<?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-15029395</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:28:51.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We create our own feeling by the thoughts we chose</title><subtitle type='html'>On 7th July 1984, a little princess was being born. She create trouble to her lao ma, la pa n kor kor since then.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15029395.post-5533888905972070887</id><published>2009-05-22T00:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T01:43:53.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hj's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's Huijuan's birthday! Yeah... 1 year older... We went to IMM for dinner, followed by present shopping. (Oops.. I forgot to take a picture of her present!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338318642464063986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lESBcJTMgpM/ShWEhY3qgfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/IQ2HdxPldWk/s320/P1000777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All those who were present&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was a big joke about how Weilin was being just a little bit slightly Fatter than secondary school days (a huge comment made by Weiqiang). Well... It really bothered her. So much so that she decided to hide behind us. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lESBcJTMgpM/ShWQKMuXxMI/AAAAAAAAACY/tSVE0yRqttY/s1600-h/P1000776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338331438206403778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lESBcJTMgpM/ShWQKMuXxMI/AAAAAAAAACY/tSVE0yRqttY/s320/P1000776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At last, we found someone who had a bigger head than her. You are not fat, Weilin! We all love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lESBcJTMgpM/ShWRUd81XkI/AAAAAAAAACg/YwWL0rzxIhg/s1600-h/P1000780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338332714140786242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lESBcJTMgpM/ShWRUd81XkI/AAAAAAAAACg/YwWL0rzxIhg/s320/P1000780.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You rock!&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/15029395-5533888905972070887?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/5533888905972070887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=5533888905972070887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/5533888905972070887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/5533888905972070887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2009/05/hjs-birthday.html' title='Hj&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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/_lESBcJTMgpM/ShWEhY3qgfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/IQ2HdxPldWk/s72-c/P1000777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15029395.post-2856452676456597756</id><published>2009-05-16T01:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T01:27:13.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am still alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By popular demand, I am back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will post the pictures from Hj's bday soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coming soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-2856452676456597756?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/2856452676456597756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=2856452676456597756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/2856452676456597756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/2856452676456597756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-still-alive-by-popular-demand-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-3914200918327338441</id><published>2008-07-07T08:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T09:06:10.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rock and roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lESBcJTMgpM/SHFpHRu6R-I/AAAAAAAAABc/rXBnwnH028w/s1600-h/Presentation1.jpg"&gt;It's my day again~ I'm quite contented this year. I am grateful for the nice company I have. I bet I will gain weight with all the nice food around. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220069016839276514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lESBcJTMgpM/SHFpHRu6R-I/AAAAAAAAABc/rXBnwnH028w/s320/Presentation1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 1st rock and roll was with Ms Yao. It feels like any other day. But I guess it was the company that matters. We had lunch at wheelock. The sweetest part was just as we were about to leave, Tianyi wanted to buy DQ. So Jerry waited for us somewhere. Then Tianyi bought a brownie with ice cream. Guess what? Jerry bought a cake waiting at Coffee bean for me. The couple really have telepathy! So sweet~ Thanks, girl! I really enjoyed myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 2nd Rock and roll? It was with my best guy friend, Mr Xu! We had a great time, teasing each other about the past. Gosh~ I cant believe that time flies. We had known each other for so long. I forgot to take pictures with him. Never mind, there's always a next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next rock and roll was with Richmond~ We had fish and co. We were happily chatting about my work (Alright my work is a huge part of me now!). He was so sweet too. He actually got me a perfume. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I had my 4th rock and roll with Mr and Mrs To. We had dinner at East Ocean. Too bad, my beloved Brother could not make it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lESBcJTMgpM/SHFq-7O03uI/AAAAAAAAABk/t_ChnTn5F8E/s1600-h/P1000342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220071072383426274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="182" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lESBcJTMgpM/SHFq-7O03uI/AAAAAAAAABk/t_ChnTn5F8E/s320/P1000342.JPG" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be looking forward to the next up coming one, with my wacky family. It's been some time since I meet up with them. I could not make it the last time. I bet there will be loads of laughter this time! I hope that I will not be the topic (If you guys know what I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the messages I received. Yeah~ I am older now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-3914200918327338441?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/3914200918327338441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=3914200918327338441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/3914200918327338441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/3914200918327338441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2008/07/rock-and-roll.html' title='The Rock and roll'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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/_lESBcJTMgpM/SHFpHRu6R-I/AAAAAAAAABc/rXBnwnH028w/s72-c/Presentation1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15029395.post-3795013969746616341</id><published>2008-06-23T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:24:17.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, I am bored of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blogskin&lt;/span&gt;! I like the new blog skin. I went for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cheyanne's&lt;/span&gt; wedding last Sat. Oh my, I love the way she planned her wedding. It's .. it's just like her. Now I do believe every wedding should have their own character. It was held in fort canning. The theme?? Garden wedding. It was my first church wedding. She had a band playing music as she make her entrance. I guess she really love Singapore. The bridesmaids were wearing the "Singaporean" style dresses. After the vows taking, it was the marching out. Guess what? The background music was " I feel good!" Then the couple danced out. What a funny couple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the buffet-style dinner, the maid of honour and man of honour each spoke about their relationship with the couple. The maid of honour was crying as she recalled the deep bond between her and the bride. It was so touching. After some games, the couple made their speech. Then the groom said" The vows were not enough to represent my love for you." Then he recite a poem. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; remember the exact words but it was all about no matter how her life is screwed up, he will always be there for her. So sweet. I could never forget the way he look at her as she walk down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Cheyanne,&lt;br /&gt;Hey girl, you are the bravest woman I have ever met. You taught me alot. About life, about language, about relationship. Like what your brother in law said, you represent your family, Singapore and yourself well with your confidence, out spoken character and beauty. I believe that you have found your well-deserved happiness. All the best in your new chapter in you life. Do keep in touch. No matter where you will be, you have my blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-3795013969746616341?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/3795013969746616341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=3795013969746616341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/3795013969746616341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/3795013969746616341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally-i-am-bored-of-my-blogskin-i.html' title=''/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-7059752197935710940</id><published>2008-06-19T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T22:13:33.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally I have time to write. Or it is just an excuse. Anyway, I feel that sometimes you need the special mood for writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from Taiwan for 3 weeks. I miss every part of Taiwan. Can we go back again? Oh my, all the things look so sweet (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; the accessories). I bought loads of food back (1 box?). Looking back, I gain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. The laughter, the secret tips of beauty (Now I have SK6~), the jokes of my Golden brand tour guide, the food and my loots! Now taiwan have my footsteps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go for a small trip again ( maybe to some island). I guess my wants are more than my needs. It's time for me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;restraint&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt;. I need to set &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;priorities&lt;/span&gt; right. I am working hard on my work. Finally, I think I am getting the hang of it. But for the bigger picture, I will have to make a tough decision (Let me set my thinking hat going).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-7059752197935710940?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/7059752197935710940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=7059752197935710940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/7059752197935710940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/7059752197935710940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally-i-have-time-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-4117563670459978553</id><published>2008-04-29T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:55:06.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A peek in Jolene's Life</title><content type='html'>Oh my... finally, I have the time to type. I have a million things that I wish to update. Well.. Where should I begin first? Let's start with work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself being so antisocial. However, I need my sleep. The past 2 to 3 months was hell for me. I had never been so stressful in the whole of my life. Reason? My fat "son"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His case was very challenging for my team. He will be overexcited and engaged himself in this la-la land within like minutes. Hence, it is very challenging to teach him new skills as he will forget after minutes. He had been with us for like 3 months. He had never shown any improvement. He is a slow learner. He cant link words to objects (meaning: he will not be able to learn receptively or labels). He will not persist on anything for more than 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mintues&lt;/span&gt;. You have to keep his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sucess&lt;/span&gt; rate up. I have to reinforce his good behaviour every trial (a box full of toys, bringing it wherever I go), take data, think of prompts and prepare for the next trial within like 10 seconds? To ensure his interest in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reinforcers&lt;/span&gt;, I need to change the toys after every 15 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mintues&lt;/span&gt;. The whole ROUTINE will last for 3 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, he is good with visual stuff, like material imitation, non verbal imitation and etc. Most of the stress came from my boss, Uncle T. He is a direct person. Things that you can heard from him? " Stop! I think I had seen enough!" "That's enough! Let's see something else." " Show me some therapy." Enough meaning the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stims&lt;/span&gt; that the kid engaged himself in. Seriously, I can dream about that case almost every night. The last thing that I want was to have another unsuccessful clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Yes! We did it! The last clinic was a good one. We reduce the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;stims&lt;/span&gt; during the clinic by 20%. My boss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; say anything. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt;. I never realise that his silence meant so much to me. Right now, I am preparing for 2 new cases, A1 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt; mo boy) and A2 (Singaporean girl).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr B is also giving me a lot of trouble. He will flop to the floor as task avoidance. As I cant physically manoeuvre him, it break the momentum. I am still thinking of ways to engage him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Now back to my life. Uncle Richard had sold his business. Finally he can retired and enjoy his life. He might be coming to Singapore to visit me! Yeah! I miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;aussie&lt;/span&gt; lifestyle. At times, I really miss the sale in Adelaide, especially my slippers.  I cant find such cheap slippers in Singapore. I miss the weather. It's winter now. Take a look at Singapore's hot weather. It's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning to learn yoga or aquatic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;aerobic&lt;/span&gt; to enrich my life a little. Hopefully, at the end of the year, I will have a better result slip for my life. Work hard and play hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-4117563670459978553?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/4117563670459978553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=4117563670459978553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/4117563670459978553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/4117563670459978553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2008/04/peek-in-jolenes-life.html' title='A peek in Jolene&apos;s Life'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-7707837455180966984</id><published>2008-04-10T21:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T21:33:46.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started her last session with a heavy heart. I dont know how to explain to Aaron (her elder brother) that I will not be seeing him again. He would always shout;" Bye, Jolene. See you on tue (or Thur)!" But there will not be another Tuesday or Thursday. I cant bring myself to say "see you again" as I know that there's no "again". As I wrote her last therapy notes, I am happy for her progress. When you always need to be on your toes, you failed to realise the progress that she had made. And mind you, she's only three years old with 4 months of therapy. She's my only kid who does not need only reinforcement or 100 precent engagement every min. She's also my only kid who will shout my name when she sees me. She's my only kid who learn things so fast. She started off with so much verbal stims. Now she graduated to request or comment with simple sentences. As I stepped out of the house for the last time, I teared. Yes, my girl! You are a great joy to teach. I still remember the first time when she saw us, she cried for 1.5 hours. I still remember that she would always cry when she sees me (Now she will cry whenever she see my supervisior). Now she can request for so many things. When she is bored, she will request to play with the puzzles or read a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember your Yes and No.&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember your dollhouse.&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember your "it's yours and it's mine".&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember your byes.&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember how you would cuddle me when you need a hug.&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember your Yeah, I did it!&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember the way you look at me when you are confused.&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember the very busy spider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for giving me the work satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the beautiful memories, my precious only "daughter".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more bad news: my son will be leaving me on 7th of May. Sob Sob.. I always thought that I will throw my letter before they leave me. But ... But things always turn out to be another way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-7707837455180966984?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/7707837455180966984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=7707837455180966984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/7707837455180966984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/7707837455180966984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-6618578142124442561</id><published>2008-02-28T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T23:01:42.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>This week is clinic week. Did I ever mention how much I hate clinic week? The reasons are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I need to rush here and there. Like for today, I simply feel that I am a poor soul, who is working so hard. I have my regular session (located at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Serangoon&lt;/span&gt; Garden way) from 9am to 12noon. This means I need to leave home by 0730am. In my hurry, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; have the chance to grab a bite. After which, I have a Clinic from 1230pm to 2pm. Even though I took a cab back to the office, I reach there at 1235pm. The very moment I stepped into the office, my supervisor asked me to go for clinic. After the end of the clinic session with my first kid, I was about to walk out of the room to grab a bite or a drink. My teammate asked to remain in that room for the next clinic. It ended at 0345pm. By that time, I was really exhausted both mentally and physically (will explain in the next part). As I walk out of the room, my supervisor for my first kid wanted to brief me about the programs for the next month. Although she allows me to have a breather first, there's no food around the area (the restaurant which was beside my office was closed). Looking at this situation, I continued my discussion with my supervisor, which ended at 430pm. Finally, I hopped on a bus to have my first meal at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Clementi&lt;/span&gt;. Time? It was 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Not enough preparation time. As I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have enough preparation time for my clinic, I find myself in a the materials. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; look good on me. Since I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; get to prepare for the clinics on my own today, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even have the materials that I need. I am so disorganised. For yesterday's clinic, I also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have enough time to discuss with my teammate on the things that we are going to show. Reason? That bitch asked me to help out at school since one of the teacher lost her voice. I left school half an hour before the clinic to discuss with my teammate. Upon the sight of me, she even has the cheek to ask who will be helping out since I was away. Come on, I need to prepare for my clinic. I am not being paid for my kind deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The programs implemented by my supervisor and my consultant contradicted each other. My stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;supervisor&lt;/span&gt; asked me to do matching with 10 discrimination. ****  Pissed**** It is so hard to control the materials. On top of that, my kid is a hyperactive one, who will jumps or run away anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am still feel so low. I really hope that I will pick myself up. There's so much things on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;agenda&lt;/span&gt;. I need to learn the stupid cartoon characters, think of new play activities for 6 years old, learn the new programs, prepare materials and plan my session. At times, I really feel that I need a breather. At the same time, I am worried about losing the rapport with the kids. It's a hard decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that I had written so much. Whining is not good for health. I better stop here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-6618578142124442561?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/6618578142124442561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=6618578142124442561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/6618578142124442561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/6618578142124442561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2008/02/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-1006753427785319023</id><published>2008-02-24T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T00:39:35.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my... I have no life. I have just realised that it's been ages since I last blogged about some stuff. I should say I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; really hate my job. But I am always counting down to my weekends. I am just really exhausted. Today is Saturday. Guess what am I doing? I am checking out Toy story characters. As a "teacher", you do need a lot of preparation. I guess to build rapport with kids take more time. It is really challenging to relive your childhood. For adults, the toys will be Gucci, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LV&lt;/span&gt;, Mini Cooper and etc. For kids? Seriously, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know. Some of my kids are never interested in toys. They prefer attention (socials). After being at this job for like 3 to 4 months, I am quite certain that I might not enjoy kids that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my Ah boy was so funny. When he realised that I was preparing to do some water play with him, he ran to the door. However, he waited at the door for me to go back to clinic room. After then, no matter how I plan to cheat him to head back, he would just run back to the clinic room. I can feel his helplessness. At the same time, I am glad that I do have great rapport with him. No matter what happen, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; dare to leave without me. Yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be having my 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; case (which is located at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Serangoon&lt;/span&gt; Gardens near Chomp Chomp). I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; really like him. He is the one who loves Toy story or anything related to Disney (Ron's best pal, I guess). Although his programs are more advanced than my other cases, I am not really too keen on his case. Maybe I need some motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's February. I have not even begin on my reading. Looking at Ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bu's&lt;/span&gt; blog adds onto my guiltiness. I better get my eyes moving. Can I count my textbooks too? It will be a busy week next week since it's clinic week. I will brave through it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-1006753427785319023?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/1006753427785319023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=1006753427785319023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/1006753427785319023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/1006753427785319023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-5788082177738253226</id><published>2008-01-12T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T00:15:37.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the new Year -2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yoz&lt;/span&gt;... It's a brand new year again! Oh my goodness, I just realised how busy I had been this few weeks. I am a "no life" girl! I am so obsessed with my work that I am thinking about my kids every little moment of my life. However, I had been mixing up all the different programmes that my kids are having. Anyway, now is my recap of my past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I pass my driving test and got my driving licence.&lt;br /&gt;2) I had Blacks (American black, Indian black, African black) asking for my phone numbers.&lt;br /&gt;3) I travelled to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tas&lt;/span&gt;, Adelaide (with my Lover - Q) and Gold coast (with my Mom).&lt;br /&gt;4) I finally graduated from my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;UniSa&lt;/span&gt; after 2.5 years being away from home.&lt;br /&gt;5) I ended my boring life in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aussieland&lt;/span&gt; and got back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;6) I undergo training as a program therapist for kids with special needs.&lt;br /&gt;7) I celebrated Christmas and New Year's eve with my pals of 10 years (You girls rock!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Year 2007 ended with a bang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Now it is time for my NEW YEAR'S resolution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I want to pass my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Padi&lt;/span&gt; diving.&lt;br /&gt;2) I want to take up any exercise program.&lt;br /&gt;3) I want to travel to at least 1 country with my pals of 11 years.&lt;br /&gt;4) I want to change to a higher pay job.&lt;br /&gt;5) I want to keep my room neat and tidy.&lt;br /&gt;6) I want to start doing facials at least once a week or applying any anti wrinkles stuff everyday.&lt;br /&gt;7) I want to start reading more books (Target: 10 books excluding textbooks).&lt;br /&gt;8) I want to save at least half of my debt.&lt;br /&gt;9) I want to have at least 1 Chinese guy asking for my phone number.&lt;br /&gt;10) I want to brush up my computer skills (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;photoshop&lt;/span&gt; and etc).&lt;br /&gt;11) I want to brush up my spelling. (oh god, I just realise I am losing my spelling ability or I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have it in the first place)&lt;br /&gt;12) I want to be more cheerful, whine less and appreciate more.&lt;br /&gt;13) I want to keep my kinship and friendship warm and burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know, I just perm my hair. I look like ugly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Betty&lt;/span&gt; now. I totally regret my decision. I should be more conservative. Too late. I think my target 9 will be my hardest goal to achieve. Anyway, I believe year 2008 will be a exciting year, full of twist and turns. I am looking forward to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-5788082177738253226?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/5788082177738253226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=5788082177738253226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/5788082177738253226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/5788082177738253226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-new-year-2008.html' title='It&apos;s the new Year -2008'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-8947134163077911437</id><published>2007-12-15T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T12:22:08.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>當我老了</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;當我老了 , 不再是原來的我 . 請理解我 , 對我有一點耐心 .&lt;br /&gt;當我把菜湯洒到的衣服上時 , 當我忘記怎樣系鞋帶時 ,請想一想當初我是如何牽著你的手教你 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當我一遍又一遍的重复你早已聽膩的話語 ,請耐心的聽我說 , 不要打斷我 .你從小的時候 , 我不得不重复那個我講過千百遍的故事 , 直到你進入夢鄉 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當我需要你幫我洗澡時 , 請不要責备我 . 還記得小時候我千方百計哄你洗澡的情形嗎 ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當我對新科技和新事物不知所措時 , 請不要嘲笑我 . 想一想當初我怎樣耐心地去回答你每一個 ” 為什麼 ” .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當我由于双脚疲勞而無法行走時 ,請伸出你年輕有力的手攙扶我 .就像你小時候學習走路時 , 我扶你那樣 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當我忽然忘記我們談話的主題 , 請給我一些時間去回想 . 其實對我來說 , 談論什麼并不重要 , 只要你能在一旁聽我說 , 我就很滿足了 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當你看著老去的我 , 請不要悲傷 .理解我 , 支持我 , 就像你剛開始學習如何生活時我對你那樣 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當初我引導你走上人生的路 ,如今請陪我走完最後的路 , 給我你的愛和耐心 , 我會報以感激的微笑 .這微笑中凝結著我對你無限的愛 .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-8947134163077911437?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/8947134163077911437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=8947134163077911437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/8947134163077911437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/8947134163077911437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='當我老了'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-1759162966529400750</id><published>2007-12-15T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T12:15:33.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 101: Finally a day at home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It was a super busy week. I had been working non stop! It's so tiring. The nature of my job drain me mentally and physically. But I just cant help thinking about my cases. Anyway, my schedule for the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon&lt;br /&gt;9 to 12 Overlapping Van on J&lt;br /&gt;She is very impatient when it comes to work. She have very serious tantrums&lt;br /&gt;(rolling on the floor, crying, aggressive towards herself and others (hitting her&lt;br /&gt;head or banging the hand and legs on the floor). Her tantrums could last for&lt;br /&gt;hours. It is quite hard working with her. The function of her behaviour revolves&lt;br /&gt;around task avoidence and attention seeking. It is challenging to balance the&lt;br /&gt;amount of attention given by the "teacher" when such situation occurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1330 to 1730 Overlapping at LL (Kindergarden)&lt;br /&gt;During these sessions, the kids were taught on&lt;br /&gt;independent skills&lt;br /&gt;(Washing hands, taking off of shoes, wearing of shoes, toliet training, etc).&lt;br /&gt;play skills&lt;br /&gt;(Proper ways of paying independently or in groups)&lt;br /&gt;social skills&lt;br /&gt;(Requesting to join in, requesting and sharing of things)&lt;br /&gt;art and craft&lt;br /&gt;(Colouring, making of cards, etc --&gt; motor skills)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tue to Wed JL Camp (Downtown East Chalet)&lt;br /&gt;This camp is meant for our higher functioning kids, which means they are in&lt;br /&gt;mainsteam. Their ages ranges from 5 to 11 years old. You know what? For a&lt;br /&gt;show I dislike so much (Enchanted), I watched it twice. I had to watch with my&lt;br /&gt;kids! Gosh.. Well, maybe it is a good thing as well. Since I had to monitior the&lt;br /&gt;behaviour of my kid, T, I could hardly watch the movie. For the first time, I felt&lt;br /&gt;like a mother. I cant sleep during the night, worrying that my kids will fall off the&lt;br /&gt;bed or being hit by the other kids. 1 of my kid, SC, sleep 360 degrees during the&lt;br /&gt;whole night. (to be continued)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-1759162966529400750?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/1759162966529400750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=1759162966529400750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/1759162966529400750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/1759162966529400750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2007/12/ch-101-finally-day-at-home.html' title='Ch 101: Finally a day at home'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-1547056292328308045</id><published>2007-11-18T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T14:09:57.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 100: Random Crappings</title><content type='html'>I had survived my full week of training! However, I was also down with cold by the mid-week. It was not a least helpful when I still have to conduct my usual practise with L and V. Both of them have serious behavioural issues. Hence, taking care of them require more energy. We were also being greeted by the Letter of appointment on friday. It really set me thinking if this is what I really wish to do. Although it is a good learning opportunity, the repititive job nature is challenging my limits. I never preform well under pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, I was thinking that I should keep my expectations low. I want a simple life too. Being a regular 9 to 5 office lady doing something that dont need much brain cells might be a good thing too. Miss To! Where's your preservation or determination? I need motivation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I had Sunday blues. I woke up, thinking that I should go for work today. Oh gosh~ And it is only my 2nd week. The worst is yet to come! Tomorrow will mark week 3 day 1. It will be a tough week ahead. Jia You~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... my friends are flooding me with red bombs. Although I should feel real happy for them, I feel the slightest loneliness in my soul, plus a hole in my wallet. These days, I actually dont know who I should date during weekends. I want more single friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-1547056292328308045?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/1547056292328308045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=1547056292328308045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/1547056292328308045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/1547056292328308045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2007/11/ch-100-random-crappings.html' title='Ch 100: Random Crappings'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-5929120618569947215</id><published>2007-11-06T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T13:49:16.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 99: Super Nanny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am a trainee super nanny now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... I just started my 1-month training as a BT at AP on Monday. Besides the overwhelming supply of theories, we also have some hands on experience. I never realised that playing with kids can be that tiring! My little boy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;, aged 4 years old has little verbal skills (language) but really enjoying social interaction. This explains why I am dead tired after just 1 day of work. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; is still a newbie in the big family. From his nanny, we understand that they are currently using food as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reinforcers&lt;/span&gt;. We are trying to do reinforcement survey to enlarge the variety of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;reinforcers&lt;/span&gt;. Through the observations, we realised that he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; really enjoy toys. Being a very sociable kid, he loved being piggy back, spinning or carried around. All this are to the expense of our strength. All my muscles are aching right now. I must admit that I am old. Time to hit the gym? Hm... Anyway, it will be a real challenge for his future nanny. To be honest, it was a little hurtful to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;. As he tend to hit himself when he is frustrated or excited. I guess it is his form of self &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;stimulating. I will try my best to earn his smile from now onwards. But his smile will be my future motivation. Although &lt;/span&gt;I really hope that all the kids will recover 1 day or lead a normal lifestyle, I understand that it is quite impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am trying hard to familiarise with nursery rhymes. Anyone have any nursery songs? I need them badly, man! It was so embarrassing that I forget the lyrics of row your boat! Alright, I need to finish up my reading. That's all for now, folks&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-5929120618569947215?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/5929120618569947215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=5929120618569947215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/5929120618569947215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/5929120618569947215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2007/11/super-nanny.html' title='Ch 99: Super Nanny'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-8374394342871894620</id><published>2007-10-30T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T13:48:17.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 98: Untitled</title><content type='html'>I hate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is getting on my nerves! It's irritating. Whatever I do or say, she will whine or scold me. It is killing me. I HATE IT! No wonder there's a saying -"absence makes the heart grow fonder!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys think that she is whining about my job status, you are wrong. She is whining about how I speak, how I behave and what I do. She feel that being highly educated girl like me should not do the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T say the word "death", "sex","fuck"&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T play with my brother&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T say any #$%^&amp;amp;$#@&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T leave your things laying around&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T rise your legs up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;foresee&lt;/span&gt; that she will use my education level against my behaviour, I will NEVER study!&lt;br /&gt;My mom is a traditional woman. Due to her up bringing, I have a lot of restrictions. I simply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; understand. At times, I really wish to go back to Australia. Over there, I do whatever I wish, say whatever I like. I do understand what she do is for my good. But it simply pissed me off. The way she react makes me feel unwanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, just now I was starting to bath, my mom shouted at me, wanting me to hurry. The reason being my brother just stepped into the house. In her perspective, my brother has the priority. As known, I never sweep or mop the floor before my Australia trip. However, ever since I am back, I make it a point to clean my house at least once a week. But I was never been praised. I was always been blamed for not helping out with the chores. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;... I am really struggling. I need praises, hug and kisses. Why dont I have any?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-8374394342871894620?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/8374394342871894620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=8374394342871894620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/8374394342871894620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/8374394342871894620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-hate-it-my-mom-is-getting-on-my.html' title='Ch 98: Untitled'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-5290736274014786370</id><published>2007-10-14T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T03:35:09.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 97: So called friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;!&amp;amp;(*^(%&amp;amp;%#$#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Please forgive my language for this post. This will be my only source for venting my anger or finding excuses to forgive that group of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I hate them! I feel like a fool. My heart is always that soft. Today is James's birthday. Since I was not invited by any ways, I didnt plan to go. Yesterday, I was informed that Ah lian was going to send Amanda off. Hence, to avoid uneasy situation, I didnt go and send Amanda off. I rather rot the whole day at home. while chatting on MSN, my friend asked me out for dinner at 7. As I was preparing to go out, I received a call from XY. She was asking me to go for the birthday. The person who actually spoke to me was Pei Pei, XY's good pal. They were like half forcing and demanding me to go. Pei Pei or on XY's behalf only give me 15 mins to prepare. Since I am not close with Pei Pei, I dont dare to refuse her. I only have to call my friend to accompany me to the birthday then head off for dinner. Due to the traffic jam, We reached there at around 8. XY went to park the car with Ah lian. My friend and I went ahead to the chalet. I saw HER. Without a greeting or what, she left the chalet. I approached James to pass him his present. Feeling uncomfortable, I went for a walk with my friend while waiting for XY to park her car. By the time we went back to the chalet, I saw Lian, Ling and XY already chatting and eating. My friend and I sat down somewhere to watch television. Through the whole 45 mins, I didnt interact with THEM except for The birthday boy. I stared blankly on the television screen for 45 mins. I feel so out of place. I am thankful for James's hospitality. I was really disappointed in them as even James's friends bother to chat with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am anitsocial as I believe I dont need to socialise with people who dont care about me. I know that I am behaving in a very childish manner. But I just feel like a fool. Maybe to other people's eyes, I am the one at fault. They have every reason to be angry with me. Why? I didnt bother to inform them about my return. I didnt even message them ever since I am back. To them, I am the petty one. But you know what ? I had enough. I hate the feeling of contributing to their so called friendship. Just 1 call. I rush down to attend the birthday. What did I get in return? Silence. Ignore. To them, I should greet them first. Pretend that I am happy to meet them. I should not be a fool. I should not go there in the first place. I feel like a glass bottle. Invisible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Who say I dont even care about them? Once I heard that SHE is interested in organising event, I tried to ask Wenfeng about it. Yes. I dont know how to show my care for them. Who will show the care if whenever I see them, I get cold shoulders? DAMN it! No matter how many good words were put by others, what I really feel is just DAMN. I was grateful for my friend's company for tonight. If without her presence, I will be like a complete fool. I have to admit this fact. I am no longer part of the group. I am a stranger. Nothing will not change my mind again. I will not go for any gatherings for the sake of anyone. My poly days were blank, with memories I wish to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Damn with everlasting friendship! Damn with what they care for me. Damn with they just dont know how to show their care. If asking about my current situation through Amanda is their so called love for me, if how I behave is being petty, if they wish to talk behind my back. I only wish to tell them---- GO AHEAD! I am a slut or bitch or whatever YOU all wish to scold about me. I dont give a DAMN! STOP telling me that they love me, just that they dont know how to express themselves. I really dont wish to end up with only tears, anger and hopelessness. I really dont have feelings for you all. My heart is dead. Even if you all still care about me, still love me. The love you guys give me is too much for me to handle. I rather not to have any. Forget about me. I will not exist in your world as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-5290736274014786370?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/5290736274014786370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=5290736274014786370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/5290736274014786370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/5290736274014786370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2007/10/please-forgive-my-language-for-this.html' title='Ch 97: So called friendship'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-4279281077566831737</id><published>2007-09-25T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T03:23:12.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 96: Self-absorbed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have to admit that I am fully absorbed into my own world for the past few years. Being away from my comfort zone, I spend a lot of time reflecting about my self, my current lifestyle and my aims for the future. Through the experiences, I had changed my perspectives of a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I also missed out the details of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;huggies&lt;/span&gt;' life. Like a mum missing out the development of her own child. Ever since I am back, I had been catching up with some friends whom I had not been seeing for ages. A nice little chat with the oldies and reminiscing about the past often makes me feel old. Suddenly to my realization, all my friends are growing up too. Having a earlier entry into the working world, they have a different point of view on things. I enjoyed listening. Just listening to the wonderful stories and encounters in their lives. Some of them are stepping into another phrase of life. A life revolving around 2 people, receiving the arrival of their love child. Some of them decided on the pursuit of knowledge or monetary possessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am old. Older compared to the past. As one grow older, one have more fears, more worries and more wrinkles. I want to fight my fears, my worries and the stupid wrinkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“At the end of the day faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don’t really expect it. It’s like one day you realize that the fairy tale may be slightly different than you dreamed. The castle, well, it may not be a castle. And it’s not so important happy ever after, just that its happy right now. See once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you, and once in a while people may even take your breath away.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—-Meredith. Grey’s Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-4279281077566831737?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/4279281077566831737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=4279281077566831737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/4279281077566831737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/4279281077566831737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-to-admit-that-i-am-fully.html' title='Ch 96: Self-absorbed'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-5807124044891415222</id><published>2007-09-21T13:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T13:39:12.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 94: Blogging?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yesterday I was watching Shout 3 (channel U, I think) and the topic was about blogging. It was abit frustrating to watch as the guests (Steven Lim and Xia Xue) were commenting about each other's way of maintaining their popular blog. It start off my brains running. What's the real purpose of blogging? For me, it still remains as a place for me to record my life and keeping up with the lives of my huggies. Especially during the days that were spentema in the mountains. Since my life is not as exciting as others, I am losing the passion of keeping this blog updated. The changing of blog skins always allow me to use my poor programming skills in use. Writing blog also allows me to practise my writing skills. Did my command of Engish improve? Wahaha... By the way, how's my new skin? Nice? Hee hee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-5807124044891415222?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/5807124044891415222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=5807124044891415222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/5807124044891415222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/5807124044891415222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2007/09/ch-94-blogging.html' title='Ch 94: Blogging?'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-3745093356656559391</id><published>2007-09-15T13:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T13:38:26.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 93: Movies time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Oh my oh my... I went to watch the Ratty show with Ah bu, "Ah lian" and Ron. And guess what? I was the one who suggested West Mall! Being a Jurong-westian, I hate Bukit batok! Anyway, out of point. Back to the movie. It was a production by Pixar (Disney) or in other words, cartoon. The cinema was packed with familes and kids. Fortuately, there was no babies' cries. The movies was about a RAT who loves to cook or have the gift to cook.Through the movie, I learnt that one should not look down on others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-3745093356656559391?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/3745093356656559391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=3745093356656559391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/3745093356656559391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/3745093356656559391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2007/09/ch-93-movies-time.html' title='Ch 93: Movies time'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-5382891809748133494</id><published>2007-09-01T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T13:15:06.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 92: Latest Updates</title><content type='html'>It's been ages since I last blog. It is due to several reasons. Firstly, I did not have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; assess at my Adelaide home. It did help me to concentrate on my studies. Secondly, it is due to my boring lifestyle I am leading. Thirdly, it is due to my plain laziness. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ha ha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Now I think I should do a small update on myself. I still cant believe that I am back to Singapore for good. No more hideout for me whenever I need a break from home. After 2.5 years away from home, I finally completed my degree. Maybe I am greedy. After completing this, I realised that there's so much more things that I need to learn. Like assessment, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SPSS&lt;/span&gt; and etc. I guess I might head back to studies after working for a few years. I am really interested in the Masters programme that is being offered by my Uni. There are several modules, such as hypnosis, that arouse my interest. At times, I never really believe that my broken English can actually enable me to finish my degree. However, at this present state, there are more things in my life that I wish to know about or learn. For example, diving! Moreover, the most important thing in my life now is to find a job! Learning from job is also very important ( $____$).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Gold coast for a short holiday with my mom after my graduation. It was raining heavily with wind speed of 100 km/hr during that period. I kept telling my mom that she was bringing the rain. If you are not a adventurer. the theme parks may not sound tempting. I promised to return to Queensland again. This time, I will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;equipped&lt;/span&gt; with my diving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;licence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I shall updated till here first. I need to get dress up. I am going to the Comex (IT fair) later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Jolene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-5382891809748133494?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/5382891809748133494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=5382891809748133494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/5382891809748133494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/5382891809748133494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-been-ages-since-i-last-blog.html' title='Ch 92: Latest Updates'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-928406431726532756</id><published>2007-07-28T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T13:27:43.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 91: Shopping list</title><content type='html'>Special Announcement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there anything that you girls wish to get from Adelaide? Please send your shopping list to my yahoo email account (jolene070784).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know where I should bring my mummy to. I thought of Queensland. But it is too big. With the limited time we have, I doubt we will have a nice time. I hate planning trips. Right now, I prefer tours. At least, it will save my time in doing research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, Uncle Richard had been feeding me with food. I guess he is afraid that I will be missing the food over there. Hence, as long as I mentioned that I have any craving for anything, he would go and buy it for me. Argh... He is making me feeling bad. This departure is harder than the one I had 2.5 years ago. I remembered that when Yuya is leaving, he gave me a card with all his contacts and some photos of his journey in Australia. I like the way he phrase it," I shall see all of you again in Australia, in Japan or in Heaven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;Jolene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-928406431726532756?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/928406431726532756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=928406431726532756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/928406431726532756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/928406431726532756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2007/07/ch-91-shopping-list.html' title='Ch 91: Shopping list'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-7948887112031506575</id><published>2007-07-24T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T13:21:42.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 90: Steamboat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lESBcJTMgpM/RqrOxJnZ0YI/AAAAAAAAABM/qUUCNo9yLR4/s1600-h/Presentation1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092109672485867906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lESBcJTMgpM/RqrOxJnZ0YI/AAAAAAAAABM/qUUCNo9yLR4/s320/Presentation1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Sunday, all my working pals had a steamboat session at Uncle Richard's place. It was great fun. We had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of different kinds of "balls" and mushroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soup Base: Tom Yam and Chicken soup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let's have a look at menu of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fishballs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pork balls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cuttlefish balls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mushroom balls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;salmon fish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chicken &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beancurd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tofu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Beancurd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Golden mushroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oyster mushroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kuay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;teow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;chiom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sliced Beef&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The drinks were proudly sponsored by Uncle Richard! Drink list? Apple Juice, Orange Juice, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hardys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Chardonnay&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Banrock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Station White Shiraz and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hardys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Oomoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Shiraz. Being the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;worst&lt;/span&gt; drinker, Uncle Richard Keep feeding me with Apple and Orange Juice after my 1st glass of chardonnay. I bet I will be missing the gang. Right now, I am planning my mom's trip to here. My Graduation will be held on 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Aug 2007, at Adelaide Festival &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Theatre&lt;/span&gt;, 3pm. My 1st taste of the square hat! At last, I had completed my mission to Australia.&lt;/p&gt;I watched Harry potter the movie with Krystal last Tuesday. It was a little disappointing since they are missing out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of details. However, I felt that it is better than the last one. This movie highlighted more on the friendship that Harry had. Luckily, I was not paying the full price for the ticket, 8.50 A&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; dollars. By the way, a movie ticket on normal days will cost 12.50 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Aus&lt;/span&gt; dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Leaving is never easy. But it is easier compared to that time when I was coming here. Like what I told Uncle Richard, what I had left was all the memories. I will also packed along with my luggage-- the wisdom that I had learned, all the experiences I had encountered, all the memories I had stored in my brain and all the friends that made my journey possible. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-7948887112031506575?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/7948887112031506575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=7948887112031506575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/7948887112031506575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/7948887112031506575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2007/07/ch.html' title='Ch 90: Steamboat'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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/_lESBcJTMgpM/RqrOxJnZ0YI/AAAAAAAAABM/qUUCNo9yLR4/s72-c/Presentation1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15029395.post-4896186045633522398</id><published>2007-07-09T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T12:53:25.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 89: My Birthday</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to me! (a belated 1?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey folks, How's life in Sunny island? I had a great time (well.. a remarkable night) on my birthday (dated 7th July 2007). As usual, I didnt want a big celebration for my birthday because of the hassle of making arrangements with all the friends, thinking of where to have dinner and what to do. I just meet up with my friends from my workplace. I guess it is a really tough decision to make on where to have dinner. Hong and Tay suggested a pizza dinner since Aussies had the tradition of doing so. Well.. Since I dont have any cravings for that moment, I agreed to that. However, when Michelle came over, she was like "Why have such normal food for a birthday?" After much arguements, Tay suggested to have dinner at a Korean Restuarant. SO we drove to Goodwood road. Upon reaching the place, the menu didnt look interesting to anyone. Then I can sense much unhappiness from hong and tay. Then Michelle just decided to drive us to King William Road to see if anything suit us. Finally we decided on a cafe Patrizo. The food was petty good. It is my blessings that they allow us to have dinner. The place was fully booked for the night. All the customers were very well dressed (except for us).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went back to Hong and Tay's place for some card games and drink sessions. The whole night was petty intense. Words just cant describe the night. Just imagine we looked for a place to eat from 5 pm to 7pm. I almost had my throat in my stomach. Why do most of my friends dont get along well? At last, everything was great in the end. I just hope that Michelle will have less firey temper next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I do have quite a few birthday wishes. The one that I really hoped for was from my Lulu... Finally she admited that there's 7th July this year! Presents? I only recieved from ty. But wishes are good enough. Birthday is always the day to mark how many friends remember you. So? I am blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am busy trying to arrange my stuffs to go back to Sunny Island. I think I have at least 15kg worth of books and notes to carry back. I dont think I will hav space in my luggage to bring any presents. I feel deeply sorry. My indecisive parents are still thinking if they will be coming over for my graduation. Well.. I certainly do not jhope that my family will announce bankrupcy because of my graduation. However, can they just let me go back since they didnt want to come? At least I can start my job hunt instead of wasting my time here. I want to go back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;Jolene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-4896186045633522398?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/4896186045633522398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=4896186045633522398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/4896186045633522398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/4896186045633522398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2007/07/ch-88-my-birthday.html' title='Ch 89: My Birthday'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-4335822317655328594</id><published>2007-06-26T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T16:11:00.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 88: Hmm...</title><content type='html'>Hmm... It is still early to say I am graduating as it all depends on my results from my last semster. However, I am proud to say I have done well for my Health Psychology! Pat on my own shoulders. Regards to Forensic psychology, the exam sucks big time. I hate it. Although we supposed to do 5 questions out of 10, I only know how to do 4 questions. I am hoping for a Credit for this exam. I have not get back my research proposal for this subject as my dear lecturer is still marking. Hopefully everything will go fine for this semster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I will be going to Tas with my so called Lover! I am looking forward to this trip despite the cold cold weather. I have a very important announcement to make, guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Da shou is coming ! Dont you guys dare to say there is no 7th July this year! I love this year's date! It is so sigificant! I already receieved my first birthday pressent of the year! Guess who is it from? It is from TY and her boyfriend. I just realised that I am always on such good terms with my girlfriend's boyfriends! Shit.. I am such a sociable girl! Oh back to my pressent. It is card, a dress from pull and bear (japan) and a white top. My precious Ty mentioned that she had never seen me in a dress and that's the reason behind my pressent. Thanks man.. (despite the comment) I love it my precious! Muackz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-4335822317655328594?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/4335822317655328594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=4335822317655328594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/4335822317655328594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/4335822317655328594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2007/06/ch-88-hmm.html' title='Ch 88: Hmm...'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-4740215443510961086</id><published>2007-06-18T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T16:43:34.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want it to be over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want my freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Counting down to my freedom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still have another week of my so called university life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-4740215443510961086?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/4740215443510961086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=4740215443510961086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/4740215443510961086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/4740215443510961086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-just-want-it-to-be-over.html' title=''/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-1891974969055758193</id><published>2007-06-11T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T12:46:01.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 87: Anit social</title><content type='html'>I feel so anit social. It's Joanne's birthday. They invited me for dinner. But I really hate to go. Firstly I hate to socialise! The reason is simple. It's been some time since I last saw, chat or go out with them. I hate the embarrassment that I will be going through. On top of that, I have heaps of things that I never seems to finish reading. When I was going through them last night, it looks like I forget everything. Yes! Everything I read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, the time had come. My period is so irregular (I just had my period around 2 to 3 weeks ago). I am so worried that my health will be failing me. SHitty SHitty~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Queen's birthday. Everywhere is closed. Dead town again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I see my sunshine? I miss my sunny island~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-1891974969055758193?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/1891974969055758193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=1891974969055758193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/1891974969055758193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/1891974969055758193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2007/06/ch-87-anit-social.html' title='Ch 87: Anit social'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-3637625216035774907</id><published>2007-06-07T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T12:31:41.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 86: Great Diva Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lESBcJTMgpM/RmzPylmceYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/K1FBEV6SBNo/s1600-h/P2060021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074659348133476738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lESBcJTMgpM/RmzPylmceYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/K1FBEV6SBNo/s320/P2060021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my god.. Retail therapy! Diva was having sale.. I got a ring, bracelet, and a necklace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why June is always the sale period? The Great Singapore Sale looks so tempting too.. Yummy~ However, I will not be able to go back in time for that. I guess my little Adelaide's Winter sale is small case compared to GGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends are commenting that I started so early for my exam revision. That's because I can spend long hours day dreaming, due to my short attention span. These days I cant really stand Michelle. Oh my she is so %6&amp;*#$@. On Monday, she texted me the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey what happen to you? Are you avoiding me since you&lt;br /&gt;moved?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was like "-___- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Auntie, did anyone ever inform you that June is the exam period? Come on, I understand you are in the working society. But I am not obliged to entertain you whenever I am free. Get a life! Irriating~ I was telling Siew hong that other than my home, Uni, state library and workplace, I dont go anywhere else. How pathenic! I want to finish my exams faster! But firstly, I need to left no stones unturned (quote from Mrs Heng). Back to plastering shit on wall. Ciaoz~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lESBcJTMgpM/RmzPy1mceZI/AAAAAAAAABE/qD9Y67KIEz0/s1600-h/P7280007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074659352428444050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lESBcJTMgpM/RmzPy1mceZI/AAAAAAAAABE/qD9Y67KIEz0/s320/P7280007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to flying across the horizons again. The clear blue sky~ yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-3637625216035774907?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/3637625216035774907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=3637625216035774907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/3637625216035774907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/3637625216035774907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2007/06/ch-86-great-diva-sale.html' title='Ch 86: Great Diva Sale'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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/_lESBcJTMgpM/RmzPylmceYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/K1FBEV6SBNo/s72-c/P2060021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15029395.post-3058292735197625104</id><published>2007-05-31T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T12:23:49.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 85: My last study period, dude!</title><content type='html'>I am finally done with all my assignments. I really feel so different, as compared to poly days. I do have a lot of mixed feelings and uncertainity. Although I am planning for my holiday with Q to Tas and preparing for my studies, I am feel abit lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality and dreams are miles apart. You may love to study something. But money is also a factor. Talking about passion and drive. Alot of people resorted to money as the main drive in their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember we are not dutifully reporting to work daily just because of the money. We do have a purpose for the work we do as we can make a difference in other people's lives.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime when I see TY getting closer to her dream, I feel so happy for her. She went to Syndey for her in flight training last sat. All my poly friends had completed their last exams for their studies. It is my turn too. My future is still unknown to me as I am not sure where should I stay. I really missed Singapore. But I believe things will work out well for me. After exams, I will be a jobless dude! Haha... Anyway, now I will be preparing for my last dash across my finishing line. Hence, I am going on MIA mission. My last exam is 25th Jun 2007. Pray for me guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-3058292735197625104?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/3058292735197625104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=3058292735197625104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/3058292735197625104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/3058292735197625104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2007/05/ch-85-my-last-study-period-dude.html' title='Ch 85: My last study period, dude!'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-7905643740141144349</id><published>2007-05-19T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T12:03:53.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 84: Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;人是否应该一直望前看?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These years dramatically changed our lives, our beliefs and our thinking. Every one of us matured and grew in our own ways. Since I am the youngest in my family, it is always nice to be cuddled and protected. Being away from my family and friends, I learn to stand on my own. I learnt to have my own voice. Although I am still a distance from my ideal, I am still proud of myself. With my graduation in Aug, it embarks the beginning of my career. I am thankful for the beautiful memories that my friends had given. I am thankful the patience you all once showed me in torturing my nonsense. What I wish to say today is my friends are like wine. The longer I keep them in my heart, the better it will be in value in the future. My new fav song was 老婆 by S.H.E. Like what the song says, friends, sisters is no longer able to describe our friendship. No one know me more than you guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;从昨天到今天还有明天&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;感谢老天让你们陪在我身边&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;爱的心痛的心等待的心&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;因为你们的拥抱 我很放心&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;当初见面的不安彼此的探索&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;也许有些茫然迷惑&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;朝夕相处才发&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;现这世界中没有人比你们更懂我&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;朋友 姐妹 都已不够来形容&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我们的默契骄傲扶持与包容&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;老婆 老婆 我们一起打勾勾&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;请记得约定的旅程到永久&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was so happy for sumitting the assignment. I think Q must be petty impressed by my writting skills ( much better than in Secondary days). Or I should say I wrote too many terms. I am now left with 1 last assignment, my last assignment for this 2.5 years. After which, I will begin my revision for all my subjects. I will not lose to Q! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-7905643740141144349?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/7905643740141144349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/7905643740141144349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2007/05/ch-random-thoughts.html' title='Ch 84: Random Thoughts'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-6412298422329685475</id><published>2007-05-13T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T12:03:38.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 83: Happy Mummy's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lESBcJTMgpM/RkbSmXXb5TI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Z784FBzg5C0/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063966387573876018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lESBcJTMgpM/RkbSmXXb5TI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Z784FBzg5C0/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Do I look like my mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I miss my mummy~ I am feeling so lonely.. She was not at home when I call back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Human relationship is most complicated. When you always have the chance to see or interact with the person, you will never know the special one means so much to you. Whenever I am back in Singapore, I am always out with my friends. Sometimes, I would even feel that I cant stand my mom's nagging, scolding and whining. However, whenever I am away from home, I miss my family so much. I kept reminding myself that I must cherish my time with my family but it never seems to work. I will still get pissed off by the small little things. I guess it proves absence make the heart grow fonder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I love you, mom. Thanks for being such a supportive mom to me and my brother. I know you work so hard just hoping that your children will not need to suffer as much as you do. I assure you that I will work hard to provide a better living for you and dad. Mom, i know you always wish that your siblings will be very united. I promise you that Bro and I would stay as close as possible. Thanks for having me as your daughter for 23 years. Thanks for giving birth to me. You are a great mom! I hope we can be your greatest achievement in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Happy Mother's day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/15029395-6412298422329685475?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/6412298422329685475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=6412298422329685475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/6412298422329685475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/6412298422329685475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2007/05/do-i-look-like-my-mom-i-miss-my-mummy-i.html' title='Ch 83: Happy Mummy&apos;s Day'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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/_lESBcJTMgpM/RkbSmXXb5TI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Z784FBzg5C0/s72-c/Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15029395.post-7523769475250300120</id><published>2007-05-06T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T12:03:00.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 82: Cheery Friendship</title><content type='html'>Certain things had happened and I had chosen to face whatever that comes with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read my darling's blog and realised that she is facing certain issues too. Although we cant help her much, just wan to let her know that she is being loved by us. She may sound like a little girl at times (with all those disney thingy, precious memories and her irriating never dying doggie) but she is just staying true to herself. She may be small in size ( and i really mean small and short) but she is bigger in her heart and soul. She is devoted to her work, her family, her prince and of coz us! At times, she might dump us for her prince. Well... who dont? I just wanted to let her know that she still have us.In life, you dont need alot of friends. You just need a few true ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at the friendship that had bonded us for so many years, I am blessed with the love of my wacky family. All in all, this ten years of friendship had nurtured all of us to be close in heart and soul. We know each other (like ah bu's cooking is unbearable), we tortured each other (My crazy behaviour at times), we love each other (Muackz, Muackz, Muackz). Q and I always have the wonderful dream of sharing the old folk's flat together when we grow old. I hope our friendship will last till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me to go back! We will celebrate our ten years together. Loads of wines, food, hug and kisses..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-7523769475250300120?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/7523769475250300120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=7523769475250300120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/7523769475250300120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/7523769475250300120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2007/05/ch-81-cheery-friendship.html' title='Ch 82: Cheery Friendship'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-8662616501577412721</id><published>2007-04-28T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T20:52:29.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 81 : What you should study?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Learning Style: Personal and Passionate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoustudyquiz/infp.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are very flexible and curious about the world. Human understanding is very important to you.&lt;br /&gt;You Should Study:&lt;br /&gt;Anthropology&lt;br /&gt;ArchitectureArt&lt;br /&gt;Art history&lt;br /&gt;Art therapy&lt;br /&gt;Classics&lt;br /&gt;Counseling&lt;br /&gt;Foreign Languages and Literature&lt;br /&gt;International Studies&lt;br /&gt;Linguistics&lt;br /&gt;Literature&lt;br /&gt;Psychology&lt;br /&gt;Sociology&lt;br /&gt;Teaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoustudyquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Should You Study?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was abit bored by all the readings. I did this. Yeah.. I made the right choice. However, being a research student, I understand the validity of these survey. In conclusion, it is not that accurate. Haha.. I am really bored. No motivation to do what I supposed to do. *Slap myself back to reality*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-8662616501577412721?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/8662616501577412721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=8662616501577412721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/8662616501577412721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/8662616501577412721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2007/04/ch-81-what-you-should-study.html' title='Ch 81 : What you should study?'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-485264867689141389</id><published>2007-04-23T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T22:34:38.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 80: Brand new start</title><content type='html'>This 2 weeks had been a refreshing break for me. I am almost done with my ACP assignment. I am currently starting on my FCP research proposal. However, I know nuts about it. I am so used to writing research report. When it comes to proposal, I am at my wits end. I went to ask my lecturer.. All she said was about erikson's psychosocial theory on alcohol abuse in adolescene. After that, she mentioned about the scales. I dont even know what kind of scales are she talking about. Should I come out with my own scales? Anyone can help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe due to the lack of sleep, my temper is getting worse. I cant stand Michelle at times. Ever since she had been working at Hyatt, all she mentioned was about the quality of food and drinks over there. I mean I dont mind listening at all. The irriating thing was she would complain and whine about the quality of drinks and cleaniness at the drink stall I work at (she used to work there). It is only a drink stall. I always believe the extra money you pay for is for the service and what ever . I just cant stand her. She talk as if she is owning the whole hotel. Well... I am not trying to be mean. If you can afford that kind of living, I dont mind you showing off your wealth. Why everyone is so eager to show off their talents or wealth? Cant people learn to be more humble? I always feel I am born with nothing. The thing I own or gain through the life span is credited to the people I met, the environment and my loved ones. Hence I have nothing to be proud of. Even if it is a big achievement, there's always people whom had help me gaining my goals. Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tommorow is a brand new start. My first day over my 2 weeks break! Work hard, Girl~ I will dash towards the finishing line with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nitez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-485264867689141389?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/485264867689141389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=485264867689141389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/485264867689141389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/485264867689141389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2007/04/ch-80-brand-new-start.html' title='Ch 80: Brand new start'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-7607789877180620232</id><published>2007-04-10T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T20:03:44.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 79: Great Easter Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The great (Post~) Easter Sale!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All thanks to my Q (aka my so called lover now) I am a slipper seller. She asked me to buy 2 pairs for her. I bought 2 pairs too (white and purple). I went on a spree at R&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;undle&lt;/span&gt; mall today. Below are my loots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lESBcJTMgpM/Rht66YEOxDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aCy2_WqGyfA/s1600-h/PC200019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051766550337340466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lESBcJTMgpM/Rht66YEOxDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aCy2_WqGyfA/s320/PC200019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been some time since I am crazy about shopping. Or in other words I am extremely stressed about my school work. Retail &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;therapy&lt;/span&gt; really seems to be working. At least I feel a lot calmer now. Always ready to face my challenges ahead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/15029395-7607789877180620232?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/7607789877180620232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=7607789877180620232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/7607789877180620232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/7607789877180620232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2007/04/ch-79-great-easter-sale.html' title='Ch 79: Great Easter Sale'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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/_lESBcJTMgpM/Rht66YEOxDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aCy2_WqGyfA/s72-c/PC200019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15029395.post-3077363249835490903</id><published>2007-04-09T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T00:56:02.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CH 79: Dead town</title><content type='html'>Since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;, my small little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Adelaide&lt;/span&gt; was a dead town. I am bored to death. I went to the beach with my friends on Friday. It was a last minute arrangement. All of us woke up at 11 plus, not knowing what to do. We decided on a small picnic. However, since we didnt preorganise everything, we didnt buy any food for the occasion. What a wonderful idea, right? With all the shops closed, we could only dig out the food we have. Our final food list was tuna sandwich, pork floss sandwich, dark chocolate bars, bananas, grapes, potato chips and honey water. Sound a bit little. Anyway, we had a great day at the beach. After that, we went to windy point for the night scene. Our conclusion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never go to beach and up to the hill within the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so cold at windy point that we didnt stepped out of the car. The wind was so strong that it nearly blew away the camera when we tried to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bored to death. NO matter what, I am going to Uni tomorrow. Yucks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-3077363249835490903?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/3077363249835490903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=3077363249835490903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/3077363249835490903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/3077363249835490903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2007/04/ch-79-dead-town.html' title='CH 79: Dead town'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-8802601675601126135</id><published>2007-03-31T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T11:07:16.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 78: Hmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quiz of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3.50 = 10104&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Add only 1 stroke to make the equation equal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Time really files, man. Now is almost in April. I still have another 4 months in my small town. The weather is turning cold. Leaves turning red and falling. Q, please eat more fruit and take care of your health. I don't want to babysit you when your irresponsible ah bu is not around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;After August, I will be a small town girl going back to Big town. Everyone around me had been asking me if I would chose to stay here to develop my career. Seriously, I don't know. My idea is to get a job before I graduate. But I think I would still prefer my Big town. Although life in my small town had been very comfortable, with all fake smiley (it is courtesy to smile or greet someone on the street) at every street, the pace is slower. What am I talking about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyway, my harry potter is going to be out. The shit writer is going to kill 2 character in the novel. Evil fellow. I want to watch Pirates and Harry! But I don't want to watch it in my small town. The movie tickets are freaky expensive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;During my last blog, I forget to update MC's birthday. Mc is my fellow Singaporean girl at HH. She always look like a small girl although she is 20 this year. We had a BBQ session at Henry bench 2 weeks ago. I really had great fun. The food was really nice. We had steak, lamb, sausages, mashed potatoes and salad. The best part was I don't even need to cook. I miss the benches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lESBcJTMgpM/Rg3PkKEtEGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0wykVXyNzro/s1600-h/125402517l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047918977438519394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lESBcJTMgpM/Rg3PkKEtEGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0wykVXyNzro/s320/125402517l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lESBcJTMgpM/Rg3PkaEtEHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/r6SWU8Q8Wjs/s1600-h/603296071l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047918981733486706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lESBcJTMgpM/Rg3PkaEtEHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/r6SWU8Q8Wjs/s320/603296071l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Girls, can we go to the benches when I am back? During poly days, I always love chalets. But now I believe no one would be interested in all this activities anymore. Some would say that they are afraid of sunburn. The hassle of preparing food. The waiting of latecomers. I guess the working society robbed us of our youth and our passion for life. A small break seems to be so far away as everyone would be so tired after a day's work. But I still love gatherings~ No matter if it is a dinner at the restuarants, a day at the bench or just chilling at the cafes, it would be lovely to be updated about everyone's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My experience with my poly mates really push me away from them. They hurt me too deeply that I no longer feel connection with them. At times I feel that the only reason they would ask me for the birthday gatherings is because I used to be part of the gang. Did they ever care for me? I really dont know. Imagine Jing is getting married. Ty and Amanda was the one who told me about the news. Jing just message me on friendster with the few words - "Me getting married". The rest? Nothing. During my last break in Singapore, expect for gatherings, I received no calls or messages. Even when TY message them that I am going back to my small town, only Amanda and Kenneth called me to check on me. Yun? She even said why I am going back so fast? She didnt even realised that I am been around for the past 3 months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Friends... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-8802601675601126135?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/8802601675601126135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=8802601675601126135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/8802601675601126135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/8802601675601126135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2007/03/ch-78-hmm.html' title='Ch 78: Hmm...'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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/_lESBcJTMgpM/Rg3PkKEtEGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0wykVXyNzro/s72-c/125402517l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15029395.post-6996358765981973933</id><published>2007-03-24T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T09:54:25.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 77: Big news</title><content type='html'>My dearest Poly friend is getting married. It was confirmed that it is shotgun. I know that I was being mean. I never like her boyfriend from the start. He just cant give people the impression of a family man. Anyway, I hope she will be happy with the marriage. Or maybe they will be really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, like what I always say, please take precaution. I was discussing this topic with Jerry. He was telling me that the guy might just poke poke the condom before use. So I guess pills will be safer. So any experts can have a say on this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry that I had not been blogging lately. My friend's place was being broken into. Hence, I was keeping company for a few days. Then it was the assignment period. My stress and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caffeine&lt;/span&gt; levels increased heaps. I was seriously sleep deprived. Right now I am doing 1 more assignment. I hope that I could finish asap so that I can start with my readings (which is still at week 1). Time really flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading Huiya's blog other day. It suddenly strike me that I might be starting to miss adelaide. The days without family. All the uncles, aunties and friends I befriend here. I just cant believe I am graduating in August. Yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly I hereby wish Lulu all the best and good health on her 23rd birthday (I mean belated~).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, lulu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;Jolene&lt;br /&gt;(P/s: I never forget your birthday. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-6996358765981973933?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/6996358765981973933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=6996358765981973933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/6996358765981973933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/6996358765981973933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2007/03/ch-77-big-news.html' title='Ch 77: Big news'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-5617754738221910076</id><published>2007-03-08T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T19:26:17.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 76: I am getting prettier</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love like you have never been hurt before.&lt;br /&gt;Dance like no one is watching.&lt;br /&gt;Love like you have never been hurt before.&lt;br /&gt;Sing like nobody is listening.&lt;br /&gt;Work like you don’t need money.&lt;br /&gt;Live like you are on heaven on earth.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What a stressful week! I had 3 assignments due in 2 weeks' time. One of them is 1000 words of essay which required 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;summaries&lt;/span&gt; of article. My lecturer must be crazy. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; really like the lecturers for this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt;. They really kill my interest. Never mind. I will work harder to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;conquer&lt;/span&gt; them. One of my stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lecturer&lt;/span&gt; ask us to write 500 words piece of work (application paper) on ethics when dealing with clients. But she never explain to us if it is just a summary or critical reading. What other sources can I use? Plus the fact that she is the most stubborn lecturer I have seen. She refused to put the lecture slides as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PowerPoint&lt;/span&gt; slides, instead she put as note form (3 slides per page) and save as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pdf&lt;/span&gt; file. In this way, I cant print them off as handouts (6 slides per page) or enlarge the slide if the slides are unclear. Even after all of us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;communicate&lt;/span&gt; to her, she state that it is an environment issue (to save trees since she had 90 over slides).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh ya.. Congrats Ah bu on her new found job. Please do tell us which company is willing to employ u. I will spread words for people not to go there. Q, you have started on a new path, something different from others. Hence, no matter what happens, finish what you have started. Anyway, complaining or crying or grumbling do find me. I may not be free always but I will spare some time for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lastly, I saw this interesting picture of me at my primary school mate's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;friendster&lt;/span&gt;! It really brighten my day. I am getting prettier each day, didn't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lESBcJTMgpM/Re_h2UAiWoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WhvqdSvKoDQ/s1600-h/17408102623428l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039494831251020418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="186" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lESBcJTMgpM/Re_h2UAiWoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WhvqdSvKoDQ/s320/17408102623428l.jpg" width="363" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Sorry I cant enlarge it or it will be unclear.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-5617754738221910076?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/5617754738221910076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=5617754738221910076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/5617754738221910076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/5617754738221910076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2007/03/ch-76-i-am-getting-prettier.html' title='Ch 76: I am getting prettier'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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/_lESBcJTMgpM/Re_h2UAiWoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WhvqdSvKoDQ/s72-c/17408102623428l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15029395.post-2641800564648286719</id><published>2007-03-03T08:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T08:31:08.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 75: Back in Adelaide</title><content type='html'>Sorry for being around for such a long time. I was trying to figure out the new blogger. Finally the IT idiot (Me~) discovered the essence of logging onto the new blogger. Phew~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I am back in my little Adelaide again or maybe for the last time (hopefully~). I believe I had played too hard during my days in Singapore. On the first day upon arrival, I forgot the assess code of my front gate. I am getting old. Anyway, work had been fine for me. Uncle Richard (my boss) gave me a "open work" ang bao. We also organised a "Yuan siao" dinner at Beclair Road this sun. I feel so pampered~ Although everyone commented that I slim down quite alot after my break, Uncle Richard was the one who keep feeding me with food. He ordered me to gain back my weight within 3 months or he will feed me with fatty meat everyday. Well... we shall see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School? I had quite a number of assignments due on the third week of March. Hm.. I better get going. I still have to attend Jun's farewell dinner later. I need to do my readings now. I cant lose to Q. Like what she commented, "Must make our Money worthwhile!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;Jolene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-2641800564648286719?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/2641800564648286719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=2641800564648286719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/2641800564648286719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/2641800564648286719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2007/03/ch-75-back-in-adelaide.html' title='Ch 75: Back in Adelaide'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-117086420289339932</id><published>2007-02-07T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T00:03:23.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 74: Potluck , any 1??</title><content type='html'>Hey girls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our potluck will be held at:&lt;br /&gt;Venue: The Jade Function room&lt;br /&gt;Time: 1800hrs - (till we finish eating?)&lt;br /&gt;Date: 11th Feb '07&lt;br /&gt;Person to contact: Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other details: Meet at BB Mrt station at 1800hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of food list&lt;br /&gt;Lulu                             Cold pasta&lt;br /&gt;Huijuan                       Fried rice or desserts&lt;br /&gt;Me                               Shepherd pie&lt;br /&gt;Q                                  Fried wings or  oyster sauce veg&lt;br /&gt;Weilin                          Roast pork (Not yet confirm)&lt;br /&gt;Rowena                       Doughnuts or chicken pie&lt;br /&gt;Agnes                          Drinks or accessories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright girls... I should se you guys there. Any changes to the food can sms me @ 922_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;Jolene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-117086420289339932?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/117086420289339932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=117086420289339932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/117086420289339932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/117086420289339932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2007/02/ch-74-potluck-any-1.html' title='Ch 74: Potluck , any 1??'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-116817760887193060</id><published>2007-01-07T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T21:46:48.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 73: Greener Pastures</title><content type='html'>Well... I had started my hoilday job since Wed. I was being assigned to the HR dept. I think the company I am working with now s abusing people. Kaoz.. The pay for the Non Singaporean workers are so miserable. I think it was only 500 to 600. If people earning thousands always complaining about not having enough money, how about these people? On top of that, they need to share with 7 other people in a small room. Then with the limited amount of money, they start to gather at improper places, creating problems to the neighbouring areas. No where is better than home. But the earnings they earn is not enough to feed their family. Without much choices, they leave home for greener pasture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These day, I guess it will be the hardest for Q. It is not easy to leave your comfort zone. But I hope she will gather enough strength to stand by her decision. Q, dont worry! You still have the whole load of us. Jia you. I hope by the time you are back, you can be proud of yourself and announce to the whole world that you had did it. Youth only come once. Just dont have any regrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-116817760887193060?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/116817760887193060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=116817760887193060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/116817760887193060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/116817760887193060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2007/01/ch-73-greener-pastures.html' title='Ch 73: Greener Pastures'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-116682292182819311</id><published>2006-12-23T04:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T05:28:41.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 72: Helpless night</title><content type='html'>Maybe it is the effect of the coffee I drank just now or I just cant dont care. I cant sleep. Been rolling in my bed since 2 am. Finally I decided to vent my helplessness on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Ah ling smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand why I can accept the fact that Ah lian (Weilin) or Shiwei had been smoking but not for Ah ling.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I hate the fact that I cant do anything to help her neither can I do anything to save my poly friendship. I cant accept the fact that Ah ling is venting her unhappiness on smoking. She smoke because of relationship? Why must she ruin herself for the sake of a guy whom never really love her in the first place? If he had love her in any way, he would not chose to leave her. I cant say it is entirely Andy's (Ah Ling's ex Boyfriend) fault. If she is less negative about life or the problems she had, Andy would not feel so stress when he was with her. Everyone have their own set of problems. However, I feel you must learn to accept your problem in a positive atttitude. Everyone is stressed with their finanical problems. If you dont have the ability to pay your school fees, I believe you can defer your studies and wait till you have enough money to pay the school fees. I dont believe there's no other way to solve your problem. And dont vent your stupid attitude on your friends. Who wish to meet you when you always give that kind of unwelcoming look.  or should I say you only vent your stupid attitiude on us? What about your drinking pals? Or even amanda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like slapping her! Or scold her to her senses. Because of her, it is causing a stain on our already rotting relationship. Guess what happen today? We were meeting at Bugis for christmas dinner. Then I saw her smoking as i walked past her. She came to pass the pressents. But I was told that she had a birthday party. Hence she was not joining us for the dinner. After the dinner I message everyone in appreciation of their gifts. She replied:" Dun Thank me. I did nt go." What the FU*K la. I was glad that I saw her. At least I know she is doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop pushing everyone away from your world or force people to give in to you. Is this how you treat all those who loved you? If you wish to be a loner or vanish in your own world, go ahead. No one is stopping you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGRY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-116682292182819311?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/116682292182819311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=116682292182819311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/116682292182819311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/116682292182819311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/12/ch-72-helpless-night.html' title='Ch 72: Helpless night'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-116668589251629039</id><published>2006-12-21T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T15:24:52.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 71 : Nothing to do~</title><content type='html'>It's my first blog since i stepped into the fields of Singapore. Christmas is coming! Yeah~ I love the gift exchange part. The carols singing part. The lightings part. But I had always prefer a white christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On tuesday, I went for my Christmas dinner with my wacky family. I really had a great time. All those gossiping, laughing, "soOoOouring" and the gifts exchange. Although some of them forget to bring the gifts, it was still great. I always love the company of those girls. Lately I also caught with my other side of my secondary school pals (the guys). Still a lot of fun although the dartboard was always targeted at lulu and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter is the medicine for most illness. It help me to forget the unhappiness with my family, poly friends and school. At last for the few moments, I am able to laugh wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After laughters, soon it will be departures. Q is going to Melboune. I remembered that she told me that I should feel happy or proud of her. Well.. I am. At last, it's only for a year. I am used to people sending me off. But I know 2007 will be hard for me. Very soon, I will be hit by decision makings. There's never any decision that is easy to make. As I grow older, the responsiblities on my shoulders became heavier. Then the decisions will be even harder to make. The weighting scale will never be balanced.  One of my favourite manga stated that equal trade do not exist in this world. At times, no matter how hard you try, you might not even achieve what you hope for. But I also believe that without any contributions, there will never be a reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was watching "The hoildays" with Q, something came to my mind. I love the part where the old man was recieving a award for his contributions to the moive industry. He was great. The wisdom shown in his speech and his actions inspired lots. I hope that I can be like him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-116668589251629039?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/116668589251629039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=116668589251629039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/116668589251629039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/116668589251629039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/12/ch-71-nothing-to-do.html' title='Ch 71 : Nothing to do~'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-116280274692898512</id><published>2006-11-06T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T17:51:27.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 70: Wahaha...</title><content type='html'>Yippie~~&lt;br /&gt;I am finally free from the evil arms of exams. No matter how much one love to study, one would hate exams. Exams will lead you to a world of long nights, loads of coffee, frustration and lonelinesss. It will stimulate your body to a fighting condition, with sweaty palms, faster heart rate, faster breathing and shaking body. Hence, I hate exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday marks my first day into Royal Adelaide showgrounds. It was the coldest exam hall I had ever been to. It was meant for students from Uni Adelaide. Although I had heard from Huiya that the exam hall was really cold, I never expect the coldness would still be there in Spring time. I rushed through that paper to get out of that freaking place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. My last paper for the year. I was quite well prepared for this paper. However, I guess Bernard really hate us. He gave us a really outstanding paper. 30 short answers and 4 essay questions. I was writing till my hand was really sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am done for the year. Whatever happens will left it to fate. Thursday would be my driving assessment. I am praying really hard that I would pass. Anyway, I dont really enjoy learning from Uncle. A lot of frustration and ... Haiz... I dont wish to write anymore.. Too long ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I would be coming back . FInally I can go home. See you guys in Sunny island~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-116280274692898512?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/116280274692898512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=116280274692898512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/116280274692898512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/116280274692898512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/11/ch-70-wahaha.html' title='Ch 70: Wahaha...'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-116177437639850556</id><published>2006-10-25T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T17:37:25.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 69: HapPie BuRrday tO e EviL tWiNs~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday 2 u &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday 2 u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday 2 u~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday 2 u, Q n Weilin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Omg omg!!! When I saw the pics that Q post on friendster and her blog, I was like "wah!" Hj looked so girly.. Is it the power of love? Hm... good work! keep it up! love your new look! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oops... I had neglected the stars of today. It is my first time seeing Ms Chua, looking so decent. She shed off her Ah lian look and look so "school girl". Haiz... I think I need to upgrade myself when I go back. Or else I would be the only Ah lian in the family. Future Ah lian Psychologist! wahaha... Anyway at the same time, I hope she would sound decent as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now for my dearest eViL Twins~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Q&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey girl, although this year seems a bit tough on you, I believe you will do just fine. NO matter what decision you chose to make in the end, remember you will always have our support! Be brave and calm. All the best to u in the coming year. Time to get hooked. Dont be so choosy! No man is prefect in this world. But get a rich one. Ah bu want a rich son in law! Wahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Weilin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wei, the Ah lian of Wacky family! I am seeing so much changes in you in recent years. I am so proud of you sia. Keep it up. I believe you will do great! Regards to your special one, there's not alot of Lang Zi in this world ba. Just dont get someone who is nerdy. Wahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lastly, seeing all those photos really makes me feel homesick. I miss you guys! I will be back soon. Keep your slot free when Ah bu and I are back. Cya in motherland soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muackz :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-116177437639850556?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/116177437639850556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=116177437639850556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/116177437639850556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/116177437639850556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/10/ch-69-happie-burrday-to-e-evil-twins.html' title='Ch 69: HapPie BuRrday tO e EviL tWiNs~'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-116144161172892903</id><published>2006-10-21T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T22:40:11.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 68: Happy Deepvali and Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>Oh my God... Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont even have the slightest clue that today was Deepvali and 24/10 was Hari Raya. I am a Aussies Pig now. Sob sob...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was camping in my room too much. I think there's a need to see the sunshine rays. During Poly days, Ali ( my class rap) used to invite me to his place for gathering. His mom make really nice chicken wings. Of coz, all the other food I cant really take them because of chilli, the most hated food in my life. I really miss catching up with them, especially when Dianah was engaged now. I want to attend her wedding too. I know that it is a bit lame ba. She is my first friend whom is getting married. Moreover I love weddings. Hee hee... Although I believe it will be those downstairs kind of wedding dinner, I am still looking forward to it. I think it would be most likely held during Dec next year, which means I am able to attend it. HeeZ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just to say that I am outdated about Singapore stuff... I am indeed Tourist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Deepvali n Hari Raya,k? Enjoy the food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;Jolene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-116144161172892903?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/116144161172892903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=116144161172892903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/116144161172892903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/116144161172892903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/10/ch-68-happy-deepvali-and-hari-raya.html' title='Ch 68: Happy Deepvali and Hari Raya'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-116092609697285565</id><published>2006-10-15T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T23:28:17.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 67: My future.</title><content type='html'>Seeing all your peers joining the work force one by one is never a easy job, especially if you are me. I am still a poor student. The desire of wanting the best for my family once again blurred my vision. I am blind now. My goals seems veri distant. Am I any closer toward my goals? Or I am still at the same spot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My purpose of writing this is to constantly remind myself my initial dream. Whenever I get lost again, I hope all my friends will give me a tight slap, slap me back to my path. ( But please dont slap too hard or scold too much. I am fragile )  I want to be a clinical psychologist. Nothing more or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having alot of regrets now. I hope that I had save more money or I should study locally. Then I will have more money for my postgraduate studies. However, it is not the time to whine about all this. I am now back on my tracks. One step by a time. Do what I can do now this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have 2 more reports to be finish by this weekend. Work harder, damn ass!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-116092609697285565?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/116092609697285565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=116092609697285565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/116092609697285565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/116092609697285565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/10/ch-67-my-future.html' title='Ch 67: My future.'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-116090209838065654</id><published>2006-10-15T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T16:48:18.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 67: Breaking up Waves...</title><content type='html'>I think the weather in Singapore must be real bad. The breaking up waves had hit my friends. Oh my god... Ty and James broke off. XY n her boyfriend are going through the platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty had found a new love. She was tired of the past relationship. Hence, James put an end to it. Nevertheless, he is as usual the same grumpy and sad. He is still waiting for Ty. But she started a new relationship with someone from her workplace, I guess. That guy brings her to work everyday. A stable career and a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xy? She feel that her boyfriend do not have any motivation in life. He is still rotting at home, playing games. But Kenneth (same batch as him) had already found a job. He refused to send out any resume or make the least effort to find a job. Hence, Xy is tired of helping him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the reality is more important than dreaming of a prefect relationship. All the flowers, gifts and romance need something called the M factor. Bread is still more important than romance. I believe most of my girlfriends dont mind working. However, the motivation in life is really important. Having the M factor always make couple quarrel less. At least you have less 1 thing to quarrel about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are still deeply in love, pray that he can be your wholemeal bread as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-116090209838065654?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/116090209838065654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=116090209838065654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/116090209838065654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/116090209838065654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/10/ch-67-breaking-up-waves.html' title='Ch 67: Breaking up Waves...'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-116019656418285878</id><published>2006-10-07T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T12:49:24.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 66: Husband or Kids?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7298/1378/1600/Slide1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7298/1378/320/Slide1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my... I am really a lazy bum! I never realised that I didnt blog for like almost a month? Wakkie wakkie~ I am back from my Mel trip. I took almost 500 pictures within the 5 days. I deleted alot of those useless ones away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel Trip&lt;br /&gt;The first day was to the Naracoorte caves. It was so interesting. I was like a little miner! Crawling into the caves, up and down. It was really interesting and a bit scary. I cant even see my hands in the pitch dark caves when all our torches were off. I also did a bit of wine tasting , Aussies Bbq and Handorf (german village) I really want to go caving again although it left me with blue and black patches all over my legs. It was then I realised that climbing was really interesting! But I would like to wear proper shoes next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day was to the grampians. Oh my oh my... It was so irriating! All because of the bush fires in January. I didnt go to alot of the places in the grampians. And again I climb! I feel like a climber? The scenery was magnificent, especially when you are at the top of the cliffs. However, the wind was so strong. I was so worried that I would be blown away by the winds. Along the way, I saw so many Koalas, Kangaroo and birds in the wildlife park. How I wish that I can carry them. Well... Being able to see all of them in their natural environment is also a joy. The winds were really strong. Once, I saw a poor Koala holding on to the tree with her baby. So poor thing~ SOb SOb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third day was the Great ocean road. It was something that I was really looking forward to. The weather was really ruining everything. It rained the whole morning. We didnt managed to see alot of things. But guess what? The moment I saw the '12 little stones' ( There's only 8 left at the moment. So girls, if you guys want to see, better go faster.), the first person I remember was ................... Ms Chin (our geography teacher). Yes. That bitch! Wahahaha.... Although I "hated" her, I wanted to tell her that I also went to the great ocean road! I saw the 12 little stones! *evil grin* All along the coastal area, I saw waves. Real strong waves~ something that Singapore will never have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the rest was the shopping in Mel city. I did meet up with Paul (the driver from BrewerkZ). I really never realised that he was that crappy. Oh my.. I went to Hard Rock cafe in Mel !Wahaha... Anyway, my main purpose of being here was about a research done by Adelaide Uni. As there was reports stating that the fertility of south australians was dropping, they did a research on the population. They realised that the quality of the sperms in men was bad, as well as the sperm count. There was one part mentioning that there was a lady who was unable to get pregnant. It was not that there's something wrong with the sperm count or the quality of the sperms of her husband. However, when she changed a sex partner, she got pregnant&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;It was the DNA of the sperms of her husband. The DNA had some substance that rejected her eggs. Hence, she was unable to have kids with this husband. Interesting, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering if the same thing happen to you. Which one would you chose? The man of your love or kids? *Thinking...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(will post the rest of the pictures another day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;Jolene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-116019656418285878?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/116019656418285878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=116019656418285878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/116019656418285878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/116019656418285878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/10/ch-66-husband-or-kids.html' title='Ch 66: Husband or Kids?'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-115788130880495951</id><published>2006-09-10T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T17:41:48.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 65: My long waited Horse riding</title><content type='html'>My horse riding experience. I only have 1 word to describe-- SCARY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on a Adelaide hill trail on the horse. My darling devil horse is called Anne. She is really a devil. She keep bringing me into trees or so close to the edges of the trail. I even had 2 scratches when it walked me right into pine trees. Oh my god, I feel like smacking the butt! It fart alot and it poot poot! Poor Owen's horse keep smelling all the farts. But we had a conclusion. Anne is very healthy because it's poot poot is very solid. wahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, I keep talking to Anne. Like " Look Anne, the flowers are beautiful.", "Anne, stop! Dont walk too fast."  or " Anne, Stop  kissing the ass!"Anne seemed to understand. It really walk miles away from Michelle's horse. Then it  really like to kiss the ass of Michelle's horse! So irriating. Wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a 2 hour trail. The first 1 hour was more up hill. But the downhill was scary.  I keep having the feeling that I will fall down from the horse. The weather was really nice since it was not raining. We had a lot of cool winds. I can see the fog. Wahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I swear that I will never never ride on a camel. Now my butt and my back hurts. Wahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-115788130880495951?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/115788130880495951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=115788130880495951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/115788130880495951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/115788130880495951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/09/ch-65-my-long-waited-horse-riding.html' title='Ch 65: My long waited Horse riding'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-115728017234548916</id><published>2006-09-03T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T19:06:58.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 64: Any Shopping list?</title><content type='html'>Hey girls, I will be in Mel for 2 days, travelling on the Great Ocean Road from 18 Sept to 22 Sept. Is there any shopping list? I only know that there's a smith street that sells a lot of sports wear. But the rest I reckon will be the same as in my tiny Adelaide. Please send ur list to &lt;a href="mailto:jolene070784@yahoo.com.sg"&gt;jolene070784@yahoo.com.sg&lt;/a&gt;. It would be best appreciated if pictures are attached. If my friend have any extra space, I hope that you guys will receive your stuff in Sept. If not, please look forward to my arrival in Changi Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I will charge 10% service charge hor. Wahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just know that my favourite Fm 93.3's programme -love diary is coming to an end. I listened to it since secondary days. I have not write my story in yet. How can they shut it down? So sad. However, nothing stays forever and unchanged. I really hope that Lin zhi and Pei fen will have more interesting programme to make up for the loss. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;Jolene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-115728017234548916?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/115728017234548916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=115728017234548916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/115728017234548916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/115728017234548916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/09/ch-64-any-shopping-list.html' title='Ch 64: Any Shopping list?'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-115650625829753496</id><published>2006-08-25T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T19:02:23.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 63: Noise pollution</title><content type='html'>I am dying... I hate china kids... I just hate them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disgusting parts about them:&lt;br /&gt;They are rude. (They will shout at anything, even to their parents)&lt;br /&gt;They are spolit. (They will cry and shout when they are being rejected)&lt;br /&gt;They call me Ah yi. (For goodness sake, I am only in my early 20s.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so irriating. My housemate's family came over for 1 month. I used to love kids and babies. But this encounter is hell for me. That brat would watch tom and jerry every morning, night and day. Then he would blast the volume so loud that even with the closed doors, I can still listen clearly. He is such a coward. He cant stay in the living room by himself even though he is already 4 years old. He would cry and shout for his mom when left alone. He is so picky about food. He only eat mushroom, carrots and egg. So unhealthy! But the thing that really pissed me off is he throw all his food around. Have anyone told him that people in Africa have no food to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I am impressed was his language ability. A 4 year old child can speak in whole sentences and tell you he want to eat mushroom and carrot. The worst thing of all is he would stay for 1 whole month. I cant sleep and concentrate on my work all because of him. I have an analysis due every week. Dudes, I am going to camp in Unisa's library for the rest of the month. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about studying psychology is you learn more about yourself, thinking more than what normal people would. However, at times it would also make you wonder the humanity of the population. Below is just questions that I wish to bear in mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What is the real motive during social contexts? Generalized exchanges or emotional support?&lt;br /&gt;2) What is the real reason of having children? Resources for future retirement or emotional support?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-115650625829753496?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/115650625829753496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=115650625829753496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/115650625829753496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/115650625829753496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/08/ch-63-noise-pollution.html' title='Ch 63: Noise pollution'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-115607561958833658</id><published>2006-08-20T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T20:12:28.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 62: Update on the past week</title><content type='html'>Gong Xi to Michelle who graduated on last fri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and I were discussing about Michelle's graduation ceremony. Since she was from UniSA, the ceremony will be held in Adelaide Festival Hall. Each ticket for entry will be priced at AUS $15. The grown rental was AUS$ 60. Michelle was complaining that the grown was full of the Indian smell. Hence, we came to a conclusion not to rent it from the University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the beautiful Barvasso Valley for the 5th time with Michelle's family. I guess I would go there for at least 7 times. OH my god.. I was the tour guide Anyway this post is especially for Q to see my birthday present. The Jacket! Hee hee... *evil grinZ*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7298/1378/1600/P6190359.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7298/1378/320/P6190359.0.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/15029395-115607561958833658?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/115607561958833658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=115607561958833658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/115607561958833658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/115607561958833658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/08/ch-62-update-on-past-week.html' title='Ch 62: Update on the past week'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-115556807937151375</id><published>2006-08-14T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T23:07:59.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 61: Busy week</title><content type='html'>This week was abit tiring for me. I was rushing my assignment for BLP. On top of that, i was worried about my work and some of my studies stuff. Maybe when you are stressed, your brain activity is more active than ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huiya is leaving end of this month. She had been through alot of thing. We were chatting about her interview experience. I really learnt alot. From group interviews to presentation. In terms of culture, I believe I still have alot of things that I wish to learn from the stupid Aussies. They maybe lazy but their self-confidence is what I wish to learn. Although our language ability is good, our reflexes are not as good as them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really drift away from my poly friends. Maybe they are hardly online. Even if they are online, they will never take the initiative to speak to me. After all the effort I did, I think I had enough. Let nature take its course. I even set up a blog for them. But I think I am the only one who is writing about my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My housemate's family is coming this week. I still hav alot of clearing to do. Sian. I am antisocial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;Jolene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-115556807937151375?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/115556807937151375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=115556807937151375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/115556807937151375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/115556807937151375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/08/ch-61-busy-week.html' title='Ch 61: Busy week'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-115511427978769389</id><published>2006-08-09T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T17:04:39.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 60: Happy National Day~</title><content type='html'>Happy 41st birthday, Singapore~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my 2nd national day aboard! Unlike last year, the level of homesickness is lower. Well... I am turning Aussie... Haha... Just kidding. For those who are aboard, I am sure that the NDP means more than it would when you are in Singapore. In another 1.5 hours, it would be the last NDP in the National Stadium. I really wish that I can see the fireworks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just call ah bu and Robin to ease the homesickness. Although we are not in the same state, I believe we all feel the same. It is such a joy to chat with them. I just realise Robin is so China~ Haha... It is so much fun. I am looking forward to see them in Singapore or Australia. Right now, I just wan to say Singapore, You will always be my home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-115511427978769389?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/115511427978769389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=115511427978769389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/115511427978769389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/115511427978769389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/08/ch-60-happy-national-day.html' title='Ch 60: Happy National Day~'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-115493970044624084</id><published>2006-08-07T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T16:35:00.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 59: I am a happy girl now</title><content type='html'>I feel so loved! Wahaha... Not only because I received my short ruler (Q, they dont sell short ruler here! make sure u bring yours), my card rings and my much needed textbook, I received a warm and lovely gift from my girls. Thank you, everyone! I love it! Muackz :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Ah bu, can you stop putting sotong in all your mails to me? I never see that  you would write mushroom or Tham x 3 to them... It's not fair! *stomping feets*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-115493970044624084?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/115493970044624084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=115493970044624084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/115493970044624084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/115493970044624084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/08/ch-59-i-am-happy-girl-now.html' title='Ch 59: I am a happy girl now'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-115419126353530471</id><published>2006-07-30T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:50:32.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CH 58: Today just SuCkEd!</title><content type='html'>Today just sucked! Actually it started off with a bit of a bomb with my "aunty" coming, I cancelled my swimming with Michelle and Heidi. Then I went over to Michelle's place to have dinner. We had pasta, grilled fish, baked potatos and wine. A very "ang mo" dinner! Then we chat about all kinds of stuff and watch DVDs. I stay till around 11 plus before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home, my bomb was waiting for me! It was so irriating! To be exact, it started a few days ago. My housemate just sucked! I think it was Monday. She was telling me not to boil so much water if I cant finish them. But my mummy always boil 1 kettle of water and left it there for me to fill my water bottle. Moreover it is such a waste of electricity if you just boil the water for a cup (like what she did). It is more irriating when you come home and there's no water to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, she ask me not to use heater. I mean I can understand it is a bit wasteful of electricity. However, I dont really on it for long hours. I dont really on it even when Iam studying. I just on just before I sleep. It is to warm my bed. She can use the washing machine for just a few pieces of clothings when I will normally wait till the full load. If we really want to say anything, guys let's judge who is using more electricity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? She dont close the door or flush the toilet when she use the toilet. If she were to stay with Derrick, I am sure she will be dead! It is so irriating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today just sucked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-115419126353530471?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/115419126353530471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=115419126353530471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/115419126353530471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/115419126353530471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/07/ch-58-today-just-sucked.html' title='CH 58: Today just SuCkEd!'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-115397148111260698</id><published>2006-07-27T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T11:38:01.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 57: Our 10th Years Hoilday Trip</title><content type='html'>Hey ger... I guess everyone been thinking about the hoildays trip right? Although I am a full time student cum part time worker cum full time tourist, I have been thinking about the possible places of our trip. Why not we go PULAU UBIN??? Any suggestions? It will also be consider as Overseas trip, right? Over the sea is overseas le! Wahaha.... Moreover I think the place is beautiful... Beautiful wildlife, sunset, beaches and food.... (I will try to post the pics up when I am free) We can stay there over the weekends. Then all those who are working need not take any leaves. Wahaha... We already have our full time photographers (Dino n Bryant~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited about it... We can stay at the MCC resort. There's lots of facilities there. We can also fulfil our canoe (Kaya?) dream! Is it a great idea? I think the rest of the introduction  will leave it to Q... She's a regular...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone must reply me huh? Ciaoz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-115397148111260698?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/115397148111260698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=115397148111260698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/115397148111260698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/115397148111260698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/07/ch-57-our-10th-years-hoilday-trip.html' title='Ch 57: Our 10th Years Hoilday Trip'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-115323400507126083</id><published>2006-07-18T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:18:27.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 56: I am a Learner Now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen ( though there might b no gentlemen) I am a Learner now. It means I had passed my learner permit ( aka Driving Basic and Advance theory in Singapore) today at 230pm. Wahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4587/3189/1600/P5180358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4587/3189/320/P5180358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how my learner's permit look like. The test consist of 2 parts. Part A is the give way questions. I must get all the questions correct before I continue to part B. For Part B, it comprised of 42 questions where only 10 wrong answers are allowed. I only got 5 wrong answers. It was much better than my practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a happy soul now. Hopefully I can start my driving next week. I will need at least 50 hours of driving experience. It means after my driving lessons that consist of 16 hours, I would need another 34 hours before I get my P plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me all the best, ok? *Fingers crossed* I promise I will be a good girl and a good driver. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-115323400507126083?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/115323400507126083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=115323400507126083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/115323400507126083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/115323400507126083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/07/ch-56-i-am-learner-now.html' title='Ch 56: I am a Learner Now!'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-115297024005804461</id><published>2006-07-15T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T21:30:40.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 55: .... ... ....</title><content type='html'>I got back my results. Feeling a bit useless. Just let me whine abit ba. I promise I will be fine after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am just not a cut for studying. I mean no matter how hard I tried, I never seems to get what I hope. A apple. I am really very disappotinted, especially for Research Methods 1. I know people can just say," Oh, you have done your best. It's over. There's nothing else you can do anymore. Work harder for the next semster." But you never know how many nights I stay up to work for my assignments, to study for exams and how much I stay at home to study. Maybe I am not suitable for the course. I really feel like giving up. I had tried for long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate myself at times. Why I am not clever enough? Why my working memory cant contain more stuff? Really wandering if my brain is made of tofu instead of brain cells...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.... But no matter what, I will finish what I had started. At least I pass all. I never fail any subjects till now. Cheer up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;Jolene :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-115297024005804461?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/115297024005804461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=115297024005804461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/115297024005804461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/115297024005804461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/07/ch-55.html' title='Ch 55: .... ... ....'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-115228186264735297</id><published>2006-07-07T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T22:17:42.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 54: Happy bday to me</title><content type='html'>Today is my da shou. Wahaha... It is nothing very special. I just went for a dinner with my college mates. But most of them were away. Nevertheless I did enjoy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My presents~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a surfshorts and T-shirt from TY n Ah ling by post. It was really very sweet. Next on the list was a pair of earrings and necklace from Krystal, Joanne, Christine and Butter. The most funny present I received was from Chiuyu (Superfish). It is a pair of purple chopsticks look alike aka tongs or clothes peg look alike. He thought that I dont know how to use chopsticks. Super funny... He is a very nice guy, always bullied by me. Now I have my personal chopsticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wishes~&lt;br /&gt;From friendster, I saw something which is real sweet. From Q, happy birthday. You will receive your present when you come back with our presents. What a good friend I have. She never consider the fact that her poor friend is still a poor student. Haiz.... Poor me. I was quite surprised that Richard still remember my bday. Hmm... that's nice too.... then have wishes from Ah ling, Junhe, Michelle and Peiling. Ty also called me early in the morning. Huiya also remember my birthday. so funny. But I still dont have the time to meet up with her yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I am sick today. What a nice present from God. I am running a slight fever and cough. It feel so great when you are in the cold. You can feel the heat moving out of your body. Heat transfer. At least for the first time I dont really feel cold. It was around 8 to 7 degrees. But dont ask me to see the doctor. I will never see the doctors here. My friend went to see the doctors when she was having fever of 38 degrees. The lovely doctors said to her," Dont worry. You will be fine. The cough and fever will go away by itself." Cool, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to spend my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;Jolene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-115228186264735297?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/115228186264735297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=115228186264735297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/115228186264735297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/115228186264735297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/07/ch-54-happy-bday-to-me.html' title='Ch 54: Happy bday to me'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-115209302529652654</id><published>2006-07-05T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T21:49:24.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 53: All the best</title><content type='html'>Hm.... Where should I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just received the news that Amanda's Dad was hospitalised. I hope he will have a speedy recovery. Although I knew about Amanda's plans to Shanghai like ages ago, my tears still flow upon hearing that she would be leaving for Shanghai next week. Why? It is because I know not long from now she will be leaving for Shanghai for a really long time. I should feel happy for her. But all the memories just flashed back . She had always been a very lovely friend to me. She is always so supportive of whatever decision I made. My piggy gang will be smaller and smaller. Wahaha... All is just part and parcel of life. Everyday you would meet new people and lose some of them. Nevertheless, life still goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A zaza Fighting~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulu.... must be careful on your trip... Dont fall into the sea~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ling n Yun... All the best for your exams, assignments and work... Work hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;Jolene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-115209302529652654?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/115209302529652654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=115209302529652654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/115209302529652654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/115209302529652654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/07/ch-53-all-best.html' title='Ch 53: All the best'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-115175722321061405</id><published>2006-07-01T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T20:33:43.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 52: Me!</title><content type='html'>Wahaha... Now I seriously believe why people like winter. You can really sleep. I used to shout at Lulu for sleeping till 4pm and such. But now I am wrong. I slept till nearly 2pm. Itis 1.48pm. Oh my god! I must be really very tired. I think since May, I never really have a good night sleep. At times, my tensions got me so up tight that I would wake up in the middle of the night. Or I would be lying in my bed till morning. But anyway, it is all over. Right now, I would go party party... including sleeping. Wahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I woke up late, I cancelled my swimming with Michelle (btw, there's heated pools in Australia). I badly need to get myself back in shape after all the late night tibits and weeks of no movement. Then I was playing with friendster. I was reading all the testi. Do you know what? I realised something common. One comment was common among all despite the fact that I had different groups of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the word is 38, talkactive and Noisy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my... I really give that kind of impression. Maybe that's in the past. At least that's what I hope. But how many friends do I still go out with? I think of the 140 plus friends I had. I only go out with 30? Haha... Now you really have to admit that life is a train with passenagers in and out of your life. When you start to contact your old mates, they would be real suprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya.... I received a very sweet suprise from TY and Ah ling yesterday. They actually mail me their presents for me. I was really very touched. Especially from Ah ling. LIfe got the head of us. We had some misunderstanding during last year. I mean I was really disappointed in her. I know she is a very loyal friend. But suddenly she seemed so cold towards everyone. That really widened our distance. I really thought I would lose a friend. I wrote her a email after I got back here. Her reply made me realised communication is a two way thing. For all my life, I always think what is best for them. I never wanted to trouble anyone, including my relatives. that is why I keep quiet about most of my things. Trust me my whole family is like that. Maybe I was taught this way. I never ask them if that is what they wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to say I am sorry. But I am still learning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-115175722321061405?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/115175722321061405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=115175722321061405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/115175722321061405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/115175722321061405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/07/ch-52-me.html' title='Ch 52: Me!'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-115158000905877169</id><published>2006-06-29T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T00:03:42.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 51: End of exam fever</title><content type='html'>Wahaha.... on the 26th Jun I celebrated the end of my 3rd sem. I am overjoyed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone see I am lying? Wahaha.... When I was doing my Development exam, I was cursing at Ah bu! Who the hell told me that ALL Psychology exams are MCQ? To be honest, none of my exams this sem are totally MCQ. Like what is being mentioned in AH bu's journal, we have Short Ans questions. Haha... They are real short for my development psychology. I really dont know what to write as there were just too many things that I need to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting to mention about the Reseach Methods 1, this is my first time in the whole of my 18 years of education that I spend 3.5 hours and not able to finish my papers. Sob Sob... Why? Why? WHy is there so many things to write? Maybe I should do the "short" answers first. Never mind... Don't wish to waste my time thinking about it. I am actually thinking of going to Sydney. I am still discussing with my friend. I hope I can go. If not, I will start learning my Learner's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Ya... This entry is to remind all my beloved ones, including my most important man of my life. There's an &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Angel's &lt;/span&gt;birthday is coming &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(7th July~)!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;And the angel is &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;! Wahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case, anyone is wondering who is my important man. He is my kor kor... My Favourite ATM. No ATM is as steady n long lasting as him! Cheers, mate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;Jolene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-115158000905877169?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/115158000905877169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=115158000905877169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/115158000905877169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/115158000905877169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/06/ch-51-end-of-exam-fever.html' title='Ch 51: End of exam fever'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15029395.post-115116251756524093</id><published>2006-06-24T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T23:25:23.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 50: My 50th Entry!</title><content type='html'>Hey hey, It's my 50th entry. I am abit bored from all the studying. The more I read about the skewness, Kurtosis, the Levene of varience and etc.. The more I hate it. Why cant they make the langauge of statistics more common? Haiz... I had not been going out for the past few weeks. I am a chair potato ( glued to my study chair). But the stupid weather made me wake up at only 12 pm almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th June 2006&lt;br /&gt;My development exam was screwed up. Haiz... That's just too many things to write. I had 40 MCQ and 7 short Answers (worth a page long of short answer are not short lor!). I think my answers were around 3/4 page long. I didn't know what to write anyway. I just pray or beg that I didnt do too badly. By the way, it was a 3 hours paper. From 9am to Noon. The Wayville was so cold lor... Anyone remember watching those movies where the actors spoke with smoke coming out of their mouth? That was what happened to me. Haha... So interesting. I was playing with the air.. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th June 2006&lt;br /&gt;It was Joanne's birthday. Haha... We went to eat at Hot Pot. A little something that make my day. There was around 15 of us, consisting mainly people from Hosanna. Oh ya... as Kazu (singaporean and Jap mixed blood) seem pretty interested in our birthday girl. When Joanne was having her birthday cake ( actually it was a dounut with a big candle), we kept insisting that Kazu give her a birthday kiss. Haha... The candle was those you hav during blackout. Haha... SO we patiently waited for him to kiss her. Haha.... That was fun. On our way back home, we keep pushing them together. Finally they held hands. What a good matchmaking session!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will spend the loneliest birthday I am going to have. As I will be working on that day, I dont think I would have much celebration. Maybe I might ask Michelle out for dinner. I already have a sponsorship for my birthday cake by Ms TY. But I must buy myself. Most of my friends are going back to their country. I should say that they are back in their home country since most of them finish their exam earlier than me. (Sob Sob) Never mind. I should feel happy for them as they can be with their family. I still have my four walls. HeeZ... Oh my I sound like a old lady... Stop it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya I feel like watching Swan lake on ice. But I think the tickets would be very expensive. Haiz... I think it would be very nice. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I will look forward for my Statistics Exam on Mon. I am really looking forward to that. I think I can do quite well since it is a open book exam. Although I hate it, I understand most of the stuff like one tail or two tail significance. Enough of my grumbling. I want to sleep now. Nitez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;Jolene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-115116251756524093?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/115116251756524093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=115116251756524093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/115116251756524093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/115116251756524093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/06/ch-50-my-50th-entry.html' title='Ch 50: My 50th Entry!'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-114956461018739572</id><published>2006-06-06T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T11:30:10.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 49: When you cant even help yourself</title><content type='html'>If the aim of studying this course is to be able to help others, how about the life of your own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe like what Q always say, " Yao zhi Ai!". You must learn to love yourself before you love others. Today's tutorial was horrible. It supposed to be our last tutorial. Adam even prepared chocolates for us. This morning one of my classmate took his own life. I was lost for words. Adam's eyes was all red. I could see that he had been crying. He is a very good tutor. Haiz... Why cant people handle stress? I thought we handed up all our assignments. I was so relieved. But now I realised that somebody are still struggling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were tears in that classroom. Do anyone realised how much you affect others when you took your own life? My dear friends, please think positively. There is nothing that cant be solved. Life is not just about black and white, a yes and no. There's grey areas. Problems sure can be solved. I dont know what I am talking about anymore. I am just sad. If anyone of you are stressed, please call me, ok? Just want to say you all means a millions to me in my life. Must take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;Jolene  :*(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-114956461018739572?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/114956461018739572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=114956461018739572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/114956461018739572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/114956461018739572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/06/ch-49-when-you-cant-even-help-yourself.html' title='Ch 49: When you cant even help yourself'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-114933266360546756</id><published>2006-06-03T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T19:12:17.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 48: Farewell n Best Wishes, Yuya</title><content type='html'>Today marks the departure of Yuya. I hate departures. Especially when I know the chances of seeing them again is slim. I miss Yuya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is someone who is so passionate about his work, life and eveything. When you see him, he is always full of zeal.. He is a pastor from Hosanna Heights. He chose to come Adelaide to learn English and how to work as a pastor. He wish to educate the people from Japan about life after death so that they will not be lost and hopeless. I admired his character. Not only because he is determined to go after his dreams. Also because he is always so concerned about everyone from Hosanna. I just remember telling him I had a test on a Monday during breakfast. I ask him to pray for him. And he really did. Even after I move out, he would still show his concern for me through msn. Once I was a bit down, not sure what to do, he corrected my mistakes and even bring me a book. He would always pay attention to every little details in your life. I mean how can he do it? There's like 60 over students in Hosanna and hundreds of other people in his church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was his farewell party. I went. Huiqi did a video of his life for the past 2 years. It was amazing. Most of us nearly cried. He was nearly in tears, choking at every word that he said. Initally he planned to stay here for only 1 year. Then he extend to 1.5 and finally 2 years. Oh ya, all of us went to Pancake house. The whole restuarant was full packed with us. The bill? Paid by Uncle David (Owner of Hosanna). I reckon the full bill might be around 1.2k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to send him off but I had to work. This picture showed his flight. He is blessed. Heaven also gave him a gift. Farewell Yuya. Like what you said, may we meet some time, some where, in Japan, in Australia or in Heaven. God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7298/1378/1600/P1020290.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-114933266360546756?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/114933266360546756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=114933266360546756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/114933266360546756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/114933266360546756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/06/ch-farewell-n-best-wishes-yuya.html' title='Ch 48: Farewell n Best Wishes, Yuya'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-114856854614080945</id><published>2006-05-25T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T22:49:06.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 47: Overseas studies, a start of your dreams or culture shock?</title><content type='html'>What am I doing here? When I should be doing my assignment? Ok.. Just give me 5 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a chinese article by the immigrants here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a overseas student is it a start of your dreams or only to return to your home country to face culture shock? Yes, a place where you lived for like 20 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of your university days, you were trying hard to adjust to a place of a different culture. No more smoke free campus, no more printed notes and no more homework. All in all seems to be fun. But when we first came over, we would have problem in our language. Believe me they dont understand singlish nor english? Everything is half the pace as before. Due to discrimination, they look down on our working ability. When we finally prove our worth, it's time for us to go back to where we belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in singapore, the bosses expected a worker who devoted totally into the job. Meaning? 100% of the time would on the job. But in australia? A worker only need to devote the 8 hours to work. After that, all the time is yours. No such thing as OT and bringing back to do. The pace is much lower. Everything. You can expect the back teller to chat a bit before settling your stuff. You can wait from morning to afternoon just for the technian to have a look at your problem. To fix it? Wait for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So?? Overseas students became less competitive. When we go back to our own country, we are like turtle. No longer running at our top performance. Like Huiya. Alot of us no longer can go aback to where we belong. Sad? Yes, it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-114856854614080945?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/114856854614080945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=114856854614080945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/114856854614080945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/114856854614080945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/05/ch-47-overseas-studies-start-of-your.html' title='Ch 47: Overseas studies, a start of your dreams or culture shock?'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-114810939608152918</id><published>2006-05-20T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T15:16:36.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 46: Penny for my thoughts..</title><content type='html'>I am going crazy with my assignments... Hoping everything will end soon.. I hate STATISTICS! Not a least like maths. Don't think you are good at graphs, you will excel in Statistics. Then I still have another assignment. Youth sucide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, something popped in my thinking cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why people who believed in taoism, buddhism are called Superstition? However, people who believe in Jenus somehow more classy? The sterotyping of the religon makes me wonder. If what you believe in is good for your own development as a person, I think whatever you believe in does not matter anymore. As long as it makes you feel good about yourself and making contribution to this society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going crazy. Everyday thinking about psychology. I was quite suprised to have a sunny day yesterday. However, the temperature is like 18 degree. Haha.. Not much difference from a rainy day. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;Jolene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-114810939608152918?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/114810939608152918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=114810939608152918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/114810939608152918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/114810939608152918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/05/ch-46-penny-for-my-thoughts.html' title='Ch 46: Penny for my thoughts..'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-114758677164656036</id><published>2006-05-14T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T21:58:45.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 45: HapPy MuMmY~ DaY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HaPpIe MoThEr'S DaY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To my mom, my Ah ma n all the moms in this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not forgetting our dearest Ah Bu at Genting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I called my mom the first thing I woke up. I guess she was a bit stunned by the crazy phone call. Then she calmly ask me where's her present. I just said," Your present is me! Haha... Someone to call you mom and you have one more festival to celebrate. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Actually I should ask her to ask her present from her son. He will never remember all this. I think being a mom your worry is forever. No matter how well your children had perform or how badly.. you sure have something to worry about. For instance, a millionaire's mom will worry if the son sleep enough or will someone rob the son. So dont think that your mom will stop worrying the day you grow up. Or dont feel you are causing too much trouble just because you are not prefect in any way. It is inherent that they will worry. This shows their motherly instinct. But of course dont create such a big trouble like commiting crime. Other than that, I think it will be fine. :) Nevertheless, I believe they will be so proud of you no matter what you have became. I think you guys will not feel it as your parents are still young. For me, Haiz... I called it the graducation ceremony. I fail my O levels English (yeah.. despite the fact that I study them for 10 over years), an average student with all the Cats and Dogs. It is worse for my brother. My mum will never fail to show us off to the neighbours or anyone she know. All you need to do is to smile. :) Yes. Just smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To my mom:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey thanks for the decision to marry my dad. Without that decision, I guess there will not be my brother and me. Next, thanks for giving birth to me. I know it is painful. But despite the shouting and yelling, I am born. Thanks for scolding, nagging and the restless nights. I really appreciate them. But please dont nag anymore! Lastly, Happy mother's day. I will continue to create trouble so that you have something to do in your life. Cheers~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From your daughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Juan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-114758677164656036?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/114758677164656036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=114758677164656036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/114758677164656036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/114758677164656036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/05/ch-45-happy-mummy-day.html' title='Ch 45: HapPy MuMmY~ DaY'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-114714886923556893</id><published>2006-05-09T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T12:28:23.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 44: Exam timetable!</title><content type='html'>My exam timetable will be as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Development Psychology 20/6 9am&lt;br /&gt;(2) Research Method 1 26/6 9am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit ... I hate morning exams, especially during winter. It is so cold... Never mind. Must be positive about it. It might be the few exams that I will be taking during my lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received my birthday present from Daniel, my primary school friend. Haha... It is quite early for a present. But they will keep me occupied for the winter breaks. DVD! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now working on my Research Method report. Just received the data from Rob. I have not figure out what to do with them. I think is independent T-test. But I want to do up the introduction first. The topic is gender differences in attribution towards crime tendency. Haha... Very interesting, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realise all of my friends will be going back... Ah bu, MC, Kazu (singaporeans), Krystal, Joanne and Christine (Malaysians). I am not sure about Xiao Xiao, XiaoFei and Fei Fei. Yuya is going back to Japan in June. I think I am going to miss his presence. He is so passionate about his work. He even gave me a book -- The purpose-driven life. -_-" Haiz... I appreciate his offer. But I still dont have time to read it. By the way, he is a pastor. But I think Paul (Brewerkz) will still be in Mel. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;Jolene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-114714886923556893?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/114714886923556893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=114714886923556893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/114714886923556893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/114714886923556893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/05/ch-44-exam-timetable.html' title='Ch 44: Exam timetable!'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-114664693267817758</id><published>2006-05-03T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T20:11:01.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 43: MIA</title><content type='html'>Hey guys... I offically declared my MIA mission start from this week till the end of my exams. I am sorry that my exam timetable is not out yet. Haiz.. Unisa's working ability is very slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I can go for retail thearpy (new term learnt from Research methods lecture)! Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya.. I will be going Great ocean road in Sept! Really looking forward to that. Wah liew.. Ah bu is going back to Singapore. * Green eyes* I also wish to go back.. Never mind! I will be fine. I am Fine. I told you I am FINE! ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long july holidays what can I do? Maybe I go bagpack? Well.. will think about it when the time comes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays all my guy friends seem to be on ORD mood... Haha.. Time really flies.. From their botak look to a darker and well built body, I feel so proud of them. But they surely become more naggy... always complaining.. Oops.. Guohui is my first guy friend to go army and ORD. He's a smart policeman. Actually I really hope he will continue his police career. The reason is simple. I had never seen him in that uniform. Hey being his best girlfriend, I sure have the chance to see what. But never mind la. He no longer wanted to be in the police force. He still have the desire to be his King of Air con.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am waiting for my last closest guy friend to ORD. When he ORD, I am going to graduate! Chua See Wee, you better Jia you. STop dreaming. Be a good soldier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, HuIjUan ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HaPpIe 22nd BiRtHdAy!&lt;br /&gt;OoPs... I mention your age &gt;.&lt; " But I never say we are of the same year right? haha... Anyway, All the best to your career and relationship. Enjoy your honeymoon,k? Dont always change boyfriends hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya guys.. Must take good care... dont be stressed about work. Smile! Jia you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;Jolene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-114664693267817758?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/114664693267817758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=114664693267817758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/114664693267817758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/114664693267817758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/05/ch-43-mia.html' title='Ch 43: MIA'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-114632193859664489</id><published>2006-04-29T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:45:54.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 42: Hm.. Shitty Business!</title><content type='html'>I am dead tired... Yesterday I work for nearly 12 hours. Oh my god... I work from 12 to 9PM!! I really dont understand why whenever I work on friday night it is so busy? My legs nearly break!... Luckily, Uncle Richard send me home. Or else I think I will need to crawl back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, my main purpose of this entry is to report a very interesting fact about Australia. Ah bu, if you ever notice, there's a lot of TV programmes that involved parenting skills. Like super nanny! haha... Imagine you need professionals to teach you how to take care and educate your kids. Please dont laugh! It is a serious problem in Australia. Maybe it is the "ang mo" culture! Single parents are a norm here. As long as you are a single parent, you dont really need to work. The government will pay for your kids. Maybe good. or bad in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Rundle Mall, just at HS shopping centre(in the city of Adelaide), while I was waiting for the bus at 6pm, I saw a mom bring 2 kids. Suddenly, I heard somthing like "Put on your pants!" I thought must be the kid is naughty. You know la... Kids sometimes like to pull up the skirt... Then after all the shoutings, I saw the mom bringing the 2 kids up to the bus. As the wind was quite strong, I wanted to walk to where the mom was to hide from the wind. Hey Hey, guess what did I saw?&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;......................&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit! Yes, the boy actually shit in front of the shopping centre's exit door. What kind of parents are they? Haiz... I really dont know what should I say. I just pity the cleaners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-114632193859664489?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/114632193859664489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=114632193859664489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/114632193859664489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/114632193859664489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/04/ch-42-hm-shitty-business.html' title='Ch 42: Hm.. Shitty Business!'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-114553824027447999</id><published>2006-04-20T20:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:13:33.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 41: A snapshot of a UniSa student's life</title><content type='html'>This is the last week of my non teaching period. Yes! It is called non teaching period, no longer called school holidays. " You are still expected to do some work during this period. It is not your holidays" (Rob, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to complete my personality essay this week. Hence, It became a 11 to 5 thing for me. Imagine Sotong going to Unisa everyday? I am way behind my agenda. I actually wanted to start my revision during this holidays. However, I had not. I hope Anaza day will be useful for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to Marion with Huiya again on Tuesday. Finally I watched the movie-walk the line. It is really good. I like the country style of music. Reese Witherspoon is always my idol. Oh my god. I think I will not do any movie review due to the lack of time. Conclusion: Go watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was chatting with one of my collage mate. Maybe we are from a different culture and background. I just feel he is not mature. To be honest, I am pissed off by his attriude. MC (a singaporean girl) had some family matter. Hence, she went back to singapore today. He was asking me about it. Ijust told him that I feel it is better for him to express his concern to her personally. To me, family matters are always private. I just dont wish that words would spread around. Guess what he say. "You speak like a therpist. Stop talking like one." Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, it is getting colder. 18 degrees... It had been raining. Time to put on raincoat! haha... Jia you, Jolene!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-114553824027447999?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/114553824027447999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=114553824027447999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/114553824027447999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/114553824027447999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/04/ch-41-snapshot-of-unisa-students-life.html' title='Ch 41: A snapshot of a UniSa student&apos;s life'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-114449828182655281</id><published>2006-04-08T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T20:11:22.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 40: A Litre of Tears</title><content type='html'>To alot of people, being alive is just about going to work, going to school, going shopping, going for movies, doing household chores. Many of us will dread at even the thought of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, someone in some part of the world is trying their best to stay alive. To stay alive is all they ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams, responsibilities which is more important? Money or life? With all the money, without health, is this the life you wished for? Working hard at work became a responsibility or still your dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am sick, can I still face the world with the same smile? I really dont know. But I know there is someone who had faced the world with smile, no matter what had happened to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a story of a diary of a girl who suffered from schizophrenia at the age of 15 years old. She was a very good basketball player, great at schoolwork, understanding sister and lovely daughter. However, god slowly took away her ability to run, walk, speak and write. She was forced to give up her favourite basketball, her right to fall in love, her friendship with her classmates. Nevertheless, she never failed to write her diary. It was her hope to stay alive. Her diary "A litre of tears" was published in Japan, sold 180 000 copies. Thoughout her short life of 25 years, she brought sunshine, hope and encouragement to the people around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried from the 1st espiode to the last. I think should have at least a litre of tears .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-114449828182655281?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/114449828182655281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=114449828182655281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/114449828182655281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/114449828182655281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/04/ch-40-litre-of-tears.html' title='Ch 40: A Litre of Tears'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-114406021394361007</id><published>2006-04-03T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T18:30:14.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 39: My new home</title><content type='html'>This entry is devoted to my dearest Grandpa. 1st April marks the 100th day since he left this world and my last day at Hossana Heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah Gong, I am sorry that I cant in Singapore or anywhere near you to pray for you. But you are always in my heart, mind and soul. I used to work hard so that you can be proud of me. But now I will work even harder so that when I left this world, I have a lot of wonderful stories to tell u. Ah Gong, wait for me. Lastly, I miss you. I really do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day at Hosanna Heights&lt;br /&gt;Hosanna Heights bring me alot of joy, laughter and memories. I know a lot of people from there. The people are really very nice. They are always willing to lend a helping hand. I am like a little sister to everyone. Xiao Xiao, Xiao Fei, Fei Fei, Mc and many more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya... I saw so many people from Hosanna today. I saw Carol, Xiao Fei, Ai ling and 4 nursing students. Although Adelaide is small, I have never meet anyone I know on streets... Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are coming... It will be Krystral and Xiao Xiao's birthday. We thought of organising a BBq ... By the way, The Aussie way of BBQ is just hot dogs. And that's it... So Ah bu, if anyone ask you for a bbq, remember  to bring something to eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-114406021394361007?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/114406021394361007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=114406021394361007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/114406021394361007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/114406021394361007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/04/ch-39-my-new-home.html' title='Ch 39: My new home'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-114328116187757239</id><published>2006-03-25T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T18:06:02.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 38: ... Expired Can food</title><content type='html'>When a can of friendship expired, will it be thrown away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many real friends do I have now? Distance not only separate me from my loved ones, it also cut me from a world I called my history for 21 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it sad that when you tried to show concern for someone you so called good friend, the conversation sound so much like strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:" Hihi"&lt;br /&gt;B:"Hello."&lt;br /&gt;A"Are you ok?"&lt;br /&gt;A:"Morale low because of your exams?"&lt;br /&gt;B"Ya."&lt;br /&gt;A:" Take care."&lt;br /&gt;B:"I will. You too."&lt;br /&gt;A:"Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;B:"Welcome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my good friend saying welcome to me. It sounds so disappointing. I really should not ask about her. Maybe I will be better off. I devoted my life on the friendship. This is what I get. A thank you. A welcome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never once I feel this way. I feel that I am alone. Alone in Singapore. Other than my family, I have no one. I no longer belong there. It is very scary. Maybe I should stay in Australia after my studies. Not only I will get a higher pay, a car, a house and paying off my debts. Rather than going back, I need to adjust to a "new" environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a expired can food. Expired on 26 Feb 2005.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-114328116187757239?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/114328116187757239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=114328116187757239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/114328116187757239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/114328116187757239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/03/ch-38-expired-can-food.html' title='Ch 38: ... Expired Can food'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-114265809567569268</id><published>2006-03-18T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:23:59.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 37: Stressful Week</title><content type='html'>I had completed my training for behavior Therpist. However, I still dont have time to do my observation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th March 2006, 11th March 2006&lt;br /&gt;My first training for behavior therpist for autism children. To me, it seems more like a discussion rather than training. There was a mother, Maria, whose child was a autism child. There was a section where we watched a video of the sessions. It was really saddening. I nearly cried. However, we have to be prfessional. Hence, I hold back my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The method they use on autism children was called applied behavior analysis. One of the characteristics of autism children was long term memory. There was a case where a autism child refused to enter into the classroom. He would shout and scream everyday. In the end, the parents enrolled him into a special school. Then they realised that the reason behind the shouting and screaming was the date. The date on the blackboard. The teacher from the normal school would go into the classroom everyday to write the date on the blackroom. To the child, the date should be the same. Hence, he thought something was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had came up with picture cards, toys and etc to aid autism children to express themselves and to maintain their daily life. There were also children who recovered from autism. However, the percentage was not high. Every week, the autism child would have to sit up to 40 hours with the therpist. The therpist would guide the child the right way to behave, read and express their thoughts. With the help of compics (picture cards), they learn maths, vocabulary and grammar. Trust me, they are quite at it. At times, there would be blocks, matching and word association. The hardest part I guess would be when the child start to scream and throw stuff. We as therpist have to ignore all the actions and continue with the session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 March 2006&lt;br /&gt;It was the Agape Lounge (so called social night). There were band, coffee, food and dancing. It was quite interesting. Oh my god. Luckily, Uncle David ( the owner of the place) was not there. Or else, I think none of us would enjoy ourselves. He is a very nice guy. But I guess, with adults around, it would not be as fun. I will upload the pictures after my exams (next week is my exams, Haiz). There were a group of country kids (Teenages who stay in the adelaide hills). They were really funny. There was a guy who look like 30 but he is only turning 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I think it is time for me to continue with my assignment. I have to finish before Monday. Jia You :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-114265809567569268?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/114265809567569268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=114265809567569268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/114265809567569268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/114265809567569268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/03/ch-37-stressful-week.html' title='Ch 37: Stressful Week'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-114121195636743292</id><published>2006-03-01T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T12:36:19.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 36: I got it!</title><content type='html'>Haha... I will start my training on this Satursday, which will end next satursday. Yeah~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be thinking what am I talking about, right? I am refering to my application as a part time behaviour therpist for children who are suffering from autism. I thought I might need any interview and stuff like that. However, I just received a call from them. They want me to start my training this Satursday. I am so excited. Well... The only thing that I feel lacking from this course is attachment. Now I have arranged for my own "attachment". I hope this will push me closer towards my goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been at University for a few days. I am getting busy. I have 2 mid term exams to prepare for before my term break. I still have 4 article review and 1 essay to prepare by the end of March. No worries. I will pull through it. For development psychology, I hope to do about teenage sex. I have yet found any related research articles on that. Maybe I will change to other topics. I hope to make my decision by the end of this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I wish to thank Ah bu for her editing of my cover letter. I believe if not for that, I might not be selected. Thanks, Ah bu! Add oil for your Hons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-114121195636743292?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/114121195636743292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=114121195636743292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/114121195636743292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/114121195636743292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/03/ch-36-i-got-it.html' title='Ch 36: I got it!'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-114085970636851215</id><published>2006-02-25T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T17:28:26.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 35: Tired...</title><content type='html'>Wah... it's been a week in adelaide.. Ah bu called me on thurs after her dance... Then she kept telling me that she is going to Movie world. Haiz... I told her that her university is in mountains. She just say it is like genting. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I had been trying to read up my driving theory book. Oh my god, the questions seemed so hard. I am never good at MCQ. Anyway, I hope to pass my test by next week. I had to return the book to Veron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. I went to Cafe to find my boss, regarding my working schedule on Wednesday. Guess what? I heard another gossip. I was so sad. Too tired to feel angry anymore. V was back stabbing me, saying that I snatched her bf. I was like ("-.-). My god... I was attached at that time. Imagine if I was single. I think she might say I went to bed with her bf. Enough of that. I really think I need a break from all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to University and saw all my textbooks. They were so expensive. I think the total might add up to A$ 350. RM1 cost around 188. Development Psy cost around 90. Personality would cost another 112. Anyone would be kind enough to help me buy textbooks? Send it over to me. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Ms Lu... Not that I didnt want to wave to you guys. I was like crying like fountain. If I wave to you guys, I think the whole airport would be flooded. Anyway, I will take care of Agnes. No worries, mate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;Jolene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-114085970636851215?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/114085970636851215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=114085970636851215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/114085970636851215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/114085970636851215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/02/ch-35-tired.html' title='Ch 35: Tired...'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-114035111097288359</id><published>2006-02-19T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T20:11:50.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 34: Back in Adelaide n a New home</title><content type='html'>On 18th Feb 2006, I finally decided to continue my studies in Adelaide. I am now staying in a student hotsel. I hope to move out soon. The expenses are quite high. Rental (including meals) is around $220 per week. Of course there's other costs such as internet, washing and transport. The food is normal... But I guess I can cook better than them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the place is almost to the hills, it is 6 bus stops away(2 km away). Uncle David ask me to walk to school. I am like ("*_*)... The other students are quite alright. My "senior" stay beside me. She is studying Honours in Magrill. Hm... if I have any questions, can ask her... Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derrick pick me up from the airport and drive me to Veron's place to pick my stuff up. Tommorrow would be a busy day. I need to settle my enrolment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how's Ah bu? I hope she can get used to the weather soon. Better dont fall sick. Ah bu, we must work hard. Cant hug together and cry.. Too embarrassing ... :) Lastly, must be strong and never give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-114035111097288359?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/114035111097288359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=114035111097288359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/114035111097288359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/114035111097288359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/02/ch-34-back-in-adelaide-n-new-home.html' title='Ch 34: Back in Adelaide n a New home'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-113993718667007951</id><published>2006-02-15T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T01:13:06.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 33: HAppy V Day!</title><content type='html'>Today I went to jurong point for dinner and movies with Shiwei. Actually I wanted to go home and rest. I had been working non stop for like weeks. I guess the earliest that I knocked off was 9pm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my "date" with Mr Chua. We had our dinner at the best part of jurong point. Food court! Haha... It had the shortest queue. Anyway, we are not couple. Where ever would be fine for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie? I not stupid too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I watch the movie that I had been waiting for. It's really a very nice show. It reflect alot of my life. Maybe in years to come, we would be facing the same problem as them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last sat, we celebrated our motherless days. My dearest Ah bu will be leaving Singapore for Australia. Though we would be leaving on the same day, our return date is different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at the crossroad again. I remember a year ago, I was asking the same question. Should I stay or leave? I guess not alot of people understand the pressure I am facing. People may scold me for giving extra pressure on myself. At times, I really feel like crying and giving up. Especially after my grandpa's death and my dad's illness. I was never a good student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My application is back. I still need to study another 14 moudules. Even my uncle ask me to go back and study. But who will take care of my dad? I still have 3 more days. Ha Ha... I really dont know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-113993718667007951?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/113993718667007951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=113993718667007951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/113993718667007951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/113993718667007951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/02/ch-33-happy-v-day.html' title='Ch 33: HAppy V Day!'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-113890270535308728</id><published>2006-02-03T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T01:51:45.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 32 : Holland Village</title><content type='html'>I went to holland Village for dinner and drinks with Lynn today.We were like hopping betwwen the few places. I guess in total we went to 4 places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, we planned to have dinner at tango. However, the menu looked so much like Brewerkz. Oh no, I guess we were having post brewerkz illness. Hence, we wanted to leave. Due to the "face" factor, we had a drink and fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went on to sushi tei to have our main course. Hm... I miss sushi. And you know what? We were too full to have anything else. Hence, we only had hand roll, ramen and a few sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we planned to go home. However, as we passed by Eski bar, we have the urge to have a look inside. Thinking it would only be a few minutes, we went to have a drink that taste like cough syrup. Oh my god. I didnt even finish half. Ronwena, there's 2 part of the bar. Once I went in, Lynn was complaining of cold. Then we asked the waiter if there's other seats? You know what the "other" place was even colder. Once I opened the door, I told Lynn to go for the outside seat. However, they provide jacket. But I didnt wear. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we head off home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be Amanda's birthday. I understand that she is feeling very down. No one bother to reply her and she was the one who plan her own birthday. But I think I will not go for the dinner. I dont wish to face the fake friends that I have. Ling, I guess it is till the day you learn to appreciate your friends, or I will never go out as a group again. It is totally meaningless. I CAN LIVE VERY WELL WITHOUT YOU. If you believe that you are the only one who is busy with your work and studies, if you cant show concern and  understanding for other people, I believe you are no longer worth keeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-113890270535308728?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/113890270535308728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=113890270535308728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/113890270535308728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/113890270535308728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/02/ch-32-holland-village.html' title='Ch 32 : Holland Village'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-113881012564701750</id><published>2006-02-01T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T00:08:45.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 31: Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>Gong Xi Gong Xi!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's dog's year! All my dear friends please be careful. The predictations for this year is not good for us. Let's have a look at what I had done for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chu 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 11 am, just to realise that none of my family members were up. Haiz... Then I continue to my beloved Ah gong's place (I still prefer to call it my Ah gong's place though he's no longer with me) to visit my uncle and ah ma. The whole house seemed to be a little quiet. My beloved Ah gong's room was empty. You know what? There's no sight of melon seeds. Every year, my beloved ah gong would prepared 1 whole bottle of melon seeds for me. No one doted on me anymore. *Sob*Sob*  My cousins went on to have dinner at my place. Chris and Weifeng. Haiz... This 2 always quarrel. But their relationship is stronger than anyone else. Why? It is because they only have the 2 of them. My uncle is too busy for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I welcomed the arrival of my youngest uncle(my mother's side) and his relatives. In total, there's 5 of them. My uncle, his wife, his wife's 2 sister in law and his wife's brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chu 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really went anywhere because I woke up at 2pm. Yes, 2 pm. My dearest uncle and I had a chat till 6 am that morning. Oh my god.. Really had a lot to chat about. I guess in their eyes, I am a never grow up child. They never fail to be entertain my actions and words. I guess at times it is always good. However, in this way, no one would ever treat you seriously anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chu 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" We are going to the zoo zoo zoo... "&lt;br /&gt;I brought my uncle and gang to the zoo. Sy, finally I know how the elephants mate!!! Ha ha... We watched the animal show. Oh my god... the sea lions are so clever. The zookeepers must had fed them with Gain milk powder! My dear uncle was complaining of being tired. Hence, halfway, we went to Orchard to shop around. But you know what my dear uncle said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No matter what, we are not able to shop the whole orchard. Why not we head off to the night safari?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off we headed back to the zoo. We only sat on the tram ride. Oh my god. please dont waste your money on night safari. It is so dark . You only can wah here and there. The reason is they dont allow flashlights. Haiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chu 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was a earlybird. I went with my dad for his appointment. Then I send my uncle off to the airport. Although the trip was a short trip, I really appreciate his effort. He kept telling me that he would go with my family to Australia for my graduation!! Haha... I really hope there would be this day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a new year. I have no time for my new year wish. Next time ba. Lastly, all the best for the Doggy year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;Jolene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-113881012564701750?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/113881012564701750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=113881012564701750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/113881012564701750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/113881012564701750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/02/ch-31-happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Ch 31: Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-113837583534373473</id><published>2006-01-27T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T23:30:35.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 30: A series of unhappy events</title><content type='html'>Big news... Big news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My company was broken in last night. I should be happy. I was being paid for sitting around for 1.5 hours. Haha... However, I still need to work overtime. I stayed around till 7pm. I was being grilled for the past few days. I guess my earliest knock off day was on wednesday. I was not considered as early anyway. I brought my stuff back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya... Main point. My company employed a security guard and 2 dogs to guard the place. The guard only discovered the broke in at around 6 am. Oh my god. The poor uncle would surely be sacked. Next was the police. They called the police at 6 plus. They only arrived at 9 plus. A difference of 3 hours. I am wondering what the police were doing. Mr Xu Guo hui, can you answer me? Some of the aunties were commenting that if there were a murder case, the person would be dead. But I believe the ambulance would arrived first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole incident was so drama. The safe was badly damaged. The police blocked the whole place and were trying to find fingerprints. Haha... sounds so interesting... What a day, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next story is a story of my darling mushroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some unhappy thing happened to her last night. However, she chose to keep everything to herself. This made me more worried. Really wondering how is she coping. I wish to call her and check if she's ok. But I believe she is a strong girl. She will get over all the unhappy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Yeo, I believe you will cheer up soon. If you cant take it anymore, just call anyone of us. We will be on 24 hours standby mode. Always there for you. Jia you. It is not healthy to keep all to yourself. If you want to cry, just cry. My shoulder is wide enough! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-113837583534373473?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/113837583534373473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=113837583534373473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/113837583534373473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/113837583534373473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/01/ch-30-series-of-unhappy-events.html' title='Ch 30: A series of unhappy events'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-113794416000540026</id><published>2006-01-22T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T23:36:00.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 29: Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7298/1378/1600/DSC00649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7298/1378/320/DSC00649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where should I start? There's a old saying: " At home, you can rely on parents. At outside, you can rely on friends." However, I dont know as the time passed, friends became to be a pasttime. A hobby. A occasional thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How important are friends now? What makes us give up on our friendship that easily? If fate makes us meet in the midst of thousand and millions of people, why no one will cherish the friendship that you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dont wish to give up on all guys! However, there's always time where I am tired. Tired of holding on. If I am always the one who is holding on. If I am always the one who want to meet up. If I am always the one who do the extra mile. I give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this, I am sorry. It is time I will let go. Like anyone else, I have my own responsiblities and things that I need to complete. I know without me, all of you can live very well. Just remember that we were good pals before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;Jolene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-113794416000540026?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/113794416000540026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=113794416000540026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/113794416000540026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/113794416000540026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/01/ch-29-friends.html' title='Ch 29: Friends'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-113733819679176808</id><published>2006-01-15T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T23:17:08.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch28: Latest Update on ME!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hm... On 2nd Jan, I joined my piggy gang to sizzler for Ty n Jing's birthday. Oh my god.. I had lots of complaints!! Imagine it's already 10pm and our organizer (Lian) still had not message us about the details of the gathering. Our dearest birthday girl ask her about it. She only mentioned that she was busy and had no time to plan. Hence, in order to avoid disappointment, I message everyone and plan the event. All I got from that gathering was a shortage of $30. Haiz.. Then since everyone had a long time never watch movies as a group, we decided to plan a movie session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I swear not to organise all this again. Hence, the load was thrown to Yun. As I did not want to be left out during the gathering, I bought my priamy school friend (Daniel) along. Poor Daniel missed the few 5 minutes of the show due to a miscommunication, which was supposed to start at 1145pm. I was the first one to reach the place. Ty, James, Yun, Meepok and Ken reached at around 1140. As the rest of them did not tell us that they were at the cinema already, we waited for them. then We went to buy popcorn at level 3, not knowing that the popcorn were also availdable at level 4. When I saw Ling, Amanda, Lian, Jing and their boyfriends, I told them that the rest of them were buying popcorn at level. Haiz.... Ling called YUn and told her that she did not want to watch the movie. Haiz... The one who bought the tickets was Daniel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, I really think good friends will take things for granted! The reason is the same as relationship between lovers, parents and siblings. Time make people show less appreciation for their loved ones. When they started to lose them, everything is too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my poly friends, I just want to say please cherish our friendship. Not always the one deserve to do everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Siying, Ron and Q. Q had to leave early for work. I really enjoy myself. Though I did not shop as planned, I had a great talk with them. I am very happy on the fact that Siying grow up. She matured alot. I believe none of us was able to hold a candle to her. I will make my final decision by the 20th Jan. I promise I will let all of you know. That's all! Need to go sleep. Working tommorrow but I had not receive my pay. Must call the company!!! Time to put PIG HEAD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-113733819679176808?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/113733819679176808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=113733819679176808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/113733819679176808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/113733819679176808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/01/ch28-latest-update-on-me.html' title='Ch28: Latest Update on ME!!!!'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-113613352669249587</id><published>2006-01-02T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T00:38:46.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 27: HaPpY 2006 NeW YeAr</title><content type='html'>YiPpIe... It's 2006! I went back to my hometown(Brewerkz) for dinner... Never know that I am still as popular! I was like a superstar... took lots of photos.. Q had to pull me back to the seat! PooR Q!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I became the lightbulb between Wayne and Sy. We went to watch fireworks... It was beautiful. 10 minutes worth of them! By the way, I went to a matchmaking session by Mr Ding Junhe. I made 2 new friends- Mr Vincent and Mr Chicken Rice. Mr Chicken Rice was more funny.. Mr Vincent seem quite quiet.. Anyway, now is my Special time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important Events in my past year:&lt;br /&gt;1) I end my 2nd relationship with my Kenneth and 3rd relationship with my Carter. (oh ya, dont know where is my Carter now! Dead? *Touchwood*)&lt;br /&gt;2) I went to Adelaide to pursue my dreams of being a psychologist!&lt;br /&gt;3) I celebrated my 21st Da Shou! Though the party was a bit off key, I did enjoy myself.&lt;br /&gt;4) My Dad was sick&lt;br /&gt;5) I send my wonderful friend, best pal, lovely ah Gong on his last journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflection:&lt;br /&gt;2005 was a very important year to me. I learnt, fell, cried and laugh. It is full of joy, laughter, tears and pain. As I made a decision that would affect my current lifestyle, I gain and lost alot of things. I gain the life experience that I had been looking for and closer family ties. But I lost the money, friendship and my beloved Ah gong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people told me that I am fortunate. I was able to send my Ah Gong off. I had a foolish thinking. Maybe if I was not in Singapore, my ah gong might not go. If I never told him that he was able to discharge on that day, he would not wake up that early and bath. He would not fall. Ah Gong, can you hear my blessings for you? Please send a dream to me! I really wish to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friends. I am grateful that I really have wonderful friends. Friends who would encourage me whenever I faced any sad events (especially my secondary pals). They are the ones who never fail to lift up my spirits. Sadly, I think I had lose some of my precious friendship. My 7 angels. I am tired of organising all the events. I just feel it is not the lack of time that drove us apart. But the lack of love and contact drove us apart. I am sorry, girls. I am tired. I need to spend more time those who really cherish me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I wish my family good health and success in career. I hope my kor's hair will grow back! Haha... Cheers, pals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;Jolene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-113613352669249587?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/113613352669249587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=113613352669249587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/113613352669249587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/113613352669249587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2006/01/ch-27-happy-2006-new-year_02.html' title='Ch 27: HaPpY 2006 NeW YeAr'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-113575973209652098</id><published>2005-12-28T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T00:53:38.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 26: In Lovely Memories of My beloved Ah Gong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7298/1378/1600/Img00F1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7298/1378/320/Img00F1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Beloved Ah Gong n Kor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Taken on last year CNY)&lt;br /&gt;On 22nd Dec 2005, 2213hrs, my beloved ah Gong took his last breath and left this world at the age of 92 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His last journey had never been easy. On the day of his discharge, he woke up early at 4 am to take his bath. However, the nurses found him unconcisous in the ward, with white foam in his mouth. From there, he was transfered to ICU. He had to depend on life support machine. On the next day, the doctors had took off all mediation as he was not recovering. He left the world the very moment my dad stepped in the hospitial. As it was being classified as unnatural death, his body was being transfered to SGH. Despite all pleas, they did a autopsy on him. After 5 days of wake, his body was creminated at Mandai. Today we went to collect his ashes. Seeing your loved one being reduced to ashes brings so much pain. Carefully putting into his "home", he was finally reunited with his parents and son in the heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess all my good friends know how attached I was to him. He was the one who give me my self value. In a traditional family of mine, girls are not being valued. My own ah ma refused to take care of me when I was a baby. It was my Dearest Ah gong who took care of me. He was a fair man. As long as it is his grandchildren, he would play with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to remember he would cycle to my place in Jurong West from his house in Pandan Gardens. He would always reached my place at ard 7 am with breakfast in his hands. Who can be as healthy as him? Even the nurses at the hospitial told me that my beloved ah gong could walk faster than them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I had never thought that my trip back home was to send him off. I was glad that I was able to send him off on his last journey. But I really dont bear to let him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my blog title suggests, we chose our own feeling by the thoughts we chose. Hence, I will collect all my feelings and pull myself up. I believe he would be waiting for me at the end of the road when I breathe my last breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Gong, must take care! I will see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I am thankful for all my friends who show up at the wake. (Siying, Wayne, Serene, Hui Lian, Ty, Xunyin, Siew Ling, Amanda, James and Kenneth.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;Qiao Juan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-113575973209652098?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/113575973209652098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=113575973209652098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/113575973209652098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/113575973209652098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2005/12/ch-26-in-lovely-memories-of-my-beloved.html' title='Ch 26: In Lovely Memories of My beloved Ah Gong'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-113448938069263007</id><published>2005-12-13T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T23:56:20.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 25: Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>The steps to Christmas is getting closer. Oh.... I am so excited. I went to Rowena's place for my secondary school pals's christmas gathering. Guess what did we had for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat! Sounds more like Chinese New year gathering, right? Haha... however, I believe that all of us had enjoyed to the fullest. Weilin can really finish the " Xiang Xiang" vegetable! So unbelievable! The most interesting thing was to see my group of friends jumping up and down because of twinkle (Rowena's Dog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner, I had a small talk with Huijuan. Haiz... It's about Xiaoyu. I guess it is her character. She maybe afraid of loneliness. To her, her friends are leaving her. But it is just Life. If she continue to sound depressed, she may lose her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is short. Cherish It!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-113448938069263007?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/113448938069263007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=113448938069263007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/113448938069263007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/113448938069263007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2005/12/ch-25-christmas.html' title='Ch 25: Christmas!!'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-113204251384698027</id><published>2005-11-15T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T16:15:13.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 24: Life</title><content type='html'>Hm... Been a long time since I last really sit down and write about the stuff that had happened to my friends, family and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I want to say I really miss Guohui. Haha... He used to so close to me that we would always go Jurong point just to have dinner. I still remember that I would sit on his bike and he would cycle me home. Now, I dont even know what had happened to my dear friend. Well... heard from Shiwei, he found a job. I was so happy for him. I can understand that being a charming policeman is not a easy job. He really had too much responsibility. Hence, he was always so busy that he didnt send me off when I left for Adelaide, didnt come for my birthday celebration and didnt even notice that I was back in Singapore. He might be going back to study next year. Hence I wish him all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Rowena's birthday is coming. I can understand the kind of stress she is facing. Well.... I had been through it. Haha.. Ask me about that. It is very disappointing when the people you expected to come dont turn up. The excuses that they give is always " well... I am tired, busy and it is too far." The real reason is I dont know anyone there. It is werid for me to go. I am antisocial. It will be very boring. I am lazy.Most importantly, I dont wish to waste my time there. However, have you ever wonder that how disappointed the birthday girl would feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the only reason for the Birthday girl or boy to invite you is you are a valued friend in her life. Do you think it is cheap to organise the whole party? I reckon you would spend at least 500 to 1k. The food, drinks and the chalet all cost money. Haiz... Go think about it ba...Just my 2 cents worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, most of my friends are working. Being their listener, I strongly understand the stress they are facing. However, the most disappointing thing that I feel is work really drove people apart. No matter how close you are, they would not even take the trouble to go out anymore. Especially those who are attached( I dont refer to anyone in particular). Maybe I am just not used to the fact that we cant meet that often anymore. Or just because I am not attached, I have too much time to think how to keep my friendship. However, when I am not attached, it also does not mean I have all the time in the world to wait and organise all the events. I am tired of asking my poly friends out again. Hence, I didnt even tell anyone when I will be back in Singapore. Maybe when they start to wonder is QJ back? I think it would be time that I would tell them that I am back in Adelaide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is disappointing when your so called good friends only meet for birthday and festivals. Then we are like relatives. Haha...  If that is what life is all about, I would chose to seek for my own piece of sky. I read a email saying," It is not disappointing to have no friends but the feeling of being forgotten. is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, money is important. Life is more important. Have you ever wonder how long you can live? The good bye when you see your friend might be the last good bye. Cherish your present!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-113204251384698027?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/113204251384698027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=113204251384698027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/113204251384698027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/113204251384698027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2005/11/ch-24-life.html' title='Ch 24: Life'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-113154114469426285</id><published>2005-11-09T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T15:46:48.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 23: Excited!!!</title><content type='html'>I am so happy! So excited! Can anyone share my joy? HaHa... Too Happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick Ask me why!! Why would someone who is having exams, cares to write a blog entry at this point of time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason is:&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT a CREDIT (B) for my psychology 1B essay! It is my first credit for psychology related subject. I know it is no biggies. I mean Agnes or many other people get distinction (As) like it is free. But the person is me. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be really honest, I really thought of giving up. I mean at the end of the day we are still humans. We need to survive. Being a student is not easy. Imagine all your peers are already in the work force, earning their own living. At least they can start to enjoy "life" (hopefully without incurring credit card bills). I am the only poor student! I am 21 years old. How can I have the cheeks to ask my family for money? Interest is interest. But at the end of the day I also need to be down to earth. My parents are not young. My brother cant always defend me. Well... there's all my excuses. The real reason is I am not sure if I am really suitable for the course. Why I dont seems to have good grades? But now, I am determined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, I will continue this path. You can say I am being stubborn. Being selfish. But 1 day I will prove to everyone that it is not a rash decision. Anyway, back to my study for my psychology 1B exam this satursday. *keep your fingers crossed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-113154114469426285?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/113154114469426285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=113154114469426285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/113154114469426285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/113154114469426285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2005/11/ch-23-excited.html' title='Ch 23: Excited!!!'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-113119917851551332</id><published>2005-11-05T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T15:45:11.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 22: Sad</title><content type='html'>I am sad. My only shether in Adelaide seems to be no longer safe? There's lots of rumors... lots of uncertainity. I feel so unhappy at work. I no longer enjoy my work. How should I put it? There's a lot of jealousy within the place. After I take over Kelvin's shift (he was being sacked because of poor working attitude), there is a lot of problems. All along Uncle Richard doted on me. He would always buy me my lunch and breakfast while the guys have no meal. Hence there's a lot of people who is unhappy as Kelvin does not have meals though he is more senior than me. And ever since the senior staff had their pay raise, their meal allowance were being taken off. So I was the only one who have meal allowance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I really dont know who I can trust. Not my housemate. Not anyone. At times, Veron treat me very well. She really take care of me. But at times she can really be very mean towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will write everything after my exams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-113119917851551332?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/113119917851551332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=113119917851551332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/113119917851551332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/113119917851551332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2005/11/ch-22-sad.html' title='Ch 22: Sad'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-113101179308395367</id><published>2005-11-03T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T17:56:33.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 21: Veron's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Hey hey... did anyone miss me? Ha ha... I have lots to write sia.. I had been real busy. Wah.. so glad that I am done with two exams. Now I am left with Psy 1B. The play studies is a hazard! Imagine siting on the normal chair you have in lecture to write? Not only you dont have enough space, you need to bend down and write. I have to do 4 questions within 90 minutes. Haiz... seriously i cant finish. Well... Let's see the results ba! Up next is Sporting mind. One question worth of 40 marks. I almost write the whole textbook in. I am so worried man. Let's kick off about the exam stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last sat was Veron's birthday. We went for a 2 hour KTV at KBox (we also have Kbox hor!), followed by a dinner at a Japanese restuarant and drinking at Soul. I never enjoy any part of it. Maybe I really have a long time not been to KTV. I dont know what songs to sing. The dinner was what I hate the most. Let me count: I only have 2 sushi, 2 slice of duck, 2 slice of beef, some salad and 1 slice of ice cream cake. You know how much it cost me? 40 Aus dollars. Haiz... I did went to the restuarant before. The last time was better. I even had dessert. This time, the food was not ordered by Veron. Ruby order all the stuff she enjoy. I bet most of us didnt enjoy the food. I guess only Ruby and Felina eat the most. Poor Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clubbing session cost Jonan 300 bucks on the drinks. Luckily I dont need to pay. The entry was paid by Yen ( Kelly's boyfriend). Ruby and the rest were so engrossed with the dancing. They did not even accompany the Birthday Girl. Haiz... What a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Dont scold me for not studying. I did my revision before going for that. Hee hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I am left with Psychology 1b 's revision. I went to the lecture and realise that I Had so much to catch up. Hey guys, I am going MIA ... Hence, Take care... I will be back in Singapore Soon... Haha... Cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-113101179308395367?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/113101179308395367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=113101179308395367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/113101179308395367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/113101179308395367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2005/11/ch-21-verons-birthday.html' title='Ch 21: Veron&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-112944033912375451</id><published>2005-10-16T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T17:13:48.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 20: OSA Cup</title><content type='html'>Hey Hey... Yesterday was Overseas Student Assoication Cup &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Basically it is soccer!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Jonan is playing so he ask me to come along to support him. I woke up at 7 to get ready... oh my god! So beat when I reach home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a total of 8 groups ba... I think mainly is malaysians, hongkies, singaporeans and other people from other countries. There are people who bring their families. I played with a pair of twins. They are simply cute! The brother (Sam) is always running around. I am so worried that he will be hit by the ball. oh my god! The sister (Emily) is very active, always kissing me and trying to feed me with her pear. So cute! Too bad I forget to bring my carmera. Haiz... What a pity! It had been a long time since I last heard all the na beis, wah kaoz and CBs... Kinda of miss it... The malaysians of one group were saying all this... haha... making me feel so like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the whole event is a disaster! Almost all the matches end up in a fight! I left early to the library for my assignment. I was told that our team almost fight with the malays as they insulted the chinese. They mentioned that Chinatown stinks. One of the players just shoot back at him, saying, "Don't you go to Chinatown?" Haha... There is no tentage, no chairs and the management is so bad. And the organistor is Carter! I really don't know what is he doing. I heard from Jonan last year there was even BBQ. This year is really too bad. I think the people helping Carter are really hopeless. They just sit down there and chat whereas Carter is playing as the Captain of our team and running around for the event. I guess It is his fortune that in all the teams there's his friends. Or else it will end up in a huge fight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-112944033912375451?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/112944033912375451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=112944033912375451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/112944033912375451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/112944033912375451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2005/10/ch-20-osa-cup.html' title='Ch 20: OSA Cup'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-112904135910020766</id><published>2005-10-11T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T17:13:23.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 19: Movie Time-- 40 year old Virgin</title><content type='html'>Hey hey... I had a bad day at work and a worst dinner I ever had on Sunday. Lastly, I watch a movie which I don't really enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the post mix machine broke down. The whole storeroom was flooded with water. Uncle Richard say it is like a fountain! Haiz...Hence, we cant sell drinks by cups. I had to mop the whole storeroom and store all the bottled drink and can drinks in the freezer. So much work sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Veron meet her girlfriends for KTV. Then she did not cook dinner. She just ask me and Jonan to come out for dinner along with them. Anyway, I know them.. so it's ok! However, the food was delayed for half hour. Mine came last. They wanted to catch the 9 pm show. Ruby(Veron's friend) and two other guys went to get the tickets first. I feel so embarrassed as Veron and Jonan stay and wait for me to finish my dinner. But the dumpling noodles is not nice. I dont even hav any appetite as everything is too rush for me. I only have 10 minutes to eat. I just had 2 mouthfuls of noodles and I call it quits. The worst part is it cost me 9.50 Aus dollars for that 2 mouthfuls. I even had to walk up to the cashier and place my order. The place is very small and noisy. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly about the movie. The moive review about the show sounds so interesting. However, in every 2nd sentence they spoke is a F***! The part about the waxing of the chest of the lead was very painful... Ouch! There's another part where Andy (the lead) was trying to wear a condom. The show was quite funny. But I dont really like the show. Maybe I just find it bo liao? It is all about how his guy friends trying to teach him to pick up a girl from the bar, about drinking and about sex. But Andy really waited for his Ms Right to come along to have his 1st experience. Maybe it is what the show is trying to express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that show, my housemates keep telling me to be the 21 years old Virgin. Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-112904135910020766?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/112904135910020766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=112904135910020766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/112904135910020766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/112904135910020766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2005/10/ch-19-movie-time-40-year-old-virgin.html' title='Ch 19: Movie Time-- 40 year old Virgin'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-112878990803692898</id><published>2005-10-08T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T17:12:46.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 18: The Story of XiaoWei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7298/1378/1600/qj%20&amp;%20Her%20Bf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7298/1378/320/qj%20%26%20Her%20Bf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pic of Me n Xiao wei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Xiao wei, my friend's nephew is a poor child. A unwanted child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is staying with his maternal grandpa and aunt. His father is in jail. His mother has walked out of him, having her new family. His mother refused to have anything to do with him. Whenever he tried to get close to her, she will push him away. Even if he wants to play with his stepsister, his mother will scold him.Since young, he was being dumped to his grandma. However, his grandma pass away 3 years ago. Ever since then he is being taken care by his aunt and maid. As he is growing up, he start to split his personality. He is better behaved in front of his aunt. However, he will start to scold the maid when his aunt is not around. All he cares is about playing. He even dont want to go home and stay in the playground. he is only 10 years old. He refuse to do his homework. His aunt had to even bring him to the police when he run away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His aunt is considering to bring him to boys' home if he is beyond her control. I really dont want that to happen. Moreover he is still too young. Next year, his aunt will be going to Shanghai to work. There will be no one to over see him anymore. He will be left with the maid and his grandfather. His grandfather is too old to take care of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish that Xiao wei will be more sensible. He hurts everyone who dote and love him. Though he dont have his parents with him, he is still being loved by lots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-112878990803692898?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/112878990803692898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=112878990803692898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/112878990803692898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/112878990803692898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2005/10/ch-18-story-of-xiaowei.html' title='Ch 18: The Story of XiaoWei'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-112867989036535367</id><published>2005-10-07T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T17:11:23.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 17: YuPpIe~</title><content type='html'>Hey hey... feeling very happy... I got back one of my assignment for Sporting mind and body. You guess what did I have? It is a credit- distinction standard. You know what my leacturer wrote? "The essay is well structured. It has a good introduction and conclusion." Oh my god! You know why I feel so happy? It is because the whole essay I spend 2 nights doing it all by myself though it is a group work. Moreover, my presentation for that have very good comments. Hm... I feel so great. All the late nights are finally worth something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be very frank, I doubt my decision in coming here to study. Especially whenever I got back my psychology results. It is very hurting. Although it is something that I wish to do, I am still not brave enough to face the failure. I feel I am someone who really like to do more practical stuff. I understand that Psychology has a lot of theory. But at least now I have enough courage to continue my road of Psychology. Like what everyone loves to say, rainbow is always after the rain. My rainbow is coming on my way~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YuPpIe~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-112867989036535367?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/112867989036535367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=112867989036535367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/112867989036535367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/112867989036535367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2005/10/ch-17-yuppie.html' title='Ch 17: YuPpIe~'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-112852292670816862</id><published>2005-10-05T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T17:10:52.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 16: Just some thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7298/1378/1600/58140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7298/1378/320/58140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that it is a blissing to have the one who you like to like you at the same time. Even so, if both of you dont have the courage to work together as a couple, easily influnced by external factors, hurt, pain and tears will still come their way to your doorsteps. As the time passes, you can only feel the tiredness of being together. The thought of breaking up will start flashing at your very eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me, if you think that the one you are with is your right one, you will work towards being the perfect one of the person you are with. In return, the person will love you as much. But can anyone really give all that they have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a relationship is not as easy as ABC. It involves a lot of things. Different people have different personality and background. Being able to accept what he or she is and love him or her as the way they are is the key to happiness. No matter what, Happiness Is in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my single friends, enjoy the freedom of being single. Doing what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Attached friends, Love him or her with all your heart so as not to have any regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my heartbroken friends, never doubt he or she has never love. It is just that they show it in a different way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, to all my friends, happiness is in your own hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15029395-112852292670816862?l=tqjolene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/feeds/112852292670816862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15029395&amp;postID=112852292670816862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/112852292670816862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15029395/posts/default/112852292670816862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tqjolene.blogspot.com/2005/10/ch-16-just-some-thoughts.html' title='Ch 16: Just some thoughts'/><author><name>LittLe PrInCeSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072645473616298611</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-15029395.post-112791966195425084</id><published>2005-09-28T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T23:01:01.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch 15: Movie Time</title><content type='html'>Hey Hey... feel so happy to go out with Huiya again. I think all of you will be wondering how Huiya can bear with me. I am also thinking about the same question. At times I really pity her... She need to bear with my nonsense. Ha Ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about our outing last night. We planned to have the dinner at cafe kowloon in Chinatown. The service is damn poor. Oh my god, we asked for ju hua tea. but they serve jasmine tea. Oh my god. It is such a big difference. I am so pissed off. If even when they change the tea, they didnt even bother to pour. Hm... But the food is quite nice. Ha Ha... Well... the chinese food in Australia cant be compared to the food in Singapore. Moreover, the Aussies like to eat deep fried food. For example, spring rolls and salt and pepper chicken. Oh .. next we headed off to Marion Shopping Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the first time that the whole carpark is almost full when it is a tuesday. Hm... Oh ya... Marion Shopping Centre is the biggest shopping centre in Adelaide. It has 30 threatres. The whole place seems so much like Golden village, even the carpet is the same. Haha... Moreover, we are watching a Jap movie- Howl's Moving Castle. I know alot of people will start whining that it is a old movie. But I didnt have the chance to watch wat. Moreover watching a Jap movies in a ang mo country seem fun. Haha.. but i really have to admit that the show is very entertaining. There's some parts where we were confused. Anyway, we decided to look for the book and read. Our conclusion was the animation is not as good as Spirited Away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next... About the showdown between my housemates. Before that, I need to say something-- I AM NOT A DIFFICULT PERSON! Haha... firstly, regarding the rumors,  it was actually Jonan wanting to sound me out about what happen during my night out with Carter. Then I realise that I cant really trust Veron. She tells alot of things that I told her to Jonan. It causes a lot of misunderstanding between me and Jonan. Jonan thought I want Veron to move out with me. Veron told him that I ask her how long can she bear with the nonsense of him. Haiz... so much misunderstanding. Well... now it seems that I cant trust anyone. I just continue to act blur and happy till the end of this semester. I had to as i dont have much time to search for a new place to move right now. I need to concentrate on my stuff. I am left with 5 weeks before my exams. 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