<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165</id><updated>2011-07-29T12:53:26.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JO'S DIARY</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>156</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-3429367908161666324</id><published>2009-09-21T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:50:29.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I MUST BE ZAI. I MUST NOT MESSAGE CHER AND WHINE. I MUST NOT MESSAGE HER AND BE SILLY AND OVER-SENSITIVE BECAUSE I'VE NO RIGHT TO BE. HE DIDNT DO ANYTHING AND THAT'S WHY I SHOULDN'T BE THINKING ABOUT ANYTHING. I MUST THINK GOOD AND HAPPY THOUGHTS AND REMEMBER THAT ONE WRONG STEP WILL STRAIN AND MIGHT WORSEN MY RELATIONSHIP WITH HIM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I called him, it was because I wanted him to know that I miss him and wanted to hear his voice. However, in hushed tones, he said some things, which till now, I wonder what it was. -.- Then, I messaged Cher. Again, I wasted her messages because gawd, I am doing the same old thing. I shouldn't be. I must remember not to be, because her message can be in a standard format and can be forwarded on a need-to-send basis which is quite often. ARGH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST LEARN TO TRUST AND NOT BE SO SCREWED UP. He already is, and I'm upset that he is and can't do anything, so if there's something I can do, that will be not messaging him unnecessarily lest he thinks back to what he said about studying alone. I must be grateful for every moment with him. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he called, told me he missed me, had some sweet seconds, and even teased me by asking me if I wanted my kisses. Trust me, if i had wings, I wanna fly to be with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-3429367908161666324?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/3429367908161666324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=3429367908161666324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/3429367908161666324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/3429367908161666324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-must-be-zai.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-6425996580539845874</id><published>2009-09-11T01:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T01:49:37.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a good and apt way to begin this entry. HMM. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, after typing I wish for him to listen actually referred to him listening to what Brother Woo said about communication. And him listening to what I get to say. Even though there isn't much, I still hope for him to be there. I changed it afterward because I felt like you were there, but it's back to square one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he does well in his test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention how I don't like conjunctivitis? I still don't like them but thankful to HAD them because it reminded me that no tears are allowed. Do I sound emo? Well, that's how I feel. Laughs* Brother Woo said that one must vocalize one's emotions and I did but what if the other party doesn't really care, then why bother to in the first place yea? So, I must control and remember NOT TO SHARE. And I won't. BecauseI shouldn't, I'm the sweet and supportive girlfriend, am I not? He's studying with MeiYan,Pearl and Avin, but I HATE IT. I am jealous. Told him twice, but guess what, bo bian. BLOODY NO CHOICE. So what can I say? Nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sorry that you neglected me,and you wanted to hear my voice but haveyou thought of how granting your wishes just make me feel worse? :( Because I've to be ok with how you ARE neglecting me and how hearing your voice for a while just makes me miss you more and having not being able to hear more SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once again, WHAT CAN I F**KING DO? Nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-6425996580539845874?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/6425996580539845874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=6425996580539845874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/6425996580539845874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/6425996580539845874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-good-and-apt-way-to-begin-this.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-462951830812120866</id><published>2009-09-09T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T12:32:16.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After this post, I'll take a shower.(:&lt;br /&gt;It is actually very tiring to work only in the evenings. Many people whom I have told have the same WAHH, SO LUCKY reaction after I mentioned my working hours. However, yes, despite the rest and free time I have in the morning till afternoon, it takes quite a lot of determination to drag myself out from home, miss my TV shows and travel to work. The journey there is ok because it's still relatively bright and I won't feel so sian. However, after work, most of the time, I feel quite down. Having said that, I must remember that it is because of these working hours that paid for my hair colouring (it is now mahogany with reddish brown highlights), pedicure and my other expenses.((: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the episode about being sweet and supportive, I really try to be sweet and supportive in all that I do. There are times, like now when WK seems a bit irritating, but I tell myself that there are reasons for him behaving so. Well, at least he passed his driving test! :DD &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Isurprised him by dropping byHall to pass him his medicine,and lol, I was damn happy when I think about my mission to deliver hismedicine and my duty as a sweet and supportive girlfriend. Admittedly, when things are not so well, I reminded myself to love less and care less. I read in a magazine yesterday that one shouldn't do so but and it isharmful to the relationship. However, I try to assure myself that I know my limit so it won't harm my relationship but at the same time, I wouldn't be overly sensitive.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that there are people like Yacong, Spencer and Bro Woo because they remind me that there's Someone who listens to my prayers and that He will answer them.I'm glad that Heavenly Father listens to my prayers and at the end of the day, I'm always a happy girl. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-462951830812120866?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/462951830812120866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=462951830812120866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/462951830812120866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/462951830812120866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2009/09/after-this-post-ill-take-shower.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-6519688757180986383</id><published>2009-09-03T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T00:16:45.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It helps.</title><content type='html'>It's pretty much 5 months since I last posted, but at least I've not hit the half a year mark. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to whine, want to complain, want to nag, want to vent and just want to really really vent. :(&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel good. I'm very annoyed. I'm very irritated and frustrated. There's so many things going through my mind, and it's the same all thing. Like seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I've the ALWAYS THERE doubt problem. Yes, he assures me and all, but sometimes, he just forgets to, and I don't wanna remind him due to the following reasons. &lt;br /&gt;One, I don't wanna appear, once again, and too many a time that I don't trust him, but if you ask me, if you are close enough, I will tell you I am still very much struggling with this issue. I don't know why you know. To not ask him about Terry (a guy in Hall whom he's very close to, but yet, I've never seen him before, and who messages him on quite an often basis, and who will just reply nitez at close to 1am after their long sms convo) took tremendous willpower. It can be describe as so tremendous that it was like something that I could actually feel,like not touching the perfect dress for all occasions for fear thatI might end up buying it. For fear that I might push him away, I just haveto resist asking in all ways. However, no matter how ridiculous it is, I still don't think that's a Terry. :( :( &lt;br /&gt;Secondly, he is busy so I don't wish to add on to his troubles. He is stressed about his job and work. Furthermore, due to his carelessness, he has forgotten a couple of things, and he feels horrible enough. If a supposedly supportive girlfriend voices out her doubts, he will only feel more turned off, so the best is to crudely put, shut up. &lt;br /&gt;Third, if I were to really voice out, out of 5 times, he will assure me twice. So why bear the whole heartwrenching pain when he doesn't. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be understanding, I don't want to be nice, I don't want to not talk to him about anything and everything that has happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want him to be sian, I don't want him to be stressed, I don't want him to stay in Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want many things, but I've no choice, isn't it. F**K. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a dress, had plenty of fun with my girls, is very upset that I didn't manage to get a bag, is very pissed that I can't follow my schedule as planned, and is relieved that there are some things settled but I can't share it with him, because he is in no mood to listen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I have pretty much vented out my frustration. &lt;br /&gt;I wanna be understanding and nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father, may You grant me strength and faith to build this relationship stronger. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-6519688757180986383?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/6519688757180986383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=6519688757180986383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/6519688757180986383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/6519688757180986383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-helps.html' title='It helps.'/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-6740970717980777832</id><published>2009-04-21T16:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T16:41:13.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because.</title><content type='html'>It has almost been a month since I last updated. There isn't much. It is still pretty much the same everyday. Yes, there were the usual ups and downs but at least the people in my life remained the same. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have started to meet up with my friends more. They include Eunice and co.,Cher and co., and of course, not forgetting my churchies. Each time, it was basically plenty of learning and laughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting up with them always led me to be more grateful with what I have. But this time, I hope to spend more time with my family. Hmm.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things are not so smooth though. That is, my dearest boyfriend, Weiguang. My wonderful sister borrowed a book written by Jane Green and titled Second Chance. When I mentioned the title, I realised that I had been given a second chance and this time, I must really cherish it. But while reading this book, and when I read this partucular phrase, (I had forgotten which.), immediately, I went, hey, that's me. And it is so not nice to know that, because the character, Holly realises that her good husband was just a partner but not a friend or someone who takes an active interest in her life, and it hurts pretty much to know that it is the same for me. :x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks eh. Therefore, yesterday, feeling taitai-ish and a bit tired and with plenty of guts, I told him how I felt and with thanks to Cleo, I mentioned to him how nice it would be if he would ask me, "How was your day?", as compared to me asking myself and telling him the answer. But of course, being able to talk to him is something good to have. Then, I mentioned how he can assure me whne I'm in doubt and we promised each other to make an effort to do better on our part, hence the note on my phone, "Don't give a flying fuck.". LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he sleeps, I re-enacted the past 3.5hours spent together with him today. It has been happy, laughter, enjoyment and bliss. I do feel very "xin fu.". (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I have learnt something that has allowed me my best sleep since Saturday night and that is to empty all my thoughts and not give a damn about things realted to him, work, family and friends before I sleep. And it helped! I slept well. (: Sat and Sunday nights had been restless and I didnt have good dreams so I'm gratefult for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to my week now that I have rested enough, and prayerfully, I hope that it will continue to be a good one as I try to be better in all aspects- a better girlfriend who won't get paranoid and to have faith and trust in him and myself, a better teacher who will be more patient with her kids like Masao (grr.), and a better sister. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-6740970717980777832?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/6740970717980777832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=6740970717980777832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/6740970717980777832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/6740970717980777832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-because.html' title='Just Because.'/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-5370728879216981331</id><published>2009-03-25T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:51:35.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That fear remains,but my faith conquered. I hope.</title><content type='html'>I'm scared. I shouldn't be. I could literally hear Cher's voice,saying,"Jo,don't worry! Everything'll be ok!" And I know it'll be fine,but I can't help it. There's this annoying and nagging feeling in me. He might be meeting his primary school mates this Sat,a day after our 5th,and the last time they did,I couldn't sleep and lost my appetite because he heard from his so-called friend,that I've done 3 things which apparently after clarifying,I've not. Yes,everything was ok after,but that night was the worst. Imagine nearly losing him just after being given a kiss less than an hour before. I don't wanna experience that anymore. It was a I would honestly say,traumatic. Till now,it scares me,that phobia still remaining. He might be meeting them,and I can't pray that he won't,because,I can't pray that he won't everytime as it is unfair to him! Thus,I've been trying to tell myself to believe him,to trust in Him that He'll make things ok,and to have faith in his friends. What's meant to be mine will be. I have did nothing wrong and I have nothing to fear. So I might be afraid,but I trust the Heavenly Father enough to know He'll be there to help me through this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-5370728879216981331?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/5370728879216981331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=5370728879216981331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/5370728879216981331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/5370728879216981331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2009/03/that-fear-remainsbut-my-faith-conquered.html' title='That fear remains,but my faith conquered. I hope.'/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-7063771114126513421</id><published>2009-03-25T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:42:56.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iloveyou.</title><content type='html'>I had the best day/date ever.. &lt;br /&gt;The moment your first sms came in in the morning till your kiss at night before we slept. I experienced happiness,bliss and contentment. I've never felt like that in our past few months and thankful that I have now. Not only were my journeys full of fun,but the companionable silence,holding of hands,and occasional jokes made it better. The jokes about each other,like your pepper and my face just allowed us to grow closer. What I wld consider the best is the fact that you have let go. The day I dreaded;going back for my followup,wondering how to explain,and worse,you wanted to come along. It turned out to be the best. &lt;br /&gt;The bus ride together,lunched at Jack's Place while holding hands,to the hospital,my place,dinner and back home. I've smiled every minute. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-7063771114126513421?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/7063771114126513421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=7063771114126513421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/7063771114126513421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/7063771114126513421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2009/03/iloveyou.html' title='Iloveyou.'/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-2699326874139290025</id><published>2009-03-18T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:32:34.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unseen Competition.</title><content type='html'>Busy busy busy.&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with him, my family, churchmates and friends. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I need to learn how to be more patient and hold my tongue. Of course, there are times too that I should quit being bitchy, oversensitive and initiate. We should all sleep a happy person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-2699326874139290025?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/2699326874139290025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=2699326874139290025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/2699326874139290025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/2699326874139290025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2009/03/unseen-competition.html' title='Unseen Competition.'/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-4230657376256568341</id><published>2009-03-11T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:59:54.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9th-13th.</title><content type='html'>The week has started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,it was a relatively good one considering I met Dear on Monday, spent the night with him. (: He found a temp job, and the opportunity cost is 5 days of not meeting. Oh well, it doesn't seem like it bothers him. Oh well. We had a good dinner together and rested well. &lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was alright. I went home late though because Luka's parents came 20 minutes late. And he was being such a darling, a little annoying, but still really fun to be with. Miss Go-Ant. -.-" I then headed home and woke up in the wee hours to see how Liverpool sealed their victory only in the first half. (: Yippee, because at least one, I get to sleep early,and two, I know that my boyfriend will be a happy man when he turns in after the match. Chelsea did a good job toooo! (:&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was great. Left work and went to Institute. (: I then had a very good dinner with Darren, Spencer, Kenneth, Bobbie and Yacong. It was simply good fun and plenty of good food.. Then Dear was kinda sigh. If you were busy, just say so, then probably I'll just cal you back later. Yes, a bit unwilling too but it's definitely better than feeling as if I'm talking to myself! :( I missed you, that's why. Maybe I shouldn't. Hmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to the weekend already, and should I go tomorrow to Sis Jiu Pheng's house for the farewell/welcome?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-4230657376256568341?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/4230657376256568341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=4230657376256568341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/4230657376256568341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/4230657376256568341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2009/03/9th-13th.html' title='9th-13th.'/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-7765880650719915326</id><published>2009-03-08T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:17:57.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sings. The weekend, the weekend! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday.&lt;br /&gt;That idiot did not text me at all. Not at all. And I gave in, and messaged him in the afternoon. As a result, I spoiled my own surprise, and was asked out for dinner. -.- He said afterward, that he fel a bit ego today and thus didnt message me. Yes, like whatever. &lt;br /&gt;We then met and had a good dinner today, walked a bit and we chose 2 dresses together. (: He then sent me to TPY and met the girls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl drove. She's a really good driver and very confident too! Well, maybe except during parking. LOL. She's such a darling. Cher, Cheryl and I then went to Chomps and we ordered like quite a lot of food. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COCKROACHHHHHHH and BATTTT LANE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Worked, and met Eunice.&lt;br /&gt;WE had a very good lunch at Thai Express and I ordered Tom Yum Hor Fun. Xiaoyou ordered it before and highly recommended it. And indeed, it is really goooood! (: We then went to the Arcade and had plenty of fun. Shopped a little at Daiso, Cotton On and some shops. Basically, it was good meeting her since I've not met her for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I then went and met my Church friends. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Church. (((: &lt;br /&gt;Met Queena for that short little while at Paya Lebar. Hugs*&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and I then met at Parkway Parade and chose my new specs. Wheeee. Purple framed specs. And it'll be ready on Thursday, so I can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend has been truly an excellent one. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;I managed to spend time with everyone. It was lovely. &lt;br /&gt;And I realised that absence makes the heart grow fonder. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-7765880650719915326?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/7765880650719915326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=7765880650719915326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/7765880650719915326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/7765880650719915326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2009/03/sings.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-5892339355623392747</id><published>2009-03-05T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:10:54.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>While next to you.</title><content type='html'>Some may think, or even myself wonders at how expressive I am and to a certain extent, appears to be super dramatic and exaggerating, but the fact is the intensity. The intensity of love I have for you. Because I might just lose you the next second. &lt;br /&gt;And now I know another fear of mine. To sleep. I'm scared. I slept and dreamt that you were looking at me through eyes of mistrust and expecting an explanation of why others say so and about matters that I have no idea about. :(I don't like having to convince you again, but then again, if the need arises, sigh, I still will want to. It is not only physically tiring but mentally also, having to be so darn thick-skinned, and ignore your rejection and pushing away. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-5892339355623392747?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/5892339355623392747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=5892339355623392747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/5892339355623392747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/5892339355623392747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2009/03/while-next-to-you.html' title='While next to you.'/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-5030424119934581411</id><published>2009-03-02T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:08:43.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I don't trust you enough." :(</title><content type='html'>Okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THAT FUCKING BITCH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love you and trust you and have full complete confidence in you. I hope you'll never betray this and I pray you'll never prove me wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't test my limit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-5030424119934581411?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/5030424119934581411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=5030424119934581411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/5030424119934581411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/5030424119934581411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-trust-you-enough.html' title='&quot;I don&apos;t trust you enough.&quot; :('/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-607876826113131878</id><published>2009-02-26T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:40:24.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twenty7</title><content type='html'>The best surprise and happiest thing you can do for me is to wear our couple bracelet again. &lt;br /&gt;Are you hiding anything from me?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how many tears I've shed because of the fear of losing you and because I love you?&lt;br /&gt;Ha, to think that tomorrow will be our 4th, (we've come such a long way as compared to a normal couple I guess), and here I am blogging about all these. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot and cold has always been a term to me. It was never felt and now that it is, it sure is not fun. Admittedly and very happy to say so, the past few days have been excellent especially on Tuesday. It was the best night and the morning afterward. But following, things seem to have changed. I hope I'm being too sensitive, but it doesn't feel right. Yes, I must be patient, but I've the right to be happy too? I am happy but was happier. Why? :( One moment, I'm dearest and the next moment, you can reply me only like after 45 minutes and was just a short comment that I don't know how to continue. The emotional ups and downs can be crazy. Work can be tough but not having a message or a call from you is even tougher. I miss you each and every second. Do you? Also, I miss the times we share laughing together. And guess what, it was barely a few days ago. &lt;br /&gt;Also, if I don't message you, would you? But if I don't, I fear so much that you never will. But if I do, will you ever take these messages for granted? I love you so much Weiguang, would you ever know? I tell you this every day, sadly, you don't. Soemtimes, I myself think is pathetic to be so darn delighted over a few sweet endearings. But however, given a choice, I would rather have this way than not to have you at all. Plain silly, but oh well, that explains how they always say love is blind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be stronger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-607876826113131878?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/607876826113131878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=607876826113131878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/607876826113131878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/607876826113131878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2009/02/twenty7.html' title='twenty7'/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-7149948872355168611</id><published>2009-02-18T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:59:36.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG.</title><content type='html'>Hahaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and Dear messaged. (: It meant the world to me. Sure, there wasn't like endearing terms or whatsoever, but the fact that he did messaged was already more than enough. I must always remember this; to be patient and never to expect. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, FB is fun. I uploaded some hilarious photos of last time, like a couple of years back and MEASURE FOR MEASURE, Cher dearest did the same. But hey, hers is more blackmail can. But she's really sweet by not tagging any of us, lol. There's this specific one that is according to her, classic and it is but still not to be tagged. ARGH. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the girls to bits and as I enjoy my last day of MC at home, I will continue to pray and be grateful to what I have and complete what I have told myself to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-7149948872355168611?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/7149948872355168611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=7149948872355168611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/7149948872355168611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/7149948872355168611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2009/02/omg.html' title='OMG.'/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-4168076399305789078</id><published>2009-02-17T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:58:38.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm. (:</title><content type='html'>I was in a really good mood when Dear called. After which, we had a fine close to 15 minutes talk.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;We crapped a lot and he was being a bit mean in a good way, but we hung up with this line, "don't go cycling ok.". It was darn not needed, darn sensitive and sigh, no matter how much I try to avoid the topic, he still is harping on it. &lt;br /&gt;I pray that I'm able to help him through this, and in the meanwhile, have the strength to do so. &lt;br /&gt;It is almost time for bedtime, henceforth, a bit of Scriptures, prayers and ZZZ time. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-4168076399305789078?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/4168076399305789078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=4168076399305789078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/4168076399305789078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/4168076399305789078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2009/02/hmm.html' title='Hmm. (:'/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-640822204667621065</id><published>2009-02-17T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:51:20.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the way home ...</title><content type='html'>On the way home.&lt;br /&gt;I messaged Dear and almost immediately,he did reply. Next, we texted a while, and after, he sent me something a little lame and got me all giggly at NTUC. Well, it is nothing much, just something that I didnt expect and am glad to have received so. :D After, we messaged and his replies were all like so short and one word. Literally yeaps and talking cock. Sigh, then I asked what was he doing, and apparently with two other girls from his workplace. I know I know I'm supposed to be full of faith and trust in him, and I do honestly. But, I'm just jealous, jealous over the fact that he doesnt seem that talkative to me, and while messaging me, is this what I'm supposed to get?!&lt;br /&gt;I know, from what Miss Chandani and Cher told me, I'm not supposed to expect and give him time, but is this what I'm subjected to over a long term? And listening to Better In Time gave me some courage so I simply asked him, "so you talked simply with your girl?" It took me a while before I decided to send it because I didnt wanna upset him, but sitll? Do I really have to just bury everything? I know I'm supposed to be glad because I still have him,and I am, but ... Stupid me. &lt;br /&gt;He replied normally, without any reply to my question, but I got so worried that I became cheerful again. -.- AHHHH, so embarrassing. Then I did my usual, "take care yaya ... love you. (:" And behold, he replied love you. Gawd, thinking about it now is making me smile, and indeed Cher, we girls like to think that there is something even though there's nothing. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have forgotten the main reason why I decided to post again. Yes, it is kinda addictive and hopefully this continues this way after my long break due to the fall because I can foresee that probably, I'll slack again. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed my rice, kailan, fish, a little tofu with minced meat and campbell soup. Yummy, and bubble tea. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my boyfriend, CWK. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-640822204667621065?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/640822204667621065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=640822204667621065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/640822204667621065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/640822204667621065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-way-home.html' title='On the way home ...'/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-7244655703396108989</id><published>2009-02-17T17:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:30:24.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE.</title><content type='html'>Why,this is a huge surprise even to myself. Here am I posting another entry. THE NEXT DAY SINCE I LAST UPDATED. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when the thought of penning my thoughts down came to me when I went into my room to take something, I realised, why not? It is not as if I have a super memory to remember everything so here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a relatively good day today. A small nightmare,which I have totally forgotten, thank goodness, I woke up and messaged Dear a little. Yes, it is little, but it started my day right. Oh, I'm glad for last night's short 5 minutes conversation. A short and sweet one. ((: &lt;br /&gt;Ate my very salty lunch, had fruits, finished my book (Danny the Champion of the World), and fell asleep. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Texted Siang Siang and Dear messaged me!! &lt;br /&gt;Then hmm.. Oh, I watched reruns of last night which reminds me that I can't wait for next Monday's Desperate Housewives Season 5! WHOO HOO. &lt;br /&gt;And now here I am browsing through FB and going to sign up for my GST Offset payment. I'm 21 and very eligible for it.:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The important part now.&lt;br /&gt;As I looked through FB and went to various friends' profiles and viewed pictures, I'm reminded of very happy moments and classic moments. As I views the photos of this friend of mine from Church, I saw some photos. There were these 2 that I particularly liked. And both was the FHE held about 1 and a half years ago.. I remembered that we were doing Pictionary? and I drew something which does not resemble a headhunter at all. LOL. Till now, it is quite a bit of a joke. And of course, that reminds me of another time when we were playing Taboo and I started acting like it's Charades. Quoting Cong, "You can talk, you know?!" I BURST OUT LAUGHING. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;So much for these moments, but led me to realise that the people who allowed me to be myself, to be honest without a bit of a fear,to listen, to pray with are these people. Yacong, Dawn, Yongyong, Edlina, Mark, Onson, Josh and the others. We played Settlers together, we laughed together and they prayed for me. I miss the times and miss Church too.. But Dear? I wouldnt wanna miss him too.. &lt;br /&gt;Andrew shared this story with me yesterday when he called from the States, Bryden's dad only came to Church after marriage, but what are my chances? Yes, it may sound a bit farfetched considering that we only know and dated eachother for a short while, but still? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I pray one day, my life will be together where the people who means the world to me will be together as one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-7244655703396108989?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/7244655703396108989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=7244655703396108989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/7244655703396108989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/7244655703396108989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2009/02/whythis-is-huge-surprise-even-to-myself.html' title='SURPRISE.'/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-119313300907534511</id><published>2009-02-16T13:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:33:45.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE FIRST IN 2009 and many to come?</title><content type='html'>Very very excellent. Awesome. Good job. IT HAS BEEN A YEAR SINCE I LAST UPDATED. 365 DAYS SINCE I LAST SAID SOMETHING. 52 WEEKS SINCE I MENTION WHAT HAS BEEN GOING ON..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I've no intention of updating what happened in the past year. Snippets yes, but for the full story, NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 has been a very eventful year. It, as usual, has its ups and downs, but this time, the ups and downs were tougher to overcome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made mistakes, and till now, I am apologetic that those mistakes were made. I wasn't myself. I partied like there's no tomorrow, I made a fool out of myself and the people close to me, I did all that I'm not proud of, I worried the people around me, I failed to appreciate and failed to see the importance of the things I now hold close to me and did not learn from what I know it is true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I may sound emo, but I've lost a boyfriend of 3 years, I've nearly lost my friends who were with me since 5 years back.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt my mistakes the tough way, and if there's one thing I'm grateful for, it is the fact that I've become tougher, and I've learnt to cherish the people around me MUCH MORE. &lt;br /&gt;They now include my MI girls. We may not meet as often, but like what Cher aptly puts it, they are just a sms away. And I'm glad they are. Becaise they are the ones I can not only confide to, but they encourage and give me the advice I greatly need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, my dear Mr Choo Wee Kuang. I met this lovely man through a friend, Joyce. And I'm glad I met him. He has brought me to understand the power of love and how love is blind and it transcends boundaries. Through him, whether intentional or not, I've learnt to fully understand the meaning of sacrifice. It is not anything major like human sacrifice, ha, but something that I have never been used to doing. Always the one given in to, the one pampered, the one who gets her way, it is reversed now. I've learnt to be more mature, to trust and love unconditionally. (That, btw, is one of my resolutions.) I learn how to be a better girl in general. But there's this one thing that puzzles me still.. WHY IN THE WORLD AM I SO MADLY IN LOVE WITH HIM. WHY HAVE I FALLEN SO DEEP. WHY HAVE I NOT GUARDED. I'm not complaining as to why these has happened, but it is because of these that led me to wonder what exactly do I know about relationships and about the 4letter word of LOVE. And this is my conclusion after 2 traumatic experiences,no,  including the accident.. LOVE IS NOT GIVING UP. It is to persevere. I doubt Dear will ever see this, but somehow, I pray that he knows this as I type, &lt;br /&gt;Dear, I've made mistakes and am extremely remorseful for them. Things that are done can never be undone and even though I wish hard they can, sadly, they can't. But still, I look forward to the day when things would have improved. And I pray too, that one day, you will trust me. It is a sensitive word and a difficult task, but I hope, with my efforts and yours too, we can do it together as one. You mean a lot to me, and I will never risk our relationshship once more, because I never want to experience the pain of nearly losing someone I love as much as you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family too. It not just includes my parents and my siblings but my lovely cousin, Jasmine. It helps when you have a daddy whom I seldom see, but knows that he is there. My mummy too. A bit too naggy and can be quite temperamental, but still someone whom I can turn to and using her soft motherly side,she has helped me out out of a few difficult spots. My siblings. A brother whom loves his girlfriend more than anything and honestly pisses me off a bit, but gives quite good advice, an excellent listening ear and a strong hug. And a sister for just being her. I miss her when she's not around. Her chattiness is something that keeps me there and to remind me that she's there. Jasmine,a cousin who listens to my whinings and never fails to tell me that she loves me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work, (colleagues and kids). They are there to occupy my days. Fom Monday-Saturday, I see thrm.With excellent and experienced colleagues like Chandani, Erna, Lynn and Laoshi, I pretty much look forward to working.. &lt;br /&gt;But of course, nothing beats the kids there. To name a few, there's Ririko, Sakura, Olivia, Shaun, Andrew.. They are the ones whom make me smile, who make me cry, who kept me thinking about the pain when removing stitches. And yes, some of them may be irritating as he*l, but I love them to bits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends. Cong, Edlina, the guys. Just a call away, just a sms away and they are there. I may not see them for a few months, but still, they can sense how I feel and even if I'm unable to describe the problem, the dilemma as much as I want to, they just get it. I don't know how, but they just. Scriptures, encouragement, invitations and messages once in a while keeps my faith going and to remind me that there's Someone out there who loves me more than anyone or anything else and that in times of trouble, misery or happiness, I can ALWAYS count on Him to make things better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 has started. Thus far, I had already experienced the good and the bad. But each time, there's always a lesson to take away. I have learnt to cherish and to be grateful for what has happened. I will remember my resolutions and to do them. I will live my life the way it is supposed to be. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, the months ahead will be enjoyable, and even not, I pray hard that I can overcome and to have faith in Him always. I hope too, that I will love him more, and he will too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-119313300907534511?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/119313300907534511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=119313300907534511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/119313300907534511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/119313300907534511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2009/02/very-very-excellent.html' title='THE FIRST IN 2009 and many to come?'/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-97692809268544648</id><published>2008-02-17T19:38:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T20:25:45.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Valentine's Day . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R7gdK2G9Q9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/nXSE9veTTJ0/s1600-h/DSC03708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R7ggf2G9RII/AAAAAAAAAG8/bhfPMbfZksI/s320/DSC03751.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167916303880373378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R7ggTGG9RHI/AAAAAAAAAG0/pUCZ1iytUg0/s1600-h/DSC03747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R7ggTGG9RHI/AAAAAAAAAG0/pUCZ1iytUg0/s320/DSC03747.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167916084837041266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R7gfWmG9RGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/aQZs_36dc7A/s1600-h/DSC03745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R7gfWmG9RGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/aQZs_36dc7A/s320/DSC03745.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167915045454955618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R7gfKWG9RFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/vwVWulEfcME/s1600-h/DSC03744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R7gfKWG9RFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/vwVWulEfcME/s320/DSC03744.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167914835001558098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R7ge_GG9REI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ubqot1GoWns/s1600-h/DSC03740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R7ge_GG9REI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ubqot1GoWns/s320/DSC03740.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167914641728029762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R7giemG9RLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/DkHf2lXV1Zs/s1600-h/DSC03754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R7giemG9RLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/DkHf2lXV1Zs/s320/DSC03754.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167918481428792498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R7gi2GG9RMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uhUnI-WxKTA/s1600-h/DSC03749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R7gi2GG9RMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uhUnI-WxKTA/s320/DSC03749.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167918885155718338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others . . .&lt;br /&gt;, Alexandra's mummy gave me a very pretty chain belt.&lt;br /&gt;, Jayden gave me 2 little tulips with 2 Ferrero Chocs.&lt;br /&gt;, Linus's parents gave me a bottle of Pringles.&lt;br /&gt;, Eunice and I exchanged Valentine's Day gifts with one another. Haha.. Not really exchange, but rather, we bought for one another a bottle from Mini Toons. It's so cute! Mine's pink and her's white. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;, I totally love my new River Island wallet too. No wonder Yacong said no to getting it. She knew all along that Jon will get it for me. But anyway, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;, 3 people commented on our couple tees. One said it was cute and asked us where we got it. Another spelled out L-O-V-E and congratulated us. The last said it was lovely. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;, Oh.. And we saw 2 couples who quarreled. One managed to resolve the problem but sadly, for the other, hmm.. They went their separate ways after alighting from the bus. But the postive side here is now, I appreciate Jon more. He never walked away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;, We went to Sentiosa and had a good dineer at Trapizza. It is an open air restaurant by the beach and very near Songs of the Sea. The food there was tasty (salmon pizza, it was HUGE! carbonara, super CHEESY! Little Italy salad, pink guava juice, mango juice. ) but the service there sucks. But what was cheesier was Jon's jokes. To maintain my dignity in the restaurant, I just smiled at him. After we left, he had a good trashing. LOL! And we saw a couple from MI. But they weren't together then. And it was super unexpected. Both meeting them and them themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;, We then laid out at the beach and enjoyed the breeze + fireworks that were being set off for Songs of the Sea. At that point in time, I felt very much in love. &lt;3 All in all, my Valentine's was a very simple and casual one. Nevertheless, it was the company that mattered. And because of this comapany, even if we spent it just sitting next to one another, I'm certain it will still be a very romantic Valentine's Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Jon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-97692809268544648?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/97692809268544648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=97692809268544648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/97692809268544648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/97692809268544648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2008/02/on-valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R7gdK2G9Q9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/nXSE9veTTJ0/s72-c/DSC03708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-2280846270379007447</id><published>2008-02-10T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T18:21:13.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TO ALL FRIENDS: HAVE A VERY HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR AND MAY THE NEW YEAR BRING PROSPERITY, LUCK, GOOD HEALTH AND HAPPINESS TO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not been updating my blog, (what's new?), and hence has to check back on my latest entry. There isn't much difference but just the fact that I've opened up more and became richer. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed my practicum assessment! Yippee! Considering that things were kinda screwed up at the start and I've the two naughtiest children in my class, I'm very surprised and proud that I still passed! The examiner said I was confident and that it's "excellent" that I set my ground rules. (:&lt;br /&gt;And that reminds me to start studying for my Dip.exam on March 28th. Exams. I thought I was done with them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's back to school tomorrow and I'm quite glad because I do miss my kids. Yes, they're naughty, yes, they drive me nuts, but they're after all MY children. I foresee plenty of crying tomorrow. Aiya. And I can't wait to give my children their Valentine's presents. Hehe. Eunice and I went for some shopping the other day and I ended up spending almost $20 in Daiso. -.- Tidbits for myself and presents for them. But I know it'll surely make them very happy and that makes me happy. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reunion dinner was ok, not too bad. It was steamboat. After, I watched some TV and got ready to meet Jon at Chinatown for some firecrackers and fireworks. Initially, we had the best view, but because I wanted to take picturs of the decorations, we ended up moving forward and were blocked by the decoration itself. Nevertheless, it was really sweet and the fireworks were quite pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of Lunar New Year was good. This year, there were some changes. We stayed at home till the afternoon, and met all the relatives. (: There were the toddlers and they're sooooo CUTE! I'm proud to be an aunt to these children. "Gu-gu" sounds really nice, and "Yi-yi" sounds really cute too. Haha. Then, I showered and got ready to meet Jon. The shoes are like so ^*&amp;%$@*%$. Blisters and plastered. I knew it, so I was well prepared. Had dinner at Popo's place and she upped my hongbao this year, so next year, heeheehee. Jon and I went then went to my cousin's house at Choa Chu Kang. We stopped at Yew Tee MRT and Junhao gave us a lift. Nice hair. Lol. The house was spacious and very well furnished. The colour was simple and the interior design was great. They even had their own projection room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, we went to my 3rd Aunt's place, and I lost like freaking $30 there la! The dinner was good though. But $30!! When I reached home, I was still trying to get over it because.. $30?! In the previous years, I normally win, but this year? Sigh. I wore stockings! Hmm, not too bad. I thought I couldn't pull them off but it was actually fine. So now I know. &lt;br /&gt;Then on the third day, I lost another $10. I wonder why. Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the 4th day, we went to my second uncle's place and watched the lion dance performance, but what made me happy were- the fact that I finally won $1 back from the $4 my dearest brother gave me. He promised it would change my luck. -.- But yay! And secondly, the niece whom no one else managed to carry allowed me to carry her!The magic words were,"I'll carry you and watch the lion dance's performance ok?" And ta-da! Then my 3rd Aunt said this, "You can even carry her, no wonder you're in the childcare industry." I was so proud of myself at that point in time. Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for Valentine's Day, because I get to meet Jon and it's our Centre's CNY celebration. The kids will sing, and that means food too! But, I've not gotten Jon's present yet. So sian! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 29th! And yay! I've finally used my 1GB card for my phone, so now, more pictures (300+ 3MP) and my phone has since become my mp3. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R67O8mG9Q8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/GikWGflj3cc/s1600-h/DSC06790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R67O8mG9Q8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/GikWGflj3cc/s320/DSC06790.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165293363057738690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R67OMGG9Q7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/GDupxqOgTDk/s1600-h/DSC03686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R67OMGG9Q7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/GDupxqOgTDk/s320/DSC03686.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165292529834083250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R67OAGG9Q6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/HZFEcacAQ2U/s1600-h/DSC03675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R67OAGG9Q6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/HZFEcacAQ2U/s320/DSC03675.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165292323675653026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R67Nx2G9Q5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/HYMp0RrW6E0/s1600-h/DSC03665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R67Nx2G9Q5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/HYMp0RrW6E0/s320/DSC03665.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165292078862517138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R67NU2G9Q4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/vfcMVDZHHls/s1600-h/DSC03669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R67NU2G9Q4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/vfcMVDZHHls/s320/DSC03669.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165291580646310786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R67NF2G9Q3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/4WILpUmiuTk/s1600-h/DSC03668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R67NF2G9Q3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/4WILpUmiuTk/s320/DSC03668.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165291322948273010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-2280846270379007447?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/2280846270379007447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=2280846270379007447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/2280846270379007447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/2280846270379007447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-all-friends-have-very-happy-lunar.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R67O8mG9Q8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/GikWGflj3cc/s72-c/DSC06790.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-8766541932945618865</id><published>2008-01-20T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T19:52:48.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R5MzjS-rBRI/AAAAAAAAAEE/AgOOYEUIx4I/s1600-h/DSC03641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R5MzjS-rBRI/AAAAAAAAAEE/AgOOYEUIx4I/s320/DSC03641.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157522679752492306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-MY BABY AND I-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R5Mz6S-rBSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_MXNpIRNsKA/s1600-h/DSC03599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R5Mz6S-rBSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_MXNpIRNsKA/s320/DSC03599.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157523074889483554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-MY DARLINGS-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R5M0my-rBTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/d52rJ_UsAiE/s1600-h/DSC06231A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R5M0my-rBTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/d52rJ_UsAiE/s320/DSC06231A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157523839393662258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-MY GIRL AND I-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R5M1fy-rBVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/XPw8OieGRxM/s1600-h/DSC06340A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R5M1fy-rBVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/XPw8OieGRxM/s320/DSC06340A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157524818646205778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-MY LOVER-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R5M13S-rBWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ZfBqfIKX60k/s1600-h/DSC06235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R5M13S-rBWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ZfBqfIKX60k/s320/DSC06235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157525222373131618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I just love this picture. Kudos to my bestie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I'm now 19 years 1 month and 20 days old&lt;br /&gt;. I still enjoy my work and loving the kids more. Well,most of them except for just this one. But he's leaving at the end of this month. So HIP HIP HOORAY! &lt;br /&gt;. Jon and I are still going strong and missing each second when he's not with me and loving each second when he's with me. &lt;br /&gt;. Been meeting Euncie more often and enjoying ourselves so much that my account balance has dropped tremendously. &lt;br /&gt;. Realised that the world is really small. Eunice knows Kian Long!&lt;br /&gt;. Bought my new year clothes but just lacking one knee-length white pants, a bag and shoes. Other than that, I'm set to collect my hongbaos. &lt;br /&gt;. I'm insured for life. GE rocks!&lt;br /&gt;. My hair just said hello to dark blonde highlights, and 4 strands of red extensions and 1 pink one. I LOVE THEM ALL. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-8766541932945618865?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/8766541932945618865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=8766541932945618865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/8766541932945618865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/8766541932945618865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-baby-and-i-my-darlings-my-girl-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/R5MzjS-rBRI/AAAAAAAAAEE/AgOOYEUIx4I/s72-c/DSC03641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-3914684934773445616</id><published>2007-12-28T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T23:13:16.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so dead tired. Really. Yawns* But I can;t sleep because I've to complete all my workbooks. Gosh. But oh well, that is my pre-New Year resolution, to complete all my workbooks and celebrate my 19th birthday in peace. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my slippers. It's the latest pink slim edition with a crystal pegged on it. Whee~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see Jon later. And the headache that I'm experiencing now is madness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-3914684934773445616?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/3914684934773445616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=3914684934773445616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/3914684934773445616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/3914684934773445616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-so-dead-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-1934849369963215357</id><published>2007-12-25T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T00:26:35.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS PEEPS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last year, I had stomach flu and was counting down to Christmas in CGH with my family. LOL. This year, I went to Charmaine's place and had a party but I overslept on the way home, so there wasn't any countdown, just merely complaining to Jon that I had to walk back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The presents received by far are all appreciated and will be cherished. Things like a new skirt from the Chen family, a mug from Precious Thoughts by a parent of my school, and of course.. My new watch. Just in case of confusion, my watch was bought at Shaw Towers, and it's a Casio product, and amongst the new collection (Sheen) that's promoted by S.H.E and I love it. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's of course the candies and chocolates that will take me ages to finish all, and I'm glad that my siblings like the presents Jon and I bought. (: Wow. It's Christmas, and it's 6 more days till my last teenage birthday. WHEE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sings* I LOVE MY PRESENTS AND I LOVE CHRISTMAS! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-1934849369963215357?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/1934849369963215357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=1934849369963215357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/1934849369963215357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/1934849369963215357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-peeps-just-last-year-i.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-8128316435178822644</id><published>2007-12-21T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T23:07:55.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LIVE FRESH with Joanne. ((: It's here! Whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working in MMI, Claymore for almost 2 months and still enjoying every second of it. For example, just today, we had our Christmas celebration, the kids were singing happily, the weather was superb and my presents from the parents were enough to earn me an extra paper bag. Thank you! This is on top of a Cranberry Bubble Bath, (Satsuma Body Butter, Satsuma Body Polish and Satsuma shower Gel) and hair accesories. ((:&lt;br /&gt;There are plenty of photos that will only emphasise how beautiful children are especially when they are dressed to suit the theme of Glitter Glam. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been meeting up with Bestie and sleeping late this week. We wanted to Zouk, but didn't manage to because it was full house and went for supper + midnite movie which I slept like 85% of it. &lt;br /&gt;I met Dear quite a few times too and we had bonded much better. Well.. He's leaving for Hawaii sometime next year, so I want to cherish the time we have till he says farewell for 3 months. :( But it's good. In a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited Nativity held in Church. IT WAS BEAUTIFUL. The efffort put in is like WOW and you just can't ignore the atmosphere and the spirit in it. I'm going again tomorrow! Heh heh. &lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I'm like zzz now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. There's work tomorrow so will turn in really soon. (Dear's clubbing now.) And I just can't wait till tomorrow because it's more couple time, bestie time (hopefully) and it will be 2 days till shopping, 3 days till CHRISTMAS, and 9 days till my birthday. Whoo-hoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you dear, I love the watch. ((: &lt;br /&gt;But I still think that the one from Gc is gorgeous. Grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-8128316435178822644?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/8128316435178822644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=8128316435178822644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/8128316435178822644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/8128316435178822644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2007/12/live-fresh-with-joanne.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-7881053235242685638</id><published>2007-12-08T21:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T21:16:30.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>December. My fabourite month of the year, where there is something to look forward to each month. &lt;br /&gt;The past two months have been tiring and plenty of changes have taken place. Well.. I'm no longer studying,and had just embarked on a career choice that had always been what I wanted. I learnt to appreciate the people around me more and started cherishing every second that I have with the people around me and realised that money is actually just numbers and nothing beats having a hug from my parents, siblings, friends and Jon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now a pre-school teacher, or rather, a edu-carer (one who teaches and cares) for the children in MMI,Claymore. The children are angels- beautiful and simply innocent. Even if the adults there aren't as nice as they should be, the children keep me there. Trust me, they are beautiful. And I'm more than happy to be there, to love them, to teach them. Even if the chances of them remembering me in the future, the fact that I was there to help them grow makes this job the best job I can ever hope for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHER, HAPPY BELATED 19TH, and of course, HAPPY 2ND YEAR with SJ. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time ever, I spent my monthsary with my beloved by my side. HAPPY 27TH. With thanks to Basil and Stanley, Jon &amp; I Zouk-ed and had prata in the morning, and only waking to give Jon his little gift and to pee, I slept till 6pm. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to to Settlers' with Jon and his cousins, (=/), a Seminar this Wednesday which means CENTRE CLOSURE, Jon's 21st birthday celebration as well, and an outing with my bestie this Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;I look forward to a Live Nativity held in church, a Xmas party in church as well, a Xmas party at my friend's place, one at my Aunt's place, one with the children and Christmas itself. &lt;br /&gt;Then, I LOOK FORWARD TO MY BIRTHDAY. Whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an enjoyable December! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-7881053235242685638?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/7881053235242685638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=7881053235242685638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/7881053235242685638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/7881053235242685638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2007/12/december.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-5812906183344370017</id><published>2007-10-14T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T21:48:37.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weekend was highly enriching and edifying. I spent time with my family and Jon. &lt;3 We had the 177th Semiannual General Conference viewing from Temple Square, Salt Lake City, Utah. From the 3 sessions that I went, I benefitted spiritually. It is assuring to hear from people who are past their 60-s and one is 97 and going strong. (: Even though they are old, their spirit is still strong and their messages inspiring. I'm very grateful for the technological advancements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In July of this year, Brazil withnessed the most devastating aircraft accident in its history. There were 199 people killed, including passengers, airline workers, crew memebers and others who were at the site when the accident happened. The text (the speaker [Elder Claudio R. M. Coasta]) mentioned was said to have been posted on the airline communication board by the husband of one of the flight attendants who died in the accident. It is entitled &lt;strong&gt;"Tomorrow Never Comes"&lt;/strong&gt; and is based upon a poem by Norma Cornett Marek"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I knew this would be the last time I would watch you sleep,&lt;br /&gt;I would hug you tighter. I would plead with the Lord to protect you.&lt;br /&gt;If I knew this would be the last time I saw you walk out the door,&lt;br /&gt;I would hug and kiss you and call you back to hug and kiss you one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew this would be the last time I would hear your voice in prayer,&lt;br /&gt;I would record every gesture, every look, every smile, every one of your words,&lt;br /&gt;So that I could listen to it later, day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew this would be the last time,&lt;br /&gt;I would spend an extra minute or two to tell you, "I love you,", instead of assuming you already knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew this would be our last time, our last moment, &lt;br /&gt;I would be by your side, spending the day with you instead of thinking,&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I'm sure other opportunities will come, so I can let this day go by."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there will be a day to revise things, &lt;br /&gt;And we would have a second chance to do things right.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, of course there will be another day for us to say, "I love you."&lt;br /&gt;And certainly there will be another chance to tell each other, "Can I help with anything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in my case, there isn't one!&lt;br /&gt;I don't have you here with me, and today is the last day we have-our farewell.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I would like to say how much I love you,&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you never forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW IS NOT PROMISED TO ANYONE, YOUNG OR OLD,&lt;br /&gt;Today might be the last chance to hold tight to the hand of the one you love and show all you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today?&lt;br /&gt;Because if tomorrow never comes, you certainly will regret for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not having spent some extra time for a smile, a conversation, a hug, a kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Because you were too busy to give that person what ended up being their last wish. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I would like to witness that there is an urgency of not leaving for tomorrow what you can do today. I resolve to tell my dad, my mummy, my brother, my sister, my grandma, my boyfriend, my friends that I love each and everyone of them. Some may say that it is corny and too mushy for their liking, and some may think that the people around them don't deserve to be loved right now, but, with reference to my escape from death, it is essential to appreciate today, and to cherish it. It is of importance to do what you can do today, and not leave it for tomorrow which may never come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful to my Heavenly Father for letting me know the importance of each day and the importance of using it well. I am thankful to Him for letting me walk a millisecond slower on the day of the accident. I am thankful to Him for blessing me with such a loving family, a loving boyfriend, and loving friends. &lt;br /&gt;And I write all these in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-5812906183344370017?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/5812906183344370017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=5812906183344370017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/5812906183344370017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/5812906183344370017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2007/10/weekend-was-highly-enriching-and.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-4995110460854575497</id><published>2007-10-14T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T15:52:17.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;I met Sabrina and Gloria and we made our way down (Gloria drove) to the bazarr held near SingPost. It was warm, but I had plenty of fun laughing with them, especially at Gloria for her accent. LOL. I also enjoyed looking at the various traditional costumes that cost. However, the quality of the cloth used is really worth the price. Furthermore, they're so colourful and pretty! But, I don't seem to have the chance to wear it, hence I didn't buy any. But, I guess it's a girl's thing that we have to get something small, regardless of what is it whenever we go shopping. Therefore.. I now sport a henna design on my left hand. (: I like it very much. It's my first time, and I guess there won't be a next because it scares children as demonstrated by a little boy when I wanted to hold his hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping till about 5 plus, we then went to Gloria's place at 6th Avenue. The place, on the outside, looks small. BUT, it has like 2 huge living rooms, with plenty of space in the first one, two balconies, a second level, and two birds named Paulit and Jelly that are uncaged. The kitchen is bigger than my room la. We ate, chatted and went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed America's Next Top Model. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early, spent time with Grandma and in the evening, got ready to meet Eunice in Dhoby Ghuat. We met, had dinner in Kopitiam where quoting Eunice, the people seem to have an endless supply of food because we couldn't find any seats. LOL. Xiao You then met us and we made our way to a pub opposite Paradiz Centre. Hou Jun, Zi Hui, Yongzhao and Amos were already there. As usual, HJ entertained us with his jokes (they're so funny!) and we just talked and drank. I had orange juice. ((: The guts paid for our drinks which amounted to ~$114 and we treated them to soy bean milk and you tiao. I've no idea what is it in English. The bill amounted to $8.10. Haha. Xiao You, Eunice and I then made our way home together, and we took the NiteOwl 6. This is the best bus service. I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-4995110460854575497?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/4995110460854575497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=4995110460854575497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/4995110460854575497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/4995110460854575497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2007/10/thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-3662540802631414899</id><published>2007-10-11T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T12:01:15.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1o1o</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/Rw2fL2BQiuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MTRBkyetbEs/s1600-h/DSC03536A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/Rw2fL2BQiuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MTRBkyetbEs/s320/DSC03536A.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119923377218292450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO! &lt;br /&gt;I skipped school, again, and it has become a habit for me. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last evening started out well, and ended very well too. (: Duh, I spent it with Jon. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;As usual, Jon surprised me from the back and that 'irritated' me, because, one, I got a shock and two, I had always wanted to be the one surprising him. But,I'm not complaining. &lt;br /&gt;We then made our way to Suntec City, and on the way, Lee Hwa Diamond Boutique gave me a booklet, and it featured new designs of wedding bands and they're really pretty. I liked one that has gold trimmings around it, not too "o-biang" and yet classy at the same time. (: &lt;br /&gt;We made our way to Charles and Keith and gave our order to the salesman, THANK YOU XIAOU, and went for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;We walked around the level where there are plenty of restaurants like NYDC, Swensens, Crystal Jade Kitchen, but eventually agreed on Fish &amp; Co. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were given a table for two, and we gave our orders. I ordered the best fish and chips in town, and Jon, swordfish collar with salad and chips. Jon was so idiotic, when the waitress said that he has to wait 20 minutes for his swordfish, and he actually replied without warning, "why so long? you need to catch it, is it?". I burst out laughing and the waitress wasn't very amused. LOL. Aww.. And he did that to make me laugh. ?_?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soup of the day arrived-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/Rw2cWmBQipI/AAAAAAAAADU/7uzI1nZG4Lw/s1600-h/DSC03527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/Rw2cWmBQipI/AAAAAAAAADU/7uzI1nZG4Lw/s320/DSC03527.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119920263367002770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-da, cream of mushroom. It was yummy, and certainly better than the canteen's. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My FISH AND CHIPS arrived next! -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/Rw2c6WBQiqI/AAAAAAAAADc/FNXwTudOUR8/s1600-h/DSC03530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/Rw2c6WBQiqI/AAAAAAAAADc/FNXwTudOUR8/s320/DSC03530.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119920877547326114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so tender and the lemon + butter enhanced the taste, and of course, the tartar sauce! YEAH! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling's swordfish collar with salad and chips- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/Rw2dW2BQirI/AAAAAAAAADk/GUcmQervROc/s1600-h/DSC03532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/Rw2dW2BQirI/AAAAAAAAADk/GUcmQervROc/s320/DSC03532.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119921367173597874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was huge, and the lady next to our table commented the same thing as I did, I glanced at her, and she saw, and she laughed along. I tried a little, and yes, like what Jon said, it tasted like chicken. However, subconsciously, I was reminded that it's from a swordfish, and I didn't really like it. Darling enjoyed his meal though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to get his new phone, and it's like a basic PDA, white and from Sony Ericsson. (: I like it, it's not too bad, and as long as Jon's happy, I'm happy too! Whee~&lt;br /&gt;We collected my bag and made our way home. He sent me home, and I slept really well after watching 2 TV programmes on cable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed every single moment spent with Dear last eveining. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/Rw2ec2BQisI/AAAAAAAAADs/CtAkIzUX0TY/s1600-h/DSC03535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/Rw2ec2BQisI/AAAAAAAAADs/CtAkIzUX0TY/s320/DSC03535.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119922569764440770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-3662540802631414899?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/3662540802631414899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=3662540802631414899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/3662540802631414899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/3662540802631414899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello-i-skipped-school-again-and-it-has.html' title='1o1o'/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/Rw2fL2BQiuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MTRBkyetbEs/s72-c/DSC03536A.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-788611565690650296</id><published>2007-10-10T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T10:11:14.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Enriching Day</title><content type='html'>I've just finished watching New Police Story and like duh, I'm wowed by the various tunts and of course, Daniel Wu. Seriously, he's darn handsome and darn hot. Really. ((: &lt;br /&gt;The producers of the movies shouldn't have casted him to be the ultimate villian because when he died in the end, I actually felt sorry even though he killed many. Jackie Chan and Nicholas Tse were brave, during the NG parts, I then realised that when they skidded down a high building, it was actually real. I thought it was just a prop on its own. Nicholas Tse even completed that with his feet facing upwards, so if there were any accidents, his head will go down first. Like WTHeck? It's so dangerous la! But all in all, I enjoyed the movie. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I skipped school again.&lt;br /&gt;However, I woke up at 7 still and cooked myself a plate of beansprouts. Yes, I cooked it myself. I'm proud of it. LOL. Darling was complaining last night that I should spend my time wisely and do something more enriching rather than watch TV the whole day (which I did yesterday). Hence, after this, I would log on to CDC's website and change my appointment for my e-trial as 27th would be a very very and really very busy day. &lt;br /&gt;My sister's flying off to HK for 10 days. :( &lt;br /&gt;My cousins, whom I'm pretty close to, will be getting married. :)&lt;br /&gt;There will be a conference viewing in church. :)&lt;br /&gt;And there'll be a wedding dinner to attend to in the evening. &lt;br /&gt;Of course, even though I wouldn't be involved, it is Cheryl and Greg's 6th monthsary. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I will revise the first module I was taught since I enrolled in DMT classes. Dear, is it enriching enough? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll rest and meet darling in the evening and there we go to Charles &amp; Keith to get the bag I've been eyeing for the past 1.5 weeks. Thank you GF for pointing it out to me. (: &lt;br /&gt;Whoopee! Darling's not sailing on the 26th, and that means we can go to the dance together. That's something I'm really looking forward to! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-788611565690650296?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/788611565690650296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=788611565690650296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/788611565690650296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/788611565690650296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-just-finished-watching-new-police.html' title='An Enriching Day'/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-5061408159538315541</id><published>2007-10-09T14:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T14:29:47.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's no school today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after the day after tomorrow. ((: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week before ended very well, but the start of this week wasn't as well. Honestly, I really need to know why am I going back to school, because waking up at 5.25 isn't as funny as it was like the starting of the year. In fact, it's no longer the same and it's worse. I need to find a good day and inform my parents about my results first before making any further move, but the problem lies here, how am I to break the news to them that I didn't make it. AGAIN. Then again, they might have expected it since I've informed them on the day of Geography P1 that I doubt I can do well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shivas has returned me my papers, and I'm glad there were some good comments, (it's always good to neglect the bad parts unless they're of importance), and I'm glad to leave MI. Even thought this year was pretty average, I still enjoyed myself. However, as I return to school each day, it has become a test of my patience, tolerance and the usage of words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, what is most important at this point in time is to call the Montessori's pre-schools and decide what's next. &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I would find my joy in working with the children despite having the mentality that they're mischeivous and whatnot. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-5061408159538315541?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/5061408159538315541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=5061408159538315541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/5061408159538315541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/5061408159538315541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2007/10/theres-no-school-today-tomorrow-day.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-4044047900137496176</id><published>2007-10-05T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T20:10:08.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, Yesterday and the day before. (:</title><content type='html'>I'm so so tired right now. Zzz..&lt;br /&gt;Jon loved the MP4 I bought, and I'm glad he does. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon came over and we had lunch. After, we made our way down to SSDC and he took his BTT. Well.. He was so confident, saying that he'll surely pass because most questions are pretty "common sense" but apparently not so. Hopefully, he'll pass the second attempt which is held on his birthday. (: &lt;br /&gt;After scolding and teasing him, we made our way to YCK swimming complex and swam for about an hour plus. And that is why I'm so tired now. &lt;br /&gt;We then went for dessert (bo bo cha cha &amp; ice kachang) and some chicken wings. The desserts were SUPER GOOD. And the chicken wings are very tasty and the chili ah, YUMMY! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very tired but exercise is alaways good for the body. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Eunice's grandfather is feeling better. Even though the doctor's remarks weren't very optimistic, but well, miracles happen. I hope my GF will feel better soon too. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice and I went to Square 2 on Wednesday and we had lunch together. We then went to buy some Korean ice cream and it tastes average but the atmosphere there was good. We then bought pastel pink nail polish and now my right hand's fingernails are in a very nice shade of pink and I'm very VERY happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, (I skipped school), I met Sabrina and she very kindly reminded me of my essay due in 3 days time. Luckily, she reminded, if not, I would ahve completely forgotten all about it. Oh well. LOL. I bought a very nice pack of tissue and it's cetainly not worth the price. But, we need to splurge on ourselves once in a while and furthermore, the product's from Germany and it's pink. I love it despite Jon's complaints. &lt;br /&gt;Eunice, Xiaou and I then met at TTSH where Ah-gong looks so much better. ((: We then went to AMK Hub's Pepper Lunch and had dinner. My bean sprouts were super salty and their chicken and salmon pepper lunch were delicious and smelt super good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shivas checked my results and they were ok, as in I passed Econs P2, like WTHeck?!? &lt;br /&gt;And sadly, none of us cleared, and I can imagine some of my classmates' disbelief and disappointment. I hope they feel better now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm meeting Jon tomorrow. And I should really start on my essay soon. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-4044047900137496176?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/4044047900137496176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=4044047900137496176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/4044047900137496176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/4044047900137496176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-yesterday-and-day-before.html' title='Today, Yesterday and the day before. (:'/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-2352022973158866468</id><published>2007-10-04T12:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T12:33:28.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm growing fat! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days wasn't exactly the best days. Some people are being plain irritating and has a knack for getting on my nerves. Well, but luckily for them and for me, Jon's sweetness has offset all the behaviour that those people had done, henceforth, it has still been a relatively good week. Thank you boy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving school soon, I hope, and yay to that! It's such a chore to wake up at 5.20 and making my way to school at 6.10. The worst part is the 1.5h long journey to Bukit Batok. The opportunity cost of going to school is the extra hours of sleeptime, the movies that Cher has kindly lent me(thank you), the time reading books an the time meeting my besties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to school today or tomorrow even though the results will be, I heard, released tomorrow. Yes, I'm anxious to check my papers and to see where I went wrong, but I've a date, an appointment. Moreover, sicne I have been waiting for my papers when others were done with it, just wait longer lor. I'm used to it. Yes, I'm sore about it. (: Plus, I seriously doubt i'll clear it and even so, nah, 5 days of travelling from Punggol to Bukit Batok isn't tempting at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend has already started and I'm glad that it has. I'll meet Savrina and Eunice soon. On Friday, I'll meet Jon and yay~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-2352022973158866468?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/2352022973158866468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=2352022973158866468' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/2352022973158866468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/2352022973158866468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-growing-fat-past-few-days-wasnt.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-2342576279065769296</id><published>2007-09-25T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T00:20:16.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a fabulous weekend, and it is indeed one of the best weekends that I ever had. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearie stayed over and we had a wonderful day together, and soon after, we met and went to church for some activities. LOL. We had a very tiring day but was surely worth the energy. We played games like Ultimate Frisbee, Captain's Ball and basketball, and I was the top scorer! Whee~ It was luck. And my muscles are aching a little still. I enjoyed the time spent with them in church. (:&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went for Institute and to Beach Road to collect his new Navy uniforms. They are pretty smart looking, and I hope I get to see him in it. Daddy and Mummy then came and sent us off to Clarke Quay, and we double dated with my parents. (: LOL. There's an exhibition for tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Fest, and the lights there are pretty nice and the lanterns are not bad. But I had great company, so even if the lights are horrible, I still enjoyed myself. Heh. We had dinner at The Central and the fried Hokkien mee is super good. I satisfied all my cravings with starfruit as dessert. The best part is, I met my besties Eunice and Xiao You! It was a lovely Saturday. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a good day. Jon's mummy was in a super good mood and I was invited to their place, where we spent time talking and preparing dinner and dessert. Ienjoyed every second spent with his family. (: The Thai dessert (red ruby with coconut milk) was delicious and I ate like half of it, and left only 1.5 bowls for my family. Yes, I'm selfish. She gave my family some mooncakes too, and I finished one of it for break this evening. It was good! Yum. All in all, I love spending time with them, and hahaha, I'm going to a BBQ for Jon's granny's birthday this Saturday! I can't wait for another 'one of the best' weekends again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's my last day of my course at MMI, and it's just another 3 more weeks till the end of this school year. I can't wait, and I'm really excited for the 18th (or maybe even earlier) when school opfficially ends. It's a relief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my bestie, but I'm seeing her tomorrow, :), and I miss my boyfriend because I won't be able to text him for the next 2 days. :( But oh well, quoting him, he might be activated for an operation for a longer period of time in the future now that he's in the Navy, so too bad, I've to get used to it. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-2342576279065769296?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/2342576279065769296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=2342576279065769296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/2342576279065769296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/2342576279065769296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-had-fabulous-weekend-and-it-is-indeed.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-2315136024214451434</id><published>2007-09-16T17:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T17:16:07.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's time for my medicine. :(&lt;br /&gt;And it is very horrible to know that I'm feeling so glad for one minute and the next, I'm feeling so weak, and mummy even said I've lost weight, and it was only for a day! So.. The best way to lose weight is to fall sick, but certainly not the best and shouldn't be. &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to enjoy my weekend listening to songs from Hairspray. But,NO! Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-2315136024214451434?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/2315136024214451434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=2315136024214451434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/2315136024214451434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/2315136024214451434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-time-for-my-medicine.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-5737756101719126602</id><published>2007-09-01T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T21:19:00.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For my dearest FT, MT and Arnold. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zwani.com/graphics/quotes/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.zwani.com/graphics/quotes/images/pic114.jpg"  alt="ZWANI.com - The place for myspace comments, glitters, graphics, backgrounds and codes" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zwani.com/graphics/quotes/" target="_blank"&gt;Myspace Quotes Graphics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-5737756101719126602?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/5737756101719126602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=5737756101719126602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/5737756101719126602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/5737756101719126602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2007/09/for-my-dearest-ft-mt-and-arnold.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-5088965796068892326</id><published>2007-08-17T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T15:28:42.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One more month and I'm finished with my course in Montessori Teaching, and similarly, one more month and I'm done with my exams in MI. Well, almost. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a pair of skinnies and a green top that I absolutely love to bits. My debut will be after 18th Sept (that's when my papers would have finished and it's freedom without guilt then! I hope.) (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok, Atmospheric Geog, yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-5088965796068892326?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/5088965796068892326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=5088965796068892326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/5088965796068892326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/5088965796068892326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-more-month-and-im-finished-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-3415679614622370110</id><published>2007-08-17T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T15:14:04.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored. Then, I realised that I should spruce up my profile on Friendster, and I did just that, while replying Edmund who's having his holidays now, like WTHeck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I can be childish and teeny sometimes, and I love these times. (Refer to my Friendster to understand this confession.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, but the time is over now as i get back to Atmospheric Geog. Yay~ How exciting. I can't wait to read up on the equinoxes, solstices, and Westerly winds.&lt;br /&gt;Whoopee, I'm meeting my bestie soon! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-3415679614622370110?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/3415679614622370110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=3415679614622370110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/3415679614622370110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/3415679614622370110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2007/08/hi-i-was-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-4119655256331014364</id><published>2007-08-11T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T12:02:03.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>08-Aug-2007&lt;br /&gt;Happy 23rd! I LUFF YOU! &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;We had a parade, which I found quite 'poser'. Ha. The celebrations in school were not bad, I managed to rest in the highly comfortable red seats in Centrestage while the others were watching a sort of documentary/short film on the history of Singapore. After, we went to the Hall where the AKE entertained us with their songs. (I just realised that writing a blog is very useful for essays, as it helps in expressions.) We then had a sing-along session. The end.&lt;br /&gt;Queena and I then went to Parkway Pareade where I made new specs,yippee! And we had PastaMania. (: We laughed for like 10 mins over I have no idea why. -.- Then we bought bubble tea and I was wondering why the aunties selling bubble tea can be so sensitive. If I don't tell them I don'ty want tea, they'll give me a face, and if I tell them, they would go, we don't add tea inside. Then what am I supposed to do? Grr.&lt;br /&gt;Home, and met darling for a movie. Salted popcorn, very salted ones, a good mpvie and great company. Rush Hour 3's really good, despite being pretty short, and lack a really good plot, it was still entertaining. I love Chris Tucker. He's a good actor, and I heard from mummy that he's really kind-hearted too by going to 3rd world countries to volunteer. (: Dear then sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09-Aug-2007&lt;br /&gt;I went to TM with Daddy and Mummy. We shopped a bit and I then met up with Eunice, Xiaou and her boyfriend. It was fun hanging out with my dear two girls, and as usual, we laughed a lot. (: We went to Eunice's palce and bought chocolate beancurd, let me recall, honey milk tea, blueberry ice blended, honeydew ice blended, and green apple ice blended. My beancurd was spoiled and we changed it after realisation. I saw Aden, and had a lot of fun with him. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 42ND BIRTHDAY MY DEAR SINGAPORE!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 40TH ANNIVERSARY OF NS!&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to be a Singaporean. The emcees during the concert yesterday asked why do we love Singapore, and I found the answer during the NDP. The defence of our country is superb complwte with Army, Air Force, and the Navy. They were really superb with cutting-edge technology and they displayed how prepared they are. I fel t so secure and proud, especially since my daddy's in SAF and my boyfriend's part of the Army. Whoopee! i didn't know that our floating platform is the largest in the world, and thanks to SembCorp Marine. (: Looking back, Singapore has indeed gone a long way, and despite WWII, post-war problems, we still manged to go this far. We've 42 years of independence, of happiness and i'm sure there'll be more to come. Love you Singapore! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-Aug-2007&lt;br /&gt;I went to Jon's place and we studied. Well, he played PSP half of the time, so it's not exactly we who studied. Heh. We then had lunch, and went back again. Soon, we cabbed over to my place and spent time watching Happily Never After. It was good, but certainly not worth 9.50. We watched it on DVD. Haha. We then rested, and had steamboat for dinner. Darling didn't want to stay, but being such a pig, he stayed and eventually had his dinner. We then watched Die Another Day on Star Movies. This is worth 9.50. Haha. Darling then went home, and good night. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11-Aug-2007&lt;br /&gt;I foresee that this day will be a really good one. I'm meeting Eunice, Jasmine and my sister and we're all going to Bugis! Whee. I've not been there since 20th April. It'll be a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days till Monday. 5 more days till Coastal test. And 4 more weeks to Prelims. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-4119655256331014364?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/4119655256331014364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=4119655256331014364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/4119655256331014364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/4119655256331014364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2007/08/08-aug-2007-happy-23rd-i-luff-you-33-we.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-2897019396987570900</id><published>2007-07-25T19:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T19:42:44.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>6 weeks till Promos. Grr. One day till Rocks &amp; Landforms. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: Each player of the game starts off by writing 6 weird things about themselves before choosing another 6 of their friends to “sabo”. People who get tagged needs to write in a blog of their own, 6 weird things about themselves and state the rules clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In response to my dear GF's request about the 6 weird things about myself ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is highly necessary for me to charge my phone ONLY when the battery has depleted fully, and I will switch off my phone while it's charging. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm a BIG BIG fan of those jokes that after being said, you feel like giving me a whack across the face. LOL. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I freeze and avoid cats and pigeons at all cost. I am really afraid of them ok. :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My DOB is December 31st 1988. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I self declare my own school holidays. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I smile at random people. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now, the 6 people whom I would like to hear from (6 weird things about yourselves please!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cher&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Benzi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mr Desmond&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Queena&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lovee~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-2897019396987570900?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/2897019396987570900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=2897019396987570900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/2897019396987570900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/2897019396987570900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2007/07/6-weeks-till-promos.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-3742829969417681953</id><published>2007-07-18T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T18:06:03.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss Jonathan. Boo-hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelims/Promos.&lt;br /&gt;6 weeks. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-3742829969417681953?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/3742829969417681953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=3742829969417681953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/3742829969417681953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/3742829969417681953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-miss-jonathan.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-1011855627071893763</id><published>2007-06-21T06:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T06:47:30.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random updates.&lt;br /&gt;. John left for England.&lt;br /&gt;. I'm staying over at GF's place,and enjoying every second of it.&lt;br /&gt;. MYEs are going to start in 5 (oh,FIVE!) days.&lt;br /&gt;. I'm a very happy girl. :)&lt;br /&gt;. My hoildays are going to end in like 3 days! THREE?!&lt;br /&gt;. Ocean's 13 is indeed a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;. I bought a top from F21 that says "I love my boyfriend."&lt;br /&gt;. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BENZI!&lt;br /&gt;. HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHERYL! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;. Thank you Cher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th-21st June 2007&lt;br /&gt;Today's the first time &lt;strong&gt;I stayed overnight&lt;/strong&gt;, ad today's my &lt;strong&gt;maiden trip to MOS&lt;/strong&gt;. i'm glad I shared these special moments with Eunice and Xiaou. Whee!&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early, headed to CDC and did all 6 Basic Theory papers. Well, for the first session, i failed 2 out of 6, and for the second, I passed all, and even scored 100% for two papaers. I certainly hope that on the 5th of July, things for me wil be just as good. If not, I guess I really have to reconsider do I have the ability to drive. Shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;I reached home, watched a TV programme, had lunch, and went to Eunice's place. We drank bubble tea (the pearls tasted really good), watched TV, read my book, and took a nap. Xiaou came over, we showered and prepared for tonight. (: They took like 3 hours to prepare la! (Inclusive of dinnertime, we had fried rice, hor fun,chicken wings, and omelette) Grr. I ended up eating a huge strawberry and playing with Aden while watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;We left at 9.40 and reached MOS at 11.15pm. The feeling was like WOW. I love their logo, and I don't like the bouncer, he double checked my identity and I felt slightly insulted but I've no idea why. Haha. Smoky, crowded, manbo night were the first few words I said. Then came, "we were here first", and the chatter about how we should deposit our bags first before heading to the dance floor affectionately known as "the cage" by Eunice. LOL. They had a drink each, deposited our bags and went towards the floor. Again, smoky, and temporary blindness. Danced, laughed, pushed, camwhored, and so on and so forth for 3 hours. I enjoyed myself very much. Very very much.&lt;br /&gt;What added to the fun were the jokes about the people who are slightly fleshier than others dancing and meeting my ex crush of 2 years during primary school days, Yunhui, who happened to be dancing in a really intimate manner with Eunice's friend's girlfriend. He asked,"are you Xinyi?" I was like "who the heck is this guy?" -.- We left the place at 3.30am, and rested outside for a while before getting our drinks from 7-11. We cabbed to Tampines, and bought breakfast and chatted before going back to Eunice's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT LAST. 18 years 6 months and 20 days. A long wait but a very worthwhile one. I love my two girls, and certainly hope for another chance to do the same thing all over again. Did you know that from July 1st, smoking is banned from clubs and there'll be a GST hike? Grumbles* My legs are tired now, but I'm still pretty awake and messenging my darling who's studying hard for his tests. Poor boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOANNE IS A VERY HAPPY GIRL. A VERY HAPPY ONE. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-1011855627071893763?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/1011855627071893763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=1011855627071893763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/1011855627071893763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/1011855627071893763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2007/06/random-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-4964368674414673908</id><published>2007-06-08T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T23:51:37.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 21st! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore my life. And I love the people who are in my life, well, almost all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relatively tanned, surprised, and smiling, that's me! WHEE~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-4964368674414673908?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/4964368674414673908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=4964368674414673908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/4964368674414673908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/4964368674414673908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-21st-3-i-adore-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-2938692314339095083</id><published>2007-05-28T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T16:43:36.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-2938692314339095083?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/2938692314339095083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=2938692314339095083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/2938692314339095083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/2938692314339095083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-20883386334442197</id><published>2007-05-04T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T23:46:39.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What you believe in may not be what I believe in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend started very well. On the way to school, there was EC. After, I bought Macs for breakfast, and followed by interesting lessons such as learning our rights, and my personal favourite is article 18 and responsibilities. Next, Lit was not as bad too. (: I've now completed what I'm supposed to do, and I can't wait for that day to arrive. In addition, to be able to spend a few hours with Shauna wraps my Friday up. Whee~ She's growing up now, and she still recognises me along with fruits such as apples, bananas and in Shauna's terms, "butan". It's supposed to be rambutans by the way. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can't wait for Saturday to arrive for me to practise my upcoming practical exam and meeting Jon. That's the highlight. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait for Daddy's return, 20 months with him, and ECONS QUIZ! Yippee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-20883386334442197?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/20883386334442197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=20883386334442197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/20883386334442197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/20883386334442197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-you-believe-in-may-not-be-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-4847068036162879243</id><published>2007-05-02T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T19:27:12.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm quite bored here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've a new phone - k800i aka GF's phone aka Queena's phone. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've registered for my driving license and my BTT is in 3 weeks time!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had fantastic Korean cuisine at TPY for lunch today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm still trying to get over the fact that Chelsea is now no longer in the running for both championships within a space of 3 days. :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Team Spirit (SEM's vball team) will trash their opponents tomorrow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm still very bored.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh yes, i had double the normal dosage of OTH's eye candy today, thank you Cher.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Queena is sleeping and hasn't sent me the songs to 200 Pounds Beauty which is a super good show. I literally cried. Note:Not teared.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spiderman 3 is an equally good movie which I watched with my beloved Jon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hope he gets a night out tomorrow as his Sir is a big Liverpool fan. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's Econs tomorrow, and Econs today was really good. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AHHHHH~~~~&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss Eunice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss Jonathan Lim.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I don't miss my sister.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ok, I really want something new, but I've no idea what. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let's see if I can hit 20. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have an IRP presentation tomorrow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sister's making a lot of noise with her blender trying to make an Oreo beverage with my one and only packet of Oreo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm very sad over the VT killing. :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are my randoms. I'm glad I updated. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-4847068036162879243?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/4847068036162879243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=4847068036162879243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/4847068036162879243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/4847068036162879243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-quite-bored-here.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-2010406327595538000</id><published>2007-03-24T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T10:40:59.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My weekend started out fine, but it wasn't as well as I had expected, but still okay. Well, it's going to improve! (: So what for think about the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this week was like any other week, but my SC teacher just confirmed that I'm able to step down with the rest, and I am really glad, but the HEAD hasn't really confirmed yet, so I'm not going to be &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; happy yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last evening, Cher, Cheryl, Queena and I went to watch the movie 300. It's a good show, and I would recommend it, but after what Cher told me, I expected more, but generally, I enjoyed it a lot, and it's very RA! There's the &lt;strong&gt;oomph &lt;/strong&gt;effect. We then met Jon and supposedly &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;others&lt;/span&gt; to MIND Cafe. Please, if &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;others&lt;/span&gt; didn't pull out at the last second with no reasonable excuse, we would have been at Settlers' and not trouble Jon. BUT. We still had fun. The food there is quite good, and I loved the brownies. (: We played . . . Jurassic, Saboteur, Animal Farm, Taboo, and True Colours. 5 of them in 3 hours. I loved the first, and the third game. They are really no brainers. Haha. And it's very ideal after 6 hours of Econs in 5 days. LOL. We took some pictures, and here are some of them- (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jo and Queena&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045305057777116658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgSGOAhJZfI/AAAAAAAAABk/J29jJ6ej5Ug/s320/IMG_2385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cheryl and Jo!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045305538813453826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgSGqAhJZgI/AAAAAAAAABs/LkoPEXCYMf4/s320/IMG_2383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cher and Queena!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045305951130314258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgSHCAhJZhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1w74unWCF6c/s320/IMG_2382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Second row(from left): Horsie, Owlie, Dogster, Cattie, C.Doodle Doo, Frogman&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;        First row(from left): Moo-moo, DuckO, Piglyn, Mousie, Sheeper                                &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045306337677370914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgSHYghJZiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RNC0FVrrirc/s320/IMG_2379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our drinks for the night. (:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045306741404296754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgSHwAhJZjI/AAAAAAAAACE/kvP2_BMgDjU/s320/IMG_2370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cheryl and Jo, again! &lt;3&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045307170901026370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgSIJAhJZkI/AAAAAAAAACM/Zyxpz-juTU4/s320/IMG_2369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The TMNT Album. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045308944722519714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgSJwQhJZqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NPHLCQpT29g/s320/IMG_2360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045309348449445554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgSKHwhJZrI/AAAAAAAAADE/G3laZBiej5I/s320/IMG_2359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Michelangelo-Ann(known for his 'Cowbunga!') &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045308352017032834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgSJNwhJZoI/AAAAAAAAACs/zxyrXUby-fE/s320/IMG_2363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Leonardo-Anne (strong sense of honor and justice)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045308064254223986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgSI9AhJZnI/AAAAAAAAACk/bzvm1B3np3Q/s320/IMG_2364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Raphael-Na(alternately fierce, sarcastic, and full of angst) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045307819441088098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgSIuwhJZmI/AAAAAAAAACc/tsGbCDGXchc/s320/IMG_2365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Donatello-Cher(least violent, prefers to use his intellect)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045308566765397650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgSJaQhJZpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ewjty7YExt4/s320/IMG_2361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045307647642396242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgSIkwhJZlI/AAAAAAAAACU/cGLhObI1NEY/s320/IMG_2367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND THAT'S US! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With help from Wikipedia.com for the information on the Turtles. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-2010406327595538000?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/2010406327595538000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=2010406327595538000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/2010406327595538000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/2010406327595538000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-weekend-started-out-fine-but-it.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgSGOAhJZfI/AAAAAAAAABk/J29jJ6ej5Ug/s72-c/IMG_2385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-4414168598112395303</id><published>2007-03-21T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T19:32:16.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, I'm rather bored right now. I'm waiting for the rain to stop, and I'm very glad for many days in a row, Jon and I didn't quarrel. (: It's indeed an achievement. LOL. He's receiving his posting results very soon, and I pray that he'll be happy with where he'll be posted too. And after which, he'll book in, and I won't see him for about 2-3 weeks. Boo-hoo.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044332806030321026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgER9ghJZYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mOLMqYgyNIA/s320/IMG_2307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is how I'm feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some updates..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've changed a new timetable, and I'm very happy with it. There aren;'t any major changes with regards to the time, but definitely how it works. There's no longer any homeroom system, but rather subject rooms, and the time for each period has been cut down to 40 minutes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding Nemo on Ice was very good. I watched it with my sister, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself despite the burn I had a few days ago. And of couirse, earlier, I was at the zoo with Jon. 6 hours of fun, and animals. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the hols, Queena, Cher and I went to the beach, and we didn't really get a tan, but definitely enough. they played volleyball, and as usual, I was the scorekeeper. And we saw starfish! LOL. It was squirmy looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Yiping after AGES. (: She's still Apple to me, and I'm glad we spent some time together. And the only person whom I didn't meet up with is Eunice, and hopefully, I do get to meet her this week. Shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures. Enjoy them! &lt;3&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgEWAwhJZeI/AAAAAAAAABc/vGQaLybF2pg/s1600-h/IMG_2243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044337259911407074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgEWAwhJZeI/AAAAAAAAABc/vGQaLybF2pg/s320/IMG_2243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Singapore's Zoological Gardens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgEU1QhJZdI/AAAAAAAAABU/AuVf6cEFLrc/s1600-h/IMG_2261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044335962831283666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgEU1QhJZdI/AAAAAAAAABU/AuVf6cEFLrc/s320/IMG_2261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The elephant at the left of this picture is 41 years and is the matriarch of the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgEUGwhJZcI/AAAAAAAAABM/yqeBgS1sqpg/s1600-h/IMG_2271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044335163967366594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgEUGwhJZcI/AAAAAAAAABM/yqeBgS1sqpg/s320/IMG_2271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love the white tigers. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgETqghJZbI/AAAAAAAAABE/5x1Ve_deUL0/s1600-h/IMG_2276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044334678636062130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgETqghJZbI/AAAAAAAAABE/5x1Ve_deUL0/s320/IMG_2276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look! It's swimming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgES9QhJZaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/i1BDFlpj1Q4/s1600-h/IMG_2285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044333901246981538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgES9QhJZaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/i1BDFlpj1Q4/s320/IMG_2285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rhinos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgESgwhJZZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7t3FowmI_0w/s1600-h/IMG_2292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044333411620709778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgESgwhJZZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7t3FowmI_0w/s320/IMG_2292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It took me 5 minutes to stand still and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgERfAhJZXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BAoEqv2IhvE/s1600-h/IMG_2313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044332282044310898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgERfAhJZXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BAoEqv2IhvE/s320/IMG_2313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; S;ightly unglam, but i love. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgEQ-whJZWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qIGgqa9U7Y8/s1600-h/IMG_2319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044331727993529698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgEQ-whJZWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qIGgqa9U7Y8/s320/IMG_2319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I nearly died when I saw them, worse, they fought over I-have-no-idea-what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgEP1ghJZVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VxEgAvBSlqo/s1600-h/IMG_2323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044330469568111954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgEP1ghJZVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VxEgAvBSlqo/s320/IMG_2323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you know that NO 2 cows have the same prints on them, like how none of us have identical fingerprints? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgEPJAhJZUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DnchWaEMC4w/s1600-h/IMG_2331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044329705063933250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgEPJAhJZUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DnchWaEMC4w/s320/IMG_2331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Big yes? (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There're 11 photos above, and they are only a fraction of the 88 photos I actually took. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-4414168598112395303?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/4414168598112395303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=4414168598112395303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/4414168598112395303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/4414168598112395303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay-im-rather-bored-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/RgER9ghJZYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mOLMqYgyNIA/s72-c/IMG_2307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-2851261046452817181</id><published>2007-03-11T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T11:50:00.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>6 more days till I reach my monthsary of not blogging. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really bored now.&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Let's see.  My first year and 6 months with Jon was on the 8th. (: It was a Thursday, and I had a good Thursday despite him being in camp. Daddy picked me up and we had late lunch together at KFC, and had some father-daughter time again. The previous one was on Tues, and it was because I had a throat infection and did not turn up in school. At this point here, a little note, do not neglect a little cough, it could be more than that, and it's good to seek medical advice asap.&lt;br /&gt;Ok,back to the point. My week was a good one, the first two days being tough as usual, but diploma classes were enjoyable. And Wednesday was fine, but I reached home late as there was the rehearsal for the cultural visit programme attended by 230 Japanese students from Okinawa KOYO Senior High School. I enjoyed Friday VERY VERY much. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai &amp; I hosted the Japanese cultural visit programme, and we're really glad that we did not screw the whole thing up, except for a few very embarrassing moments such as going up to the front when it's not time yet. LOL! The performances by the ICS,MCS were good, and as usual, their costumes were very pretty. The performance by the Japanese students, 'Eisa" was equally good too, they composed their own music and sang a song. Trust me, the girls really do have beautiful voices, and their kimonos are so pretty! There's this really hot guy, and he's so hot, and yes, he's so hot, and he's 16! He's like my brother's age. -.- And they left the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, we had a seminar by Adam Khoo's organization. LOL. LT1 had Mr Gary Lim, and trust me, he's a very interesting guy, and I was so upset that I had to leave for the programme, because he's really a very good speaker. LT2 had Adam Khoo, and Mr Gary told us some little things that he does. Haha, but he's a good speaker too. I had the best of two worlds. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then met my family at yishun and we went to this Thai restuarant to eat. It was very satisfying, and finally, I've proved to my family that I do eat a lot, and the mystery of why am I not gaining weight is not my fault at all. (: daddy then sent my brother and I home, and I showered and got ready to pick Jon up[. Daddy and mummy sent me to Pasir Ris, and yay, we went home together. Jon stayed over, and after watching John Tucker Must Die, we decided that we're too tired to continue with another movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, Jon woke me up, and we had breakfast together with daddy and mummy at Punggol Plaza. Hmm.. We left, and mummy sent Jon home, and surprisingly, he said that mummy is actually a good driver. Ha! -.- We then met at the airport again.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy left for Taiwan. Jon, mummy, my sister and I sent him off. After which, Jon came over and cooked lunch for me. It tasted really good, and I watched Over the Hedge, and it isn't a very good movie, I nearly fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;After thw movie, I slept, and I woke up at 11plus, and at 12, i slept again, and only woke up at 9.35 the mext morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday! I'm so proud of myself, I successfully changed the ink cartridges of my printer and printed out my work.  Now, I'm blogging, and wondering if Cheryl is fine, and hoping that my one week holiday will be a good one. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some randoms.&lt;br /&gt;I only acheived a C5 for my MT. And I'm really disappointed, but good food, and best friend changed my day. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Dear had C,C,C for his A Levels subject, and I'm really very proud of him for acheving beyond my expectations, and his own. However, his D7 for GP was a spoiler. But.. I'M STILL PROUD OF HIM. ((:&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that a MacDonald's branch in China has the largest seating capacity in the whole world? That certain branch can seat 700 people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Jai remembers, pictures of the Japanese Exchange programme will be posted. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-2851261046452817181?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/2851261046452817181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=2851261046452817181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/2851261046452817181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/2851261046452817181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2007/03/6-more-days-till-i-reach-my-monthsary.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-6809603535084884901</id><published>2007-02-17T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T16:27:04.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eh eh. Who was it who said that because Jon's not there, that's why I don't update? Grr. It's precisely because of him that's why I'm so busy and do not have the time to. Lol. Okay, here's my update after such a olong time. UPDATE. There you go. Do you want some designs on it? &lt;strong&gt;UPDATE.&lt;/strong&gt; Hmm.. It's not good enough? Okay, here goes another 'update'. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;UPDATE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Even after italicising it, it's not good, ok, how about some colours? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;UPDATE&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a very good time despite all the waking up at 5.30am, wondering should inflation be the main priority of the government, and whether EMDCs can battle it out with ELDCs for the setting up of TNCs or not, and the hardest part of all, is Jon fine in the Mandai jungle, and is he going to survive after throwing a real grenade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those are the tough periods of time, and the good outweighs the bad. I've Cher who teaches me that I should be confident in writing my Lit essays, and I've Queens who tell me that when Justin Timerlake drops his rice, he'll say dirty 'pop' and I've Cheryl who's famed for her absurd comedy. With friends like this, I'm always smiling. And of course, I've Eunice who's there for me. Even though we hardly meet, just by thinking of her makes me feel better. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's was great. One can refer to Cher's blog, and you'll know each of us received lovely presents such as 3 cookies which Queena gave, and a really lovely 'motorcylce'-nation Cheryl gave, and the big stuffed rose Cher gave! I love them all. (: Then there's the big surprise Jon planned, well, it's just a stalk of rose and a rather noisy but cute balloon which I truly loved very much. Even though he wasn't there, his presence was indeed felt. Ooohh.. The bracelet and the box it came with from him is very pretty, it'll look great with my outfits for CNY! (: Benzi was sweet to give a rose too, and hmm.. The best Valentine's gift was getting a B4 for my GP. No no, the best was seeing Eunice. Lol. It was a pleasant surprise, and the corny part came it when we cried when I gave her a rose and a little speech. HAHA. I love you! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY is here, I'm glad for the many red packets I hope to receive, I'm glad for the pineapple tarts, I'm glad Jon's back for a longer period, and I'm glad for all my new clothes! Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this Chinese New Year be a blessed one for each and every one of you, and I hope that you'll enjoy good health and prosperity too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-6809603535084884901?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/6809603535084884901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=6809603535084884901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/6809603535084884901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/6809603535084884901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2007/02/eh-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116869096326683989</id><published>2007-01-13T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T20:22:43.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INCOMING..!&lt;br /&gt;2 tutorial questions, and one lit assignment.&lt;br /&gt;Grr.&lt;br /&gt;Home, and along with my brother, we met Jon and made our way to Lucky Plaza where they played pool.&lt;br /&gt;Wethen rushed down to meet my mummy before proceeding to the Open House of SSC. And because Newton is flooded, we made one huge round, and while we were walking along the path, this Mercedes just so nicely zoomed past us and splashed water onto Jon &amp; I. But because darling was nearer to the road, he sheltered me from the water. =x&lt;br /&gt;After walking through the SSC, which is really very beautiful, Jon &amp;amp; I made our way to Clarke Quay, and to Settlers' Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;It's really cool there. A group of his cousins and I played games like Guesstures, Taboo, and Golddiggers.&lt;br /&gt;A summary of the games- Guesstures is just like Charades except that it's more strenous on the heart, and you are likely to suffer high blood pressure. Haha. There's this device that's really similar to a toast machine where when it's time's up, the card will just disappear, and you've to skip to the next card. Everyone looked stupid when we were acting out our given words.&lt;br /&gt;And Taboo! I'm sure most people have played this but here is a definition that we've came up with. I said "I'm pretty, and that means I am a _____ ?" Well, the answer is supermodel, and Jess actually said slut. So ya. LOL. We laughed like mad on that one.&lt;br /&gt;Golddiggers was actually pretty boring, like the name connotates, the objective of the game is to collect as much gold as possible and there'sa saboteur to prevent you from doing that.&lt;br /&gt;We made our way to Ice Box at Serangoon Gardens and Daddy sent Jon, his sister and their cousins home. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;JON'S NOW OFFICIALLY A RECRUIT AT JAGUAR COMPANY AT BMTC SCHOOL 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jon, his family and I made our way to Pasir Ris Interchange where we saw Junjie, and He Zhang, and together, we went to Pulau Tekong. Soon after, the enlistees and their family went on our different ways, and we had a tour of the BMTC. Please, I assumed it to be really backward, dirty and hell. But please, they have like a whole bed to themselves complete with their own personal wardrobe. They have their own recreational room where there's a billiard table, board games and a TV set with sound system. It's really cooling there, and after going through the tour, Jon and us met again in the auditorium. They presented this video named "Sons of Singapore" and soon, Jon and his fellow enlistees took their oaths aka affirmation of allegiance. I AM SO PROUD OF HIM. The speech made by the Commanding Officer has this part that said Army is a rite of passage from boys to men. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this is one quote I took from one of the banners in the ferry terminal-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"It is not about what you left behind, but what you'll gain." And the picture was of a soldier cupping the chin of his girlfriend, and I'm so touched because I know my boy is like him, someone whose "last breath be devoted to the people, the country, and the Government of the Republic of Singapore", and someone whom will "rise up to the defence of the Republic of Singapore." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that he is in National Service, here is the chorus of That's When I Love You which is dedicated to him-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cause &lt;strong&gt;here's my promise made tonight, you can count on me for life.&lt;/strong&gt; Cause that's when I love you, when nothing you do could change my mind. The more I learn the more I love, the more my heart can't get enough. That's when I love you, when I love you no matter what~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6 hugs from Jen, 3 hugs from me, 1 hug each from his dad, mum and sister, and we're all set to go. He's now in Tekong, and I on the main island, but like always, we share the same stars and the same heart. &lt;33&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pictures anyone? (: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/1600/351429/IMG_1712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/801475/IMG_1712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/1600/131007/IMG_1710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/33372/IMG_1710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/1600/416799/IMG_1709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/573546/IMG_1709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lovelove to all, and have a good week ahead. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116869096326683989?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116869096326683989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116869096326683989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116869096326683989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116869096326683989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2007/01/friday.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116868708122330781</id><published>2007-01-13T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T19:18:01.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's really been a NONG NONG NONG time since I last updated. I just checked, and my last update was on the 2nd. So.. I shall start with my first week of school. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good, and of course, it felt weird, with sensitive questions like "why aren't you no longer a SC?" "Which class are you in?" "What's going to happen?" Well, I expected that, and I'm now more or less used to all of them, and because of these questions, I've comeup with the perfect answers to all of them. (:&lt;br /&gt;06A5 is really fab class. Even though we hardly have time to really interact with one another, we still somehow can bond as a class. I'm glad for my classmates. And of course, there's 05B3. ((: This class has really fantastic people, and I think I'm one of the luckier ones to have classmates like them. For example, during PE, when I've to be seperated from them because PE's not an academic lesson (?!?), Syaqir said this that really touched my heart, "even though you're not in our class, you're still our classmate" Gosh, I nearly cried can. Anyway.. The bottomline here is I love both of my classes, and the people in them. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 2 weeks has been a good one.&lt;br /&gt;The food's in the canteen has improved, and I hope there'll be even more improvement! LOL. Each time when it's breaktime, Cheryls, Queena and I literally rushed down to get a table and queue. Haha, this is to prevent 25 minutes of waiting time,which is not only unhealthy, it gets annoying too.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;It took me 14mins 46seconds to complete a full 2.4km. (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm 1.61m, and 44.8kg. (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, the end. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116868708122330781?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116868708122330781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116868708122330781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116868708122330781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116868708122330781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-really-been-nong-nong-nong-time.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116773281757015420</id><published>2007-01-02T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T18:13:37.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/1600/740908/IMG_1697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/537446/IMG_1697.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that this Crumpler can't be bought anywhere else?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;It's bought with love. Now, you can't get this at a Crumpler outlet, or even a 77th Street outlet right? ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116773281757015420?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116773281757015420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116773281757015420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116773281757015420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116773281757015420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2007/01/do-you-know-that-this-crumpler-cant-be.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116768343082245371</id><published>2007-01-02T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T04:46:21.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Some pictures from my 18th birthday celebration and the countdown. (: Enjoy them!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/382909/IMG_1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jon &amp; I. &lt;3&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/238037/IMG_1609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jojo &amp; Cher (:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/32392/IMG_1610A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jo, Cher, and Benzi. (: &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/783441/IMG_1611A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jo &amp; Benzi. (: [What's with the gap?? LOL]&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/990398/IMG_1613A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dardar &amp; I. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/907106/IMG_1614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ME! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/400906/IMG_1624.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My family. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/883430/IMG_1605A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cher! Haha. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/782282/IMG_1604.jpg" border="0" /&gt; OUR DINNER. YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/741444/IMG_1625.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My 18th birthday cake. (: &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/819344/IMG_1626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;All smiles.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/376144/IMG_1628.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I love him.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/487785/IMG_1659A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;From Queena (TOP), From Eunice (NECKLACE). &lt;3&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/883635/IMG_1662.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Girlfriends.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/366670/IMG_1663.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Candy &amp; I.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/978146/IMG_1665.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We three.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/110028/IMG_1667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The crowd at City Hall. Grr.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/751618/IMG_1668.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Xiaou and I. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/764828/IMG_1670.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Eunice, Jo, Xiaou.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/437678/IMG_1673.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Old times.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/525082/IMG_1676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I love her.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/38561/IMG_1681.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Pretty pretty.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/373886/IMG_1684.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Fireworks 1.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/438182/IMG_1686.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Fireworks 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116768343082245371?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116768343082245371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116768343082245371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116768343082245371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116768343082245371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2007/01/some-pictures-from-my-18th-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116767853604301662</id><published>2007-01-02T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T18:17:54.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>30th December 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up very excited. (: First, I met Queena and Eunice for lunch! We ate Yoshinoya and had a good time chatting. After we sent Eunice back to her shop, we walked around Compass Point fora while. I then sent her to her bus stop and my family came to pick me up. We went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon darling soon reached my place. We watched TV and spent time together. Daddy and Mummy collected the cake. The first guest was Junhao and then came the others. Cher, Benzi, my aunts and distant cousins. We had steamboat, played games like Taiwan heart attack where we shouted or rather Cher shouted. We played the calling games with hoot hoots, hu ah, roar, oink, ah-wooo, Wilin, Audris, Helen, Jerry and Cheryl. (: LOL. The card games were really fun though! We then sang the birthday song, cut the cake, ate the cake and complained that the chocolate from the cake is too rich. It's about a million dollars. At this point, you should laugh. Haha. -.- Soon, the guests left.&lt;br /&gt;I then had a good time looking at all my presents and feeling so blessed. Here are the presents I've received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A red Crumpler. (THANK YOU to &lt;strong&gt;Cher&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Benzi&lt;/strong&gt;, Huiting, Mira, Bryan, Shaq, Michelle, KS, Tzekiat, Fathiah, Fatah, Queena, Cheryl, Iggy, Nadiah, Isk, Saddad, Shujian, Siraj, Larence, Tessa, Jon and Junhao.) I know I've told some of you guys these, but thank you so much. Without your contribution, I would never get this bag. At this point of time,I still find it unbelievable that I ACTUALLY HAVE A RED CRUMPLER. I love you all. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A necklace. It's not some ordinary necklace. It's one that I stared at it the whole time my GF was wearing it, and it's one that my bestie gave, so that makes it even more special.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lancome Miracle. I know that this perfume has existed since I'm in Sec 4, but what makes it special is because Jon gave it to me, and it's his first time buying perfume for a girl, &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; because it's from HIM. I love you dear. (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A top. It's one that I liked it so much that I wore it the next day. Thank you Queena! &lt;3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rue Boissiere. Another perfume from my aunt. It's very sweet because it's totally unexpected, and I like the fragance too! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lastly, many hongbaos. Heh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eunice was the first to wish me a happy birthday. And thank you to all who remembered and those who signed the card AND wished me again on the 31st. Lovelove. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* The reason why I highlighted Cher's name is because it was her who thought up of the idea to make my dream come true. For that, THANK YOU. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;31st December 2006&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I AM 18, I AM 18, I AM 18! Yes, I'm 18. Like always, I went to church. (: There were some reallly sweet happenings like Shauna allowing me to carry her, and how she's growing up and her language is soon becoming understandable, and how I'm glad there's her. Jon;s mum invited me for a simple lunch and we had a good time. Dear dear then sent me to Compass Point where I had lunch with my bestie. It was a good lunch. Duh. I met my family and I finally got my red belt. It was at like half the price I'm willing to pay for la. We had a dinner and I went bakc home and prepared to meet Eunice again and our friends for the countdown. It wasquite a last miunte thing for me, but I still managed to meet them on time. We then made our way to the Esplanade, and watched the beautiful fireworks. Seriously, they were so beautiful that all I could say was WOW as recorded in the video Eunice took. Haha. At that time, I felt so lost in the beauty of the fireworks. The finale was THE BEST. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;01st January 2007&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daddy and Mummy picked me up from BoonKeng, and together with my cousin and sister, we had supper. We then went to Boon Keng again, and picked Eunice up. We sent her home, then my cousin, and I finally reached home at 3plus. But I'm not complaining! I slept at like 4.47, and woke up at like 3.30pm. I then witnessed the Messiest House ever, and got ready to meet Eunice. We met and had a good dinner at Subway. We then shopped in Marina Square where she got herself a pretty nice top, and I myself bought an organiser. I'm glad I had her company. When I reached home, I watched some TV, and cleared my table and shelves ofall the rubbish. Jon &amp;amp; I then chatted and came up with our New Year resolutions. There're only 5 of them. It's really nothing much, but I hope I can really do them all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;For my end of year exams this 2007, I must get a C in Econs, a C in Geog, and a D in Lit. I know that they aren't exactly very desirable grades, but based on my present grades, it can be quite hard to achieve this resolution, but I'm still determined to &lt;strong&gt;make it happen&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My savings for the year should be &lt;strong&gt;at least&lt;/strong&gt; $200. LOL. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more loving towards my family, my friends and of course Jon. (: I should respect my family members more and spend as much time with them as possible. As for my friends, I will be there for them more, and for Jon, I'll be more patient, and more tolerant. &lt;33&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a better person. When people step on my slippers, I'll not curse and grumble, but smile and say, IT'S OK. I'll smile at people even though they look like they deserve something else, and I'll learn to &lt;strong&gt;forgive&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be baptised by June. This is really personal, but I hope it does happen. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;These resolutions are all made to make me a better person. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With Jon going to NS, me being in a new class and waking up at 5 almost every morning, I should still enjoy this new year and when 2008 arrives, I can look back and tell myself I had a great year. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116767853604301662?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116767853604301662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116767853604301662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116767853604301662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116767853604301662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2007/01/30th-december-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116739375240892497</id><published>2006-12-29T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T20:02:32.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queena, Cheryl Ann and I met up yesterday to exchange presents. Thank you Cheryl, I love the earrings, and I love the sweets even more. (: Haha, both Cheryl and Queena were shocked at the presents I bought for them. And i hope Cher will like hers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl then went off, and Queena and I continued shopping. Queena celebrated my birthday yesterday because she can't make it to the party, and we then had PastaMania, her treat. (: Thank you. We shopped around, and went to Bugis Street. The bags are nice there, but it's not within my budget of $30, and thus, I didn't get what I want there, but to amke myself feel better, I bought a top along with Queena. Mine says "I'm not spoilt, just well taken care of." How true. Queena's one has a crown on it, and says "You will do what I say.". Queena bought a dress that's affordable and really pretty! Now that I'm thinking about it, i kind of regret not getting it. Why didn't I get it? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went Wisma Atria, and saw my eye candy! And he talked to me! Lol, he just said, "we're currently having a 20% sale." LOL.The bags in Flesh Imp are nice and they cost too. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeren's next, and I finally saw a bag I like, and within my budget too. But because it's the last piece, I was very worried when I took it home last night, afraid that it'll spoil within the next 7 days. However, the more i look at it, the more I like it. (: Queena chose it for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cineleisure is the last stop for the night. We shopped a bit and went to Tinkerbell. I bought my slip-ons there. I've always wanted a pair of original sandals from Charles &amp; Keith, but I hesistated because the dsigns are rather limited. BUT, I saw a pair at Tinkerbell that I really liked and it's extremely comfortable too! Hence, I bought it at a 15% discount and got myself a 10% membership! (: Queena did the same thing too! She bought this pair of heels that has red polka dots on a white surface. It's pretty, but very girly, but Queena likes it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116739375240892497?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116739375240892497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116739375240892497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116739375240892497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116739375240892497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/12/queena-cheryl-ann-and-i-met-up.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116739277547799088</id><published>2006-12-29T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T20:03:19.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've not felt so tired for many months.&lt;br /&gt;Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up from an impromptu nap. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I woke up and met Jon on the way to Bartley Campus, and be all ready for the official move. There was a video, a short speech and some seniors went up and shared their fond memories, inlcuding Jon. (: We were then ferried to Block 142 opposite the school and waited for the TT counterparts and marched into school together. After, there was the inaugural flag-raising, performances and speeches. Queena and I then met Cher and stole some food from the buffet prepared for the VIPs. The food's so much better. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need another 3 working days before my ez-link's deducting the normal students' fare. And 3 working days mean till the next Friday. Grr. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day and I'll know what my friends bought for me. Cher and Queen were so 'irritating', whispering and discussing about the present (I think) and it doesn't help that Jon contributed to the present too, so I'm SO egg-cited to know what is it. Does it move? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more days till I turn 18. Whoppee! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Anon, your tag is deleted, BY ME, and yes Anon, you should not try tagging again. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116739277547799088?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116739277547799088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116739277547799088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116739277547799088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116739277547799088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-not-felt-so-tired-for-many-months.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116722823002036007</id><published>2006-12-27T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T22:08:38.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY 100TH POST.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this year, there were jokes on how I can celebrate monthsaries where I do not update my blog at all, and now? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more days. One two three four. Yi er san shi.&lt;br /&gt;And it's my 18th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;After CNY, Valentine's, Mum's, Cheryl's, Eunice's, Brother's, Queen's, Daddy's, Sister's, Cher's, Jon's, Christmas, it's &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; my turn to celebrate. (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm very excited for Saturday, where my mummy is planning a very simple birthday party for me, and I invited my friends and my family.&lt;br /&gt;And it's Sunday, where I officially turn 18.&lt;br /&gt;And it's Monday, a new day, a new week, a new year, a year older. Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM IS A GOOD SHOW.IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED IT,WATCH IT.&lt;br /&gt;Jon &amp; I missed it the other time,and therefore, in order to compensate, I've to make sure that everything will go fine. That includes the seatings and my health. Despite feeling a little giddy, I made it to Cathay, and since we bought and chose the seats online the previous night, we skipped the queuing part. (:&lt;br /&gt;We were right smack in the middle in their largest theatre, and enjoyed the movie very much.&lt;br /&gt;It's the best comedy I've watched so far. Ben Stiller's a really good actor,and the animation in the movie is very good. I'm glad I watched this despite the other options such as Charlotte's Web.&lt;br /&gt;Jon's watching the movie right now as his parents are treating the whole family so as to celebrate his brother's success in getting his Silver in swimming. Congrats Jen! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the ChampionChip thingy? Tomorrow's the last day of their 'grace' period, and I've still not clarified with them. Puh-lease. First, the line's permanently engaged. Second, even if I manage to get through, nobody answers. How useful their hotline is. They might as well state 12345679. That might go through.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not giving in to their strategy of robbing me of $50 though.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR MORE DAYS YO! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116722823002036007?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116722823002036007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116722823002036007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116722823002036007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116722823002036007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-100th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116703924422322426</id><published>2006-12-25T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T17:34:04.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;Santarina. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what is the most beautiful Christmas gift I've received?&lt;br /&gt;That was when God so loved me (and others) that He gave his only begotten Son to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides my family and all, there are 2 people that really make my life so much more joyous, they are Shauna and Eunice. When I was feeling so depressed in the morning, the smile Shauna gave me when I stepped into the car immediately made my day better. My girlfriend's smile, and the fact that she's there is another blessing I'm so grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Eunice and had lunch with her. I hope that whatever she does, she'llbe happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iwent home and rested, ready to surprise Jon later as his mom invited me for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;However, the plans changed when Jon told me he was going to Vivo City to collect the turkey, ham and log cake. (: I then decided to meet him, and surprise him by sticking with him and head home together. However, that pig knows that I'm going over already, and when I told him, he ended up counter-surprising me that he knows already.-.-" The turkey &amp; ham weights roughly around 5.5kg,and the log cake 1kg. Heavy eh! We cabbed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was good. Very very good. It was so good, till I ate too much, and thus spent my Christmas waiting in the hospital. ?_? I'll never forget this Christmas. Not only the pain is unforgettable, the fact that Jon &amp;amp; I quarrelled didn't make things any better. Worse, I'm stuck at home recovering, and hopefully, I'll be ok before the 30th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck! &lt;33 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/522763/CIMG0054A.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/641038/CIMG0069A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jon. (: LOL.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/973371/CIMG0060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I wish for this Christmas that Jon &amp; I can be like 16 months ago. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And I wish for a pretty bag, my red one is spoiled. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I wish to recover. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I wish that EACH and everyone of my friend will have a joyous and beautiful Christmas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116703924422322426?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116703924422322426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116703924422322426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116703924422322426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116703924422322426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-eve.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116694550943741962</id><published>2006-12-24T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T17:09:51.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, John's a very fast worker, he has sent all the pictures taken during Sat's Christmas party held in church. (: Good, then I can update what happened .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I woke up early on Saturday, and feeling better, I prepared and met the others at Orchard to head down towards Brother Allen's residence at Ardmore Park to have Christmas breakfast. The food's fine, as I can't eat too much, and the games were the best! (: We laughed a lot, and sang carols. After, some of us went to Suntec City and shopped a bit. There, we had more fun and more laughter. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping, Jon &amp; I went to my house, and I prepared again, and Brother Foo came to pick Jon, my brother, my sister and I up to the party held in the evening. The moment my sister and I stepped into the chapel, the decoration and all literally took my breathe away. I didn't expect the beautiful decoration, and neither did I expect to see a Orchard in Paya Lebar. The decoration was really so much better than the typical Orchard lights. Now I can't wait for next year.&lt;br /&gt;The food's very yummy, and the games were fun too. We sang carols again, and my dear Shauna was waving so many times at me, that I couldn't sing properly, I was too happily smiling back at her. We played pass-the-parcel, and I ended up doing one of the forfeits which is to imitate Santa Claus's Xmas greeting, and I tried, I failed, and I did a Santarina. (: LOL. I hence earned myself my nickname Santarina. Hee hee hee! (Yes,that's my greeting!) I had the honour to present Santa Claus (Borther Foo) and helped distribute the presents to the little children. Do you know they are so lovely? Shauna was at the back and pointing to her own head wanting the Xmas hat I was wearing. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;The last game we played was dress a tree. (: Guess who was our tree? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pictures! &lt;33 (Taken by John.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/284150/CIMG0042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/698303/CIMG0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/278/CIMG0047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/43405/CIMG0049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Okay, these are the pictures that I can upload. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116694550943741962?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116694550943741962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116694550943741962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116694550943741962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116694550943741962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/12/wow-johns-very-fast-worker-he-has-sent.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116679443020046206</id><published>2006-12-22T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T21:33:50.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:(&lt;br /&gt;I thought today'll be a great day.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to feelas if something is stuck in my chest, and soon, my tummy ached like mad, and even after drinking some ginger tea, it still hurts. What's worse, I'm running a little late in meeting my boy. However, we arranged him to buy tickets for us first, and I'll meet him later. When I'm all dressed up, I vomited. How great yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, dear dear came over with the medicine, and took good care of me. After resting,I felt better, and he went home.&lt;br /&gt;Well well.. I'm drinking some soup now, and I hope I'll be alright tomorrow for Christmas breakfast, and soon, the Christmas dinner at night.&lt;br /&gt;Pray for my health yeah? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother bought my sister and I some stars that symbolise good luck, happiness, joy, vitality, long life, celebration (for me), romance, love, friendship, truth and affection (for little sis). How thoughtful right? He bought us a bottle shaped in a star and after placing the stars in, the whole package looks very sweet. I love my brother. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/544935/IMG_1582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/801012/IMG_1584.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Christmas, and I can't wait for my BIRTHDAY! Yippee! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HUITING! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116679443020046206?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116679443020046206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116679443020046206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116679443020046206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116679443020046206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-thought-todayll-be-great-day.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116667553651622401</id><published>2006-12-21T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T12:32:16.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, great.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I checked my mail today, if not, I've to pay $50 for NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;Standard Chartered just email-ed me and told me that I still owe them the ChampionChip which I'm more than 100% sure that I've returned.&lt;br /&gt;What's worse, Cher mentioned that I might have picked up someone else's ChampionChip, and therefore, if that's the case.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost $50, ran 10km for nothing, and be made a scapegoat.&lt;br /&gt;However, this will not happen, cos no matter what, I'm going to make sure that I get my way.&lt;br /&gt;Call me unreasonable, or what, I don't care. I ran the race, passed the checkpoint, took off the ChampionChip, returned it, and claimed my medal. No way am I going to pay or what sh*t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;Dar dar came over and we watched Notting Hill and had lunch together. It's a pretty good movie, but Hugh Jackman looks pretty yucky there. Haha. He went off. Late at night, I had a headache thinking what to buy for others' Christmas presents. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;I had a big quarrel with Jon, and that includes him scolding me for the first time. I really mean a scolding. I kept that sms with me, knowing that I better.  I then went shopping on my own to IKEA Tampines, Tampines Mall, Dhoby Ghaut and finally to Vivo City. It's quite fun actually, but it'll be better if say my boy's with me or maybe my GF. Jon &amp; I made up that night. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;I went to PS and bought Jon's present. Daddyand little sister picked me up at Punggol MRT Station. I saw 2 beautiful rainbows at the same time, one above the other. (: WOW. I can't describe how beautiful the sight is, but it's just more that beautiful. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Punggol Plaza, had dinner, bought my wrapping paper and went home.&lt;br /&gt;The presents are all wrapped now, and I absolutely can't wait to give them away. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the release of Night at the Museum, and I really want to watch it. There's Eragon too, and Charlotte's Web. Yippee! (:&lt;br /&gt;Dar's at the Science Centre being a geek (in my opinion) but in his opinion, a scientist. How corny. LOL. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays, and enjoy Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116667553651622401?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116667553651622401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116667553651622401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116667553651622401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116667553651622401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/12/ok-great.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116643814752706915</id><published>2006-12-18T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T02:10:39.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I met my GF up for a quick lunch (as usual), and spent some time catching up. (: After, I met my cousin and went shopping for a while. She found the perfect shoes to go with her very beautiful dress for D&amp;D. (: I bought tang yuan. (: My family came and pick me up, and we went to Bugis, and had dinner then went to admire, lol, the Xmas tree put up by Lee Hwa Jewellery. It's worth 1.5 mil, and 3000+ kg. It is really really very very beautiful. And worth a lot too! I bought a new top, and we soon went back home, but I went to Compass Point and met Xiaou and Eunice instead! (: We had a lot of fun eating, and gossiping about teachers and boyfriends. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I went church, then to City Plaza for lunch. It was my first time eating Penang Laksa, and it was good. But, it's not very healthy on the stomach cos' it's quite spicy. Jon's house next. After, dear dear sent me to the bus stop where my mp3 went flat on me, and I soon reached Eunos where I met up with Shaq, KS, Fathiah, Saddad, Siraj and Cher. (: We went to Huiting's NEW house for her housewarming/birthday. (: It was a lot of fun, and we sure had lots of good food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/771387/SP_A1122.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ting's flowers from Cher and I. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/144934/SP_A1127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/944881/SP_A1126.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Typical of Ting. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Dear dear is watching a basketball match, and I hate organising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas in 7 days time! (: Presents presents presents. &lt;33&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/723458/SP_A1120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I &lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116643814752706915?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116643814752706915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116643814752706915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116643814752706915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116643814752706915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/12/saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116617321793849730</id><published>2006-12-15T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T17:00:18.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jon's birthday was a success.&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of fun at Wild Wild Wet, and had a great lunch/dinner at V8, followed by a surprise at his own place. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the rides and games at Wild Wild Wet were quite blah and rather limited, Jon &amp; I still had a good time. LOL, I guess it's due to the company we had. (: The most thrilling ride there was the one where Jon &amp;amp; I had to go through the fear of a almost vertical drop. Too bad the tube was too heavy, and the flight of stairs we have to climb up was not worth the 1 minute thrill. Haha. For me, the scariest part was to cycle in the so-called bicycle and go round Wild Wild Wet. It was ironically, the worst ride there. However, it was fun to be at the Children's Playground, it was fun there! One, the kids there are part of the fun, and two, the games there are better, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V8 was good, Jon had griled salmon, and me, black pepper spaghetti. (: He had a strawberry smoothie which looks damn good, and I, cold milk. -.- LOL. I then gave him his present which he said he loved. So, I guess congratulations to myself then! I planned too much time for the dinner, and I had to go through so much heart-aches just because he was tired, and I can't let him go home yet, if not, the surprise at the end would be spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shopped, and finally went home. When he reached Punggol, he went off first, and I took the next train to rush to Sengkang and met Cher. We then cabbed to his house, and met Shujian and Pok. (: We were all redy to surprise my boy, but that dumb dumb opened the door too early, but he did told me that he was shocked to see me there. He was so confused, and afterwards, after explaining, he did say that he had so much fun with his friends palying poker and all.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Cher, Shujian and Pok for making Jon's birthday such an enjoyable and memorable one! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, his birthday is over, and soon, (very soon) , Christmas, and MY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;-.- GF was saying on her blog that she's turning 19 soon in 6 months time,and I'm not even 18 yet. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get to see her soon.&lt;br /&gt;And GF, that humji spider won't be crawling near my blog anytime soon, I know what to do with IT. Haha. What an ass that humji spider is. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116617321793849730?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116617321793849730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116617321793849730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116617321793849730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116617321793849730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/12/jons-birthday-was-success.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116602718656090594</id><published>2006-12-14T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T00:26:26.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's a very good day. (:&lt;br /&gt;Today's my boy's birthday. (:&lt;br /&gt;Today's the day when my GF finishes her term tests! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO DAR DAR! &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116602718656090594?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116602718656090594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116602718656090594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116602718656090594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116602718656090594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/12/todays-very-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116581705435310185</id><published>2006-12-11T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T14:04:14.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat.&lt;br /&gt;I met my GF for lunch, and I was late. Surprised? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;It's fun, we should do it more often right?&lt;br /&gt;Really. In fact, I miss my GF now, but she's going to be busy with her term test till Thursday. -.-&lt;br /&gt;That half hour is never enough to catch up, especially when she tells me some really shocking news. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my family, and because of my little sister, we went for Katong Laksa, and she was the only one who ate. We just sat there and watched her eat. Haha! We shopped a while in OG, then went to Tangs. My little sister then bugged Daddy &amp; Mummy to go TM. How irritating right? LOL. They dropped me off near ACS to surprise Jon. But, I've forgotten how to walk there and ended up calling him. Spoiler. Everytime is a new experience, the other time, I saw Tay Ping Hui live. And this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F*CK. I'm sure everyone heard of sore losers, ever heard of sore winners? Please, if a team is good, they need not biased referees to help them. Secondly, if your team is really that capable, even with biased referees, you can still win. Bloody hell. What's worse, all the fouls called were perfectly justified. I was supporting this team who portrayed immese team spirit, but this China b*tch from their side was complaining how biased the refs are, how they are all thieves, and some really insulting words. And when they finally won, guess what, she said this, "Ha, we showed the refs." Throughout the game, she earned herself 3 technical fouls that wasn't called. I scolded Jon for not calling her. She was really damn f*cked up. In fact, after calculation, if the 3 technical fouls were called, their team won't even stand a chance to win. Seriously, I've never seen anyone as irritating as she is, and this is just an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon &amp;amp; I then went for dinner at Far East's famous Hainanese Chicken Rice. (: We went for Yami Yoghurt, and I'm glad I was 'allergic' to peach, cos they had to change it, and we then had a larger serving. LOL. We went to Tangs, (again), and bought this pretty pretty balloon from Salvation Army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/428681/SP_A1079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sun.&lt;br /&gt;Shauna is still so lovely. She's such a sweetheart and her baby talk and actions just bring joy to me. Her smile is THE WOW. The moment she smiles at me, I feel like I'm the happiest girl alive. And when she allows me to carry her, or when she holds onto me tightly, that's like the ultimate. Jon &amp;amp; I then went home, Eunice told me how fun MoS was, and how I think Ivy Lee's a really good actress. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon.&lt;br /&gt;Jon didn't manage to get the job. :( And that's $1680 gone per week. Too bad, cos the earliest they can hire him is Feb but by that time, he'll be in Tekong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days. &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116581705435310185?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116581705435310185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116581705435310185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116581705435310185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116581705435310185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116563324138490650</id><published>2006-12-09T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T11:00:41.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went shopping for Jon's gift the other day with my cousin and sister. It was if I'm not wrong the second time out going shopping with them. His gift is now ready, and one thing is off my list. To treat myself from using within my budget, and since my handphone pouch is spoiled, I got myself a new one that can double as a mini handbag, a super mini one. (: My cousin has nother one, and learning from Queena, I bargained a bit, and we got it much cheaper. Sweet. Here's a look at mine. (The design resembles quite a lot like Cher's dress that she bought from Future State.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/221007/SP_A1073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And did I mention Future State has this new arrival that is so super gorgerous and looks like a kimono? HINT* :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm meeting Eunice later to pass her her belt and have a quick lunch, then to the library, and I'll meet Jon for dinner. But somehow, I've this feeling that things won't turn out right, so I feel a bit sian. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I had a horrible dream or rather dreams last night. Here's the outline, 3 SUPER DUPER MINI tortoises stuck in my left eye, and later on, another slightly bigger one. What's more, my sister and I saw two hands holding my camera and taking pictures of us. Only that 2 hands. Damn. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It must be all the feeding totoises in EastCoast and seeing the hand dryer go off by itself that triggered all these nightmares. =/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116563324138490650?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116563324138490650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116563324138490650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116563324138490650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116563324138490650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-went-shopping-for-jons-gift-other.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116557504054865783</id><published>2006-12-08T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T18:50:40.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've taken a liking to chocolate cakes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon &amp; I went on a date to celebrate our 1 year and 3 months in advance as he had to ref on that day. How annoying, but I felt perfectly ok with the idea, which must be a big surprise for him! LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, and that reminds me, today itself is my monthsary. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy sponsored some tidbits for us, and off we went to East Coast. We finally made our way there and selected our bicycle. It's for two people, and it's Jon's first time riding it. The rates are good too, you pay only $8 for 2 hours. (: However, it's damn painful on the butt la,especially the ass crack. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a beautiful time, just cycling, feeding the tortoises, enjoying the breeze, sitting down &amp;amp; catching up, taking photos, and most importantly, enjoying each other's company. Jon commented that it was his best date out ever, and I sure felt the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned our bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went for dinner at this restaurant called Zen. The ambience really is a must-go-for. Candlelit, dark, and the food? For the prices, it's reasonable, and the service? FANTASTIC. Even though I paid an extra 5 for noodles that I didn't touch, I didn't feel the pinch at all. I guess it's for their good service or maybe I'm just feeling ultra happy that day. :D Guess what we did after the dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went cycling again. -.- But it was another round of great fun, especially since it's all dark now. We cycled for another 1.5 hours, and Jon &amp; I headed home. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to see Eunice tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to go over and see her little brother, whom I miss very much.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad it's going to be Chirstmas soon, I'm glad I'm a day nearer to my birthday, and of course, his birthday too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/275233/IMG_1538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Before East Coast. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/962428/IMG_1550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can you spot the SIA symbol? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/433752/IMG_1553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At East Coast. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/176081/IMG_1559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our Love for the day. :) (It spared us a lot of walking.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/265382/IMG_1567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Lights. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116557504054865783?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116557504054865783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116557504054865783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116557504054865783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116557504054865783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-taken-liking-to-chocolate-cakes.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116538511652854319</id><published>2006-12-06T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T14:05:16.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY TO CHER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queena and I went to PS to get Cher's birthday cake, and the cake we chose was extremely delicious. It's of chocolate and hard chocolate. So that's alot of chocolate. Haha. (: We then went to Riverside Indo Restaurant and gave the cake to the waitress first to be served after dinner. We then hung around in the nearby super ulu shopping centre to take pictures and listen to a creepy hand-dryer that went off on its own. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met Benzi, Cher, Shuen and Cheryl and headed towards the restaurant where we ate a very good dinner. Desmond then came later. We laughed a lot, talked more, and waited for the SURPRISE which was spoiled cos the waitress just plop the cake down onto the table. -.- The candles were lit, the songs sang, and Cher cut the cake! It was good. (: It's from Polar and it's named Nutella. Even the name sounds tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each went to pee, and we soon made our way down to Eski Bar which Benzi &lt;em&gt;roughly&lt;/em&gt; knows where is it. We ended up nearly lost, but still afte a few phonecalls, we reached there. It was cold, but yet extremely cosy at the same time. We put on our lovely coats and sat there and CHILLED. Literally. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played Indian Poker, Bluff, Murderer, err.. I think that's all right? We ordered our drinks, and they are Mango-something, Malibu Pineapple, Sex on the Beach, Whisky, Lychee Martini, and Eski Blue! Did I spell them all correct? But anyway, guess who drand what. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played Truth for Truth, and had a lot of quite surprising discoveries that caused all ofus to break out in cold sweat. HAHA. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed home with Queena and Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Oh yes, pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just deleted 3 pictures cos they're taking too long to upload and I'll just post some of our group picutres. LOVE. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/900287/IMG_1418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;At Riverside Indonesia Restaurant.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/656570/IMG_1436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;FokKiewSeah &amp; their rings. Lovely. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/128573/IMG_1443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cher &amp; Nutella.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/109188/IMG_1444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;All of us.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/418908/IMG_1462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;All of us again. (:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/822751/IMG_1464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Millennians. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/402507/IMG_1471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Eski Coats &amp; Us.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/560208/IMG_1505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;En, Cher, and Benzi. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/419209/IMG_1510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Drinks anyone?&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/774476/IMG_1535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Last but pretty. &lt;33&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116538511652854319?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116538511652854319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116538511652854319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116538511652854319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116538511652854319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-18th-birthday-to-cher-queena-and.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116507100675486898</id><published>2006-12-02T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T22:50:06.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I'll be meeting E-U-N-I-C-E.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, this is how I enjoy calling my girlfriend. Esp when she's somewhere in an underground LT where there's no reception at all. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Eunice and Xiaou on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Vivo City, and as usual, had a great time catching up.&lt;br /&gt;GF and I wore similar tops, and it's not planned. She a black, and I a red. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;We ate at F ood Republic, and I know exactly what to order the next time I visit. You Tiao and soy bean milk. This is what GF ate, whereas Xiaou ate Korean food, and me? Wu Xiang and Bee Hoon. Very satisfying!&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, we shopped around.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Zara, Forever 21 and I think these are the 2 shops where we shopped most. They shopped more though. Xiaou has gotten her pay, and she's determined to get something before she leaves, and I really mean determined. LOL. She saw her beloved black top and some bit*hes. But never mind.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Forever 21 and we saw this really beautiful dress. I like it so much, thatI tried i on despite knowing it'll messmy hair, but it didn't. Haha. Good good. But ... Sadly, it'll look so much better on someone with more meat than I do. Being thin doesn't mean you look good in anything. I look crap in that dress and Iwas so jealous at Xiaou cosI think she looks super hot in that dress! &amp;*^*#$% . Haha. But I still love her.&lt;br /&gt;Eunice bought some stuff too!  If my memory's good to me, she bought 1 top and 1 bag. Which I think it's a very good buy and pretty too! The top's from Forever 21, and the bag from Topshop.&lt;br /&gt;I really apologize if I've confused the places where she bought her goods. I mean, don't the shops mentioned have the same interior?&lt;br /&gt;Hee.&lt;br /&gt;I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116507100675486898?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116507100675486898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116507100675486898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116507100675486898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116507100675486898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/12/tomorrow-ill-be-meeting-e-u-n-i-c-e.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116507021790302950</id><published>2006-12-02T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T22:54:49.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY FIRST.&lt;br /&gt;Going to K-Box.&lt;br /&gt;Going out with Huiting, Cher, Larence, Shaq, and KS.&lt;br /&gt;It's Larence's birthday you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, tomorrow will be also MY FIRST time running a marathon, or rather, walking. (: I am excited, and all ready to walk 10km. But what is so not exciting is waking up at about 5am. Another first! Tomorrow, the Millennians who took up the challenge will wear our NEW PE shirt. It is of dry-fit material,and it has our house colours on it. Pretty pretty. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of my great day out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/924082/SP_A1061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Larence's birthday cake that tasted extremely chocolately and extremely delightful! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/460074/SP_A1062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Shaq, KS, Larence&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/637858/SP_A1063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Them again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/574047/SP_A1064.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Huiting and I.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/322474/SP_A1065.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Us again :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/230509/SP_A1066.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My sister and I. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Our family went to East Coast and we had a good time sitting down, talking, and I'm glad to have spent some time with my sister and mummy just discussing about girl stuff. &lt;33&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I apologize about my photos, they are taken from my 1.3 mega-pixel mobile. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I miss my baby, and I'm so glad that he's returning in about 17 hours. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116507021790302950?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116507021790302950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116507021790302950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116507021790302950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116507021790302950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-first.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116499202966499098</id><published>2006-12-02T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T00:53:49.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss Jon.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Jon.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Jon.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching cable TV, and here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/464024/IMG_1254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/979668/IMG_1255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The pride of our city :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/522589/IMG_1258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/356225/IMG_1257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jonathan, James &amp; Joanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/838469/IMG_1301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant that we ate at Grassroots Club. The food's very good, and the prices affordable too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/746082/IMG_1305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lastly, my boy and I. &lt;33&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Do you think Nippon Paint can help make my entries less dull? Haha! -P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116499202966499098?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116499202966499098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116499202966499098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116499202966499098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116499202966499098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-miss-jon.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116481905828182342</id><published>2006-11-30T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T00:50:58.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BAACCKK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that I'm back in the 3rd Students' Council. I am glad to be back in playing a part in the Orientation (I think), I'm glad to be back to welcome the 4th Students' Council. I'm glad to be a Millennian, I'm glad that I'll get to use my student's fare AGAIN. I'm glad that I need not return for any lessons for my course until the 15th January. I'm glad I'm seeing GF and Xiaou tomorrow. &lt;3 There are so many things I'm glad for. Many many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not glad that Jon's leaving for Genting tomorrow, I'm not glad that he's going for NS. I'm not glad that I've to wake up early tomorrow to Bukit Batok Campus. I'm not glad that the mini Crumpler costs $31. I'm not glad thatI've screwed up my FIRST practical test, by missing out one step while introducing the exercise. I'm not glad thatI've gotten the Principal of a Montessori Pre-school Centre/Academic Director/the teacher who's infamous for her possibility of failing a candidateand firmness as my examiner. She asked me some really tough questions and I pray so hard that what I think was pretty common sense and made sense IS sense to her. If not ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116481905828182342?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116481905828182342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116481905828182342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116481905828182342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116481905828182342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/11/baacckk-im-so-glad-that-im-back-in-3rd.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116444870994727062</id><published>2006-11-25T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T17:58:29.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ouch, my tummy hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escape Theme Park's tickets are only at $6 per student.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I'm now a Millennian again? beams* (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been busy for me. On Wednesday, Jon and I sent Elder Bowler off at the airpost, some pictures will be posted. We miss him a lot, and I just saw the email he sent, he's well. We're glad. (:&lt;br /&gt;We then went home and agreed to meet later. We were delayed because it rained heavily, and we decided to change our destinationto YCK GrassrootsClub, it's so ulu there can. -.- We wanted to go cycling, but in the end, we chose bowling instead. But guess what, it's closed down. So we just had a very good dinner there. We laughed a lot, and did stupid things, like he tricking me that the chilled water was Sprite, and I fell for it. LOL. We then went to Orchard Library, and borrowed many books. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl Thing.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was the 23rd, and it was the day of the release of the movie that beat Casino Royale in the box office! HAPPY FEET'S A GOOD GOOD MOVIE! Haha, educational, extremely funny, and some action and romance. All into one movie. Queena and I enjoyed the movie, so I strongly recommend this show. Cher, watch it! It's really good.&lt;br /&gt;Well, before the movie, I was in school talking to the Principal, he gave me the PU2 repeat scheme, and it seems like I'm staying in MI for an additional 2 years, and I'm not complaining, but the difficult part is Returning to Return of the Natives. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Queena bought loud orange nice 'Honolulu' sandals. Haha, rubber slippers that costs SLIGHTLY less than $50 from New Urban Male. They look good on her though. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to school to submit my form, and I'm so glad that Jon can join me and even happier that Daddy agreed to send me there. I met Queena and we helped Cher with some stuff, after, Daddy sent us to Circuit Road Market for lunch. We all ate Pigs' Organs soup, except for Cher who's not hungry. The soup's VERY good. Daddy then drove us to Suntec City to collect our packages, we saw Mr Ser! (: We took an hour to collect them, and saw some Millennians too. Daddy went back, and after, we went Suntec for some shopping. I bought this red top from U2, nice nice. (: Thanks dear! We sent Cher off, and after Jon. Thank you again for accompanying me a little longer. Queena and I continued shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's family day. I ordered my new contacts, and we had a good lunch. We then went to Punggol Plaza and shopped some more. (: After this entry, I'll watch a DVD from Cher. I think Inside Man sounds good! I miss Jon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soundtracks from Step Up that Cher sent are addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian, the Internet can't load the pictures,so I'll do it some other day, but meanwhile, I hope Inside Man's good. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116444870994727062?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116444870994727062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116444870994727062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116444870994727062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116444870994727062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/11/ouch-my-tummy-hurts-escape-theme-parks.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116408854950304135</id><published>2006-11-21T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T13:55:49.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here is what I found on the Internet, and thank God for Internet and Google. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia is the perception or complaint of inadequate or poor-quality sleep because of: difficulty falling asleep; waking up frequently during the night with difficulty returning to sleep; waking up too early in the morning and/or unrefreshing sleep.&lt;br /&gt;There are different types of insomnia, there's the short-term, transient, intermittent, and chronic insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;After looking through the description of each different type, most probably, I belong to the intermittent one.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I looking at all these data? Well, firstly, I've been having difficulty in falling asleep, it took me like about an hour to close my eyes and sleep, however, less than 45 minutes later, I wake up, sometimes due to noise, weird dreams or nothing at all. Imagine my frustration. After which, I can't sleep, and even if I do, I wake up again. Yesterday I woke up at 5plus am. This morning was at 6plus am. There's some improvement at least. I'm glad I've found some solutions, and I hope they do work- drinking a cup of warm milk and avoiding napping in the daytime.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry to my mummy and my sister, cos due to my irregular sleeping time, I get super cranky and extremely grumpy. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I wonder what I can do to pass the next few hours before I can get ready for my Diploma course later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's the bad side of my life, the good side is JON'S A'S ARE OFFICIALLY ENDING TODAYYY! ((:&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited for tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end off this post, this is how my daddy's new car look like with its black exterior and black leather seats. (: I've never been a huge fan of black, but in this case, black's the best. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7637/1424/320/388280/IMG_1248.jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116408854950304135?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116408854950304135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116408854950304135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116408854950304135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116408854950304135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/11/here-is-what-i-found-on-internet-and.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116393713003662650</id><published>2006-11-19T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T19:52:10.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hoped for a good week, and obviously things didn't go as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday itself, while I was watching AND enjoying Munich, my sister told me to pick up the phone as this certain man just called. And a very important one too. I answered the phone, and when I hung up, I called Cher, and Queens happened to be next to her. Guess what, I'm back to square one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; hate &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; being at crossroads, I hate to know that I've to choose. I was asked to leave, and now, I may get a chance to go back, &lt;strong&gt;after &lt;/strong&gt;I chose my path. I'm caught in a dilemma, I fought with Jon and my parents becauseI had to choose. And do you know what's the best part? IT'S NOT EVEN OFFICIAL YET. How nice, you called, and the next day, I can get my leaving cert, and my teachers have no idea what am I talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of this story. Unless I receive confirmation thatI may really get to return, I'll just concentrate what I LOVE doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was pretty good, Jon and I watched The First Daughter that Wednesday, and we enjoyed it quite a lot. (: On Thursday, I had dinner with Jon's family, and as usual, the dinner's delicious, we had err  .. baked pasta that's mixed with cheese, chicken and more chicken topped with fried cornflakes. After that, Jell-o! LOL. Good good. Throughout the dinner, the whole family telling jokes,andmostly, racist jokes. -.-" (: Now i know a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met GF on Friday to go shopping. She bought this Zaratop that says Shout As Loud As You Can. Haha, it's a nice tee. P/S: Anyone who sees a top that says I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND, please tell me alrighty? GF really wants that shirt. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;After meeting GF, I met Queena, wewent forThai Express, and shopped some more. I bought this necklace from Diva and to me, the 'pendent' is really really cute. LOL. It's red, and it's a boy and a girl kissing, I just think it's so sweet! Jon's mum think so too! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Thankgiving lunch on Saturday, yes, I know it's early. There was a roasted turkey bigger than a normal Mac's tray, baked potatoes, ham, pasta, salads, pumpkin soup, log cake and cream puffs! I ate like 2 servings and wanted to puke later. The result of greed. After the lunch, I went to see Jon ref, and guess who I saw?&lt;br /&gt;I saw THE EXTRME IRRITATING JIMMY WHOM IN A WAY IN MY OPINION CAUSED MI TO LOSE THE BASKETBALL CHAMPIONSHIP. Cher, he's still as fat, as irritating, as biased, as @#$#$&amp;%^*.&lt;br /&gt;I was like WHAT??&lt;br /&gt;The match Jon ref-ed for was this ang-moh team Sparks against a local team HaoYou. o.0&lt;br /&gt;There's an artiste playing for the local team, he's like tall and quite handsome too. (: Anyone knows Tay Ping Hui? Whee! But our local team wasn't that good, and hence, I won 6 kisses for guessing Sparks will win. They did, 80 plus points against 57 I think. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a good day. That's it, and I really hope next week will be a better one, and I certainly think so, I mean Jon, Shujian, Pok's A's are ending! ((: Good eh?&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy. &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116393713003662650?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116393713003662650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116393713003662650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116393713003662650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116393713003662650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-hoped-for-good-week-and-obviously.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116357902074337100</id><published>2006-11-15T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:23:40.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CONGRATULATIONS TO CHER FOR WINNING THE COMMONWEALTH ESSAY. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116357902074337100?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116357902074337100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116357902074337100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116357902074337100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116357902074337100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/11/congratulations-to-cher-for-winning.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116357815499251154</id><published>2006-11-15T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:09:18.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss my head-rest, Jon still refuse to return it to me. However, I've made it a point to take it back from him tomorrow when I go over to his house for dinner. Heh, Jell-o, here I come! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday..&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, oh, it's the day for me to present on *drumroll* CUTTING A CARROT! -.-"&lt;br /&gt;I lugged 2 bags and my own bag to Orchard Towers alone. In the 2 bags are all my materials necessary for the presentation later on.&lt;br /&gt;When class started, and the teacher was allocating who presents first and so on,I was so nervous. When the student bfore me didn't bring the materials, as I was second, my teacher asked me to present first, Iwas like WTHeck?&lt;br /&gt;I then took out all my materials and put them on the table, seriously, I felt so silly.&lt;br /&gt;When I opened up the exercise with my 'mummy', HAHA, the teacher said "excellent", very encouraging! After which, I continued, can you believe that when I was peeling the carrot, the carrot was trembling, and it was so obvious that my 'mummy' asked me to relax and really calm down, cos it actually affects my presentation.&lt;br /&gt;Well, after the entire thing, I felt so relieved, and extremely glad too cos I personally think I did well. (: LOL. Eh, my teacher said I answered her prayer and her questions. Whee. During the presentation, cameras flashed and for the first time in my life, I experienced- Tyra Banks walking along the red carpet, as I literally saw the flashes from the cameras. But, due to this, I giggled. -.-&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY WAS A GOOD DAY. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday..&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6 to call Jon,and at 8, his mum called, and at 9, I woke up to I've-no-idea-what, and finally, I woke up at 10plus.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a very good sleep. =/&lt;br /&gt;I then showered and got ready to go school for the SC meeting.&lt;br /&gt;The 43 bus uncle's face is super 'qian bian', not only did he asked me to put in 90cents even though I was obviously still a 'student', he behaved at one point, very weirdly towards a commuter. ARGH. &lt;br /&gt;It was all cleaning up and a very short meeting. As expected, it ended at 2, and by the time I reached home, it was 3. On the bus, I finished my Pringles Sour Cream &amp; Onion,alone. Ha, my marginal utility was very high. &lt;br /&gt;At home, I decided to dye my hair, and now my hair is of a light auburn brown shade. (: And while dyeing, I was watching Munich, IT'S A GOOD SHOW, what's more, there's subtitles this time. Thanks Cher. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;DIPLOMA DIPLOMA DIPLOMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday..&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to call Jon at 9, but I overslept. By the time I called him, it was already 10.19, we then talked and his mum asked me what doI want to eat, lol, my favourite dessert of Jell-o came immediately to my mind, and ta-da, I'm having it tomorrow. YES! I can't wait la. I then completed all the TAs I can do for my Diploma course which took about an hour, and as Jon's having his econs paper 1 &amp; 2, I filed my notes and everything else.Do you know that filing takes like an hour, and I'm having a very bad neck-ache now?? Phoosh. $%#@^&amp;amp; Well, at least seeing Jon later will make things so much better. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116357815499251154?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116357815499251154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116357815499251154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116357815499251154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116357815499251154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-miss-my-head-rest-jon-still-refuse.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116334399196501967</id><published>2006-11-12T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:06:31.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A quick update before leaving for dreamland and dar dar's phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, it was meeting Eunice.&lt;br /&gt;Next, it was 'Family Day' with Jon's family and Sister Annabelle's family.&lt;br /&gt;Today's church (Shauna is still a lovely angel), and tomorrow I will be going for my diploma course again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had a lot of fun when Eunice and I were catching up, there were simply too much to say, but so little time, but it was good enough that we were ableto meet. However, Jon and I quarrelled, and it was quite a bad one, &lt;em&gt;but things are fine now&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;That night, I met my family for dinner, it was fine, nothing special happened though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was err.. slightly not as enjoyable as I thought it would be as upon reaching Sentosa, within 45 minutes, it started to pour. =x And it continued to till the next morning, but we were lucky to have ponchos, and it kept all of us perfectly dry! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an SUPER earlythanksgiving mini-celebration today, the food is delicious yo. I had a lot ofservings. Yum, I'm still missing it! I reached home, (after eating more at my aunt's house), and went out soon after to buy my utensils for tomorrow's presentation. I'm supposed to get a small knife and sure enough, I got one! I got a knife for cutting steak. How brilliant right? I felt so cheated. But they cannot be blamed, I admit that it's my own ignorance. Ahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all, and wish me luck in getting a job! The ez-link fares are driving me nuts. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116334399196501967?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116334399196501967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116334399196501967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116334399196501967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116334399196501967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/11/quick-update-before-leaving-for.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116308945886752278</id><published>2006-11-10T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T00:24:18.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SOME PEOPLE. TSK TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I had a FANTASTIC TIME with my bestfriends. ((: It was great fun. We laughed, crapped and did what normal bestfriends would do.For example, squealing in the theatre cos of Mr Channing. Seriously, he's like so hot, and whenever he just stares right into your eyes, or rather lucky Jenna's eyes, you just die. So that means my heart must have stopped a few times throughout the movie. STEP UP IS A GOOD SHOW, WATCH IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new pouch, and new earrings. (: Nice nice, I like. LOL. We spent so much on food, and I've satisfied my craving of Tom Yam Talay. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I just wanted to blog about this beautiful day that I had enjoyed with the friends I love. &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116308945886752278?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116308945886752278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116308945886752278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116308945886752278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116308945886752278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/11/some-people.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116303847657828334</id><published>2006-11-09T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T10:14:36.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning to one and all! Well, it has been 5 days since I updated myself on this blog. (: Did you miss me? LOL. -.- Nah, I'm just joking, this blog is very useful for reminding me what have I done over the day/or the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've a short term memory, so I can't possibly emember what have I done clearly over the week, but there are 'highlights' of course. For example, I'VE COMPLETED MY PW. Like finally finally finally! ((: For the past10 months or so, we've been researching, collecting data, doing reports, and reheasing our OP. It was tough, but hey, we are over with it. LOL. sings* It's over it's over it's over! It's really a huge relief. (: I felt it the most whenver I've to rush for my Diploma after PW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since OP was on Tuesday, my group completed our finalised OP only one day before that. And immediately, I rushed home and changed out and went for my Diploma, it was very taxing on me, and since I couldn't stay for the entire rehearsal, I went home earlier and as a result, there were some changes made and I only knew about them when I reached home at 10.30, after which, at 11, I completed my PW, and copied my script from the paper to cue cards, I don't know why, but I only slept at 2.35. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OP was fine, I don't think I did very well, but I know that my group members did, especially Shereen, she did not make any errors except for the stumbling of one word when the timekeeper raised the 4-minutes signal.It's quite understandable actually. She was real calm, well, I screwed it up because the timekeeper raised the 4-minutes signal when I was just starting on my part, before that, itwas acually just the introduction. Well, my Q&amp;A was fine, and according to Cher, it wa short and sweet, so I must be ok yeah? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for myDiploma with Jon's company, thanks so much dearest. (: Itwas really very sweet of you to accompany me all the way up to Orchard Towers. &lt;33 And when class started, I made more new friends, and definitely, I felt extrememly light, I feel as if I've no burdens at all! TRUST ME. PW was really horrible, but hey, it's over, and of course, I've learnt some stuff. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my 1 year and 2 months with Jon. (: After going fo Queen's presentation which I felt was FANTASTIC, I went home and on the way, meet Jon. He gave me 2 surprises. Heh,one was that he cut his hair, and I think he looks really much more better and much more neter, and secondly, he bought me this head rest. Dar was so thoughful, he knows hat I always lie on the bed reading, and with this headrest, reading on the bed would be much more comfortable. Thank you honey. ILY. He came over to my house and we had lunch together,however, the next day, that is today, he's having his Accounts paper, so he had to go home early, but I'm glad that he still made an effort to meet me. (:&lt;br /&gt;Before I slept last night, I don't know why, but I missed him terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Queena threatened me! :( She said if I don't join them to watch Step Up together, she'll take away my Ji Hoon. Haha, and I'm going out with the girls later, and what am I doing right now? I'm colouring my hair! Hahahaha. In general, I think today'll will be a good day, cos I need not wake up ealry and my mum just told me that I can try working in the company she's working in, that is, the manager decides that it's fine to employ me, so people, pray for me! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;P/S:I'm using the adult fare today, and tomorrow and until . . . AHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116303847657828334?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116303847657828334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116303847657828334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116303847657828334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116303847657828334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/11/good-morning-to-one-and-all-well-it.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116263447352290679</id><published>2006-11-04T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T18:01:13.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's a very good day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister will be celebrating her 14th birthday today at home, and we'll have a good steamboat dinner with all my close relatives. I have no idea why, but I;m really excited, and I just checked my mail, and I read what Cher sent me, the videos of One Tree Hill, and Nathan's and Haley's love. They are oh-so-sweet! Thanks Cher! I pray for a guy as HOT asNathan and as charming as him too. Well, my dream came true, close, Jo-nathan. ((: HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back with my cousin from J8.It's been super duper uber long since I last went there, and I think it's a great place to go, with a GV theatre Sakae Sushi and my favourite Shilin Street Snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till all the relatives arrive, and we can start the dinner. Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/1600/04112006188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/04112006188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/1600/SP_A0996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/SP_A0996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/1600/SP_A0995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/SP_A0995.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/1600/04112006190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/04112006190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116263447352290679?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116263447352290679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116263447352290679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116263447352290679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116263447352290679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/11/todays-very-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116246196687571434</id><published>2006-11-02T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T18:06:06.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just browsing through MI Link for my class's fun shots, however I can't find them (GRR), but I found this. (: &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/1600/MY%20DARLING..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="246" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/MY%20DARLING..jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so proud of my boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116246196687571434?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116246196687571434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116246196687571434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116246196687571434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116246196687571434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-was-just-browsing-through-mi-link.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116245520951674591</id><published>2006-11-02T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T16:13:29.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yes, I promised pictures of Halloween, didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/1600/halloween6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/halloween6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/1600/halloween4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/halloween4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/1600/halloween1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/halloween1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/1600/halloween2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/halloween2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heh, enjoyed the pictures?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116245520951674591?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116245520951674591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116245520951674591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116245520951674591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116245520951674591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-yes-i-promised-pictures-of.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116245477389744826</id><published>2006-11-02T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T16:06:13.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I was walking back home today, I realise how beautiful Singapore is, and how grateful I am to be here. I'm thankful for my friends like Cher, Queen, Cheryl and my classmates. I know that without them, my life would become much plainer and duller. After all, there's the one who cheers me up whenever I fought with Jon, and one communicates with me with TEENY languyage (demostration will be shown below), one who tells me The Guardian is a love movie, and classmates who stood by me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'm blessed to have Jon in my life who makes me smile most of the time, and teaching me what is love, and how to become a better person. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, not forgetting the 3rd SC @ Bartley Campus, when I watched the Teachers' Day video, I can't help but tear,I know that they are the greatest bunch to work with, to bond with and to organise the best ever events with. After all, our objective before stepping down is to leave a legacy and I've no doubts that we've done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all the people whom I've mentioned here, and I'll miss you guys when I leave MI.&lt;br /&gt;Jo LOVES you. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Silly Things We Do During Lessons. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/thebullpoowedo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116245477389744826?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116245477389744826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116245477389744826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116245477389744826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116245477389744826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/11/as-i-was-walking-back-home-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116245375852061603</id><published>2006-11-02T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T15:49:18.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was generally a good day. Jon came over, and we spent some time together. There wasn't anything special except for the fact that my love for him is growing stronger by the day. I went to Compass Point to buy some stationary to prepare myself for my Diploma, and he went home. (: Completing PW is a chore, it's extremely taxing on my brain, well, at least it's almost the end, and it's better than the WR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, about my Diploma in Montessori Method.&lt;br /&gt;Mr course officially started on Halloween, the 31st of October, it's a 1 year course. When I was on my way home, I still can't beleive I've started the course. It came all too sudden. In fact, it was supposed to start on the 6th of November, but due to some misunderstandings and miscoimmunication, the dates are inaccurate. And, if I don't start on that day itself, I've to wait till next year, and judging by my character, I lack the patience to wait for a couple of months. So now, every Mondays and Tuesdays, from 6.30-9.30pm, I'll go for my Diploma course at Orchard Towers (which is damn far from the MRT station) .&lt;br /&gt;My first day was good. My senior who's supposed to take care of me, and to coach me is called Fatin. She's really sweet and friendly, and quite pretty too! She helped me whenever I've questions, and she's only 17! However, the sad thing is that she's going to graduate in 2 months tim. :(&lt;br /&gt;So anyone who wants to date me, make sure it's not a Monday or a Tuesday eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day.&lt;br /&gt;Five more days.&lt;br /&gt;Six more days..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116245375852061603?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116245375852061603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116245375852061603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116245375852061603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116245375852061603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/11/yesterday-was-generally-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116222516148430488</id><published>2006-10-30T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T00:19:21.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a long day I had today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met darling at 7.30 and had breakfast together, we then made our way to school later. =x I went for my PW,and he studied in the library, well, that was what I thought. [He played soccer after lunch and went gaming with Shujian and Iggy.] How disappointing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group will be rehearsing with the internal moderators tomorrow, and we are not exactly very prepared, so it's going to be RUSH RUSH RUSH for us till 9am. How exciting eh? Luckily, I personally feel that I'm all ready. How egoistic. LOL. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; randomly, the quote for the day is:&lt;br /&gt;"Millions saw the apple fall, but Newton was the one who asked why." -&lt;em&gt;Bernard Baruch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After PW which ended at about 3.30pm, Queena and I went to Orchard. We had LJS in Far East and we then proceeded to Orchard Towers so I can apply for the Diploma in Montessori Education. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally.&lt;br /&gt;I'm now a Modern Montessorian. LOL. I'm serious! And in the future, I may be known as Miss Peh. Miss Prim-and-Proper Peh. Alliteration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Sister Pongodi's house and made some 'phantoms' for Halloween, and at this point of time, Happy Halloween my dear friends! &lt;3 Pictures of the phantoms will be posted when I'm free-er. (:&lt;br /&gt;It's quite late now, so I think it's time for me to discuss with my mum about the Diploma and after doing so, it's ZZZ time. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm hungry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to eat my mashed potato.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I pray for low batt.HAHA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116222516148430488?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116222516148430488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116222516148430488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116222516148430488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116222516148430488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-long-day-i-had-today.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116205148945029343</id><published>2006-10-28T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T00:04:49.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, a very long day today, but a very good day. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early and prepared breakfast for Daddy and sister, and I ended up eating the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I met Crystal and had loads of fun with her. It's been so so long since we last met up. We met at Orchard and proceeded to Far East. At Far East, I got a shock. There were so many ghouls and weird-looking creatures around, but hey, it's Halloween! (: We took neos and ate chicken rice, and shared lots of stuff. Even thought we only spent about a couple of hours together, I really appreciate her company. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Jon later for the Halloween party held at church. It was really fun, we played a modified version of Twister, and musical chairs, and of course, the refreshments were good. We hd pizza, chips and drank Pepsi. We danced and I now have the Nokia Dying Ringtone in my cell. LOL. I's from Bryden. We had supper later at BK Borders. Jon and his friends were catching up and I'm so glad to see that he's enjoying himself. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what I said, it's a long day, but a very very good day. :)&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pictures yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/SP_A0954.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Crystal and I&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/SP_A0959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/SP_A0960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/SP_A0965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Halloween pictures @ Far East&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/SP_A0967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/SP_A0970.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Trisha the Witch and Me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/SP_A0975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Peachy and Jo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116205148945029343?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116205148945029343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116205148945029343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116205148945029343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116205148945029343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/10/wow-very-long-day-today-but-very-good.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116194261968383591</id><published>2006-10-27T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T17:50:19.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a very happy girl today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, my sister was so sweet towards me and we shared her lunch together. In addition, before she left the house, she gave me a peck on the cheek. &lt;3 What a darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon came over. ((:&lt;br /&gt;That's the highlight of today.&lt;br /&gt;When he asked for a cup of Ovaltine, I did more than that.&lt;br /&gt;I cooked French toast! (: It's really easy, just dip the pieces of bread into the eggs. However, what I found sweet about the whole cooking is that &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; did it. LOL. It was a success.Therefore, not only can I cook good instant noodles, I know how to cook French toast too! And I made two cups of Ovaltine, and ta-da, that's our tea for this afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how come I can actually feel as if I'm no longer important, and plus sometimes, I feel as if I no longer love him. This is all bullpoo. Why? Because whenever I look at darling, I know that I'm really so blessed to have him and that without him, my life would change a lot. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of updates for today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116194261968383591?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116194261968383591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116194261968383591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116194261968383591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116194261968383591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-very-happy-girl-today.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116187339146423726</id><published>2006-10-26T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T22:36:31.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just returned home from Sister Foo's house, and I had a fantastic time there.&lt;br /&gt;Children bring joy to the world, and of course, that is exactly what Shauna did today. She was so cheeky and laughed so much. In addition, her change from tears to laughter was the joke of the day. It was so immediate and instant! Well, this is another affirmation, in my opinion, that not appealing is really the right choice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blogging this afternoon, but the website was down.&lt;br /&gt;Argh, in sum, yesterday was a complete waste of our time. The Deeparaya celebrations was SO SO sian, and worse still, the emcee only used these few words, "marvellous attempt". WTH. What an irony. Attempt has a negative connotation and it was marvellous? -.- Seriously, the moment it was over, I was so happy. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quarrelled with Jon. He didn't want to send me to the bus stop outside, and I was pretty disappointed. And we argued. In the end, I left not smiling, ( even though he sent me out) and has a headache after that. :( Well, Cher my love advisor said, "at least he's studying!". True eh? Therefore, tolerance and understanding are my favourite words till the 21st Nov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kueh Syidah brought today tastes real good. The pineapple tarts and the little cookies that has cornflakes in them. They are my favourite yo! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what did we do today?&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;Well, Cher and I played Toki Toki Boom. She won like 3 out of 3 games. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Queen, Cher and I browsed through Friendster, played Bookworm, tied French braids, and attended Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fter school, Queen and I watched Sinking of Japan.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan, be proud of us, we RUSHED there.&lt;br /&gt;And there was this part where I kept laughing and laughing. Cos Queen whispered something to me, and it took me quite long to reply HUH, then both of us laughed. Soon, for don't know what reason, I started laughing, and it was so hard for me to contain my laughter. It happened during a really sad part where the lead actor left the lead actress. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate the people around you. (: This is what I learnt and I should practise what I preach. Love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116187339146423726?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116187339146423726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116187339146423726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116187339146423726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116187339146423726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-just-returned-home-from-sister-foos.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116169819044554665</id><published>2006-10-24T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T22:28:16.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was generally a GOOD day today. (:&lt;br /&gt;And seriously, I think I am having my 3rd recurrence of chicken pox. :( The 'rash' is so familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy woke us up, and thank goodness it was just a minute away from 9.15 which was the time I had intended to wake up, otherwise I'm pretty sure I will grumble. Because I charge my phone, I only saw the message Queen sent to me when I was already out. This was what she sent-"Jo,we meet at 12 k." -.- Haha. I still decided to go to the train station and I missed about 5 trains whilst reading my book. [Which I had completed!] I left Punggol at about 11.15 and I was still early. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soon met up with Queen,Cher and Benzi. We headed to Far East for some chicken rice. We didn't have a stomachache. LOL. We shopped,talked,ate,and &lt;strong&gt;chilled&lt;/strong&gt;. Queen bought new shoes! Then, we walked to Heeren! And I saw that my eye candy cut his hair! AHH. Afterwards, we then went to Cine, and there we bought our earrings. Butterflies! Haha. And I know what are the movies that we must catch! Happy Feet, Sinking of Japan and Blood Diamond. I can't wait. We then went back to Wisma, then Taka, and Cherhad to leave. Benzi, Queen and I had our dinner at Yoshinoya, and we chilled there! LOL. We played hangman, and for some reason, I felt nauseous all of a sudden.Next, it's Paragon, and Benzi then left to meet Cher.Queen and I then walked back to Far East. Ta-da, the secret to great legs. =x We walked the whole of town la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's back to pee-da-ber-dew. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ienjoyed the time I had with the girls and Benzi. &lt;3 Here are some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/IMG_1074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/IMG_1075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/IMG_1079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/IMG_1077.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/IMG_1082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/IMG_1089.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/IMG_1096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/IMG_1085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Enjoy them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116169819044554665?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116169819044554665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116169819044554665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116169819044554665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116169819044554665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-was-generally-good-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116160722591252075</id><published>2006-10-23T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T20:40:25.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My maid's (Auntie Lyn) cooking skills have improved so much! A couple of hours before dinner-time, I had half a bowl of instant noodles which I shared with darling. Then, I ate a whole plate of rice with my favourite dishes- broccoli, pig's kidney, and pomfret. ((: And now, I'm feeling so fat and I think I am getting there too. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towning tomorrow with the girls. Whee, I can't wait, but before anything, it's I&amp;R. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for Miss Ang and Mr Benny's gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Benny got me this book titled The Alchemist by Paul Coelho. I am pretty sure many might haveread this already. However, this is my first time reading this, and it is extremely inspiring. In addition, Mr Benny wrote some words in front and highlighted this phrase which I think I should share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it."&lt;br /&gt;This book has many quotes that I know will come in handy if I ever regret my choice that I made. But somehow, I think things will be just fine. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116160722591252075?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116160722591252075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116160722591252075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116160722591252075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116160722591252075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-maids-auntie-lyn-cooking-skills.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116160643561688538</id><published>2006-10-23T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T20:28:12.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures anyone? (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taken by Queena on her FABULOUS camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy them! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/1600/Hmm%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/Hmm%20040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vivo City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/1600/Hmm%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/Hmm%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We CHILLED with hot vanilla and chocolate and super sinful carrot cake from The Coffee Bean. Eat your hearts out yo.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/1600/Hmm%20036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/Hmm%20036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm on teebee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/1600/Hmm%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/Hmm%20034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's going to a war with no weapons except for his hair. OUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/1600/Hmm%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/Hmm%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh,on the bus! Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/1600/Hmm%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/Hmm%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/1600/Hmm%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/Hmm%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/1600/Hmm%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/Hmm%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/1600/Hmm%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/Hmm%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/1600/Hmm%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/Hmm%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Proudly presenting . . . Sheer Romance Bikinis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/1600/Hmm%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/Hmm%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girl and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/1600/Hmm%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/Hmm%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/1600/Hmm%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/Hmm%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sand. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/1600/Hmm%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/Hmm%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Believe it, it's Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/1600/Hmm%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/Hmm%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SILOSO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/1600/Hmm%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/Hmm%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jo the Lion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/1600/Hmm%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/Hmm%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The REAL mer'&lt;strong&gt;lion&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/1600/Hmm%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/Hmm%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Queen &amp; I &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/1600/Hmm%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/Hmm%20001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pride of our city. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116160643561688538?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116160643561688538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116160643561688538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116160643561688538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116160643561688538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/10/pictures-anyone-taken-by-queena-on-her.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116159838381303849</id><published>2006-10-23T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T18:13:03.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Pictures of the Orchid Ball as promised. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/1600/IMG_1030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/IMG_1030.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My date and I &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/IMG_1063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yours Truly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/IMG_1033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Astri, Joo Yeon, Joanne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/IMG_1044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Astri and I&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/IMG_1060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me me, and more me. Camwhore? =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/IMG_1065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now a picture of my darling. &lt;33&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7637/1424/320/IMG_1069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116159838381303849?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116159838381303849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116159838381303849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116159838381303849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116159838381303849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/10/pictures-of-orchid-ball-as-promised.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116151207501521946</id><published>2006-10-22T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T18:14:35.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I apologize for my previous posts. In my opinion, they were so depressing and extremely disorganized. So, here I go again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To Cher,Cheryl Ann,Queens-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I simply love you girls, and even though we cannot be in the new campus as the "4 princesses", it's a promise that we'll still study together eh? It's been really nice to have your advice, care and love. (: I really appreciate it and I know it is a blessing to have friends like all 3 of you. Love. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To Eunice-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Even though you weren't around physically, you still made things better by answering my calls and giving me all the support that I needed. You listened to me, and made me laugh. Remeber the "tou" joke? LOL. &lt;strong&gt;That&lt;/strong&gt; made my day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To Jon-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nothing can describe how glad and grateful I am to have you in my life. Without your support, I know that it'll be even harder for me to decide on my next step. I love you*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To all my friends especially BENZI (my math tutor), Abel and his friend, and the others including teachers-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thanks for ALL the help and invaluable advice! ((: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have decided on what is my next step. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And after 2 days of serious consideration, I've decided to retake my O's maths, and get at least an A2 (I promised dear) ,which I need Benzi's help, and during the 1 year, I'll still need to research on how much are the fees for the Montessori (a private childcare centre) diploma course or work to gain experience. And afterwards, if possible, mass comm or early childhood ed, and for the latter, it's possible to further in child psychology. ((: Sounds far-fetched? It's possible. I'm not going to let history repeat itself. Pray for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's a huge relief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And now, PW and Chinese. HERE I COME. Ahh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116151207501521946?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116151207501521946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116151207501521946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116151207501521946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116151207501521946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-apologize-for-my-previous-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116135655623064042</id><published>2006-10-20T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T23:02:36.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116135655623064042?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116135655623064042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116135655623064042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116135655623064042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116135655623064042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116135600002657864</id><published>2006-10-20T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T22:53:22.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These are the people who changed my world. In a better way.&lt;br /&gt;'I credit their positive traits to their race'. LOL. This statement is inspired by Scoop! (: So no offense please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon darling- For being there for me even thought it's only 11 days till his A's start. Thank you for taking time out to watch Scoop together and buying me that gorgerous dress and that lovely watch! I love you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice- Even though she wasn't with me today, she was there for me yesterday to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher- Pain goes away. (: This is comforting to me especially whenI thought the end is near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queens- For constantly telling me that things will be fine and that I'll have other options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd SC, especially Huiting and Isk- Huiting,for being such a sweetheart and cheering me up. (: I really appreciate it. And to Isk,for bringing me the toilet roll, I can't help but smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends who smiled and asked if I'm ok- I am glad that I've made friends like you guys and I know I'll miss you people. (that is ifI'm no longer in MI)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've calmed down a lot from this morning, I can't believe I actually cried for almost 4 hours, not continuous of course but I was really a mess this morning. But now I'm fine! (: I'll update more here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116135600002657864?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116135600002657864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116135600002657864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116135600002657864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116135600002657864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/10/these-are-people-who-changed-my-world.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116123016119406622</id><published>2006-10-19T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T11:56:01.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sentosa was &lt;strong&gt;GREAT&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of fun hanging out with my girlfriend Eunice and my 'Korean" friends namely Xiaou and Queena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the silly things we did-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;'Scuba-diving' (Live demostration if you ask me) (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting stung by goodness-knows-what. Here are our guesses-seaweed,a starfish, or the coarse sand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play-acting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;But of course, we have our sane side too! We went to Vivo City, and trust me, it's really a shopping paradise. It's HUGE HUGE HUGE. There's almost ever boutique/shop there, except for Mac's and KFC. -.- It's a good place to go. I had my first taste of carrot cake at Vivo City's The Coffee Bean. The cheese icing is very very delicious. Yummy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Words can't describe the fun we had from Sentosa to HarbourFront Centre to Vivo City. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So therefore, this short post, the pictures are with Queena, I'll upload them with the other pictures. Now,it's back to OP, which I don't know if I need to actually attend or not. So ya. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116123016119406622?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116123016119406622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116123016119406622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116123016119406622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116123016119406622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/10/sentosa-was-great-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116122867516895676</id><published>2006-10-19T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T11:31:15.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Choose the right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That is what I am supposed to be doing now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Should I continue or stop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What happens if I make the wrong decision?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What happens if I regret in future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And it's giving me a headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have no idea what's my next step.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116122867516895676?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116122867516895676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116122867516895676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116122867516895676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116122867516895676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/10/choose-right.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116099961696710646</id><published>2006-10-16T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T19:53:36.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To Jon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thank you for being there for me &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know I can count on you to lend me a shoulder to cry on because I am assured you'll &lt;strong&gt;CONSTANTLY&lt;/strong&gt;  be by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm glad and grateful that I have you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and most importantly, thank you for &lt;strong&gt;STAYING WITH ME&lt;/strong&gt; through all the bad times we had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Loves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116099961696710646?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116099961696710646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116099961696710646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116099961696710646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116099961696710646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-jon-thank-you-for-being-there-for.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395165.post-116099925678061283</id><published>2006-10-16T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T19:47:36.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The haze has reached 130.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My stomach hurts quite badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;PW WR is worrying me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hope OP and I&amp;R can go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I want to get a tan on Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I feel bad for sounding fierce and waking darling up. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can't upload my photos cos' my card-reader is with darling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395165-116099925678061283?l=whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/feeds/116099925678061283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395165&amp;postID=116099925678061283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116099925678061283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395165/posts/default/116099925678061283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitechocolateandme.blogspot.com/2006/10/haze-has-reached-130.html' title=''/><author><name>JOANNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188274087444311699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZPL_T8r_Br0/SZqDRIu546I/AAAAAAAAALQ/e29NwzmyJns/S220/DSC00350.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
