<?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-6068775761268060663</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:52:25.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hop Hop</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-2336440999791777040</id><published>2011-05-19T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T22:47:35.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For a better life ahead</title><content type='html'>Haven been updating much. so many things happened lately; gd and bad, i dunno where to start with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's start with why im updating again - i've too much to pour out and no where to put my thoughts. Twitter only allows 140words max and fb is just too "crowded"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll go to the gd thing.&lt;br /&gt;Benson got a job in a bank as Management Trainee. not bad. gd pay. we'll have better life. i cried a little, overjoyed with tears. Worried for the future, afraid of what is going to unveil when he gets wealthier. But overall, it's gd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the bad thing:&lt;br /&gt;Work sucks. i am put up for overseas training. i mean its good for me, the boss like you, gave you an opportunity to prove yourself when you are just a fresh grad and work less than a year in the company. i mean, its good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am so underpaid!!!! i feel horrible working there, seeing all my frens getting better pay than me. thou i must admit that what you get is how much you have to out in. i mean, i am allow to leave at 4pm everyday! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason i am feeling depressed at work - ALL my colleagues are leaving! Van is leaving; Eugene is also leaving after PB. This is so demoralizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I cant leave YET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i only work for one year. that's nt enough for a fresh grad to convince people that you can wk independently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, i have no confidence with myself yet. i thank SAFRA for taking me in, enable me to learn so much from them. I have two good bosses and one awesome colleague who taught me how to walk slowly. they never rush me, giving me ample time to earn, forgiving my mistakes more than once. But it's not time to run yet. i am not there yet. My boss used to guide me step by step, correcting even my emails for me. i am glad that im over that now. she only have to scan through the work and approve it. I am proud of that. but no, im not there yet. I need at least another half to one year to start running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna try bank marketing next. cooperate marketing or even do sales pitch. i wanna be stronger and be part of our better future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am looking forward to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'll write soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-2336440999791777040?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/2336440999791777040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=2336440999791777040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/2336440999791777040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/2336440999791777040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2011/05/for-better-life-ahead.html' title='For a better life ahead'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-7250011800590941512</id><published>2010-11-18T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T21:56:34.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishlist . . .</title><content type='html'>It's DECEMBER SOOOOOON!!!! WOOHOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWS AWS AWS AWS!!!!!!! HEHEHEHEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the extra $$, i would like to:&lt;br /&gt;1) give a nice treatment for my hair&lt;br /&gt;2) get a new watch&lt;br /&gt;3) get a new wallet&lt;br /&gt;4) get something for benson&lt;br /&gt;5) give my daddy more $$&lt;br /&gt;6) spend one day max with BENSON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehehe. MERRRYY MERRYYYY AWS XMAS!!!!!! HOHOHOHOHOHO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-7250011800590941512?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/7250011800590941512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=7250011800590941512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/7250011800590941512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/7250011800590941512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2010/11/wishlist.html' title='Wishlist . . .'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-7594252189756535446</id><published>2010-10-09T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T00:51:17.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FML</title><content type='html'>When you have to party for the sake of socializing, to drink in favor of your career, to smile even when it's not funny; partying is like an OT after working hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, that's what im feeling right now. And i feel like dying. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why an't i just spend Friday night in Night Safari with DBS? or just have a simple dinner wit BEnson? and i miss benson so much already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so difficult, i think im not the cut for all these business. I am seriously considering to be a teacher. it would be so much simpler to be facing the kids. at least i dun have to go around getting branded bags to be same as the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighed. i guess that's life and FML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-7594252189756535446?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/7594252189756535446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=7594252189756535446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/7594252189756535446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/7594252189756535446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2010/10/fml.html' title='FML'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-4866850082419194992</id><published>2010-08-20T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T00:07:34.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so easy to please</title><content type='html'>HELLOO PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning my SKYDIVING trip!!! Thinking about Gold Coast! There's beach, nice view! But that will most prob happen only next March cos the Summer only ends in Feb! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i can't wait already! I feel like jumping from 12000 feets RIGHT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who know me know that I dun just blah blah blah what I wanna do! I want it; i work for it; I get what i want - ALWAYS! And what i want is simple! A LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS; I always thought I'll be happy if we get a house, get marry, settle down. I guess I was wrong cos you have no idea HOW relieve I was when I saw the letter which goes ..." as your queue no is more than 300%....., sorry...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH I GO LIKE HENNNNGGG AHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess i'm not ready yet! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-4866850082419194992?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/4866850082419194992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=4866850082419194992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/4866850082419194992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/4866850082419194992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-so-easy-to-please.html' title='Not so easy to please'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-3681521797736770105</id><published>2010-07-10T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T01:24:22.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they were right</title><content type='html'>i think my ex-bosses were right, i love working. not exactly workaholic, but i love to work,on the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few days ago, my colleagues brought me to the event room and said, here see, your first piece of poster, the one that you designed, is up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, my boss brought me to the hall and we stood there,examining my first creation, promotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, i went meeting with the CEO and Directors and gave my first real presentation in front of the big shots. it wasn't really fantastic performance but i was complimented for my courage to actually dare to voice my suggestions! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i come back from holiday, im going to hold a 3hrs marathon event by myself, farm the beginning till the end. 5-9pm. BY MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more honeymoon period, no more blur rongrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt accomplishment in my job.&lt;br /&gt;I love what i am doing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-3681521797736770105?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/3681521797736770105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=3681521797736770105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/3681521797736770105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/3681521797736770105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2010/07/they-were-right.html' title='they were right'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-2165026595715184203</id><published>2010-07-07T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T00:19:56.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is so beautiful, death is envied and took it away.</title><content type='html'>Life is so beautiful, death is envied and took it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accepting death is like something we learned the hard way. When i was little, while every other kids were having fun, i already learned that life is very unpredictable. This min you could be cloud nine. Next, something fugging devastating happened and your world turned upside down. I learned it when i was 4. It always happened one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moment, i could be playing happily with my brother and next, we could knocked on the vase and suddenly, you would be crying and crying cos you just got a beating from your mum. When i was little, somehow i already know that that's part of life. So whenever something happened, i told myself that this is just another moment where your world is ruined. but it's only a temporary thing. So when you feel like giving up, you just keep drilling to yourself that it's not the way to solve the problem. Applying a permanent solution to a temporary problem is not the way to solve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i hate people who kill themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if death took it away from you unwillingly? A 22 yr life is a short life. It's upsetting to hear this. I've got nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i can't believe that i was actually gonna work when i am typing this (12.16am). but that's partly cos i love my job. but seriously, life is too short to love your job only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a tattoo that tells me that life is just life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-2165026595715184203?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/2165026595715184203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=2165026595715184203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/2165026595715184203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/2165026595715184203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-is-so-beautiful-death-is-envied.html' title='Life is so beautiful, death is envied and took it away.'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-5624243518573366660</id><published>2010-06-16T22:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T23:07:59.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY3</title><content type='html'>DAY3 of work, i took half day! hahahhaha. cos i've been having throat infection since last week and boss wasn't back, so they let me off early since I have MC too. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can already see, my workplace environment is GOOD. In fact, we even have house - like secondary school type where organisation split into 4 houses and every month we have competition to score points for your house. LOL. fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a good place to work. people are friendly. my bosses are really nice. Lady boss even drove us home everyday since she lives in Newton - 15mins away from me! hahahaha. I love my boss. We dun have to reach on time, usuallly 930 but we can still leave on time. sometimes, we have to run around different branches and we can even knock off early like 4pm! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job is fun. I can learn alot. ALOT ALOT from my lady boss and boss. They are really nice. Realised tha ti'm really green. Need alot of guidance and this is really agood place to start with. And this job is able to help me to learn alot. From Marcom to CRM to Operation. Hope to work there for at least 2years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not talking about the benefits - very good, the place is great! As much as i hate the "service" that I'm marketing, i must say its an area which one can learn alot. HAHA. And today, a "victim" from the service told me that he dun hate us cos of our job! hahahaha. felt so much better! But still, i m going to eat veggie every 1st and 15th of the lunar month! and donate $100 to charity every month! I need to cleanse my filthy soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and all, I LOVE MY JOB! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-5624243518573366660?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5624243518573366660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=5624243518573366660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/5624243518573366660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/5624243518573366660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2010/06/day3.html' title='DAY3'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-5558336897493784605</id><published>2010-06-09T23:14:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T23:51:50.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2days more to World Cup and Benson's Holiday!</title><content type='html'>I just got a job! woohoo! okay, im not that excited really ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benson's holiday start next week and my wk is going to start next week! so sad. sigh, like what benson said, welcome to adulthood! no more holidays, no more free and easy travel as you like, NO MORE ALLOWANCE! );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly life has been fairly good to me. not exactly fabulous kind of life but life gave me the world's best parents, who always support whatever i do. they are so loved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having look for job for the past two weeks, is tough. I struggled between money and what i really wanted to do. It's like a struggle between interest and money. A fren introduced me a job that is is considered high pay, but i dun think i like the job scope. den i was offered a job that's kinda interesting but the money is not as good. Well, guess what? i settled on the lower pay one! hahahaha. i am surprise too! hahaha. but i know myself too well, i'll become miserable if im stuck in a job i hate. den i become grumpy, den i quit within 3months! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all and all, as long as its not sales job, i dun really mind so much! haha. I HATE SALES JOB! I hate standing 12hrs a day. I hate smiling at people i hate. I hate repeating a fugging million times the same things a day. I HATE ALL OF IT. I hate hard earn money. it makes my life miserable and like fuck up tire and shit. okay, you get how much i hate them hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's a reason contribute to the fact tht i did not go for stewardess too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people think that i did not go for it cos benson do not allow me too. well, i dun deny that. but like i said, i know myself too well, i am not that kind of independent woman who can do without love. i can't. i like normal life, that i can see and be with my love everyday. and how many cases are there where people break up becos of distance? well, of cos there's exceptional, but am i really willing to risk it? and com'on, we know benson is so handsome. hahaha. den yes, he's worth it, only did he went to his internship company did we know what do others means " you got a big fish, good catch." the money is GOOD. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My company is good, benefits are good, pay is so so. But still, overall is good. I have not started yet so i couldn't comment too much, but still, let's hope for the best. But benson has been corrupting my mind with all the politics! haha. like "oi she's ur competitor man." hahaha. i dun blame him, i get too naive sometimes and this is not the right time to be naive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-5558336897493784605?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5558336897493784605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=5558336897493784605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/5558336897493784605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/5558336897493784605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2010/06/2days-more-to-world-cup-and-bensons.html' title='2days more to World Cup and Benson&apos;s Holiday!'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-6346073194708320164</id><published>2010-05-02T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T22:30:10.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUGS</title><content type='html'>I love my boss. She's so nice! She's looking out for jobs for me! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, she is more anxious about me finding a suitable job. She's sososososo nice! She went to her SMU job portal to look for jobs and sent me her resume for reference (but she forgot to click send).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its probably has sth to do with her age. She's just a year older! HAHA. Anyhow, i told her that i will be working one of the weekend even after i found a full time job. Cos this job is too gd! LOL. in fact, i love my job! It's meaningful. Especially when the parents reflect back to us that the enrichment class is helping the child. The child has improved etc etc etc. And i love the kids! they are FUNNY! And im actually well known for " i talked to that young\girl with big eye" hahahaha! and everybody will know it's me in all 6 branches! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like doing something good. It's so much better den selling a bag that cost 2k. it's like - walao u know that all these bags don't even worth that much and people are just buying cos of the brand. it's really stupid and meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But too bad, full time there only requires O level and the pay is too little. So i should go find some job that's meaningful and pay more! HMPF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, back to the notes and start study! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-6346073194708320164?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6346073194708320164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=6346073194708320164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/6346073194708320164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/6346073194708320164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2010/05/hugs.html' title='HUGS'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-1732686524850470635</id><published>2010-04-29T18:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T14:09:36.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forward</title><content type='html'>Mum, dad and sis are going to Shanghai in June for 10days. Bro will be in camp most of the days. I'll be home alone! I can totally predict myself dying of hunger at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird isn't it? That im not going with them! Cos i dun want waste my time! Benson will make me go back with him AGAIN! he always do that! Yes! He is going to make me go back to BKK again with him soon ever since he heard how much fun i had last yr with Dai and Siew! and i got this feeling he's gg to make me go HK and TW again for the 5th,6th and countless time! So now, i make it a point that i should bring him everywhere i go! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum asked benson to stay with me when they not at home. i told them NO! walao! benson is a clean freak can?! And im totally a mess! Just like my bro says: "later he sees the ugly truth and dump er jie ahhhhh" HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-1732686524850470635?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1732686524850470635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=1732686524850470635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/1732686524850470635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/1732686524850470635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2010/04/forward.html' title='Forward'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-6837556432399731855</id><published>2010-04-07T00:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T01:01:57.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PADI CERT</title><content type='html'>some people live to dream.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's too short to just to dream.&lt;br /&gt;I make them happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after 6 years of thinking and thinking and thinking, I am finally going to learn diving! Been dreaming about it since 17!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Even if it cost $900 to learn diving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chosen Bali instead of Tioman. Bali is a better place with shopping and nightlife. Tioman would just be like Redang, lights out after 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream is to swim passa shark! and to dive in the Great Reef! Ohhh i love the fishes! And I love the water! I love the sun! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benson is going with me. Yes. He has no opinion in it. If you ask me what's the luckiest thing that happen in my life, that would be Benson. He's a simple person who always give in to me. Whatever I like is whatever he likes too! SERIOUSLY! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whatever he likes, is whatever i want to do too! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just fortunate to have a great bf, bestest friend as my lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh. lucky me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still have 1000 dreams to fulfil; together with Benson&lt;br /&gt;HELLO LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ♥ YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-6837556432399731855?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6837556432399731855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=6837556432399731855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/6837556432399731855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/6837556432399731855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2010/04/padi-cert.html' title='PADI CERT'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-149870110968961031</id><published>2010-03-31T23:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:45:41.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight i'm fight till we see the sunlight</title><content type='html'>Oh please, dun tell me you like me in facebook, in front of 30 common contacts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cant believe you still remember every details of the day we first met! I'm in shock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got my first love letter! that has never happen to me in my ahem*18 yr* life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-149870110968961031?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/149870110968961031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=149870110968961031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/149870110968961031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/149870110968961031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2010/03/tonight-im-fight-till-we-see-sunlight.html' title='Tonight i&apos;m fight till we see the sunlight'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-6707931122198465223</id><published>2010-03-14T09:22:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T10:32:48.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's the factttt!</title><content type='html'>Speaking of which I haven been visiting my NAC frenz for 3 months previously, I realised that many things have changed since I left the place! Oh god it's damn happening lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person get tgt with that person and broke up with the bf to get with this and that person! LOL. Gossip. One bad thing about that place is that it has too much gossip around. I am quite happy that I left early actually. One of my friends who couldn't stand the gossip left the place after 2months! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that i realised is the fact that after you go out to work, you seriously MIGHT find someone else better! LOL. Well, or maybe it just got to do with the industry you are in. If you wanna to find a bf/gf, go for the retail. You meet SOSOSOSOSO many people, you dunno where to start to choose. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then those quiet quiet type get involve with everyone secretly and in the end hooked up the most perfect one. Then those who flirt around with EVERY GUY openly end up still single after all! Hmmm. Kayz. It's the quiet quite one we need to be awared of! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not me lah! I'm the noisy noisy one who always MIA after work. I'm your best friend only for that few working hours! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that Benson is receiving alot of smses from girls at his attachment place? SICKENING! But benson quite honest! HAHAHA cos sometimes, you wun be able to see whether that is a girl or guy's sms and Benson would dumbly confessed it's a girl and we'l; start a row of jealousy fight! HAHA. YAH! I CHECKED HIS SMS EVERYDAY! HOHO. i proud to said that ok! And of cos he cannot check mine lah! How can he not trust me? HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, enough of my morning craziness, LOG OUT FROM FB! Stop kpo-ing! im at my work place and I need to go study! (my manger approve!) HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: speaking of work, it's taking me MONTHS to complete my resume! And when people asked what I wanna be when i graduate, I'll say I have no idea yet. But i think now I know! I wanna do nothing. You know, like just slack around. HAHA. but too bad, my life isn't that good. i have to WORK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-6707931122198465223?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6707931122198465223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=6707931122198465223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/6707931122198465223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/6707931122198465223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2010/03/thats-factttt.html' title='That&apos;s the factttt!'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-4276749152793272014</id><published>2010-03-04T00:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T00:56:59.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mystery</title><content type='html'>one more month to the day we met.&lt;br /&gt;two more months to the day we got together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year I will ask Benson the same question: " did you know that I was looking at you in the train?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always give the same answer: "yes. it's so obvious, your head is turning 360. LOLx"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den i will ask him was he noticing me too and he would become SO SO SO SO SHY! HAHAHA. and he will stop talking, joking or whatever he is doing, trying to be funny or what-so-ever. LOL. Just like the way he always get really embarrassed when i tried to repeat the first sms he sent to me. HAHA. I think he did noticed me. But he is not very good at expressing. you know? HE JUST GET SO SHY EVERYTIME. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to 3years people! And it's something I'll never solve. Hmpf!&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/6068775761268060663-4276749152793272014?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/4276749152793272014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=4276749152793272014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/4276749152793272014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/4276749152793272014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2010/03/mystery.html' title='mystery'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-5901760137567667534</id><published>2010-03-03T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T01:07:19.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REMEDY!</title><content type='html'>At this rate, I'll be able save at least $2.5k for my Hokkaido Trip in Dec! SNOW SNOW! WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's actually some advantages when it comes to exam period. Cos you are so focused in study, you stay home all day, stop spending but dad still gives allowance. LOL. Awesome. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Hokkaido! Sorry Benson, I couldn't wait for you! You are too broke baby! LOl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-5901760137567667534?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5901760137567667534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=5901760137567667534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/5901760137567667534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/5901760137567667534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2010/03/remedy.html' title='REMEDY!'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-1435363189367555338</id><published>2010-02-21T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T23:59:07.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch my hands</title><content type='html'>Iris called. Screaming at me. "YOU si char bo never ever contact me! Always i call you first!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention we were once closest colleague of all time? We clicked almost immediately. Like we only talked 2mins and we are best friends already. Well, same thing goes to Ryann and others. And i realised that's I'm like. I tried to quit NAC, Ryann and Angel asked me to stay. Work once a week will do. Or once a month. As long as I am still wking there, we're still in touch. I told them i'll look for them even when I'm gone. I'm gone for 2months. And i haven been visiting them till Ryann contact me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bad habit. I'm changing friends like changing clothes. It's a bad thing. I dun like it. I like the fact that I have 5 best friends who we've been friends for more than 10 yrs. Or maybe i am so used to ever changing environment, i hop in and get out easily and quickly. No, this wouldn't do. there's people i care for. Like Y,F,T.S,Dai,Sha,Yvo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that just cos you are not missing someone, doesn't mean that the person is not missing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk is cheap. Benson is so used to my sweet talk - like a jerk. My mum knows it. My dad ignore my promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i always end my conversation with "we should get tgt soon" with no intention. Like something taught socially.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-1435363189367555338?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1435363189367555338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=1435363189367555338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/1435363189367555338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/1435363189367555338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2010/02/touch-my-hands.html' title='Touch my hands'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-8866592319931394664</id><published>2010-02-19T20:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T20:05:17.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG TIME NO SEE</title><content type='html'>I haven seen Ryann for more than 2 months! Every since I quit LV ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn bloody sad.&lt;br /&gt;Let's go LV next week and find HIM!!!!!!! WOOHOO! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bloody good bud! HOHOHO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-8866592319931394664?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/8866592319931394664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=8866592319931394664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/8866592319931394664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/8866592319931394664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2010/02/long-time-no-see.html' title='LONG TIME NO SEE'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-7926700904585267133</id><published>2010-02-14T02:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T02:40:25.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again</title><content type='html'>Happyyyy CNY People!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are back to square one. Damn. After CNY will be exam. Which means I'll be graduating in June. Sigh. Now we are back to "what should I do when i grow up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going air stewardess. My fren who just got in was pretty encouraging. But friends who working inside now was pretty happy that their bond is up soon and they are going to quit. SIGH! One would definitely would like to try. But seriously, my fren who just got in, JUST BROKE UP WITH HER BF. And that is the last thing I want anything like that to happen to me. No, I'll not give up anything for Benson. And imagining me going to places without Benson is quite torturing. Thinking how the days I worked in LV - resulting our the time spend together to decrease and the fact that we weren't that close was unbearable. Nothing will be fun without Benson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, think about it, after two years of working as cabin crew, the only experience you gained is waitress-ing. And i have other dreams. I still want to get my Master. Hopefully in NTU. So i am pretty stuck. Should i even go for the interview? What if i got in? Though i am pretty sure - 70% sure - that i WON'T get in! HAHAHAHA. But what if luck is on my side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun think i can take the hardship. It's not a easy job u know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now we are back to square one!&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/6068775761268060663-7926700904585267133?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/7926700904585267133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=7926700904585267133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/7926700904585267133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/7926700904585267133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2010/02/once-again.html' title='Once again'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-1069438843817930489</id><published>2010-02-11T11:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:06:54.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Then we'll run</title><content type='html'>I had a nightmare. It's awful. Those kind which makes you feel worthless when you wake up. And sadly, it reflects the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt about my result.&lt;br /&gt;It's like a O level exam.&lt;br /&gt;I got a 60%-70% in average for all my subjects. And I'm quite happy with it. Really satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;Then Benson appeared. He showed me his result. And he was quite disappointed with his result although he got all As. Cos he got 99/100 for one of the subject. He's just disappointed with the one lost mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, this is the kinda dream that's worst. Like it's possible to be on the same level as him. If i ever work hard enough to hit 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; upper, that's the only motivation behind it, to live up with Benson's expectation, to be good enough to be his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's a good thing that I'm always the demanding one cos Benson never ask for anything too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes,we looked happy on the photos but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what everyone look in the photos. You have no idea what's going on behind those smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-1069438843817930489?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1069438843817930489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=1069438843817930489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/1069438843817930489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/1069438843817930489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2010/02/then-well-run.html' title='Then we&apos;ll run'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-2861226218703117700</id><published>2010-01-26T12:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T12:48:35.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smile, say hey!</title><content type='html'>Two songs settle for my wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1) SIMLE - UNCLE KRACKER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're better then the best&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky just to linger in your light&lt;br /&gt;Cooler then the flip side of my pillow, that's right&lt;br /&gt;Completely unaware&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can compare to where you send me,&lt;br /&gt;Lets me know that it's ok, yeah it's ok&lt;br /&gt;And the moments where my good times start to fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Fall out of bed, sing like bird&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy in my head, spin like a record&lt;br /&gt;Crazy on a Sunday night&lt;br /&gt;You make me dance like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Forget how to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Shine like gold, buzz like a bee&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you come along&lt;br /&gt;Just like a flower poking the sidewalk crack and just like that&lt;br /&gt;You steal away the rain and just like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how I lived without you&lt;br /&gt;Cuz everytime that I get around you&lt;br /&gt;I see the best of me inside your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile&lt;br /&gt;You make me dance like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Forget how to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Shine like gold, buzz like a bee&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) SAY HEY - Michael Franti &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My momma told me don’t lose you&lt;br /&gt;Cause the best luck I had was you&lt;br /&gt;And I know one thing that I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentiavitely set in 2012. Applying HDB next year! HOHO. It takes at least 30 mins to fill up the application form! zzZzzzZzz&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/6068775761268060663-2861226218703117700?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/2861226218703117700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=2861226218703117700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/2861226218703117700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/2861226218703117700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2010/01/smile-say-hey.html' title='smile, say hey!'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-7907477676885433960</id><published>2010-01-14T01:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T13:48:00.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's why we need courage</title><content type='html'>Timing is one thing, courage is another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years back, before Benson and me know each other, I like a guy. We met a few times but he did not initiate. I make my move first (like usual) but I dun hear anything from him. So we let things off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few years, we met on the street. We chatted. And he told me that he saw my facebook and was aware that I'm attach. He asked how long we are tgt. I told him around 2.5yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can practically see the disappointment in his face. He was like: " it's about the time we met?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "yes. around that time. We lost contact , didn't we?"&lt;br /&gt;And I felt like adding, " you didn't do anything, you lost the chance. Now I'm attach (happily). Too bad for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are we waiting for? Grab it before it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benson trust me. but God is testing my faithfulness. God's wasting his time. I'm true to one.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime I might waver. But you have to give Benson some credit for the trust he had on you. And the way he handled situation. He dun scream or shout. Give him the credit for his coolness. And you just dun have the heart to hurt him. He just dun deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come what may.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-7907477676885433960?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/7907477676885433960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=7907477676885433960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/7907477676885433960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/7907477676885433960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2010/01/thats-why-we-need-courage.html' title='that&apos;s why we need courage'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-544942641033707062</id><published>2010-01-12T10:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T10:47:35.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>messed up</title><content type='html'>cause when your heart messed with mine, I feel so alive.&lt;br /&gt;and guilt struck up&lt;br /&gt;that's when I start comparing&lt;br /&gt;and Benson stands up.&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's quit this dangerous affair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-544942641033707062?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/544942641033707062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=544942641033707062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/544942641033707062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/544942641033707062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2010/01/messed-up.html' title='messed up'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-672016059544502105</id><published>2009-12-29T01:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T01:10:52.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that month of the yr</title><content type='html'>It's the month of the year already! The month where you have to go out with your bf's frens. Tire one lor. LOL. Benson's frenz all happen to share same birthday month. LOL. All Jan's babies! Funny how LIFE play with people's fate. Some are so rich while my Ben's so poor. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the worst part. It's the part where you have to act like u are comfortable with his frenz that is hard. TIRE LOR! He knows i dun really enjoy myself. "it's pretty obvious" he said. SERIOUSLY la! They all SO CLEVER CAN!!! Though not those "eat potatoes" one, english fi-lifa-la type BUT STILL!!!!! TIRE ONE CANNNN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-672016059544502105?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/672016059544502105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=672016059544502105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/672016059544502105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/672016059544502105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-that-month-of-yr.html' title='It&apos;s that month of the yr'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-7138209440022611182</id><published>2009-12-23T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T01:01:43.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicated</title><content type='html'>Ryan and RR is best friend in just 2 weeks! In fact, we are best frenz since first day of work! LOl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone think we have "one leg" LOLx. I declared i am a engaged woman to shut people up. LOL. TOO BAD. Seriously lah. Guy and gal cannot fren meh? We bro lehhhh! Rumours all around like siaoz. Crazy. Like I have already said I am engaged riiiggghttt?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan might look flirty, but he is a nice guy. It's those who look decent that is the real bastard. Some guy asked you out, hold your hand, kissed you and then tell u "we should slow down" after 2weeks. Crazy fucker. DAMN DL for my frenz. Seriously, slap your bloody mouth lo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-7138209440022611182?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/7138209440022611182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=7138209440022611182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/7138209440022611182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/7138209440022611182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/12/complicated.html' title='Complicated'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-2166302631131971295</id><published>2009-12-15T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T00:27:46.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooner or later we gotta choose</title><content type='html'>I was stuck btw my sales job and my tuition job. But i gave up my sales job cos of:&lt;br /&gt;1) they want me to wk 3days a week, including one weekend but my tuition want me to wk on weekends also&lt;br /&gt;2) the sales job needa stand&lt;br /&gt;3) the tuition job standard deduction of cpf is only $99. but another job deduct 20%&lt;br /&gt;4) tuition job can work one or two days only but sales cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of cos, there's are other things like my frens in sales which makes me reluctant to quit the job! and it's prospect in future career advancement is quite attractive too. BUT I seriously couldn't cope in between three things at a time. Sales, EA and school. School being the most impt cos my future lies with it. SIGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-2166302631131971295?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/2166302631131971295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=2166302631131971295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/2166302631131971295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/2166302631131971295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/12/sooner-or-later-we-gotta-choose.html' title='Sooner or later we gotta choose'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-1777697062231657854</id><published>2009-12-09T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T00:53:26.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MONEY HARD TO EARN LAHHH!</title><content type='html'>Working in retail line makes you want to study hard so as to get out of this fucking line asap. LOL. It's hell. And dun tell me about it. I kinda forget why did I study so hard for my O level until now. Cos after my "N", I went to wk as sales for about 2months while waiting for my result. And it was then I realise the true meaning of "money hard to earn". Seriously hate facing the customers. DAMN THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2days, I decided to stick to my tuition center job. LOL. in fact, I've never give up on tt job at all before. Cos it's so goooodd money. WAHAHAHA. But i was thinking about taking both job previously. Like weekdays and weekend evenly. But now, I think i'll just stick to the easier one. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, my tuition centre colleague is actually VERY NICE. she's just serious in her work. LOL. I dun hate her anymore. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know what I want to do alreadyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm so bony, I hurt my hand when it knock onto my hip bone. LOL. PAIN LAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-1777697062231657854?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1777697062231657854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=1777697062231657854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/1777697062231657854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/1777697062231657854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/12/money-hard-to-earn-lahhh.html' title='MONEY HARD TO EARN LAHHH!'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-1093771106356458723</id><published>2009-11-17T12:24:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T13:00:49.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plaannnnsss! It's gonna be damn long</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am planning to change job. I might be! LOLX. As i have mentioned, my current company is REALLY REALLY POLITIC! LOLx. Here's one example. Okay, i know i could be a bit imperfect for my work and messy. As in, I dun put the right thing back to the right places. BUT STILL, i didn't do anything wrong?! NO MISTAKE IN ANY WORK! BUT SEE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SwIsPLsD62I/AAAAAAAAAUA/TotgVoxkTxw/s1600/Image158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404931142145272674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SwIsPLsD62I/AAAAAAAAAUA/TotgVoxkTxw/s200/Image158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pic is purposely blurred. It's not nice to show company's stuff online!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some bitch actually took a photo of whatever that i did not place properly back to the original place in the communication book! OH GOD! For all you know, the book is sth EVERYONE - including the branch director to read! So now everyone thinks that I am not doing my work! I ought to be mad but I couldn't help but burst into laughter! HAHAHAHA. I told Benson and he was like: "wah she damn you xing hor". I told Y.F.T and they were telling me that I am damn nice cos anybody will be pissed by this. But seriously, dun you think its abit FUNNY? HAHAHAHA. She actually DEVELOPED the photo costing 50cents each! (she developed 2). IT'S SO SO SO FUNNY!!!!!! She could print out from PC you know! HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But seriously, I dun hate her. HAHA! She is old. 50 yrs old woman and her youngest daughter is only 13. She needs the job badly. My vERY POLITIC fren once told me suddenly that aunty like her needs to use different method to clinch on to their job cos unlike us, the youngster, they dun get job opportunity as easy. Then she starts telling me about her good old times. Now, she could only stay at the same job for as many years as possible. And she has been there for 9yrs! LOLx. HER NAME STINKS LIKE FUCK EVERYWHERE I GO! And the easiest way to show your capability is by pin pointing at other people's mistake. And that branch wasn't doing well. So she really needs to work on whatever she can find. She managed to kick one guy out. LOLX. Good for her. I'm thinking whether i should stay cos I got another same pay job but its retail. SO YOU HAVE TO STAND! LOLX. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most prob wun quit this job cos its an easy job. I think I'll just tolerate her till March, before going to exam. LOLX. Bless me till then! It's only 12 weekends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: it's my first day of work in LV Nee Ann City next week! Do drop by to say HELLO if you see me inside. HEHEHE. I'll there for most of the Dec month! OOOoooHHHHhh. I'm so excited. And I just got back from training!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-1093771106356458723?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1093771106356458723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=1093771106356458723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/1093771106356458723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/1093771106356458723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/plaannnnsss-its-gonna-be-damn-long.html' title='Plaannnnsss! It&apos;s gonna be damn long'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SwIsPLsD62I/AAAAAAAAAUA/TotgVoxkTxw/s72-c/Image158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-4237810715240201339</id><published>2009-11-12T00:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T01:11:35.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When we grow up</title><content type='html'>R&amp;amp;B is going to turn 3yrs soon. But I am not really looking forward to it cos people have been telling me all sorts of stories about the quarrels and fights that usually start to increase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can feel the heat already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing i learn so far is that we tend to cry lesser as we grow up. When I was 16, I really cry to sleep - uncontrollably - if I fight with my boyfriend. But now, I might still cry but its like I can actually control it. Like a tap. I turn on and turn it off as and when I like. Most of the time I like to cry in front of Ben so that HE KNOWS i am crying. LOL! BUt i used to cry in secret cos i tot crying shows that you are weak. But of cos now as we learnt the true meaning of "tears are women's weapon", we must not waste it. WAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all it all comes down into one reason - we are so numb to all these fights and we have stop believing in true love. Or maybe we have learnt that there's no reason to hurt yourself because of silly thing like love. Life has many other purposes. And relationship is just one small part that we need but we wun die because we dun have it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-4237810715240201339?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/4237810715240201339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=4237810715240201339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/4237810715240201339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/4237810715240201339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-we-grow-up.html' title='When we grow up'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-4670269958856090326</id><published>2009-10-28T11:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T11:54:58.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a BIG SURPRISE!</title><content type='html'>BENSON ACTUALLY SAYS "OK" AND LET ME GO TO HALLOWEEN PARTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he actually wanted to go along too! WAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like after a 10mins speech on the topic of "why must we go to Halloween party" he finally agreed without any reluctance! And when I ask him whether he want to go, he even say "sure!" I was damn shock! But he has exam lehhh! So in the end he still cannot go! HAHA. But goood lah. damn weird to have him around when i party. And we were planning what to dress up and I suggested that we should go for Twilight saga. He should be Edward Cullen with the fangs. And i should be Bella with two hole on the side of my neck. Like when the person ask, we'll say - "He's Edward, he has got fangs. I'm Bella, I just got bitten!" WAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benson has been really gooood to me latey! HAHA. No idea why too! He's like not so against me going party anymore. He actually says ok - willingly most of the time. MUHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, my speech consist of these points:&lt;br /&gt;1) It's only once a yr&lt;br /&gt;2) I have never been to one&lt;br /&gt;3) Imagine NOT having going to one in your lifetime. HAVE YOU REALLY LIVE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end he said yes. And after insisting that he is not living his life to the fullest, he is finally convinced to go with me - after he graduate! HAHA. Cos his exam falls in Nov EVERY YEAR! =[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-4670269958856090326?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/4670269958856090326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=4670269958856090326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/4670269958856090326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/4670269958856090326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-big-surprise.html' title='It&apos;s a BIG SURPRISE!'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-7766852921944953818</id><published>2009-10-26T13:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T13:47:00.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WoooHOooo. Excitement!</title><content type='html'>I am officially 43kg AGAIN! WOOOHOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhahahaha. Been skipping dinner straight since Monday. Yes! WITHOUT APPLE! HAHA. I read from an article that some artist only DRINK WATER for all meals when on diet cos water makes you feel full. BUT SIAO LAH! HAHA. The only reason why I'm on diet this week is because of my company's dinner! HAHAHA. i dun wanna look fat in my dress! I'm taking a dinner so seriously! I can't imagine what will happen when its my wedding. I think I'll start drinking water for 2 meals for a month so that I can fix into the gowns. LOLX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE DINNER IS TONIGHT!!!! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND my diet will be back tml! WAHAHAHA. BUFFETS with XS, HW and guys! And durians for on Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, let's go do some facial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let's plan for Holloween party this sat! I hope i could get my access from BEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be the Gothic ghost lahhh! MUHAHAHAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-7766852921944953818?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/7766852921944953818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=7766852921944953818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/7766852921944953818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/7766852921944953818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/10/wooohoooo-excitement.html' title='WoooHOooo. Excitement!'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-1636182067545065389</id><published>2009-10-21T01:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T01:29:48.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit the HW, XS, RR blog!</title><content type='html'>We are taking this module called ISORG. Basically its about computer and website!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the assignment is to create a website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit the Hui Rong Xing Webbie today! ( damn prosperous name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hw-rr-xs.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.hw-rr-xs.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-1636182067545065389?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1636182067545065389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=1636182067545065389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/1636182067545065389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/1636182067545065389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/10/visit-hw-xs-rr-blog.html' title='Visit the HW, XS, RR blog!'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-1086287521253364233</id><published>2009-10-07T11:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T11:43:14.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK</title><content type='html'>I was having this ultimate high fever for 3days already! The temperature went up to as high as 39.6! The doctor was shock and gave me 4days MC. I spent 80% of the time sleeping. Benson keep nagging and nagging me to drink more warm water and wear more clothes. So i did what he told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT instead of dropping, my temp went up to 39.6! I WAS LIKE FUCKING ANGRY! SO I couldn't care much anymore. I went to the fridge and start drinking the cold water from the mug and threw my blanket aside and blast the fan to the highest. AND TATA! my temp drop immediately to 37.8! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i am still having headache and sore throat lah! =(&lt;br /&gt;And Benson think that I slept so much that now all my eye bags are gone. HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-1086287521253364233?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1086287521253364233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=1086287521253364233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/1086287521253364233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/1086287521253364233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/10/sick.html' title='SICK'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-2069538721845936179</id><published>2009-09-25T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:35:31.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 123 post!</title><content type='html'>IT'S BENSON'S RECESS WEEK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the cooking session at my house, he'll be coming again next week for facial session! I'm gg to force him to do some real exfoliate on the face and put some mask! And on top of that, I bought some supplement like Meiji Collagen - only this in capsule for him! I'm in charge of his well being! HEHEHEHE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-2069538721845936179?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/2069538721845936179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=2069538721845936179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/2069538721845936179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/2069538721845936179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/09/123-post.html' title='the 123 post!'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-4089659443245710725</id><published>2009-09-25T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:31:49.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AH! AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>Siggghh! Everybody is quitting like the place is a shitty place to stay! =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously! How many people have quited so far? Like since June. Hmmm lemme think.....i think more than 5! nono. 8! Like wth! Within 3months! ZZzzZZz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the place really that bad? -.-?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, luckily i'm a part timer who clocks in 20hrs a week. HAHA. But seriously, i'm only staying for the money! HAHA. like been repeating the same thing over and over again for 3months! BUT STILL! THE MONEY IS GOOD! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-4089659443245710725?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/4089659443245710725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=4089659443245710725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/4089659443245710725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/4089659443245710725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/09/ah-again.html' title='AH! AGAIN!'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-6738554422876579833</id><published>2009-09-03T13:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T13:49:13.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Action always speaks louder than words</title><content type='html'>My dad was angry that Im spending so much on travelling and shopping. He punished me. He wants me to pay some of the school fee myself. I tried to save but as usual, I spent most of my pay within 3days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when Benson comes in. Ytday, he came to me with few hundreds of dollars. He passed it to me and ask me to pay with that first cos i need to pay by next week. I was shocked cos I know he is broke after Taiwan trip. So how did he get so much money?! I was like " how the F u save $600 in 1.5months?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it kinda remind me that he had been eating the $2 chicken rice and $2.50 mixed vege rice for the past 2months - everyday, every meal. And i still scolded him for being routine. And i brought him to "Ting Dai Feng" and he has been chiding me ever since for wasting money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when he said - "why do you think I took up 3 tuition assignment for? I know you'll never able to save any money. So i thought I could help. and you want the British flats shoe right? Want go get it?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS DAMN SHOCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum thinks that he spoilt me. She is going to reprimand him. But seriously, he is always doing things secretly. While I talk alot - blahh blah blahhh but I never do anything for him. Sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm wrong to even shout at him for taking up the JC's girl assignment yar?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-6738554422876579833?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6738554422876579833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=6738554422876579833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/6738554422876579833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/6738554422876579833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/09/action-always-speaks-louder-than-words.html' title='Action always speaks louder than words'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-8003254259092690232</id><published>2009-09-01T15:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T17:11:21.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE AH LIAN WINS IT ALL!</title><content type='html'>THE AH &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LIANS&lt;/span&gt; WIN IT ALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;THE AH &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LIANS&lt;/span&gt; WIN IT ALL!!!!!! ~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;. We got our result &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ytdayy&lt;/span&gt;! I would say - its so much better den expected! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HEHE&lt;/span&gt; i was expecting like 2 fail or just a pass for all subjects! Like in the end just get a merit for my degree! BUT!&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! AS LONG AS WE PASS, WE STILL HAVE CHANCE FOR NEXT YR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WISH US LUCK! WE'LL STRIVE FOR 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; UPPER PEOPLE! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SOLEMNLY&lt;/span&gt; SWEAR THAT I WILL NOT START STUDYING ONLY ONE MONTH BEFORE EXAM! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm getting Tag &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Heuer&lt;/span&gt; for Ben. Rolex too ex and too old fashioned! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-8003254259092690232?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/8003254259092690232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=8003254259092690232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/8003254259092690232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/8003254259092690232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/09/ah-lian-wins-it-all.html' title='THE AH LIAN WINS IT ALL!'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-5661694778244397033</id><published>2009-08-29T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:13:48.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because you deserve the best</title><content type='html'>Benson is going to graduate 2yrs later. I want to get him a pressie for his grad. I want to get him a Rolex. But the price of that watch is ridiculous! The cheapest one need about 7k! SIAOZ lahh! LOLx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Benson deserve nth but the best! I'm so going to save and get him one of these watch! Hopefully before his grad! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-5661694778244397033?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5661694778244397033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=5661694778244397033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/5661694778244397033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/5661694778244397033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/08/because-you-deserve-best.html' title='Because you deserve the best'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-8285019931633943189</id><published>2009-08-25T12:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T13:25:36.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things can be so unfair</title><content type='html'>Its so unfair. Benson just have to say: " I wanna go China for 5months" and there he go. And I'll say "okok Jiayou yahhh. Love''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I said I want to be a air stewardess, he came up a million of reasons why we shouldn't stay apart and how sad he will be to not unable to see me. Fucking bullshit. And when I told him I'm gg to BKK with my frenz for 5days, he complained how difficult it will be for him to unable to see me etc etc etc. Fucking Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he is going away for 5months! 5 fucking bullshitty months! What do you expect me to do? Ask him not to go like the way he always stop me? LIKE HE WILL FUCKING CARE! Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once told him " no! You can't teach girls" What happen in the end? He is teaching a JC girl and she is those fair fair skinny skinny looking type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he dun allow me to go clubbing I never go for 2 DAMN years! So I dun care anymore. Every time I wanna go I will just bring out the fact that I am the only one compromising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its simple. i dun want to stop him doing anything he wants but he want to stop me doing EVERYTHING! I ask him to watch Final destination with me, he said no, its wasting money. So i wanna watch with my frenz den he goes like - HUH I WANT WATCH TOO!&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IDIOT CAAANN!!! I'm like - I dun care, i've ask the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was considering about going with him too but mum would only agreed if we go ROM first which is STUPID. I was like " FUCK THAT HELLL'' Honestly why the Fuck do i want dig my own grave and jump into it?!!!!!!!!!!!" FUCKING HELL. I still got few party to attend ok?! I'm only 22! I've my own dreams. I wanna earn money for myself. I dun wanna be a housewife and wake up everyday in the same t-shirt and go ard in market gossiping. I dun wanna waste my fucking precious life doing some fucking boring things like giving birth and cooking. I haven even start enjoying my fucking awesome life and what? I have to give it to another person called baby? SIAOZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben thinks that its a good idea that we ROM first but HELLO! Its only 5months attachment. So after that where are we going to live? In your room - which you share with your bro- or mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I've got my own dreams to pursue too. Its not always about you. AND I HATE BABIES! THEY MAKE YOU FAT AND LEAVE YOU SCARS. THEY TAKE ALL YOUR HARD EARN MONEY AWAY AND DESTROY YOUR LIFE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might end my life like this someday but its not gonna be today or any day soon. I've only got one 20 yrs old ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-8285019931633943189?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/8285019931633943189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=8285019931633943189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/8285019931633943189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/8285019931633943189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-can-be-so-unfair_25.html' title='Things can be so unfair'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-5233365493966130787</id><published>2009-08-24T00:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:32:07.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>Benson just announced that he might be considering in applying China's attachment next year. So he'll be in China 5months. I have to admit that I was - eviliciously - little happy about it. The first thing that came to my mind was - " HELL! ITS PARTTYYY TIME!!!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budden after second thought ........... Sighh. But I still encourage him cos its for his own good. So i asked him to apply. Sighh. And i am thinking about deferring my study to acc him in China - which means i might need to apply a job there and graduate one year later. But that's not likely cos it sounded stupid even to my own ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO HOW??? ZZzzzZZzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Ji Shui Ji, Jia Gou Shui Gou laaahhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-5233365493966130787?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5233365493966130787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=5233365493966130787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/5233365493966130787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/5233365493966130787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/08/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-6513678029497026675</id><published>2009-07-17T12:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T13:13:00.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be seeing my love!</title><content type='html'>My boss goes like - okok i know u only want to work 3days a week so go take off today and work on both weekends! I WAS DELIGHTED! For the past 3 weeks, I've been working 6days a week! Its hell! I dun get to see Benson, have to wake up at 7am and worst, I DUN GET TO SEE BENSON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i quit the dental job cos its getting too tiring and political. HAHA. Hell, seriously my colleague was so drama! She goes like - " dun be angry RR" after scolding me den I tot she was sincerely asking for forgiveness until she says - "can you take me shift tml?" And when i say no - cos i m working somewhere else - she goes like " I BEG YOU PLEASE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im like - stop the drama! First you want to take ALL the shift! So i said fine, i go find another job. So i only work like 3hrs a week there. so its only $16.50 per week? Now, I got another job, u want me to stay? And worst you want to come to work with me? I must be crazy if i intro u there? SIAOZ. You think Im Jesus ah? And she wants to jump over cos its $8/hr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the politics at the new workplace was worst. HAHA. But i dun care. Im just a part timer who clock in 20 hrs a week. Im happy with take home $600. HEH. Its funny, people pretend. When they smile, it dun touches the eyes. When they joke, they make the laughing sound but they are not smiling. They think that Im too 'green'. They categorised me in the 'harmless' section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good, just stay me out of these nonsense. So they leave me alone. When we talked, we talked about H1N1, Michael Jackson and the butter cookies at Butter Factory! HAHA. Seriously, i just want to earn some money to go BKK and Taiwan next month. Not like im gg for any promotion. Siaoz. I have better ways of going up the ladder other than stabbing on people. Seriously, get a life! Travel! See the world. Stop hurting people! Do some charity!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-6513678029497026675?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6513678029497026675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=6513678029497026675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/6513678029497026675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/6513678029497026675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/07/ill-be-seeing-my-love.html' title='I&apos;ll be seeing my love!'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-5773833299231439586</id><published>2009-07-05T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:24:56.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back and shag</title><content type='html'>Back from Redang. Its sad but true, we din come back with 3 people. LOLx. In fact Benson was so drained by the 13hrs long bus ride that he fell asleep at 11pm that night. The bus might be spacious enough but still, 13hours if bus ride is kinda hell - ly experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i can say is we eat and play, eat and play and sleep, sun bathe and sleep for the past 2days! I dun even care about not eating after 8pm. I JUST EAT EAT EAT. MUHAHAHA. Which is why im paying back. Sighh. All efforts waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I went straight back to work the next day i got back to Singapore because i must start saving for BKK trip which is less than 1month away! Working is hard. Working inn the frontline, you just have to face all kindas fuckers. Some mother fuckers who just scold you for no reason, slam your call, complain to the HQ EVERY WEEK, signed the agreement letter with aknowlegdement but still SCREAMED at you infront of EVERYBODY when he wants the refund when he already agreed with BLACK AND WHITE! KNN CCB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best thing is you still have to SMILE &amp;amp; APOLOGISE to that Chao Lan Pa like you are the one in wrong. KNN CCB.MOTHER FUCKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, Customer Service is like shit esp with all these Mother CB in the world. So far, the best job I've been is a HR recuiting officer. Its a damn shoik job where people are SCARED of you. I think its the only job that people look at your face instead of you look at their face. They are so depending on you to get them the goddamn job. Now, you are the king.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-5773833299231439586?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5773833299231439586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=5773833299231439586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/5773833299231439586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/5773833299231439586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-and-shag.html' title='back and shag'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-5379584657999347017</id><published>2009-06-18T14:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T14:37:16.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I damn guai last night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SjngfaWDtgI/AAAAAAAAATo/_h8CGk6-BDY/s1600-h/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348552862731580930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SjngfaWDtgI/AAAAAAAAATo/_h8CGk6-BDY/s320/Image047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went Phuture - again with XS, HW and MICHELLE last night. OR should I call them Joanna and Janelle? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We intended to go Butter Factory but look at the queue there! Its impossible! and its only half of the queue. It goes all the way to near starbucks! SIAOZ LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am damn gaui last night cannn? I din even look at guys! HEHEHE. I finally found the secret to not falling into the good looking guys trap! You just have to imagine that all of them called Lenny and they are one mother fucker who fucks ard. And you will be totally turn off by them! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im proud that I have elbowed, showed middle finger and stepped on countless guys feet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-5379584657999347017?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5379584657999347017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=5379584657999347017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/5379584657999347017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/5379584657999347017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-think-i-damn-guai-last-night.html' title='I think I damn guai last night!'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SjngfaWDtgI/AAAAAAAAATo/_h8CGk6-BDY/s72-c/Image047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-6512729462390308481</id><published>2009-06-15T16:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T17:10:17.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Holiday!</title><content type='html'>Party till 3am last night and woke up at 2 this afternoon. Its fabulous! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the true meaning of holiday. Watch Shopaholic on DVD and slack the whole day away! I have nearly forgotten the last time I have this kinda well deserved break! HEH. Mum and dad have been wonderful lately. Business has pick up again and they were back to stuffing me with cash, constantly increasing my pocket money now and then. Especially mum, she was always asking me weather I need more money! HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its school holiday and my tuition centre work take a short 2 weeks break. So i'll on internship with my marketing manager from this Thursday onwards. They will be paying me accordingly to projects based! WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to BKK this August and cant wait for June Holiday in Redang and for one last time I am repeating this - BEN and I will not come back with 3 people! DARN! Its not a sex holiday! I will most prob going to jump from a stair if I am pregnant cos abortion alone cos $500-$700. How the hell am i going to get the money? Let alone raising the kid? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I am going my weekly swim and tennis people! Oh, I love lifeee.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I am actually taking tennis lessons with Ben? Its sooo fun!! HEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and I were playing this sick game. We are trying to see who can keep slim till Redang. Ben is all ready, tanning and exercising 4days a week. He went jogging, tennis, swimming and basketball while i did gym, skipping, swimming and tennis. I kinda have a small gym in my house. My bro has this $300 punching bag, a gym ball and I got a yoga mat few years back. oh, and 4 dumbbells! We are trying too hard to keep fit. Its crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-6512729462390308481?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6512729462390308481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=6512729462390308481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/6512729462390308481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/6512729462390308481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-holiday.html' title='This is Holiday!'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-1983596299446991933</id><published>2009-06-08T17:53:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:01:42.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeee!</title><content type='html'>I have been chiong- ing work like one busy mother fish lately. Muhaha, working 6 or 7 days a week, without rest! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all for the moolahs to BKK in August and Redang in June. HEHEHE. &lt;br /&gt;On top of that, I am going to accept a marketing internship offered by my company for two weeks! Its $8/hr! Woohoo! DAmn happy cannnn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND and and, I have finally figure out what I want in my life. The list goes like (Weightage according to position):&lt;br /&gt;1) Able to support my parents and give them at least $300 per month as allowance. My dream is to hit $500 per month by 30. &lt;br /&gt;2) See the world.&lt;br /&gt;3) Get a Master before 35. Honestly, I have screwed half of my degree up. So i make up my mind to go for master in the future. Because I believe that people would not care what your degree result is as long as you got a master. Really, just like O level result, like who the fuck give a damn if I tell them that my O level only got 18points for R5? They all only look at my degree right? So the same applies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I am working with a lot of kids lately. And these money sucker are so irritating. HEH. FAN SI REN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-1983596299446991933?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1983596299446991933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=1983596299446991933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/1983596299446991933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/1983596299446991933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/06/weeee.html' title='Weeee!'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-6905532016683641675</id><published>2009-06-02T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:43:37.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOYS/MEN ARE ALL MFUCKER</title><content type='html'>MOTHER FUCKER BURN IN HELL, REINCARNATE AS A FLY WHICH EATS FUCKING SHITS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU MOTHER FISH BLOODY FUCKER; HONESTLY, WHAT ARE YOU GOOD FOR EXCEPT FUCKING ARD IN GEYLAND? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRRRRGG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHHH,, HOW I DAMN KNOW THIS KINDA SHIT??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-6905532016683641675?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6905532016683641675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=6905532016683641675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/6905532016683641675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/6905532016683641675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/06/boysmen-are-all-mfucker.html' title='BOYS/MEN ARE ALL MFUCKER'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-4878586395148171052</id><published>2009-05-30T01:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T01:23:55.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All we need here</title><content type='html'>HELLO PEOPLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! MY EXAMS ARE OVER! WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though its been over for a week now. Well, all days are spent on CELEBRATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we kept to our promises and we went partying! BUT IT WAS SUCH A WASTE NIGHT COS ME AND HW ARE SO WASTED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we'll skip the unglam part. &lt;br /&gt;But we're going to make it up with another in two weeks time. MUHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i got ben's permission to party only twice a year. So its kinda unfair to me cos we went home like basically before two am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i tot i should sneak out and play. But as usual, i CANNOT DO IT without feeling like I've committed some murder. So, I went thru the tough route and BEGGED Ben for another time. Of cos he dun agree! BUT PEOPLE, WOMEN USED THEIR ULTIMATE WEAPONS! And that is of cos 'TEARS' and TADA! I got myself two tickets to party again! But cos of i was really so sad that i cried literally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we've got little part of each other now. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-4878586395148171052?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/4878586395148171052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=4878586395148171052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/4878586395148171052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/4878586395148171052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-we-need-here.html' title='All we need here'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-918075820139141221</id><published>2009-05-02T16:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T16:56:47.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my poor lil brother</title><content type='html'>Boowhoowhoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor lil bro is going to BMT on July!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I wun be able to see our lil king for 2weeks! And he still have to stay in Tekong for 10weeks! ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made up my mind to find some time after exams to go overseas with him, before July! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my poor lil brother. The whole family was so sad! SIGHHH. &lt;br /&gt;For god sake! He's the 'xiao wnag di' of the family! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one good thing is, lucky i met Benson straight after his ORD. Like 6 months after! Hehe. So i dun have to go through all the pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, all r/s seems to crack in between these period. That's what happen between his ex and him. Luckily my brother no gf. HEH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-918075820139141221?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/918075820139141221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=918075820139141221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/918075820139141221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/918075820139141221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-my-poor-lil-brother.html' title='oh my poor lil brother'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-1014633787031992735</id><published>2009-04-26T13:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:09:21.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are just like GLORY MAN-U</title><content type='html'>GLORY GLORY MAN-UNITED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is just like football match! Just because you are losing the first half, DOESN'T mean that you are going to lose that WHOLE DAMN MATCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was distracted by MAN-U match last night from my study. And i watch it tgt with my bro. Man-u was losing 0-2 to Totterham on the first half. And was losing to Liverpool i think 2-3 points on the chart. So thing looks pretty gloomy for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! OMFG! Can you freaking believe it?? THAY SCORE 5GOALS on the 2nd half! So the match ended with A BIG FLOP of 5-2! SO now, they not only won that match, they are back to top of the chart!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so freaking inspired by the whole damn match! Yes, that's exactly what i need now, inspiration, to believe that I can do it for my papers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOSOSOSO, just because life isn't doing all well for you now, doesn't mean you lost that whole damn life. ITS ROUND, anything can happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-1014633787031992735?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1014633787031992735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=1014633787031992735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/1014633787031992735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/1014633787031992735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/04/exams-are-just-like-glory-man-u.html' title='Exams are just like GLORY MAN-U'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-1907286622111558541</id><published>2009-04-23T11:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:05:12.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Susan Boyle</title><content type='html'>I was on FB and saw a few friends joining the Susan Boyle Fans club. Then I remember she was mentioned over the radio with amazing stories. So I clicked on the video on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to say that I am freaking shallow. Honestly, everyone knows that. I am freaking obsessed with appearance but this video only make me felt worst. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I watched this video, I already know what will happen but it was way beyond my expectation! I mean i am already expecting her to sing very well, but somehow, she's like a miracle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was actually so touched by her voice that I teared and I repeated the video over and over again! So go watch it people, you wun regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited: It was so mind blowing that I repeated that 4 times! And her voice still touches every veins of my body. AND YOU MUST SEE how people mocked at her in the beginning. Honestly, I thought she was another William Hung. Okay, maybe I have already known she is going to sing well, buuut again, she is astonishing! But I think it has got something to do with the song she is singing. Its something about dreams. Although i pretty much can't really hear what's she is singing. Its too opera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-1907286622111558541?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1907286622111558541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=1907286622111558541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/1907286622111558541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/1907286622111558541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/04/susan-boyle.html' title='Susan Boyle'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-2928589968908986406</id><published>2009-04-17T23:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:04:48.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im so luuuucckkkyy lately!</title><content type='html'>OOHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RongRong buay pai ahhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have 2 guys after me lately leh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Not trying to Hao lian laahhh! BUT you know its like the best thing ever happen to me alright?! Its sad but true, no guys ever like me! EVER! GUYS all like my friends! SIGH. SINCE KINDER GARDEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To many other girls, this is like '' OH SO NORMAL, i've like 5-10 guys surrounding me every second. But hello, this has never ever happen to me before! YOU think HY am i so excited?! Cos its NEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO PATHETIC RIGHT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And both of them  kinda didn't really know me well before. I think they are most likely to start treating me like a brother once they learn more about me. I think I lack some feminine elements that attracts guys. Hmmm. I might consider start learning to laugh softly, talk gently, walk in a more sassy way. Oh, or maybe i can start growing long hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously! And if you ask me ''den how come you got bf?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its because I initiated most of the relationship! I am those who takes initiative. SIGHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS all treat me like ''brothers''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had enough of being a brother with every guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever buy me nice things, treat me nice food, its so sad! Every other girls always get birthday presents, treats and other thing and I NEVER EVER in my life have those before! I will just grow old and fat without ever receiving any presents and treats from any guy. &amp;amp; i'll never ever know the feeling of being treated like some trophy.  SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn pathetic la! SIGh! like for 22 years okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when someone hint that ''could i be his 'the one'?''&lt;br /&gt;I got really overjoyed!&lt;br /&gt;And he is really cute! Can pare with Benson!&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be his 'the one'&lt;br /&gt;cos I already have Ben as my 'one'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i just smile, and tell him straight in MSN, '' NOPE!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND its so NEW to me! I've never said have the chance to say no before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHEHE. Okay, thats pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, now at least i get to tell glory story to me kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-2928589968908986406?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/2928589968908986406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=2928589968908986406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/2928589968908986406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/2928589968908986406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-so-luuuucckkkyy-lately.html' title='im so luuuucckkkyy lately!'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-8818324134559081019</id><published>2009-04-10T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T21:17:56.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>standards</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, while we'll having dinner, Benson announced that he is officially a third year student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this means that he'll be graduating in ard 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he held my hands and said (with food in his mouth), "you know what that means? We'll be getting marry in 3yrs time!" Are you sure you want to marry me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked, nevertheless, happy.&lt;br /&gt;His little dream is to be father by 28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I told him" I'll marry you even if you are poor, have no car, live in 3 room flats. BUT I WILL NOT MARRY YOU IF YOU GAIN WEIGHT! or become FAT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i mean it. SO you stop eating all these pork chop and start exercising!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-8818324134559081019?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/8818324134559081019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=8818324134559081019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/8818324134559081019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/8818324134559081019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/04/standards.html' title='standards'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-3027331798669807572</id><published>2009-03-22T01:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T01:42:17.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 101 post - its about LOVE!</title><content type='html'>Since I spent most of my time now with married women, I just have all the unwanted info about marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends ask me:&lt;br /&gt;Wah, your bf and you always go out shopping hor? So nice. My husband dun even go down to market with me anymore. But he last time very good one, before we marry, we always go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: den why dun ask him go with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: he dun want leh.... too lazy to go out. Say mafan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: den shoot him back lah. ask him how come last time never say mafan or lazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: got lahhhs. I ask him why liddat. He say different story now. LAST TIME I SLIM and CHIO. Now so fat and old, so dun talk about last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: HUH! WAH LAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: true what. so i nth to say back lor. cos its so true. den i walk with my head down down. no face man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH SHIT! &amp;amp; mum says that was precisely how dad treated him before and after marriage! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, colleagues are all curious why am I working only once a week and what am i doing on the other days. So i told them that other than working, I spend most of the time studying at home. Sigh, like everyday 12pm-2am. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mum and dad are so weird! They actually bought me chicken essence! HA. Like maybe they are so touch that theirs daughter is so so hardworking?! HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly just hope i wun retake any of the subjects. SIGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-3027331798669807572?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/3027331798669807572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=3027331798669807572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/3027331798669807572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/3027331798669807572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/03/101-post-its-about-love.html' title='The 101 post - its about LOVE!'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-6958748361401979948</id><published>2009-03-07T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T12:52:33.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOING HOLIDAY!</title><content type='html'>OMFG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HW sms me and ask if I wanna join them for BangKok Trip this June and I am so broke! Cos I am going to Redang on the same month too! And ytday, I spent few hundreds on shopping! SO i am SOSOSSOSO BROKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BENSON IS GOING TO SPONSOR ME TO BKK!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM OMFG HAPPY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-6958748361401979948?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6958748361401979948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=6958748361401979948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/6958748361401979948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/6958748361401979948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/03/going-holiday.html' title='GOING HOLIDAY!'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-2322294455056516293</id><published>2009-03-05T00:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T03:12:34.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a maze;</title><content type='html'>Been going through up and down the whole damn week &amp;amp; its only Wednesday. This has been a very very tough week for me. So many unexpected things happened. And none are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like you can already see it; but when you try to grab it, its gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like this moment you are watching tv and next moment, you nearly end up in hospital with your loved ones in trouble; all covered in blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or its like you were backing up your photo album for reformatting purpose and found your dead friend photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is tough; &amp;amp; love is not strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. recently were having the same image forming in my head over and over again. Its this image of me graduating, wearing my graduation hat. And like in poly, we happily took photos with friends. And Benson is beside me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, image will transform to Benson on his graduation hat instead. And i will be happily taking photos with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life might be tough, love might not be strong enough, but we still have to walk through it because there is just so much things to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party, Drink, Get waste.&lt;br /&gt;And I always know that I have YuChuan to depend on when I need to get waste. Just one call and he will definitely go like: '' Let's go drink bro. Let's partyyyyy!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still will be awed by him and goes like ''OKOKOK!!!'' We go Phuture! Go Mambo Night! GOGOGOGO!! HHHEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I am not so sure now that he has girlfriend. Hmm. But he is on holiday thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I truly care about his well being. He is the next best thing besides Benson. He will be credited to the fact that I am still alive now. And the fact that I was well protected during the wasted years. And I have neglected him so much since with Benson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT still, he never fail to make me smile every time I talk to him. And I think he had no idea about that! HAHA. Yes, even after 4years of friendship. I still like him alot. HEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I should thank him for wasting with me during the bad times. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-2322294455056516293?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/2322294455056516293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=2322294455056516293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/2322294455056516293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/2322294455056516293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-is-maze.html' title='Life is a maze;'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-5766899352183743423</id><published>2009-02-26T14:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:45:12.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker; not quit-er!</title><content type='html'>RongRong might be a slacker; but never a quit-er!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelims are just around the corner. to push myself to study harder, I put up a poster right in front my of my study table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SaY45Ju7FNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/3wWvos-sfAY/s1600-h/IMG_0672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SaY45Ju7FNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/3wWvos-sfAY/s400/IMG_0672.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306991765419136210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SaY45dCUMuI/AAAAAAAAATA/WjZuywSVLTQ/s1600-h/IMG_0673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SaY45dCUMuI/AAAAAAAAATA/WjZuywSVLTQ/s400/IMG_0673.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306991770600747746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den my brother add in some other words. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i gave up trying to eat only apples at night. A hungry person is a grumpy person. Its so true! And the direct victim is Benson. I got so short tempered that I quarreled with him at least 3times within 2wks. We were both curious why am I so bad tempered lately and we conclude that it must have something to do with the diet. So I managed to ask my expert friend and she confirmed our theory. She make it a no pain no gain explanation. So I make Benson to choose between a gf who is pretty outside but rotten inside or a fat gf who is not that rotten inside. Haha. action speaks louder than words, he starts buying me dinner everyday! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I have to go the exercising ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-5766899352183743423?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5766899352183743423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=5766899352183743423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/5766899352183743423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/5766899352183743423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/02/slacker-not-quit-er.html' title='Slacker; not quit-er!'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SaY45Ju7FNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/3wWvos-sfAY/s72-c/IMG_0672.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-6129821245112441340</id><published>2009-02-10T00:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:14:54.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IS FAT</title><content type='html'>RongRong get to know some nice people thru work lately.&lt;br /&gt;One of them is a 27yrs old lady who used to be 70+kg. But only 49-52kg! She did that within 2months! Like fucking miracle! She uses the 'eat less tactic"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she comment that I am skinny but do not quite alot of meat here and there. Like SIGH! Seriously gained like 1.5kgs lately. FUCK UP SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have been eating only apples for dinner lately.&lt;br /&gt;Might end up having anorexia or bulimia.&lt;br /&gt;Felt disgusted by herself; her fats.&lt;br /&gt;But never disgusted by food. haha. And felt that throwing them out before she shallows it is a damn fucking sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw her ex. Like FUCKING FAT! Luckily he dumped me. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;No longer handsome. Imagine he saw me and goes like'' luckily I dumped her. SHe like FUCKING FAT NOW!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What FUCK.  Its her utmost principle to be better than her ex.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how crush I will me. IMAGINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going the healthy way.&lt;br /&gt;Taking swimming lesson every week.&lt;br /&gt;Going healthy with breakfast and lunch (nasi lemak and chicken rice all still) on time and only fruits for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting older; metabolism drops. DAMN FUCK UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll fucking hide in my room and never step out once I hit 48kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL knows RongRong hates being ugly and damn fucking hates being FAT. And she have a damn high esteem. She always like compliment and to show off. IMAGINE she only have that 48kg fats to show off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She might as well be labeled as pig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-6129821245112441340?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6129821245112441340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=6129821245112441340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/6129821245112441340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/6129821245112441340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-fat.html' title='IS FAT'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-8442609647983846934</id><published>2009-02-01T00:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T03:42:11.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>Death step up to me and said:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; ''I can take your pain away. To a place where your problems are no longer problems, a place where love has no boundaries"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he come one step closer to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I turned to him and said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;''Go away! You might not believe in life; but I dun believe in death''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I weep with grief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-8442609647983846934?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/8442609647983846934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=8442609647983846934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/8442609647983846934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/8442609647983846934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/02/determination.html' title='Death'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-2124526293450047624</id><published>2009-01-29T16:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:02:22.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me to Benson:&lt;/span&gt; Heh, you want to visit my house during CNY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Benson&lt;/span&gt;: Okay, unless you come to my house too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, never mind then, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Benson&lt;/span&gt;: Hahahah, I just knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Aiyah, your ex got go your house last time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Benson:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yup, even go my auntie's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; den? In the end also break?! Aiyah, dun waste my time lahhh. Save the trouble until we are sure that we are getting marry. Like maybe one month before going to marry den I go your house for meet the parent session. Anyway, marriage is between us two. Another thing is I too 'hum chi' to meet the parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Benson:&lt;/span&gt; Sure, why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went to see the prelims timetable and realised that i will be very very busy in Feb and wun be able to study at all. That's why I took a month break in Jan. But I have already stopped studying for like 2wks. So I decided to study my Sociology today. And I was touching on Weber's theory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Modernity allows people to have 'have mastery of the natural and social environment' but dision of labour, bureaucratisation and mechanisation led to people become 'little cogs' in big machine.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am like ''HUH'' I BLOODY DUN UNDERSTAND!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-2124526293450047624?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/2124526293450047624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=2124526293450047624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/2124526293450047624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/2124526293450047624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/01/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-7096907785291822471</id><published>2009-01-27T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:45:29.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Niu Year Renovation</title><content type='html'>Its been a very busy CNY Eve. Mum only start her cleaning on the very eve of CNY and was immediately shock by the damage of the sofa. So we decided to throw it away and went to Ikea to buy a new set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SX7lLNbhN-I/AAAAAAAAASo/CaiiKp9ifEI/s1600-h/Image057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SX7lLNbhN-I/AAAAAAAAASo/CaiiKp9ifEI/s400/Image057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295922192580687842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SX7lKnLyfXI/AAAAAAAAASg/QWCqyLewWQw/s1600-h/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SX7lKnLyfXI/AAAAAAAAASg/QWCqyLewWQw/s400/Image045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295922182314163570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SX7lLhStJbI/AAAAAAAAASw/zI885eKYQQo/s1600-h/Image061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SX7lLhStJbI/AAAAAAAAASw/zI885eKYQQo/s400/Image061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295922197912430002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy New Year! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-7096907785291822471?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/7096907785291822471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=7096907785291822471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/7096907785291822471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/7096907785291822471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-niu-year-renovation.html' title='Happy Niu Year Renovation'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SX7lLNbhN-I/AAAAAAAAASo/CaiiKp9ifEI/s72-c/Image057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-3551255815418140678</id><published>2009-01-11T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:53:07.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans</title><content type='html'>Plans for 2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Go Redang with Benson in June.&lt;br /&gt;- Go Cameron with Meiyu and clique in Sept&lt;br /&gt;- Go for my driving test - like finally in June and save for Gold Coast trip and drive ard in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So exciting; and so many things to look forward to. Life. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most pressing issue now is to pass my stupid exam in May and get at least a 2nd upper Honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Isn't life fulfilling? (c=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-3551255815418140678?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/3551255815418140678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=3551255815418140678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/3551255815418140678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/3551255815418140678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/01/plans.html' title='Plans'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-1762764864896925496</id><published>2009-01-10T03:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T04:03:50.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just want to live</title><content type='html'>Went to watch Red Cliff 2 today. Was suppose to watch with Benson's clique (14ppl) but we decided to be spoiler and was before meeting them. It's a good movie for those who do not know history. Otherwise, it would be quite a nonsense. Luckily, I am the one who do go for history part. All I know is there's Tony Leong. So its a good movie for me but not so much for Benson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i know was that war is difficult. People dead but they scramble to live. They just want to live. It makes me think of the Gaza Israel war that is going on now. And you could see that people run for their dear lives and all they wish for is to live another day. Just one more day. Its a gift. Even in these hard times, they want to live. They treasure their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet in Singapore, a peaceful country, there are people killing themselves here. With all the food and conducive environment, they choose to end their lives for insignificant problems such as money and lost love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun quite understand. Are there really problems that you can't solve and have to end your life?&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with the world? I still couldn't take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-1762764864896925496?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1762764864896925496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=1762764864896925496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/1762764864896925496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/1762764864896925496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-want-to-live.html' title='I just want to live'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-460578988655472675</id><published>2009-01-05T00:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T01:31:12.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I went to MayDay Concert !!!!</title><content type='html'>Went to MayDay Concert today! It was FABULOUS! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should officially categorized myself as a MayDay supporter cos I could sing all the songs (except songs from the new album and the Hokkien songs). Luckily most of the songs they sang were from the older album. And I totally enjoyed myself. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures speaks louder than words. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SWDqhh171MI/AAAAAAAAARU/3IUXYrgSa74/s1600-h/IMG_0549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SWDqhh171MI/AAAAAAAAARU/3IUXYrgSa74/s400/IMG_0549.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287483824274134210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went 1 and half hour early and there were such along queue in front of us already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SWDqh8rHjaI/AAAAAAAAARc/qo-OngnkNwY/s1600-h/IMG_0555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SWDqh8rHjaI/AAAAAAAAARc/qo-OngnkNwY/s400/IMG_0555.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287483831476522402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Benson were so excited and high the whole night! It was the first time I see him get so high. i always thought that he is a very clam and cold person. You know, he doesn't really show his emotion alot. But he was so HIGH! He purposely went to have a Ah Xin haircut. Only abit too spiky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SWDqiuWtuRI/AAAAAAAAARk/3pL8P1OsStA/s1600-h/IMG_0557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SWDqiuWtuRI/AAAAAAAAARk/3pL8P1OsStA/s400/IMG_0557.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287483844812716306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was very excited tooooo! woohoooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SWDxGE6IRbI/AAAAAAAAASE/uHMYj5j0_yQ/s1600-h/IMG_0621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SWDxGE6IRbI/AAAAAAAAASE/uHMYj5j0_yQ/s400/IMG_0621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287491049232025010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How can you be not high with so many people?! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SWDqjTe4G4I/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q5jbLApOY7A/s1600-h/IMG_0611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SWDqjTe4G4I/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q5jbLApOY7A/s400/IMG_0611.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287483854779063170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SWDwVPao_cI/AAAAAAAAAR8/pK2rQh-j3aM/s1600-h/IMG_0607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SWDwVPao_cI/AAAAAAAAAR8/pK2rQh-j3aM/s400/IMG_0607.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287490210239151554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its free standing.And we get to stand quite near the stage. At the side. But still able to get a clearer view of Ah Xing when he stand near to the side! Benson went all gaga over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ENVY ME BAH?! Hehehehe. It comes with hard work! We actually went to queue twice before we get the tickets! And we woke up like at 7am to queue till 1pm. Heh. But I must say its worth it after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-460578988655472675?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/460578988655472675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=460578988655472675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/460578988655472675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/460578988655472675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-went-to-mayday-concert.html' title='I went to MayDay Concert !!!!'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SWDqhh171MI/AAAAAAAAARU/3IUXYrgSa74/s72-c/IMG_0549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-3766387773665727205</id><published>2008-12-20T22:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:01:58.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gobalization</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SU0IreHzDFI/AAAAAAAAARM/wP2S_2FkuGI/s1600-h/FB.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281887480888626258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SU0IreHzDFI/AAAAAAAAARM/wP2S_2FkuGI/s400/FB.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally knows the power of Facebook. I have always wanted to change my FB stautes info to blank instead of ''In A Relationship''. I need to feel some freedom; I need to feel like myself again. Sigh. Nobody will ever understand what I am giving up. Nobody will. ='C &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, mins after i change my profile, I recieved my first call of concern from a fren. I was like = ''wth!'' But he is not the first cos i end up with a few sms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I damn ''AA'' !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-3766387773665727205?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/3766387773665727205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=3766387773665727205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/3766387773665727205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/3766387773665727205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/12/gobalization.html' title='Gobalization'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SU0IreHzDFI/AAAAAAAAARM/wP2S_2FkuGI/s72-c/FB.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-6026887827014133896</id><published>2008-12-19T03:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T03:58:11.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk</title><content type='html'>RongRong is no longer drunk with sadness; she no longer cry when she gets drunk. And she smiles like one big sun whenever she thinks of Benson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She no longer waits to be loved. Cos she is very loved by Benson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She no longer swims in the vast sea alone cos she is now safe in a home sweet home pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her family keeps her secret and sided her even though they knew she was wrong cos they love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my; RongRong felt so loved in the first time in her 21 years life. Maybe she felt that cos she was drunk. Nevertheless, she is loved. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-6026887827014133896?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6026887827014133896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=6026887827014133896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/6026887827014133896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/6026887827014133896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/12/drunk.html' title='Drunk'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-8336411954632204798</id><published>2008-12-18T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:32:39.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponder</title><content type='html'>Get to know a couple of rich people lately. Those really rich and successful kind of people. Those which make like 20 over ks a month and probably a millionaire already. But its kinda weird. These people work 24/7 - literally. Even on Sundays and PH. So i wonder, who is living in that huge three storey house with a garden and swimming pool? And why is that big car always parking at the work place carpark, sun bathing? Hmm I wonder they need a maid? I can be a part time maid for them, so that I can enjoy the pool for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people are so blinded by money. Slaves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-8336411954632204798?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/8336411954632204798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=8336411954632204798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/8336411954632204798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/8336411954632204798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/12/ponder.html' title='Ponder'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-5210045098476621854</id><published>2008-11-10T00:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T01:13:05.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random post</title><content type='html'>I made a historical movement today. I bought a CDs from the CDs shop. It might seems nth significant to others but you have to know that the last CDs I have bought was actually SUN YAN ZI - Green light. Its been like decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I bought Mayday's album. NOT because I am the biggest fan of them - used to be - but because it comes with a free ticket to watch their concert in Singapore on the 4th Jan next year. But the problem now is that, I have actually lost track in Chinese songs. And Benson is the biggest fan of them. So i have to go along with him. You know, listen to the album. Sigh, I haven even open it yet. And it cost my $22. I would gladly be a pirated pig. And the worst things is Benson expect me to listen it so that i could sing along that day and wun feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, I manage to plan my schedule that i have 3days of break in a row and this is the longest rest i ever have and i was already half wishing that I have planned more wisely by the end of first day. Here is my problem, I dun play computer games, dun watch tv shows and have no money to shop. So the only thing i am back to is reading. I was so desperate that i start reading this book which i randomly found in the book sac. it belongs to my neighbour. Title: "Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus. " i stop reading after 30mins because the whole books seems to against me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the tips:&lt;br /&gt;- Never say " I told you so" to a man. - I am always saying that to Benson whenever i have my chance.&lt;br /&gt;- Never try to advise by saying " you need a haircut" - I said that almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;- Leave the men alone when he needs space. - Crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i totally threw it aside. And in the end, went to the nearest bookstore at United Square and bought the hottest book now because of its upcoming movie - Twilight. And i immediately fall in love with it. And the best thing is, it comes in 4 books!! So you will not runn out of things to read - for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SRcZ3LCHN7I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/M_dmPG5Vnj8/s1600-h/200px-Book_jacket_of_Twilight.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266706724878235570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SRcZ3LCHN7I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/M_dmPG5Vnj8/s320/200px-Book_jacket_of_Twilight.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Benson and I saw a whole collection of it in the bookstore and Benson promise to get me all the 4 books for me as my Christmas present!!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, whatever, i am a nerd. WAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-5210045098476621854?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5210045098476621854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=5210045098476621854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/5210045098476621854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/5210045098476621854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-post.html' title='Random post'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SRcZ3LCHN7I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/M_dmPG5Vnj8/s72-c/200px-Book_jacket_of_Twilight.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-929651261856510017</id><published>2008-11-03T18:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:43:51.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I lost my love</title><content type='html'>There were 3 good friends. Two guys one girl. Namely, guy A, Guy B and ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hang out tgt alot. And guy A &amp;amp; B were like so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then rumours started, that guy A is a gay. Since we were good friends, guy B and Me did not question him. But we hold our doubt. We suspect him. So one day while we were hanging out tgt, guy B and I started to make fun of this sissy who walked passed us. Guy A laughed along and it cleared our doubts and were sure that he is not a gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days later, like usual, they went to chill at the pub. It was weird cos Guy A keeps making Guy B drink. Guy B were drunk after a few pour (its very scarily when he is drunk) and since ME is a girl, ME could not even carry him. ME also is meeting her to-be bf for supper so she have to leave early. So she left the two guy alone. She immediately regretted her decision the next day cos Guy B was nearly 'raped' by Guy A!!! He actually took advantage of a drunk guy! Fortunately, Guy B is still sober enough to tell the difference btw man and woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same night, Guy A msg Guy B that " he wish that he could hug him to sleep and why did he pushed him away?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like WTF!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy B and ME stop contacting Guy A ever since. Okay, ME still talk to him sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did i mention that I actually swore to everyone that Guy A is not a gay!! In fact, we were very very close. And if Benson had not appeared, i might actually like Guy A cos he is so cute (I cannot resist cute guys).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what i could not understand is, he acutally had gf before! So does not make him a ''bi-sexual''?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I could never stand the smirk on B's face every time we have an augment cos he always ends his sentence with "stop arguing with me, ask A come out and see which side will he be standing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of conversation. HE WON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened one year ago and why am I only bringing it up lately? Cos i found him just officially joined a gay group in FB. The display pic showed a man doing blow job for another man. I am officially disgusted by him. But I will still talk to him cos he finally accept what's inside him. We should be happy for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost a cute guy; to another man. ='C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-929651261856510017?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/929651261856510017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=929651261856510017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/929651261856510017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/929651261856510017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-lost-my-love.html' title='I lost my love'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-5973930456206151477</id><published>2008-11-01T02:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T02:21:45.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We tried something new</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Few days back, Audrey and me were shopping in Far East and randomly decided to try something new. The very in thing now - the hair extension!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SQtI0uj18RI/AAAAAAAAAQk/vM02vC7Bd3U/s1600-h/Image120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263380660201320722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SQtI0uj18RI/AAAAAAAAAQk/vM02vC7Bd3U/s320/Image120.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it was initially this length ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SQtI0yTP9mI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Rotegp7zsE4/s1600-h/Image121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263380661205464674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SQtI0yTP9mI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Rotegp7zsE4/s320/Image121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And was extended til ... SO SO LONG!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SQtI1nuzuXI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/7qHs9syznOY/s1600-h/Image117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263380675548133746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SQtI1nuzuXI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/7qHs9syznOY/s320/Image117.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was supposed to be there to accompany her while she do her hair extension but end up having a few strips of purple hair. Its an impulse buying. Anyhow, its only $5 for 5 strips. Now I look so punks! WAHAHAHA.&amp;lt;/p&gt;;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My only concerned was Benson's reaction but apparently, he thinks that its nice and wanted me to bring him there to put a white colour one on the front fringe. =x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then people were like telling me that these are hair from the dead. And some were possessed after wearing in and had dreams about a girl asking for her hair back. Like: "Gimme back my hair...." !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;PS: I dun think there is any chance that these few strips of hair is going to stay there for 3 months cos its falling already! I think its getting thinner and thinner. =( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-5973930456206151477?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5973930456206151477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=5973930456206151477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/5973930456206151477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/5973930456206151477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-tried-something-new.html' title='We tried something new'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SQtI0uj18RI/AAAAAAAAAQk/vM02vC7Bd3U/s72-c/Image120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-2653251861082526383</id><published>2008-10-16T13:10:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:33:39.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My weakness</title><content type='html'>Last night, I went to Zouk. And i realise that I totally could not resist the "Tim" kinda look guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big eyes, tanned, boyish look, neat short hair! OMFG! IT'S FUCKING CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those are the ones I'll like to dance, drink and club with. Its those typical "bad boys" kind. In fact, i am those very "jian" one who likes the 'bad boy' type. Those "nan ren bu huay, nu ren bu ai" type. But I got standard one!! Lolx. I only like those English speaking, sporty, good looking, smart and somehow very flirt kinds of guys. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when it comes to relationship and marriage, it's Benson kind that comes first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world are divided with 2 kinds of guys. One is those who you can hang out and flirt with and those who you can marry. Having date both type before, I would suggest anyone above 21 years old to choose the latter. Because we are too old for flings. Its about time to get serious. In fact, i always believe that fate has all it planned out. If I have not met 2 of those ''bad boys'' before, I'll most probably have broken up with Benson now just because i think that he is too bored and too guai. But because i have 2 bad experiences before, I have yearned to find a "gd men" and am most lucky to find one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyone that is going through bad r/s, dun go and jump!!! Just take it as a lesson that so that one day when you met someone 'bored' you know almost immediately that this is the person you can settle down with and you will no longer be hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that Benson is actually thinking about getting an endowment and start saving for marriage already? Haha. He is totally crazy and sadly, predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum has also been asking me to engage with Benson ever since she knows that I am dating, one of her lame reason is that she is afraid that we will "anyhow anyhow" and gets pregnant. So to assure her and talking her out of the whole engaging thing, I came out with 3 reasons;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) We do aware of pregnancies precaution. There is a medication patch where you can paste it on your body and you wun get pregnant. But the problem is, I have read about women who used it and became vegetable cos of the medicine when into the brain or sth liddat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) We are too poor to even go for abortion. It costs like $700 to kill a life. And we dun have a room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) We dun really trust condom. But then, test has prove us wrong when my brother shows me this video on Utube. ITS FUCKING FUNNY! If that's the size you needa break a condom, rest assure that the penis is safe inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9otFv_9geOQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9otFv_9geOQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited: Benson totally get so angry with me! He gave me permission to go! And if I have even know that this is what i've to go thru when i get back, I SHOULD HAVE DANCE WITH THAT FUCKING CUTE BOY!!!! Why the hell should i even bother to make my friends stop me!!! ARG! I SHOULD HAVE DANCE WITH HIM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-2653251861082526383?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/2653251861082526383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=2653251861082526383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/2653251861082526383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/2653251861082526383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-weakness.html' title='My weakness'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-553391897708090894</id><published>2008-10-11T15:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T20:06:42.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one fking post</title><content type='html'>I should announced that i just gave up a $11/hr long term job. Its a calling center job which require nth much but to pick up a few calls. But the risk is that these calls are actually betting calls. In fact I left 2days to complete and get the job but i just give up liddat. To face my true self, I should admit that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I am afraid of failure due to the high risk from the job but one wrong call and you will be suspended or terminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The job is DAMN BORING cos you just sits there and do nth most of the time. But then, its a gd job becos it basically means that you get paid for doing nth and talking to your fren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I have been trying for the past few weeks and I realise that I have difficulties in keeping myself alert at all times which results me to always taking the wrong calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) i am unable to keep track with jobs that require me to handle cash. I am alright with customer service. In fact, I am doing quite well in my current CR jobs that ppl are already trusting me to handle situation and in charge only after 2months. but when it comes to money, handling risk and staying concentrate, im out of the qns. I feels like an handicap. Like i cant listen properly and i cant calculate properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: All the reasons above does not excuse my inability to do what other people can do. FUCK SHOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: you guys might not even understand what this fucking post is about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited: Feeling horrible right now. Its like giving up without trying. If you tried, you can just tell ppl, hey its that bitch who screw things up! But if you gave up w/o trying, you just have to admit to yourself that you are the bitch that gave everything up! FFFUUCCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-553391897708090894?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/553391897708090894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=553391897708090894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/553391897708090894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/553391897708090894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-fking-post.html' title='one fking post'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-6862055868688096222</id><published>2008-10-06T13:43:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T14:03:54.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its too fucking d to be true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Everything is like too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started two month ago when my mum announced that I could use the spare study room for my own bedroom. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So now, I have my own room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; where i can throw my clothes EVERYWHERE and my books all over the place w/o nagging from my sister who happen to be like Benson, a tidy little freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as when I thought nothing good will happen again, my brother passed his driving lesson! So now, I have a chauffeur whenever i wanna go out. The next best thing is mum actually encourages me to learn driving too, fully sponsored by her. I am so damn shock when she said that! She was like " how much you need? 3K? I'll t/s you tml" So after spending like 3days talking her out of sponsoring me, she finally gave up and let me pay myself. Mind you, my brother paid everything himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's best is, my dad start to ask me to go learn too and promise to buy a car for me and my brother if i get my licence! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM FUCKING SHOCK!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So the next min, i called Benson and ask him to learn driving instead as I only want the car, I hate the ERP and the road in Singapore. I might just end up cursing whenever the cash card is deducted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO i ask him what about my sch fee? We still need money for sch fee. Its 20k over! And he said its no longer a issue!! He had everything settled. And he even gave me $30 hangbao as allowance!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am like SUPER FUCKING SHOCK!!!!! What i guess is that its sponsor by my rich aunty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this morning, mum suggest that i need a television in my room so that i can watch tv till sleep everyday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Benson start to give me surprise like turning up in my workplace with chocolates from Candy Empire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe it. Things are like too fucking gd to be true!!!! Its like walking on this very thin dividing line between happiness and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If there's any word to describe my life now, it would be: Orgasm. ( i am addicted to SEX AND THE CITY series now) LOLx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-6862055868688096222?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6862055868688096222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=6862055868688096222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/6862055868688096222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/6862055868688096222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-too-fucking-d-to-be-true.html' title='Its too fucking d to be true.'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-7656747143879906485</id><published>2008-09-22T12:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T13:26:31.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just realise it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This personality test is taken out from the magazine. It tells you how's your r/s with your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you are modern Cinderella, which of the above would you choose to be left behind so that your prince could find you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Photography&lt;br /&gt;2. Diamond Ring&lt;br /&gt;3. Crystal Shoe&lt;br /&gt;4. Handphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's there answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Photograph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would not allow your partner to understand you. You are straight forward, bad tempered and you like to be in dominant. your partner has to obey you. However, if you find somebody who could understand you, you guys will live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diamond Ring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You have the power to control your partner. To beautify your r/s, you will pretend to be very loving with your partner when in the public. However, the truth is when you guys are alone, you DO NOT CARE about his/her feeling and you find pleasure in controlling him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Crystal Shoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You are traditional and listen to whatever your partner says. And you like to be manipulate by your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Handphone&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will not be controlled by your partner. You take turns to make decision and it will be accepted by both before carried out. You will discuss everything with him and this is a good modern r/s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my answer is definitely hand phone cos that's the fastest and easiest way to be found! But Benson answer is shocking! He actually choose Diamond Ring! And lately, I start to realise that I AM indeed CONTROLLED BY HIM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I do not believe in the result but after testing them on my parents, i totally agreed with it. My mum's choose the diamond Ring and my dad choose the Crystal show. Haha, he is basically automated by her. She even control his sleeping hours. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I tried asking everyone around me. They finally tell me the truth like:&lt;br /&gt;- yes, you can be quite brainless sometime, you always listen to Benson&lt;br /&gt;- aiyah, RongRong no own's opinion one la, she listens to whatever Benson says&lt;br /&gt;- ya, you change alot after with Benson&lt;br /&gt;- why your money control by him? No use ar you! See la, give birth to daughter! (my mum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den i start thinking:&lt;br /&gt;- i gave up clubbing&lt;br /&gt;- did not even tried for air stewardess&lt;br /&gt;- went uni cos he says its good for me&lt;br /&gt;- dun even feel like telling him that I'm in a new job cos he sure starts to ask me quit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it finally dawn me that I've been 70% controlled by him already and will be 100% when we really get marry. I'm doomed. I'm going to lead a life like my dad's. That's what I deserve after laughing at him for 21 years with my brother. i hope he kena this also! HAHAHAHA. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government could not blame people from delaying their marriage till 30s. Who wants to jump into the grave so early?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-7656747143879906485?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/7656747143879906485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=7656747143879906485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/7656747143879906485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/7656747143879906485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-just-realise-it.html' title='I just realise it.'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-5263769293051032468</id><published>2008-09-11T13:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:26:20.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANT!</title><content type='html'>Lately, I kept receiving message from weird guys. Really weird. They seems to know your name and everything. But i think i know how they get hold of my number. I believe that it was from one of my ex company. I am so going to make police report! There is this guy who is so weird and keeps going ard harassing all the girls. He actually ask every girl out! Like..........er...we discuss and realise that? Anyway this is one of the message conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hi Joey, How have you been?&lt;br /&gt;- Er who are you?&lt;br /&gt;- Jason.&lt;br /&gt;- Which Jason? Where did i meet you?&lt;br /&gt;- Double O&lt;br /&gt;- i stop replying cos i never been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den, using the same tactics, he changes his name and used a company number and message me all over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this time i tell him that I have never been to DoubleO, Momo or Zouk at all lately! In fact the chances he finds me in National Library is higher than the possibility of finding me in clubs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he likes to message me in the middle of night. I think all he is looking for is a chance to get any girl into his bed. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;THIS HORNY BASTARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I think he should &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FIND A DOORKNOB&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HOLE and F*CK WITH IT !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Like WTF, he actually had the cheek to message every girl, trying to find chances!!! &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SICKENING HORNY BASTARD!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-5263769293051032468?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5263769293051032468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=5263769293051032468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/5263769293051032468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/5263769293051032468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/09/rant.html' title='RANT!'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-325402188461495194</id><published>2008-08-25T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:46:48.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'IF' game</title><content type='html'>My friend and I were playing this game to kill time. Its called the "IF" game. Senerios were given and you have to choose and give reasons for your answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF:&lt;br /&gt;- God gave you one wish, what would you wish for?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: I would wish for unlimted wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You would be able to have one power, what would you want that power to be?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: I initially wanted to fly but my friend suggest that i should go for the "jumper" power instead. And for those of you would does not know what was that, it means shifting from one places to another in a few second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You are able to choose one actor from Hollywood for a one day date, who would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Zac Efron( super cute) from high school musical or Justin Timberlake (damn Hot). But i will still choose Justin Timberlake cos Benson is cute enough. I need to try something new. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you could give your friend one thing you have, what would you give him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Initially wanted to give all my bad luck but that would be too evil so in the end, I'll just give her my money. Haha, anyway money is after all just money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's all i can remember. At least it keeps us busy thinking until its time to knock off. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-325402188461495194?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/325402188461495194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=325402188461495194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/325402188461495194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/325402188461495194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-game.html' title='The &apos;IF&apos; game'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-5451247202932266866</id><published>2008-08-18T18:47:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T19:20:43.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>" bang bang! "</title><content type='html'>I have not been able to shed the excess fats on my tummy ever since i came back from China. And July/August was really a bloody month - in terms of money and food wise. Everyone seems to born in these two months! Heh. Anyhow, my records:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 3 steamboat buffet in 2weeks&lt;br /&gt;- 3 BBQ in 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;- 1 week of China non-stop eating trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! And there goes my 2months of 100 crunches everyday! Plus an intensive of applying Good-bye Cellulite lotion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, people who knows me knows that I am a freaking ''i wanna be slim bimbo''. So you can imagine how upset I was! And Benson is not helping cos he keeps telling me that i needa exercise more. Well, so other than normal daily crunches, I applied more of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SKlVxEouiGI/AAAAAAAAALM/PsBMRYnhq3Y/s1600-h/200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235810343341426786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SKlVxEouiGI/AAAAAAAAALM/PsBMRYnhq3Y/s320/200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As a student who is earning really little, its really expensive for me BUT i dun mind spending $30 if it really works! AND IT REALLY WORKS! I seriously see result after 2wks! Initially my mum was so angry that I spend money anyhow and after few weeks, she actually encourage me to get The Bio Essence Face Lifting Cream.&lt;/p&gt;She actually make fun of her own daughter's big face. She describe it as ''Swollen". So, after bugging Benson almost everyday, he finally agreed that i can buy the product to give it a try(he is my financial minister).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An acquaintance once told me" RongRong, if i just look at your face photo alone right, i would think that you are a plump girl. I will never expect you to be so skinny!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, i have only started to use it for a week. Pls tell me whether it works or not the next time you see me! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i have to start saving for more of these slimming products!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-5451247202932266866?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5451247202932266866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=5451247202932266866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/5451247202932266866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/5451247202932266866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/08/bang-bang.html' title='&quot; bang bang! &quot;'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SKlVxEouiGI/AAAAAAAAALM/PsBMRYnhq3Y/s72-c/200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-3661376163463807912</id><published>2008-08-07T00:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T14:48:48.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We use technology to share</title><content type='html'>Something interesting to share. Chance upon it when i was watching the news ( my everyday activity. Ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SJnPbRZyODI/AAAAAAAAALE/jJPQV0te0po/s1600-h/tribe_20080530111114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231440509602510898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SJnPbRZyODI/AAAAAAAAALE/jJPQV0te0po/s320/tribe_20080530111114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Source taken from Google. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This pics shows an uncontacted Amazon Indians tribe firing in arrows at a plane. When they mean "uncontacted tribes", it means that these people are isolated from the industrial-technological world. They know nothing about us at all! They dun even know the existence of toilet bowl. Heh ( seriously, this is the first thing that comes into my mind - shitting). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The second instinct is, how do they cook food? What do they eat? Its so interesting. Well, I guess its human instinct that the first thing that comes into one mind is food and bowel problems? LOlx. or is it just me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, you can throw them a 12 carat diamond ring at them and I bet they dun even know that it worth million dollars. So i asked Benson what they might be thinking when they saw a plane and what if we bomb them. Benson joked that these people most probably thought that its a big bird(that probably explain why they try to shoot it with some wooden spares) that shit explosive droppings. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HMMM. interesting. People, you guys should really Google it out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: now im starting to believe in aliens. I mean, who can imagine themselves w/o computer?! Let's start imagining the unimaginable. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-3661376163463807912?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/3661376163463807912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=3661376163463807912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/3661376163463807912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/3661376163463807912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-use-technology-to-share.html' title='We use technology to share'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SJnPbRZyODI/AAAAAAAAALE/jJPQV0te0po/s72-c/tribe_20080530111114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-9188962339279935467</id><published>2008-07-31T17:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T18:00:10.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love love love</title><content type='html'>The air is filled with love and people are getting married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And im invited! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is contagious and So i ask Benson when is our turn and he replied ''5 years later''&lt;br /&gt;''But you said that last year!''&lt;br /&gt;''Oh, did I? Then 4 years later lor''&lt;br /&gt;'' You forgot!''&lt;br /&gt;'' Oh God, You can't expect me to remember what I said last year, do you? I can't even remember what i said yesterday!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women just loves to imagine the unimaginable when men can't even be bothered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-9188962339279935467?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/9188962339279935467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=9188962339279935467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/9188962339279935467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/9188962339279935467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-love-love.html' title='love love love'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-3444944665673423177</id><published>2008-07-24T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T00:19:12.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop the Singlish Campaign!</title><content type='html'>I am working in a whole new environment now. And its full of tourist. Was walking around and chance upon some tourist who were laughing and at Singaporeans' English. One of them were like - '' why the Singaporean English so funny? Always end with '' leh, la, lor, neh'', no wonder its call Singlish! HAHAHAHA!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt SO SO SO embarrassed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it suddenly makes me realized that my ex bf was right. Alright, I used to have this ex whose speaks perfect English becos he was trained to speak properly since he knows how to speak. Whenever he syay any ''lor, la, leh'', his father will SLAP him on his face. So you can imagine how well he can speak. And when i was with him, he always scold me when i say words like ''somemore''. He will get really mad and start nagging and nagging and nagging all night. He will goes like '' What lor? what's a lor? Can you speak properly? Do you think people understand what you are talking? Its important express ourself well!!! that's no such things as LOR!''&lt;br /&gt;So now, I am going to start training myself to speak properly. And i need help from everyone. Anyone who caught me speaking Singlish, kindly hit my hard on my hands. AS HARD AS POSSIBLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for those who prefer not to hurt your own hands, you can fine me $0.10 for every Singlish words i said. Pls people, i need your help. ( you will be surprise how much you can earn in an hour of English session. ben earns abt $2 bucks within half an hour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Benson is not helping at all. He insist that Singaporean should uphold our culture and speak as many Singlish as possible. So I can only start relying on you people. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-3444944665673423177?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/3444944665673423177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=3444944665673423177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/3444944665673423177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/3444944665673423177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/07/stop-singlish-campaign.html' title='Stop the Singlish Campaign!'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-1344786478244681922</id><published>2008-07-19T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T13:57:07.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back With Nothing</title><content type='html'>I'm back; with nothing to show. I lost my digital camera at GuangZhou.&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, we dun even know how we lost it. Going to file a claim with the travel insurance. Hopefully it goes well and am able to get back the amount. It costs us $400 and we only bought like a month. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, there's much gain than lost in this trip. For one thing i am sure is - Benson and me is far from being the most compatible couple.  It was a mistake from the beginning. the differences between us has reach a certain point where i felt like giving up. Nothing i do seems to please him. For a start, i like to stuff my money into the wallet anyhow and his face will turn black immediately and start sorting out the notes neatly. I am like - " do you need me to iron them for you?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is that he is so law by law and rigid that it makes me feel like screaming at him that nobody actually bothers to care if he stand on the right of the escalator ( like the way we stand on the left to let ppl pass) or anyone would care if we speak abit louder becos we are lost and i need to find him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all, he is the engineer who loves science and maths and i am a biz student who hates science and maths. Like oil and water; who never blend in. And it makes me so paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wonder why we are still tgt, it all happens when we were in Guangzhou.&lt;br /&gt;The air pollution was so bad that we cant even see whats opposite. And our nose start bleeding. In the end, we got so tight up and lost concentration in everything and thats when we lost our camera. We were at a Jap restaurant when I've reached a point of telling him that we should go separate way. And the radio start playing this song which brought us tgt in the beginning. So we just sat there and  look at each other, and for one moment, we forgot about getting upset. And for the next few days, the music keeps coming back to us on the street and we were good again. I guess that's fate. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last night, Ben got so ill and develop a high fever due to the pollution which caused his respiration system to get infection. And i have to stay up whole night to take care of him so that by 5am, his fever was gone and cough stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes; i hope that this has brought us closer than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: we did not do anything weird at night if that's what you are wondering. Cos most of the time, he was too ill and i am too tire by the time we go to bed at 2am. The HongKong ppl don't sleep. Their shopping opens up till 12am. HAaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-1344786478244681922?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1344786478244681922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=1344786478244681922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/1344786478244681922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/1344786478244681922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-with-nothing.html' title='Back With Nothing'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-100878109781083185</id><published>2008-07-12T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T23:16:04.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All The Way</title><content type='html'>Less than 24 hours and I am going to China/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HK&lt;/span&gt; and I haven even start packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, Lin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;smsed&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ytday&lt;/span&gt; and complained that she is bored to death. All she does now is being fat and stuck at home with her baby. Its a 24/7 on call job. Sigh, i so hope that she will become skinny and pretty again. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;She was pretty and skinny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 36 year old single friend told me that he have nth to do every Saturday and Sunday because it a family day and none of his friends has time for him. And he is going to get himself a dog to accompany till death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting fat is of my league; and so is only having a dog at my death bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-100878109781083185?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/100878109781083185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=100878109781083185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/100878109781083185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/100878109781083185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-way.html' title='All The Way'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-3996027143285198440</id><published>2008-07-09T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T17:04:54.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting down</title><content type='html'>05 more days to holdiay&lt;br /&gt;04 more days to first taste of vomitting out before my food disgest&lt;br /&gt;03 more days to the zoo&lt;br /&gt;02 more days to your freedom&lt;br /&gt;01 min away from stepping out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live life;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-3996027143285198440?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/3996027143285198440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=3996027143285198440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/3996027143285198440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/3996027143285198440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/07/counting-down.html' title='Counting down'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-1215623822485721769</id><published>2008-06-16T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T17:13:07.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The love business</title><content type='html'>Everytime i think of it, something inside my stomach flips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine standing infront of at least 10 people, emcee-ing for 4hrs events. oh god, bless me.&lt;br /&gt;And i still have to think of what to do for 4hrs. The games and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi people, let me re-introduce myself.&lt;br /&gt;I am Joey and I am in the love - business.&lt;br /&gt;I organise social dating for singles and couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So interested party can contact me at:&lt;br /&gt;Joey: &lt;a href="mailto:rongronglovestochat@hotmail.com"&gt;rongronglovestochat@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-1215623822485721769?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1215623822485721769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=1215623822485721769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/1215623822485721769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/1215623822485721769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-business.html' title='The love business'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-3747949492092768773</id><published>2008-06-12T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T00:44:57.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im happy; more than happy!</title><content type='html'>Oh, my title for this post tells it all. I AM HAPPY! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to explain my previous post, i found out that my worries are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;redundant&lt;/span&gt; since you only need like 34/100 to pass both Maths and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Econs&lt;/span&gt;. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nth makes me happier with fun job! Everything started with my current boss owns a media company. And cos its a newly started company, they used interns/freelance for most of their marketing projects. And now, as everyone knows, i am interested in marketing part and it strikes me the idea to look for freelance too! And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TADADADA&lt;/span&gt;!! I went for couples of interview for freelance events and marketing and amazingly, managed to to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shortlisted&lt;/span&gt; for all that i went.( like 3) HA! So now i have to choose.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; but i personally like the clubbing part. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yar&lt;/span&gt;, even thou the money is l&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ower&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; go for that; you have to do what interest you most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;yar&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all sorta funny things happened during interview. The most common &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;qn&lt;/span&gt; was - '' you have the air stewardess look you know? Why dun join them?'' HA! So many people asked me the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;qn&lt;/span&gt;, so much so that i just simply tell them that i have no interest, just to save &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;explanation&lt;/span&gt; that Ben &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; allow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, exam drained all my energy away. And i must really thank Ben for showing all his support. So on one fine Friday evening, i decided to cook dinner for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SE__OItgA-I/AAAAAAAAAKc/6TJO941c0Hg/s1600-h/Image087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210663912212530146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SE__OItgA-I/AAAAAAAAAKc/6TJO941c0Hg/s320/Image087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;jap's&lt;/span&gt; curry. Even my brother says its nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SE__Oi5ACZI/AAAAAAAAAKk/OWIVhvDVW1Y/s1600-h/Image089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210663919240087954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SE__Oi5ACZI/AAAAAAAAAKk/OWIVhvDVW1Y/s320/Image089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Tht&lt;/span&gt;' ''&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Fu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Rong&lt;/span&gt; Dan''. Inspired to cook that when we walked past a hawker one day and some people were eating. Ben was like drooling. So i decided to cook that for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SE__PCy7bdI/AAAAAAAAAKs/M4eLK-_-g90/s1600-h/Image090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210663927804554706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SE__PCy7bdI/AAAAAAAAAKs/M4eLK-_-g90/s320/Image090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; rice i cook! Its not too hard and not too soft! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SE__Pp-pO1I/AAAAAAAAAK0/X0Zll8zAHwA/s1600-h/Image094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210663938322676562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SE__Pp-pO1I/AAAAAAAAAK0/X0Zll8zAHwA/s320/Image094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben finished the last bit...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SE__PzrvmHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/2_8Av2mk0cQ/s1600-h/Image093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210663940927756402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SE__PzrvmHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/2_8Av2mk0cQ/s320/Image093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;TADA&lt;/span&gt;! CLEARED! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* mum was even doubting my ability, she even wants to fake it by asking dad to cook and tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt; that i cook it. TOO BAD! Even she said it was good!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ha, so now i just have to be good in bed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;fulfil&lt;/span&gt; a perfect wife. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. kidding, oh well, i will try my best 5yrs later; after we got marry. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-3747949492092768773?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/3747949492092768773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=3747949492092768773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/3747949492092768773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/3747949492092768773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-happy-more-than-happy.html' title='im happy; more than happy!'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SE__OItgA-I/AAAAAAAAAKc/6TJO941c0Hg/s72-c/Image087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-2808242145569831874</id><published>2008-06-01T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T16:15:00.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BiG MUGGING TIME</title><content type='html'>As much as i regretted that i have wasted my poly years away without studying hard, i still have to say that i hate study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't figure out math.&lt;br /&gt;Especially integral and differentiation.&lt;br /&gt;And Ben was determined to make me understand.&lt;br /&gt;And he taught me whole night.&lt;br /&gt;So i ended up crying -really crying.&lt;br /&gt;I was like " Oh man, i am so gonna fail! I carn do all the qns on the paper at all. And i dun even know how to do simple algebra!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reason why im crying is because it makes me look so dump in front of my bf. And somehow i just feels like im a bimbo who only knows how to shop and spend money and polish my nails all stuff. And looks gd outside but empty inside. And sometimes, I just hate myself for being so blur. - i really hate it. Its like nth i do is right. I dunno izzit my care-less nature or its just me being incapable of doing anything except make myself looks pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, i really want to achieve sth in my life other than being a housewife lives her days, rotting away at home. And i can be as competitive as anyone would be. And I could be as egoistic as a men.&lt;br /&gt;However, i doubt i can achieve anything with such a blur character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, ppl will just start to say, its just opposite attraction. Cos the bf is so smart, he likes stupid and dumb gal. that's why ben likes rongrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and btw, everybody is commenting that i look older than ben by a year instead of the opposite. Oh great, so now im a stupid and old women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i should go back to my math and mug for my exam on tuesday and wednesday. Shit hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ppl, add me in my new msn add. the old one got screwed up and left 25 contacts overnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-2808242145569831874?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/2808242145569831874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/2808242145569831874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/06/big-mugging-time.html' title='BiG MUGGING TIME'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-1605381558256639521</id><published>2008-05-26T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T14:49:16.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mega Updates</title><content type='html'>Its mega update time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated one year anniversary with Ben on the 13th may. Went to Gallery at Sembawang Park for dinner and ate some nice food. Ambiance there was great except the mosquitoes. And they only like Ben's blood. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SDpYDIhCpVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/mikpB0x90ug/s1600-h/P1305080007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204569130228950354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SDpYDIhCpVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/mikpB0x90ug/s320/P1305080007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had smoked salmon first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SDpYDYhCpWI/AAAAAAAAAJk/bqDEq21z1EA/s1600-h/P1305080009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204569134523917666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SDpYDYhCpWI/AAAAAAAAAJk/bqDEq21z1EA/s320/P1305080009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Den chicken wingsss!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SDpYDYhCpXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/4Bxz0XbR2oc/s1600-h/P1305080011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204569134523917682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SDpYDYhCpXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/4Bxz0XbR2oc/s320/P1305080011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Recommended Dish - Fish and Chip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SDpa6ohCpbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/fy89jWSlW-A/s1600-h/P1305080013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204572282734945714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SDpa6ohCpbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/fy89jWSlW-A/s320/P1305080013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lamb Chop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SDpZ3IhCpaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/PYD5gtf8dI8/s1600-h/Image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204571123093775778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SDpZ3IhCpaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/PYD5gtf8dI8/s320/Image042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And niceeeee flowerss!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Den I finally officially graduated from NYP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SDpbjIhCpcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/6d3OLaCiO7g/s1600-h/Image078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204572978519647682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SDpbjIhCpcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/6d3OLaCiO7g/s320/Image078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yup. Only Ben went for my grad ceremony. My parents were 'so busy'.They needa work ( bet its a different stories when my brother turn.) oh well, i can better off telling them that they can also skip my uni grad, my wedding since they are so busy and needa work. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i truly believe that Benson is more than enough. Since even song lyrics wrote:&lt;br /&gt;But how do you expect me&lt;br /&gt;To live alone with just me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my world revolves around you&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard for me to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, i am having my exams next week.SIGH. You can find me in National Library from thursday till Monday, 11am -9pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-1605381558256639521?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1605381558256639521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=1605381558256639521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/1605381558256639521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/1605381558256639521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/05/mega-updates.html' title='Mega Updates'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SDpYDIhCpVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/mikpB0x90ug/s72-c/P1305080007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-6579867283984258587</id><published>2008-05-08T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T18:18:28.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lil helping hand</title><content type='html'>when you are having your dinner,&lt;br /&gt;someone out there is starving.&lt;br /&gt;when you are at home, sleeping and watching tv,&lt;br /&gt;someone out there is homeless, nowhere to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so kindly show a lil of kindness and donate a small amount to these needy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, the feeling is better than shopping and spending that same amount on some clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mercyrelief.org/"&gt;click here: knw about the world.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SCLTMzQJaGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/DulN6OjM6VY/s1600-h/DONATION.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197949136808798306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SCLTMzQJaGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/DulN6OjM6VY/s320/DONATION.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-6579867283984258587?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6579867283984258587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=6579867283984258587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/6579867283984258587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/6579867283984258587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/05/lil-helping-hand.html' title='A lil helping hand'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/SCLTMzQJaGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/DulN6OjM6VY/s72-c/DONATION.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-405928368288531001</id><published>2008-05-06T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T00:57:27.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No wonder i felt so liiggght</title><content type='html'>I did the blurriest thing ever in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up, bathe, went out to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the coffee shop, eat lunch den post office to send mails...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did dozen of things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shop ard Bugis for an hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den realised that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I DID NOT WEAR MY BRA OUT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i dun think i'll ever realise if i never go buy leggings. You see, i wore a dress out today and realised that its shrink and become too short. So i decided to buy at bugis street since i am working there. So you can see, i bought and wear it on the spot. It was then i realised &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i touch my breast when i pull the dress up!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am blur enough to carrying on shopping and realised it only after i am reaching my work place! i was like - heh!!! How come i touched my breast straight away just now? DEN I REALISED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to BHG and bought a bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even thought of not wearing. anyway, i dun even feel like wearing anyway cos it does not make any difference since it just two tiny humps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-405928368288531001?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/405928368288531001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=405928368288531001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/405928368288531001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/405928368288531001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-wonder-i-felt-so-liiggght.html' title='No wonder i felt so liiggght'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-8588684252666264355</id><published>2008-05-05T00:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T02:18:32.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Signs</title><content type='html'>Looking back one year ago, i am quite different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, i was sweeter den,&lt;br /&gt;more patient,&lt;br /&gt;less bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think this is my true color.&lt;br /&gt;I should stop being so bitchy; really.&lt;br /&gt;And you want to know why some nice guys leave their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt; for another girl after a long r/s? Cos sometimes, women can just be so bitchy. They bitch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pratically&lt;/span&gt; at everything, anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people tend to control another when they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tgt&lt;/span&gt; for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop bitching at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt; every now and then. Cos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt; is those who never lost his temper. So far, less than 3items. but i think i must be very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;irritating&lt;/span&gt; lately and he is still keeping quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i saw the signs. where people are reminding me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tht&lt;/span&gt; he could go for better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need to be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extract &amp;amp; Edited: Secondhand Serenade - Fall For You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about tonight's that we're not fighting&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that we have been this way before&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't think that I am trying&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wearing thin down to the core&lt;br /&gt;But hold your breathe&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight will be the night that You will fall for me Over again&lt;br /&gt;I won't make you change your mind&lt;br /&gt;Or I wont live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;Because a guy like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;Your impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I intended&lt;br /&gt;I always swore to you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; never fall apart&lt;br /&gt;You always thought that I was stronger&lt;br /&gt;I may of failed&lt;br /&gt;But I have loved you from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because a guy like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;Your impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got so upset when we fight cos we never fight more then 5times since the day we started. i just get so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt; lately. Complaining everything he does. and i never even did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tht&lt;/span&gt; before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-8588684252666264355?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/8588684252666264355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=8588684252666264355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/8588684252666264355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/8588684252666264355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/05/signs.html' title='The Signs'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-4151596720599999253</id><published>2008-04-22T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T02:33:20.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop making love in the public; dogs</title><content type='html'>Excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benson's holiday is tarting next wk and we have everything planned out:&lt;br /&gt;- Spa/massage tgt next monday!&lt;br /&gt;- Buffet at COCA restaurant on Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;- Celebrate our one year anniversary tgt&lt;br /&gt;- HK/China Trip in July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, im so exited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lil things i always do:&lt;br /&gt;- Spot check his hp - but he cannot do tht to me cos he is like totally not trusting me and i hate it. But i can do tht to him cos men are mostly jerks. HAHA. whatever, im tt unreasonable. really.&lt;br /&gt;- He muz spend at least 24hrs with me everywk - even during his exam period; dun gimme excuses! yeah, im unreasonable, seriously. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i handmade a calendar to him, which starts from April 2007 till May 2008. From the day we met till our 1year anniversary. Its abit ugly, but i hope he likes it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wanted to upload my pics taken tgt on my last day of work with my frenz but i am too lazy. will try to next time thou*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was walking home today with Benson when we saw 2dogs playing ard. So we stopped and looked and was shocked to find them actually making out in the middle of the streets! Gosh, i din know that was the "Doggy Style" till Ben told me. So now i know.... heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-4151596720599999253?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/4151596720599999253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=4151596720599999253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/4151596720599999253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/4151596720599999253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/04/stop-making-love-in-public-dogs.html' title='Stop making love in the public; dogs'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-761387804480256543</id><published>2008-04-11T04:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T13:57:02.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacky</title><content type='html'>Have been skipping work for like 2days in a row. Yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; really sick this time. Suffering &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hypotension&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;abnormal&lt;/span&gt; low blood pressure. Oh crap. Normal people have blood pressure of 90-120 and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mine's&lt;/span&gt; like only 82. So I always feels giddy and it get worst when i am having my periods. Ironically, i am also suffering from underweight with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BMI&lt;/span&gt; of 16/17. Its so stupid when i ate 5meals a day and supper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;every night&lt;/span&gt;. Everything is not growing except my tummy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been attending the bridging class already. I totally hate math. I hate digits. It takes me ages to understand the steps and all. Den my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt; bf took my paper and the first comment he makes is " oh these are easy. they are all basic math!'' So he call A math basic math. And he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;finalised&lt;/span&gt; his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;comment&lt;/span&gt; with " you can dun go the classes la, i teach you if you want, its quite easy. Score at least 80&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yar&lt;/span&gt;?'' I really dun care how much i going to score really. Just pass will do. So Ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Dai&lt;/span&gt; n XS all, you guys know who to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;approach&lt;/span&gt; when you dunno what to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;yar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;aud&lt;/span&gt; went to SIM and saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R_2qnNr7ZgI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ba5jaUVVgJ4/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187489936466208258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R_2qnNr7ZgI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ba5jaUVVgJ4/s320/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Aud&lt;/span&gt; just scream out loud and jumped. So we ended up laughing at it. Damn it looks real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R_2rLNr7ZhI/AAAAAAAAAJM/0u6-B8mg4VM/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187490554941498898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R_2rLNr7ZhI/AAAAAAAAAJM/0u6-B8mg4VM/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then me and Ben were taking train home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tgt&lt;/span&gt; when we saw a ghostly like women in front of us. She wears long shirt, long dress and had a long hair. We totally kept a distance from her and people who walked passed her were all shock by her appearance and some even look back and start commenting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;tht&lt;/span&gt; she looks scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; hum chi. really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-761387804480256543?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/761387804480256543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=761387804480256543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/761387804480256543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/761387804480256543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/04/slacky.html' title='Slacky'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R_2qnNr7ZgI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ba5jaUVVgJ4/s72-c/Image029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-2336055839904563613</id><published>2008-04-02T06:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T15:47:35.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHat else can i say?</title><content type='html'>Had been extremely busy lately. And i woke up unwell, not feeling to work. So i took one day leave though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alr&lt;/span&gt; made arrangement with others to have buffet dinner with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here its goes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up at 6am and work till 4.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;go home, do some blog biz if there's no classes at night.&lt;br /&gt;If there is classes, i have to go to class(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;clementi&lt;/span&gt;) and study till 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE FUCKING TIRE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though mum insist that she have more than enough money to pay for my sch fee but i also stubbornly insist on paying half myself cos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; already 21 and i should not be using my parents money anymore. Its a shame to use your parent's money when you are an adult already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some fucking idiot came and told me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tht&lt;/span&gt; he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gg&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;uk&lt;/span&gt; and he had never work in his life b4 and it sounds interesting. fucking piece of shit still dare to date me out for coffee. like i fucking care to entertain his coffee. boos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if god is to trade someone as handsome as tom cruise and as rich as bill gates with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;benson&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; tell him i keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;benson&lt;/span&gt;. like fucking hell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; never been going out with someone rich but i never like.&lt;br /&gt;when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;benson&lt;/span&gt; brought me to an expensive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be so touch cos i know that he can always use that money to buy what he wants but instead he is spending on me. and rather, if these fucking idiot brings me to an expensive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; just laugh to myself that i just 'tan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tio&lt;/span&gt;'. Like i never tried that b4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-2336055839904563613?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/2336055839904563613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=2336055839904563613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/2336055839904563613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/2336055839904563613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-else-can-i-say.html' title='WHat else can i say?'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-6678187732117349950</id><published>2008-03-25T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T03:38:15.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i slept too much in the morning. I hardly yawn now &amp;amp; its already 3.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Thursday to come; i need to start working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I've been making good use of my time anyway and Ben thinks that i totally deserve a 1 &amp;amp; half week break. But its feels like i took a 1 year break already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been trying very hard to set my lil &lt;a href="http://watthespree.blogspot.com/"&gt;blogshop&lt;/a&gt; biz straight. Its not sth big or earning much but overall, its still sustainable. But i kinda screwed up the financial part and have to start counting properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though i am not out there hanging ard, i must say that i am not an ugly attach girl =) Know quite a couple of pretty cute looking young/smart chap. You people know me; i can never resist gd looking guys. Yeah, i know i m shallow piece of shit. LOLx. But cool, im totally true to one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben has been worrying abt my new working place. With all the doctors around, he thinks i might be attracting unwanted attention. So i told him: "You think i Miss World ar? Crazy. I also not very pretty!" (alright, this might sounds physic but part of me was actually happy that he cares)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing i've up to is planning my Zouk night with my cousin (pathetic yar? still need to plan). And Ben refused to talk to me about this because he thinks that my 19yrs old cousin is "too friendly" to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-6678187732117349950?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6678187732117349950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=6678187732117349950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/6678187732117349950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/6678187732117349950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-think-i-slept-too-much-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-3999752188307464633</id><published>2008-03-14T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T23:47:44.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very waily bitccch</title><content type='html'>Holiday and PMS makes me grumpy.Slacking around the house makes me think of my hardworking, busy boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so much free time, you will most naturally stick to your boyfriend. BUT as usual, he is so busy with his sch work. So much you can expect from having a ''so clever'' bf. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i can never be a housewife. Felt like i ain't living when i am not outside. So hate staying home. So nothing to do!So before i became a bitch who complaints and wails everyday because i am too free and my bf is living a normal life, i should seriously find something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R9lLkPY2dvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rLVpuvIBe4o/s1600-h/warholizer8167640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177252332617234162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R9lLkPY2dvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rLVpuvIBe4o/s320/warholizer8167640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That was before i became a waily bitch. LOLx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-3999752188307464633?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/3999752188307464633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=3999752188307464633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/3999752188307464633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/3999752188307464633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/03/holiday-and-pms-makes-me-grumpy.html' title='A very waily bitccch'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R9lLkPY2dvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rLVpuvIBe4o/s72-c/warholizer8167640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-2860815313166195881</id><published>2008-03-10T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T02:41:03.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything just dawn me suddenly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was working when it suddenly dawn me that I graduated and wun be going back to school. And i wun be seeing my dear friends anymore. =x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was working with Audrey as fairies giving out flyers at VivoCity Tangs. It did not occurr to me for the past few days that i wun be seeing my frens anymore until today, our last day of work. Cos i finally realise that this might be the last time i hang out with Aud! I am so going to miss Yvoone, XS, Aud, Mich, Dai, Fs. SO MUCH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many kids walked up to us and asked if we are the real fairies. Some of the things encountered:&lt;br /&gt;* Photo taking session with kids, tourist and ti kok pek&lt;br /&gt;* ti kok pek following us around the mall as we walked (one even walk and dig his nose at the same time)&lt;br /&gt;* Mother making us lying to the kids that we are real fairies&lt;br /&gt;* kids tagging us and tell us we are so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;* people asking if we can fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;* when caught on the phone, just tell people im reporting back to the heaven.&lt;br /&gt;* when met kids in the toilet, have to explain that fairies also need to pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, updates on the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/warongrong/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fairy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/warongrong/fairy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fairies love high tech phone camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/warongrong/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fairy3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/warongrong/fairy3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's inside fairies' bag. Yeah handphone is a must! Some kids peep into the basket and were surprise to see hp and drinks. THEY WERE LIKE WOOWW!! Fairies drink ice lemon tea de ar?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/warongrong/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fairy2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/warongrong/fairy2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fairy that wear cheap plastic shoe that only cost $5. Nice and comfy. Most comfy shoe i ever wore.NO blister and cheap. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/warongrong/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fairy1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/warongrong/fairy1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fairy has thick make up. I TOTALLY LOVE THIS LIP GLOSS! ITS THE FIRST TIME MY LIP DON LOOK LIKE ITS SWELLING!!!! $21 after discount! ARRG. SO  gonna get it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/warongrong/?action=view&amp;amp;current=try.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/warongrong/try.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last photo taken in the costume shop when we are trying on costume. Aud tried the kimono. I wanted to try the Victoria style kind but it was to bulky. Its a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUN PLACE&lt;/span&gt;. Where you can find practically anything under the sun there. You can even find some walking dead costume. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ITS SO FUN! GO THERE IF YOU HAVE ANY THEME PARTY!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-2860815313166195881?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/2860815313166195881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=2860815313166195881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/2860815313166195881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/2860815313166195881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/03/everything-just-dawn-me-suddenly.html' title='Everything just dawn me suddenly'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-5523691026848077651</id><published>2008-03-04T06:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T14:09:00.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrepreneur</title><content type='html'>I was taught in school that an entrepreneur is one who is:&lt;br /&gt;* innovative&lt;br /&gt;*creative&lt;br /&gt;*dare to do something different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As such, i applied what i learnt in school everywhere i go. Was in the train with Ben when i saw this person standing beside us and it strikes a business idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R8uSVF3nreI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5NhHecfI1Ow/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173389488015519202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R8uSVF3nreI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5NhHecfI1Ow/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R8uSV13nrfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/UAUyTTupawU/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173389500900421106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R8uSV13nrfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/UAUyTTupawU/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, he is basically wearing an America Continent map and being a biz student with huge entrep mindset, i came up with a great biz idea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben initially suggested of making a singapore map so that you can be a walking map and people can ask direction so i improvised his idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;WE CAN CHANGE THIS TO A HUMAN BODY MAP!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!! It will be like some kinda &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sex toys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! WAHAHAHA. You know, like where you need to FIND 'P ISLAND" or "Nipple ISLAND" and there will be some kinda instruction to find it. WAHAHA. Idea man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told Ben about my big idea. And he was like - eeeeeeeeee you ti kok leh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Its a wonder how many cocking stuff i can think of when i haven tried sex myself. Think my imagination can run wilder if i did really tried it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IF YOU SEE THIS IN SEX TOYS SHOP, THEY ARE SO STEALING MY IDEA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: last paper tml and i am here, crapping out of the corner of my mouth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-5523691026848077651?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5523691026848077651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=5523691026848077651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/5523691026848077651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/5523691026848077651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/03/entrepreneur.html' title='Entrepreneur'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R8uSVF3nreI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5NhHecfI1Ow/s72-c/Image015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-7532361773832309322</id><published>2008-03-03T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T23:10:48.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh well, relative</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to my aunt cum nanny's 70th birthday at Holiday Inn yesterday. And i saw soooo many 'relatives'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went there, was trying to look for the ballroom when we saw one of the uncle. And he totally just walked past us like stranger. I was bored to tear the whole night. Everybody was like " wah nor nor (my Hakka name) so big already ar, how old liao ar"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;''Not Nor Nor like. Is YongYong! HAHAHA'' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Funny Meh? I wasn't even laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they ask the same qns every year? Can't they just bloodly remember? Anyhow, i ain't in any position to complaint since one of my cousin (who i used to played with until i was 5) said he saw me on the road alot of times and i did not recognised him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i totally hate going to the toilet cos its the place where you always meet and stuck with these strangers. And sometimes when i was inside the cubicle and when some of them walk in, i would feel like hiding inside till everyone is gone so that i dun have to go out and talk to them. But i still went out cos there was only 2 cubicles and you just have to be considerate since there's already a long queue outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I STILL LOVE MY NANNY!! She's my fav aunt. I love to go her place cos she always give me $40 hangbao every year. I hope she'll live till 120 and come for my wedding and my child's birthday. BET HER HANGBAO WILL BE HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173158259861204386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R8rAB13nraI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8-8Me-hSkdw/s200/Zack031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's my fav AUNT!! (I know i always wear the same dress for functions. HA! Anyway nobody knows mah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R8rACV3nrbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/s3BsChIbYLE/s1600-h/Zack023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173158268451138994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R8rACV3nrbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/s3BsChIbYLE/s200/Zack023.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And me and my bro start cam-whoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R8rADV3nrcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/qpkdv-JPmLs/s1600-h/Zack034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173158285631008194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R8rADV3nrcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/qpkdv-JPmLs/s200/Zack034.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just some random pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R8rAEl3nrdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/RAecZ66dniQ/s1600-h/Zack033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173158307105844690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R8rAEl3nrdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/RAecZ66dniQ/s200/Zack033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And all i think of that night is FOOD!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-7532361773832309322?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/7532361773832309322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=7532361773832309322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/7532361773832309322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/7532361773832309322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-well-relative.html' title='Oh well, relative'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R8rAB13nraI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8-8Me-hSkdw/s72-c/Zack031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-9189029214565293981</id><published>2008-02-26T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T16:29:56.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blahs</title><content type='html'>Oh man, exam starts on Thursday and i haven start any revision at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ben is already mugging for his exam on April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iam dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can predict that i'll start blaming myself for my last min studying on wed. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-9189029214565293981?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/9189029214565293981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=9189029214565293981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/9189029214565293981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/9189029214565293981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/02/blahs.html' title='Blahs'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-6392213241627801942</id><published>2008-02-21T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:10:18.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've been up to</title><content type='html'>As promised, i should upload my kuku hair for everyone to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the big different and you know why i call it a kuku hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R7xB81O5IkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Gii_YOB_ckM/s1600-h/kuku.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169078985651987010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R7xB81O5IkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Gii_YOB_ckM/s400/kuku.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like everyone said, its pointless to cry over spill over milk. So, with the help of my classmates, i manage to make my new kuku hair better! And i did get a few nice comments from people. But i still hate this hair. it makes me wake up earlier to style and wax it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outdated pic that i wanted to upload long time ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R7xBvFO5IjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/UwjuwMiN6Po/s1600-h/DSC00162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169078749428785714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R7xBvFO5IjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/UwjuwMiN6Po/s320/DSC00162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made an Unagi Bento for Ben one day after Valentien Day. It was surprisingly yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-6392213241627801942?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6392213241627801942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=6392213241627801942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/6392213241627801942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/6392213241627801942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-ive-been-up-to.html' title='What I&apos;ve been up to'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R7xB81O5IkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Gii_YOB_ckM/s72-c/kuku.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-2732104240160544429</id><published>2008-02-15T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T19:36:48.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking CB kuku ugly mushroom Haricut</title><content type='html'>i got this fucking cb kuku ugly knn bloody mushroom haircut from Plaza Singapura Reds. Knn cb mushroom haircut cost me $32 and not to mention the tears i poured over whenever i look into the mirror. And theres no way to cover this fucking cb ulgy mushroom haircut since i have presentation almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a fucking cb knn bloody teary valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working and there is nothing to do. Was looking through the photos and realizes half of my folders were filled with Ben's photos. i truly love beautiful Ben. No, not celebrating vday. kind of celebrated yday. Went to Shukudo - a new jap restaurant at Raffles.  And will be cooking jap bento for Ben tml.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-2732104240160544429?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/2732104240160544429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=2732104240160544429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/2732104240160544429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/2732104240160544429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/02/fucking-cb-kuku-ugly-mushroom-haricut.html' title='Fucking CB kuku ugly mushroom Haricut'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6068775761268060663.post-445983539624104440</id><published>2008-02-07T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T02:29:25.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets all get together!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R6n6iZVHgKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vS9jjBh-nrY/s1600-h/bd+EC.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R6n6iZVHgKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vS9jjBh-nrY/s320/bd+EC.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163933916578939042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R6n6i5VHgLI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5IqszzBRgNE/s1600-h/waraku.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R6n6i5VHgLI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5IqszzBRgNE/s320/waraku.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163933925168873650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R6n6jJVHgMI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zT5vvlWYOc0/s1600-h/kissdar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R6n6jJVHgMI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zT5vvlWYOc0/s320/kissdar.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163933929463840962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love Birthday Kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R6n6jZVHgNI/AAAAAAAAAFs/alP9lBC3y6Y/s1600-h/chiong.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R6n6jZVHgNI/AAAAAAAAAFs/alP9lBC3y6Y/s320/chiong.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163933933758808274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then we went to Chinatown few days ago and tonight for last min chiong! =) Cheap Cheap, bought 5 boxes of Haw Bee Ham for only $10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R6n6jpVHgOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/v5dl65vPnms/s1600-h/GXFC.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R6n6jpVHgOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/v5dl65vPnms/s320/GXFC.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163933938053775586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R6n6vJVHgPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4Gsdwg2xt-Q/s1600-h/makan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R6n6vJVHgPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4Gsdwg2xt-Q/s320/makan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163934135622271218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This photo is taken from a coffee shop " china town. Apparently, people are sitting @ the side of the road eating dim sum. So me and Ben was like - dun they feel weird? Hmmmm.....Well, at least we will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R6n6vZVHgQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8kmpVDoHVOM/s1600-h/tissue.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R6n6vZVHgQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8kmpVDoHVOM/s320/tissue.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163934139917238530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6068775761268060663-445983539624104440?l=joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/feeds/445983539624104440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6068775761268060663&amp;postID=445983539624104440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/445983539624104440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6068775761268060663/posts/default/445983539624104440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeythebabykangaroo.blogspot.com/2008/02/lets-get-altogether.html' title='Lets all get together!'/><author><name>rongrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08474987738285601361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MxjrCrlbedg/R6n6iZVHgKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vS9jjBh-nrY/s72-c/bd+EC.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
