<?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-8024308464556167635</id><updated>2011-08-01T13:48:29.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moments...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydolphins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024308464556167635/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydolphins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peijin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986921481711480447</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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024308464556167635.post-8330746323134450712</id><published>2008-12-02T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T22:37:28.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Quarantine" Day~~</title><content type='html'>Holy shit~!! Shock to c my blog revive again??? been doing lots of CPR to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start off with the stuff I've been doing...???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pei Jin been rotting at home...(self-imprisonment) cause of her stupid face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her face is super "niao" &lt;very&gt;kind..little bit ah...red then got small poka dots coming out...best part, her make up ma jiam like the sulphuric acid..keep "burning" her face..pain leh...(free blusher..no need put red red) I wonder how ML (shhhh~~ cannot say...) survive? how he got the courage to even step out of the house manz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Pei Jin come out with a conclusion: Other than clubbing, the rest of the time..when she goes out..she just have to make up her eyes and a bit of concealer to hide her dark eye rings will be gd enuff.. *since pam they all say I got put foundation and never put looks the same..(dun waste the powder la, these powder not cheap cheap kind of flour leh..haiz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, Pei Jin is super super happy...(* hands wave wave, the cab stop,driver ask:"where you want to go?) You all must be thinking this must be the case right...for the usual Pei Jin..All of you must open eyes big big to see what I am going to type next k..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pei Jin's hands wave wave, the "BUS" stop..Look damn carefully..yea it's a bus..and is 502...woo hoo...She manage to save a lot of money by doing so....all her past cab fares can buy bungalow..never bluff you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/very&gt;Pei Jin is super happy and excited of this trip today..cause she finally get to go out..it's like a free bird out of the cage..she today super high..go ga ga...say a lot of nonsense...muhahhaha...like gi la..~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;very&gt;Then she sat outside Mariott hotel like "gong char bo" on the bench wait for the two gals..she thought her hp can keep her entertained...maybe she can self-entertained by replyin sms but some pi gu never reply..so she really gong gong look at those handsome tourists and kill her time ..quite fulfilling though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the two girls finally here...go walk walk lor...who knows Pam's lousy I-phone suddenly "hang" when surfing net...both me and Jan ask her to off den on again or remove battery..she say cannot..the whole phone is "sealed" up de..I really believe her words lehz..."the world most sealed up I-phone" then end up, she called our carmen for help..(then our carmen cast her spell and chant, pam manage to switch off the I-phone and on again) I was like durh...I am not the only gong one in the group lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, We went to eat Yoshinoya instead of some restaurants...since all of us recently change surnames to "Leongs"(leong means "no money") especially for this month...I think I am ah leong number 2 in the grp..(Pei Jin pray..."$$ faster come come..hom ma li ma li ma li hom hom") Then, head to cinneleisure to watch the movie "Quarantine"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another joke (Have a break, have a kit kat!!) :&lt;br /&gt;There was this other movie called "dunno-wad-hellway k31"..Pei Jin ears open big big when somebody say it's a horror movie..so she quickly brainwash her frens..ask them to watch this instead..Then she saw the preview got "k31", Pei Jin says.."aiyah..cannot watch this show..must be 31 years old then can watch..."Pam and Jan asks... how you know? Pei Jin gong gong say..."cause got k31 on the right handside mah, only 31 years old can watch"...Upon hearing that, Pam and Jan almost wanna to faint on the ground...They explained to me only got NC 16, R21 don't have K31...this K31 is just part of the movie title la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, due to time constraints, we end up watching "Quarantine"...This show is super nice..even our cool and icy Janice say it's nice..When the first part of the show is showing ah..we were saying "Maybe we enter the wrong cinema theatre...check the tickets again.." cause it's boring..&lt;/very&gt;(munching the popcorns..yummy nice nice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;very&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, until the story progress to the next level..well, it's no joke k...I almost got heart attack and puke out..(cause it's gross) I stop eating the popcorns and eyes glued on the screen...The director is good...I think he or she make it as if you were in the same situation as those actors and actress...as if you were also in the building being quarantined..The way they shoot make you so "into" the situation...it was so good...I recommend you people go and watch it if you wanna train up your guts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam's reaction: She only manage to watch $4 of the movie..cause the ending part of the movie..she keep cover her eyes (The funny part is she don't want to see the ending ah..*cover, cover her eyes ah, yet she still ask questions "so now what??how le??"..piang eh..I beri hard to explain to her also leh)...plus she poke her fingers into her ears during some parts of the movie..(auntie ah, I can confirm with you ah..even u poke thousand fingers into ur ears, you still can hear one lehz...the sound system so loud..lol~~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan's reaction: She even laugh at one part of the show....gosh...her arms folded...one leg over another..ma jiam like lady boss..no signs of "I'm scared" reaction on her face...End of the show: she say the show very nice..I like it..I love to watch this kind of show... (Psycho...Next time might be Psycho killer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pei Jin's reaction: I am scared during the movie la..especially horror one..but I just enjoyed being scared..cause it's exciting..I dun mind paying that amount of money to haunt myself...I just love it!! (Bian tai..."bian tai sha shou")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the crime rates in Singapore start to go higher, especially murder cases..you guys know who ah~~! (Jan &amp;amp; Jin combined forces, dun play play~!!) (Please don't take it seriously...It's just a joke..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, I wanna end off this entry with this pact that three of us shared (Janice, evidence here liao ..muhaha..you can't run away...!!) , the pact goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janice is suppose to say Hi to a guy who works in the club within this week...We called him the "toilet guy"...But maybe by next week, we will manage to know his real name le..since Janice also says that she is going to ask for his name as well...Pam already prepare the "lines" for her..She just need to rehearse it at home with her sista and bro...(Poor them!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the real situation: As for Pam and me, we will probably be at one corner "taking pom pom and cheer for her when she is asking for his name". (support her spiritually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA...But...ah....but..if she didn't manage to do what she says, Pam and me got free meals at Cafe Cartel (whole course, set meal leh) ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, we manage to "A" quite a lot of meals and drinks from each other due to these bets, deals and pacts...not bad ah...let's carry on to make our life more interesting by adding little colours...woo hoo..!!~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Put your hands up! Put Your hands up! Put Your Hands up! Put Yours Hands Up !(Ng, 2008)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've cited...* winks winks.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long ah long, this entry..super long...now you guys can go rest your eyes le...!~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/very&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024308464556167635-8330746323134450712?l=loveydolphins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydolphins.blogspot.com/feeds/8330746323134450712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024308464556167635&amp;postID=8330746323134450712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024308464556167635/posts/default/8330746323134450712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024308464556167635/posts/default/8330746323134450712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydolphins.blogspot.com/2008/12/qurantine-day.html' title='&quot;Quarantine&quot; Day~~'/><author><name>Peijin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986921481711480447</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-8024308464556167635.post-8142344829918516080</id><published>2008-11-03T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T07:44:44.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sore throat n cough...shoo~~virus go go</title><content type='html'>How come I so suay??? Virus go away..shoo shoo..dun come near me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehee...today I took MC again...NO school for peijin..~~ woo hoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ah...I feel so drowsy...c things blur blur den I gong gong one.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nw..better not tell me any thing..cause I will believe every shit u say...(the best time to "trick" pei jin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams coming.........stress...and my stupid essay haven complete yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virus go away...dun come to pei jin again..pls pls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024308464556167635-8142344829918516080?l=loveydolphins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydolphins.blogspot.com/feeds/8142344829918516080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024308464556167635&amp;postID=8142344829918516080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024308464556167635/posts/default/8142344829918516080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024308464556167635/posts/default/8142344829918516080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydolphins.blogspot.com/2008/11/sore-throat-n-coughshoovirus-go-go.html' title='sore throat n cough...shoo~~virus go go'/><author><name>Peijin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986921481711480447</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-8024308464556167635.post-5236059582276418255</id><published>2008-10-02T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T09:03:09.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esther's Birthday Surprise... (1st October 2008)</title><content type='html'>Wah...sian ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole afternoon stay at home (really selmat hari raya and children's day for me) lol :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(At first, wanna go for facial session with Serene..but it was cancelled cause one of her favourite beautician is on leave...therefore we forego the whole thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I stay at home do my own facial...face went smoother...but pores not closed..(complexion got poorer?? mayb...lol, make up is the main cause la..it's obvious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I always sleep at late nights (no beauty sleep) dark eye rings...cannot regenerate my skin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I still wanna make my day great..went to celebrate Esther's actual birthday.. (Last Sunday, she had her Birthday Party,  but I went clubbing so didn't really stay there for long..therefore, I need to made it up to her on this actual day, gambatte pei jin!! there are some photos..there you go..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOiXl1eKLXI/AAAAAAAAACs/Epjnzu65uf4/s1600-h/DSC_4959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOiXl1eKLXI/AAAAAAAAACs/Epjnzu65uf4/s320/DSC_4959.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253615641592212850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOiXAdovwYI/AAAAAAAAACk/PV_N0ecjzGU/s1600-h/DSC_5002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOiXAdovwYI/AAAAAAAAACk/PV_N0ecjzGU/s320/DSC_5002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253614999539007874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOiXx3AofQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HO_Et5QAgHY/s1600-h/DSC_5007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOiXx3AofQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HO_Et5QAgHY/s320/DSC_5007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253615848163671298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly bathe my dog, bathe myself, make up and get changed...By the time, I looked at the clock.. It's 5.45pm(oh crap, I mess it up again by being late..) taking cab down again (bastard la me..everytime take cab..those cab fares..I can buy one whole row of bungalow already..lol, exaggerating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I meet them, I go and buy birthday card for Esther at CityLink..Pei Jin damn street idiot..she was like telling her friend..no problem, I know how to go Suntec..But huh, she walk halfway..she realised..shit man..where's Suntec City?? She called En Yun for help... (I wonder it's Benjamin or Hao Yang) One of them snatch the phone over and said :" wah, you know how to go club, know how to go MOS &amp;amp; Zouk, dunno how to go Suntec?"I replied:"I take cab to those clubs one..of course, I know la..Then they said:"You take cab to Suntec la.." (Faint...In the end, I was determined find it myself..I look here and there..found the underpass to Suntec..I was elated, Pei Jin find the place by herself..alright..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, all of us went MOF (Ministry of Food) to eat...the whole meal...was such an entertainment..lol..En Yun was so excited to see the waiter...she was choked on her own saliava..when she was talking to him..* i think the waiter thought she was interested in him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8790e415019e1bc9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Below: Cam-Whoring at Suntec's toilet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOiiwkM3ArI/AAAAAAAAAEk/JqRPxi0Knm8/s1600-h/DSC00556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOiiwkM3ArI/AAAAAAAAAEk/JqRPxi0Knm8/s320/DSC00556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253627920562717362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOijfPp9J9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/4dqOa6iI29k/s1600-h/DSC00557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOijfPp9J9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/4dqOa6iI29k/s320/DSC00557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253628722501461970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(These are the yummy food we ordered at MOF...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOiZ9l4IbXI/AAAAAAAAADM/7ereir-9gaU/s1600-h/DSC00489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOiZ9l4IbXI/AAAAAAAAADM/7ereir-9gaU/s320/DSC00489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253618248746298738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOiakxSAo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/Dp2BYnaFXM4/s1600-h/DSC00491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOiakxSAo1I/AAAAAAAAADU/Dp2BYnaFXM4/s320/DSC00491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253618921822528338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOibNjYhakI/AAAAAAAAADc/gIyGdv7lcT4/s1600-h/DSC00493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOibNjYhakI/AAAAAAAAADc/gIyGdv7lcT4/s320/DSC00493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253619622466382402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,I really ordered a lot for myself..I love Chawanmushi...........woo hoo...and soft shell crab...You see I can really eat k...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Photos below are what I ordered for myself..&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOiZO0ru4SI/AAAAAAAAADE/1O4lk_VIkR0/s1600-h/DSC00488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOiZO0ru4SI/AAAAAAAAADE/1O4lk_VIkR0/s320/DSC00488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253617445266972962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOiby6iz-8I/AAAAAAAAADk/eyIqdA0RL5o/s1600-h/DSC00494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOiby6iz-8I/AAAAAAAAADk/eyIqdA0RL5o/s320/DSC00494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253620264338717634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ah, all of us got order deserts (Photos below)..so our dear en yun told the waiter:"desert, wo men ke yi shang le.." (when I hear this I laugh out loud.. it actually means that "we are interested in the desert, we can "go" for it, think it in dirty manner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOicdroU7dI/AAAAAAAAADs/ItK30bFijVE/s1600-h/DSC00496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOicdroU7dI/AAAAAAAAADs/ItK30bFijVE/s320/DSC00496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253620999069691346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOidGzIAavI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KPH8J9NVV4c/s1600-h/DSC00497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOidGzIAavI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KPH8J9NVV4c/s320/DSC00497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253621705456249586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOieLxIhjgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/46cMGzXolVw/s1600-h/DSC00499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOieLxIhjgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/46cMGzXolVw/s320/DSC00499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253622890332524034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOifJyihBGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/S_lzrI1dlm8/s1600-h/DSC00500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOifJyihBGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/S_lzrI1dlm8/s320/DSC00500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253623955861865570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I got my own retribution...Somebody ask me some questions regarding the desert...and I answered:"I want to eat his balls..." (piang...I have no intention, okay..I really love the glutinous balls in the desert wad...not Hao Yang's balls... :X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOigKlvX4TI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8epP6YSlF90/s1600-h/DSC00498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOigKlvX4TI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8epP6YSlF90/s320/DSC00498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253625069117628722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(These are the so called "Hao Yang's balls"....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this small sugar cake..that Hao Yang n Benjamin bought for Esther.. (They are so sweet can... see see, so cute the cake..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOil2uGOBrI/AAAAAAAAAFE/LgeRMo_85dY/s1600-h/DSC00580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOil2uGOBrI/AAAAAAAAAFE/LgeRMo_85dY/s320/DSC00580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253631324833318578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOimpgKD-EI/AAAAAAAAAFM/EaLmvzLhQl0/s1600-h/DSC00581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOimpgKD-EI/AAAAAAAAAFM/EaLmvzLhQl0/s320/DSC00581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253632197264668738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we pretend to go home...(Actually we have a surprise plan for Esther...at 12am) All of them gathered at my place first to give her surprise...I guess my friends are really a bunch of sweeties...all those sweet ideas that I had really originate from them..they will be good bfs and gfs manz, faithful and sweet..woo hoo~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: En yun get her friend to let to Esther saying that it was calling from fedex...ask her to come out and get her package...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOinNvqy9KI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-M82CnEROOM/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOinNvqy9KI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-M82CnEROOM/s320/DSC00019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253632819903788194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOingIEfF6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hCrXD_7_mqs/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOingIEfF6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hCrXD_7_mqs/s320/DSC00010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253633135691634594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOipJLEOiyI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Sz8Kte7NWg4/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOipJLEOiyI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Sz8Kte7NWg4/s320/DSC00015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253634940382120738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOipUy3yLVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/MMjQgpEzeos/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOipUy3yLVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/MMjQgpEzeos/s320/DSC00016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253635140045909330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOip9Z94GRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-J41skXh7jI/s1600-h/DSC00084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOip9Z94GRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-J41skXh7jI/s320/DSC00084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253635837735213330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: When she opened the door and take her package...we appear in front of her...and wanna know more..go see the video below...heeheee...(Esther teared...at the end..think she's touched)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-55c64e3c48685ca9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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(1st October 2008)'/><author><name>Peijin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986921481711480447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SOiXl1eKLXI/AAAAAAAAACs/Epjnzu65uf4/s72-c/DSC_4959.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024308464556167635.post-3401162920429962491</id><published>2008-09-26T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T01:00:17.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOS on 24th September, Wednesday</title><content type='html'>That day (24th September, Wednesday) was a lot of fun at MOS... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Pei Jun's house at around 5.30 pm. When I reached there, she was snoring all the way cause I was late.  (Sorry, Pei Jin was late...but I also treat my friends as well as how I treat my boyfriend one..don't complain anymore, girls) The moment I reach her house, I quickly look for her bed..You see how I look like when I am snoring..so skinny...Pei Jin must really eat more if not she's going to look like those African kids already..Then, I was awaken by one stupid call which was made by ga-thong-be-thong to Pei Jun. Thanks to both of you, my tiny eyes could not close...(cause it was so entertaining, the new version of "Gao xiao xing dong") I don't know they talk for how long before they hang up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SNyWY9ABVcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ovx7g_jvhko/s1600-h/Photo-0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SNyWY9ABVcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ovx7g_jvhko/s320/Photo-0123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250236621042832834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 7.00pm, the Pei Jun went to the toilet and bathe again...(For your information, when you hear that she wants to bathe or shit, you can be prepared to wait darn long) Pei Jin shakes her head..went to the cosy living room, takes the remote control..switch here and there...in the end, watch the local 7pm drama series...There was this girl who looked so cute and acted damn well, I almost cried when she acted that scene..(was about to take the tissue and sniff)Then, Pei Jun came out from the toilet and spoil the whole atmosphere..lol, then we start to eat KFC...woo hoo, envy right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it's 8pm.. We start to doll up and off to MOS..In MOS, we saw Ga-thong-be-thong, he looks like a hectic old man.I realised he likes to wear black and it seems to be the same shirt... *shake head, thinking that nowadays civil servants really don't earn much... Ga-thong-be-Thong say hi to all of us especially to Janice, I think...his face changes very fast, the expression changes (from bitter gourd(bitter) to orange(sour) to mango (sweet) face)..the mango face is "dedicated" to Janice only..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to the dance floor and wreak havoc...There was this "angmoh" request to take photo with me..(I tio ang moh again) Stupid Pei Jin, hands itchy...go and put the "V" sign when take photos with the angmoh..(my xiao mei mei image come out again la..sailormoon transform also better than me...)After that, nothing much happen..Pei Jun as usual...her fishing net very wide..lol...all the fishes will go to her and let her fish one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, really was "ang moh" day for me... After that, we went trance area...dance dance dance..so tired..Then, I went to the bartender..I wanted to order "shirley temple" Then, there was another ang moh wanted to treat me drink..(at first ah, I see the cup so small and cute...then got lemon as decor so colourful..around it got salt...)The ang moh went on asking, "do you want some tequila shot?" *blur jin don't know what was that...but I remember hearing from pam, if the cup very small, usually it's very strong alcohol..So I reject his offer..saying that I don't drink..He ask us "you sure?? really?" I say ya..then he passed over to Janice..Our "cool" Janice shakes her head, rejecting the offer as well..(cool and icy as usual, our "Bing Shan Mei Ren")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole thing, went back to R&amp;amp;B area..dance and dance..so tired...3am in the morning..It's time to "siam" already..that's all for that day...Have a lot of fun especially with those cute and pretty ladies..(Pei Jun, Wan Er, Pamela, Stella &amp;amp; Janice) My mood should be getting better... :) Thanks ladies..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024308464556167635-3401162920429962491?l=loveydolphins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydolphins.blogspot.com/feeds/3401162920429962491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024308464556167635&amp;postID=3401162920429962491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024308464556167635/posts/default/3401162920429962491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024308464556167635/posts/default/3401162920429962491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydolphins.blogspot.com/2008/09/mos-on-24th-september-wednesday.html' title='MOS on 24th September, Wednesday'/><author><name>Peijin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986921481711480447</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/_YLXHLCocCIY/SNyWY9ABVcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ovx7g_jvhko/s72-c/Photo-0123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024308464556167635.post-6882141644044688626</id><published>2008-09-19T01:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T02:29:33.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridge Guy...</title><content type='html'>Finally, all assignments are all done for the time being...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week recess break..wonder if it comes at the right time???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did mention to my sistas about this "him" (bridge guy) when I was on my way to MOS that 3rd Sept night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your extra information:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This "bridge" guy once ask for my hp number in a very old biang way.&lt;br /&gt;It was a Wednesday afternoon, on 3rd September...at bus interchange..&lt;br /&gt;(I can remember clearly cause a lot of things happened that day)&lt;br /&gt;He was a hunk (those beach boy kind) but I didn't give him my number at that time cause I was attached...&lt;br /&gt;Faint, wrong timing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story begin right after I alight the bus (in bus interchange)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach Boy: Xiao Jie, xiao jie, you dropped your thing..(showing me a handphone  pouch)&lt;br /&gt;Blur Jin turned and look at him..wonder if I blush??&lt;br /&gt;Blur Jin: erhhh..I say no...not mine...&lt;br /&gt;Beach Boy: I think it's yours, I saw this thing drop out from your pocket...you give me your handphone number and I will pass it to you some other day since you are in a rush.&lt;br /&gt;(Please la, I was thinking I never use handphone pouch one, how can it be mine? And if it is really mine, I can get it from you right now. Why must I give you my hp number to get it from you some other day...faint... "should have use better tactic")&lt;br /&gt;Blur Jin: Then I say really not mine...I gotta go already..&lt;br /&gt;Beach Boy: Okay la okay la, You're really a cute girl, can I have your hp number?&lt;br /&gt;(Piang...I was blushing like don't know what..plus he's charming..faint..)&lt;br /&gt;Blur Jin: huh? I'm rushing home for dinner now..&lt;br /&gt;(I faster walk away, call my mother on the way to "ignore" him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END... (Stupid me...wasted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, yesterday I saw the "bridge" guy again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he was blushing..lol..so funny and cute. with the paiseh look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with my guy friend at that time (dominic)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I think he misunderstood the guy friend as my boyfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ah, Mr Dominic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If nxt time I see him, that will be our third time we met..I think it will be fate liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will confirm plus chop go and ask for his hp no liaoz..lol&lt;br /&gt;( see la... maybe I don't have courage in the end, I not that thick skinned...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For time being, I just want to be alone...independent is the best.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024308464556167635-6882141644044688626?l=loveydolphins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydolphins.blogspot.com/feeds/6882141644044688626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024308464556167635&amp;postID=6882141644044688626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024308464556167635/posts/default/6882141644044688626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024308464556167635/posts/default/6882141644044688626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydolphins.blogspot.com/2008/09/bridge-guy.html' title='Bridge Guy...'/><author><name>Peijin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986921481711480447</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-8024308464556167635.post-6512742934944294142</id><published>2008-09-15T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:49:41.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Upset and Disappointed..</title><content type='html'>It's time for me to wake up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that things will just get better if I tried hard for him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept quiet...really quiet...till I've reached my limits..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for not fufilling my promise...to go through things with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made such a decision...for the sake of both of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point being together when both of us find it torturous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, I don't know what wrong did I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To deserve such treatment from you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for loving you so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much till I do not know how to handle....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my mood to change according to your reaction (calls &amp;amp; smses)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want myself to bear with those "icy" treatment anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really too much for me to take it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burst out crying every night just by looking  those "sweet" smses (past)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how come you can change overnight? Feeling a little disappointed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really worthwhile crying for you, I really wonder sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a nice guy... don't have to ask yourself that question anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really glad that I met you..did enjoy those moments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thank you for giving me these memories...leaving those footsteps in  my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for giving me the chance to love u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that I'm just losing somebody who don't love me as much as I love him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(so my lost is not as bad as his..my only consolation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was alright till that night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we are just not meant to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to him :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024308464556167635-6512742934944294142?l=loveydolphins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydolphins.blogspot.com/feeds/6512742934944294142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024308464556167635&amp;postID=6512742934944294142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024308464556167635/posts/default/6512742934944294142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024308464556167635/posts/default/6512742934944294142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydolphins.blogspot.com/2008/09/upset-and-disappointed.html' title='Upset and Disappointed..'/><author><name>Peijin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986921481711480447</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-8024308464556167635.post-8790921569103170686</id><published>2008-07-24T22:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:26:32.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an overview what happened recently...</title><content type='html'>Today,I went online to register the modules I need to take for the upcoming semester. I was so stunned...I got 8 modules......faint, I guess I can never enjoy life like I had in the past.The best part is most of the modules are in English...Well, Pei Jin's English is like "ah lian mixed a bit of singlish" , I have friends who commented that the way I speak English is too unique to be mimicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some nice gentlemen who told me, I should stay this way cause it makes mi pei jin.. (wonder if there is any sacarism in it, probably you people should let me know..what I should do about the way I speak English??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Recently, there was this guy I knew online for barely 2 to 3 weeks. There was one time, I keep online and offline (due to some technical problems) , he thought that I was avoiding him and he said," you are such insincere friend, I guess I have to delete you away from my msn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Few days later, he come and talk to me online again, then I was like I guess  it's okay to talk to him again. Then, my darlings (poly friends, hehehee)  call me so I have to stop talking on msn. ( If you guys know pei jin well, she can't multi-task, she can only do one thing at a time, that's why I think pei jin can never become a two timer..lol) After I finish talking to them, when I went online again, he's  already offline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Next day, he was so furious and reprimanded me. He said ," he was damn angry with me cause I ignore him and make him wait like an idiot yesterday." Faint...if you see I'm not there, then you should not wait for me, I got other friends who are waiting also never say anything. (maybe our character clashed) These other friends are being really patient towards me ( I know la, I shouldn't take advantage of their kindness either.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Then,  I wanted to flare up actually but I think no point, one day I might be treated that way too. ( who knows? I got his point actually, waiting is tiring and taxing, but i think he flared up a bit exaggerating.. :X)  Next, he self proclaimed that he knew girls and their mindset well. So I asked," wow, then tell me what type of girl I am, I would like to know also."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He said that," I am that kind of girl who will like things for a short period of time." (quite true, but who will like some thing for a long period of time, don't tell me you will keep wearing the same shirt everyday just because you like that particular shirt) Obviously, if relationship stuff, that will be another story, it cannot be compared in similar way.  However, I just admit that I'm such a girl... (but for food and beverage, if i got my favourites, I usually will go for it again and again...same pattern)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After that, he said, "some girls think that they got good conditions and tie themselves till very high to sell..., do you think you are one of them?" (I wonder if he is trying to "suan" me in a way, but kinda upset over it) Obviously, I said i'm not but who knows...probably I am... (thinking and thinking..) What he said makes me ponder...probably he's right after all... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: There's this guy I will like to apologise to, he came back to Singapore just because he want to meet me. After that, I told him I was having my practicum, I really can't squeeze out the time for him. Then, he just went back to Australia to further complete his studies. I am really sorry about it... (I think he disappear somehow after that happen..) ----&gt; I am really a nasty fellow... :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Pei Jin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024308464556167635-8790921569103170686?l=loveydolphins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydolphins.blogspot.com/feeds/8790921569103170686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024308464556167635&amp;postID=8790921569103170686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024308464556167635/posts/default/8790921569103170686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024308464556167635/posts/default/8790921569103170686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydolphins.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-overview-what-happened-recently.html' title='Just an overview what happened recently...'/><author><name>Peijin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986921481711480447</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-8024308464556167635.post-6880229691196371109</id><published>2008-06-12T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T10:36:56.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yun's 21 Birthday Celebration ...</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time I woke up this early...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.00am: I woke up, do all the necessary stuff and get ready to go to Mount Elizabeth Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It seems that I keep having health problems, I kinda start to get tired of it. This time round, it has something got to do with my urinary tract. *Faints My dad fetch my mother and me there, using his cab. It was like 10.00am when I reach there. (So, you can like know how long I need to prepare and get ready, haiz...for me, maybe one and the half hour also not enough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I did: After entering the urology department, the nurse give me a container and ask me to urinate in it. (Recently, I think I am quite fated to this urine tests, been doing quite a lot, the last time I did it was at Raffles Hospital, MOE bond body health check, come on, give me a break!!) Erhmm..after urinating at the toilet: (the details, well, it's kind of embarssing to mention how I manage to urinate into the bottle) Pei Jin went back to the nurse and pass the container back to the her, she laughed out loud and said: "You're the first girl who filled up the whole container with urine". (Shucks,  she also never tell me , only need to fill up half of the container..  -_-""' damn embarassing, the rest of the patients heard the nurse also laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to sit down with my mother and she was still wondering what everyone was laughing about. "Chen Pei Jin" , the nurse called me. I went in with my mother. The moment I enter the consultation room, my eyes glowing with joy. You people wanna know why? Cause the doctor was a hunk, plus he still smile at me, Oh man, I almost fainted... he was gorgeous!!  (at least not too bad for a doctor, those typical kind with spectacles and stuff) Lucky Pei Jin..Muhahahah~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finding out what's wrong, he help me do an ultrascan for my kidneys. Everything was just fine, I was memerised by him until I saw his family photo. What a waste..hahahha (joking one, he is too old for me and he won't even bother to wink at me)  He got a beautiful wife and four kids. Morever, all the four kids are guys, what a blissful family... Envious of him..  Then, we went to the counter and paid for the consultation and ultrascan. The total amount was $212+++. What the?? Just like that, my money went down to the drain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor even sent me to another urine X-ray. Wah, don't feel like mentioning it, this is the most painful and torturing urine xray I've been through.  (still must eat tablets to clear my intestine, meaning laxatives and then in the process of this urine X-ray, there is this needle poking into a vein near my wrist, for forty minutes.. bearing the diarhoea at the same time) Total cost: $370+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in one week I spent: $370 + $212= $582 ( I can buy whole cupboard of clothes for myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this happen before En Yun's 21 Birthday Celebration....(An early celebration, her actual birthday is 11th of June)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the trip to Mount Elizabeth, I went to the market near my house. I bought some wrapping paper to wrap the present and also a bouquet of sunflower for her. ( All this are shared among our friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went home, get change and of course, doll up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents fetch me there with a van together with my dog. Meanwhile, my parents also pick up three of my friends at different venues. We went together. On the van, my friend told me that I over-dress. My mother keep saying it was just a simple dress,where got overdress..faint, two different opinions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached the place, it was a karoke room at a community centre. I guess I really did over-dress.  I wear like I'm going for a wedding dinner. And then, after I saw how the birthday girl dress, my jaws almost dropped off.. It's not that she didn't dress up nicely, it's just that she's wearing something much more simpler than I do. So, all my dear friends were laughing at me. lol.I don't mind over-dressing, that's what I do all the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that it's a birthday party, and the main lead should be my friend, the birthday girl, En Yun..I don't want people to think that I'm trying to grab everyone's attention...you guys know, like snatching the limelight..? ( I have really no intention of doing so, sorry En Yun, anyway, she told me she don't mind, but still feeling guilty..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I try to do something like helping her to make up...and serene, one of my friends help her to do up her hair.. She looks fantastic, always looking great as usual..hehee.. heng ah, now at least I'm not so out of the picture already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the birthday celebration, we sing lots of songs...(since it's a karoke) eat buffet and also sing birthday song for her with her super duper big birthday cake till 1am plus... (faints..)&lt;br /&gt;But, all of us are having fun. I hope she's happy also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, her church friend, I guess his name is Jeremy..He sent us back home..Thanks to him, we are back home safetly...thanks Jeremy!! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys wanna know what I mean by overdress right? Click on the photos below and you will understand what I mean:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SFFcZbXF04I/AAAAAAAAABc/3KAyciMc0AY/s1600-h/DSCF4882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SFFcZbXF04I/AAAAAAAAABc/3KAyciMc0AY/s320/DSCF4882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211047835755467650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SFFdXQIh3CI/AAAAAAAAABk/dgC8rSa3e_E/s1600-h/DSCF4936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SFFdXQIh3CI/AAAAAAAAABk/dgC8rSa3e_E/s320/DSCF4936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211048897893489698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SFFee_H8deI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ph1xBoWVtFY/s1600-h/DSCF4944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SFFee_H8deI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ph1xBoWVtFY/s320/DSCF4944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211050130278217186" 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/8024308464556167635-6880229691196371109?l=loveydolphins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydolphins.blogspot.com/feeds/6880229691196371109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024308464556167635&amp;postID=6880229691196371109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024308464556167635/posts/default/6880229691196371109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024308464556167635/posts/default/6880229691196371109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydolphins.blogspot.com/2008/06/yuns-21-birthday-celebration.html' title='Yun&apos;s 21 Birthday Celebration ...'/><author><name>Peijin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986921481711480447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SFFcZbXF04I/AAAAAAAAABc/3KAyciMc0AY/s72-c/DSCF4882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024308464556167635.post-7526088180854347573</id><published>2008-05-27T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T10:35:19.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Day In Ngee Ann...</title><content type='html'>After so many "upset" kind of incidents happen, finally I got one joyful moment which I want to pen down. It's the Graduation day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 9.30am but Missy Pei Jin still can be late. (Same Pattern As Ever) She suppose to report 12pm at the convention hall for briefing. The best part is the other day, she asked her sistas to help her buy a formal shirt and some more, it has to be long sleeve, faints... (Recently, I just bought lots of formal shirt but none of them is long sleeve one, luck is really not on my side huh..) *blinks So, Pei Jin should reach there earlier in order to try and see if it's okay or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after she woke up, she went to take her bath and changed herself. After that, she still need to make up and then eat. Her father come and fetch her with his cab and then the handphone rings. "Pei Jin, where are you? Do you know that everybody reach already? faster come, we enter the convention hall first and wait for you there." Carmen said.  (there was some background noises) Carmen continued,"Pei Jin, you wait ah.. "  Carmen hand her precious handphone over to Pam , Pam said this "Later, you get your shirt from Carmen's mum, she will be waiting for u at convention hall." She hung up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks, at the moment, Pei Jin quickly ask her father to speed.  Off she go, by that time I reached the Convention Hall is 12pm exactly. I saw Carmen's mother waiting for me with her little brother and Carmen's big guy. Her mum pass me the shirt. woo hoo..heng.. hahaha (I was darn embarrassed, to think I would let someone's mum wait for me..Sorry auntie...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have anymore extra time. I say thanks auntie and then ask them where shall I head to. Then I run quickly with my bag and  paper bag on my hand, looking frantically for the lecture room which I supposed to go in.  Darn, I haven't change my clothes yet. I quickly went to the nearest toilet change my super duper expensive shirt (hahaha, heard from pam, it's $47 plus, thanks sistas, I luv it anyway) . My hair was in a mess, but no time to comb it. (piang, do I have to be mad woman?) I rush out of the toilet like some kind of  crazy woman and finally...... I have reached the "founded" lecture room. (after lots of blur looks on my face..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, they let me in, while the cute and round guy was briefing, I wear my robe... (I will show you how it looks like) Gosh, all of us look like Harry Potters...many harry potters..too bad we don't have the broom and wand??? Then after the briefing, off we go to the hall and  sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Graduation Ceremony began and I think..other than I am going to fall with my high heels and the stupid long robe, there isn't any thing I want to complain about. hahaha ( complain queen here..) And the buttons of the long robe keep went loose. When I went up the stage, the robe came off and I must pretend nothing happen and continue walking...faints.. (you guys, know like the hei she hui lao da, with big coats kind, my robe looks like the coat lor..)Then, I got my certificate and forced myself to hear about the introduction by the emcees of the scholars.(sorry, was tired..) Wow can u believe it? 22 distinctions in three years of her poly life..gosh, how she did that ah...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole ceremony, I go around taking photos (I've posted only the nice ones below, if you guys wanna see bigger image, double click the photo twice, this is the stupid robe I'm talking about). Haha, quite a happy and enjoyable one. Sad to say, my parents were not able to attend this graduation ceremony. At first, I didn't want to go..especially without my parents. But, my sistas persuaded me and a big thank you to you girls, I've really enjoyed myself...really!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SDw7Ec78b5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/XppWdEC4fJ4/s1600-h/DSC02009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SDw7Ec78b5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/XppWdEC4fJ4/s200/DSC02009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205100217006583698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SDw8fM78b7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/nz2PW4uSwQA/s1600-h/DSC01589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SDw8fM78b7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/nz2PW4uSwQA/s200/DSC01589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205101776079712178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SDw76878b6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/VhKj1zHp8N4/s1600-h/Photo018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SDw76878b6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/VhKj1zHp8N4/s200/Photo018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205101153309454242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/CHERIE%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SDw_s878b_I/AAAAAAAAABM/IP_RjAw_7Fo/s1600-h/DSC02008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SDw_s878b_I/AAAAAAAAABM/IP_RjAw_7Fo/s200/DSC02008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205105310837796850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SDxAWs78cAI/AAAAAAAAABU/o4h6bIUONSg/s1600-h/Grad1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SDxAWs78cAI/AAAAAAAAABU/o4h6bIUONSg/s200/Grad1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205106028097335298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: "All the best to you girls and to our future endeavours"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love....&lt;br /&gt;jin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024308464556167635-7526088180854347573?l=loveydolphins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydolphins.blogspot.com/feeds/7526088180854347573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024308464556167635&amp;postID=7526088180854347573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024308464556167635/posts/default/7526088180854347573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024308464556167635/posts/default/7526088180854347573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydolphins.blogspot.com/2008/05/graduation-day-in-ngee-ann.html' title='Graduation Day In Ngee Ann...'/><author><name>Peijin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986921481711480447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YLXHLCocCIY/SDw7Ec78b5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/XppWdEC4fJ4/s72-c/DSC02009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024308464556167635.post-3756535327352410639</id><published>2008-05-25T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T05:06:40.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;On last Saturday, I pretend that this matter didn't affect me much and went to the tuition centre as per normal. To be frank, it's like I need to muster up my courage to enter, it may sounds exaggerating to you guys, but I really felt ashamed to enter the place. After I finish my tuition, I'm shock to hear that another 2 more students decided to withdraw from the tuition centre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This time round, I shall not come up with any more excuses. It's clearly stated there must be something wrong with my teaching skills, if not how come so many students are withdrawing from the tuition centre. I'm must admit that it's really my fault, I shall face up to it and learn from mistakes. Sorry to my auntie, I'm really sorry to cause so much trouble to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Since my attachment is coming, I shall pay full attention and really see how other teachers teach the kids in the primary school. I shall not just give up just like this cause I don't want my students to give up easily next time, I shall set an example first. This will be my learning experience, now I would know what are the problems will arise and I shall make it clear during my first lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1st problem: to check my kids homework regularly, make sure they do it fast and hand it on time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2nd problem: I shall give clear explanations and han yu ping yin, cause parents say that they didn't see any written explanations by their kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;so. style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; if not, they won't learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd problem: Have to build a strong rapport with parents and improve in my communication skills so as to explain to them better about their child's progress. (all parents are anxious about their own kids' performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I must apologise to all the kids who have attended my tuition classes, they might not able to see my blog but I hope that they can feel that I'm sincere in teaching them. I admit that I lack experience therefore I might not be really good at explaining and translating things to them. But, there's one thing I can be sure of is, I'm really did it out of good well that I really want to help them. Sorry to those who attended my tuition classes and got poor results. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there's sad experience, there will also be happy one. The happy one is my private tuition's kid did really well. He is from English speaking family, so I am really worried for him at first. I really think of many ways to teach him, I made cards for him, play (word) games with him so that he can remember the words and the pronounciation better. I forced him to do assessment books, try to help him as much as I can. At the end of the day, he managed to score well for his chinese, 84%. * Clap hands for you..hehee.. His parents thanked me, at that point of time, I don't know how to describe the sort of feeling. It's like wow, I finally help somebody to score well, a consolation after the tuition centre's incident happened... At least, he make me realise that I still can be a teacher, it's just that I need to buck up. Thanks Ian, you definitely don't know how much you've encouraged me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tuition, I went to visit my grandfather. He's now staying alone with a maid in one of small flats in Sin Ming Area. When I talked to him, he will smile every now and then. At that moment, I don't really know whether I should be happy or not. You must be wondering why, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, my grandfather is a very strict person, he will never smile. But, ever since my grandmother passed away last year, he started to talk to himself more often. He did cry a few times after that incident, he misses my grandmother a lot. Then slowly, when he talk to us, he start to smile and laugh, we thought it's great, he's happier now. Who knows that  it's actually a signal that he's not as clear- headed as before anymore? Now, he start to become senile, he don't remember who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, he told my mother, your daughter grow up already and now become pretty girl, can married off. When I heard that, of course I'm happy cause my grandfather praise me. Then he called my mother (my fourth aunt's name), that means he mistook my mother as my fourth aunt. As for me, he thought I'm my younger cousin, faint. He cannot recognise me. Morever, this month I visited him quite often, almost every week. He don't know who I am...stunned... I hope that he will get better the next time round I visit him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Love,&lt;br /&gt;Pei Jin&lt;/so.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024308464556167635-3756535327352410639?l=loveydolphins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydolphins.blogspot.com/feeds/3756535327352410639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024308464556167635&amp;postID=3756535327352410639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024308464556167635/posts/default/3756535327352410639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024308464556167635/posts/default/3756535327352410639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydolphins.blogspot.com/2008/05/reflection.html' title='Reflection..'/><author><name>Peijin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986921481711480447</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-8024308464556167635.post-43259848116721414</id><published>2008-05-21T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T00:21:33.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn From it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Well, I've not been blogging for a long time. Recently, I'm quite upset about an incident. It happened on last Saturday. I went to teach at a tuition centre as usual at 9am (just to let you guys know, the tuition centre is opened by my aunt).  Anyone who have younger cousins who are in primary school would have know  that they got back their results for the mid year exams already. As a three months old tuition teacher, I am eager to know how my students are doing. I really hope that they can get good results,. If they score well, I really don't mind celebrating it with them. Since I'm already made my choice of being a teacher, I wanted to be a good one. The kind whereby she always try her best in teaching the kids and help in moulding their character. (I guess all teachers in the world would want to accomplish this aim)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Back to reality, when I'm having my lessons halfway, I saw a parent of my kids standing outside signaling the in-charge of the tuition centre to come out. I somehow have a hunch as in what's going to happen next. This parent did complain to me once before as in I didn't do my job as teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;1st Complaint: Every week when the kids go back, they need to complete one exercise in the assessment book. Then I will have to mark it. You know what primary school kids hate most for Chinese Exam Papers? They hate comprehension the most. So, they will tend to leave out the comprehension for me to fill in the blanks for them.  For your information, the duration of the tuition is one and the half hour, therefore it's very hard for me to go through with them sometimes. Then, I will put a question mark in the comprehension and ask them to bring home to complete. I encourage my students to try on their own before they come and ask me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;therefore, style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; No point I give them all the answers and they learn nothing from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy still didn't do his work for the particular exercise and happened that the parent come and check his assessment book. So, imagine if you are the parent, you look at the assessment book, the comprehension with a big question mark and the comment there for that exercise. The following exercises are all completed cause it's without the comprehension. The parent will definitely misunderstand you that you just leave that exercise out and ignore his kid's progress. Faint..Help!! The best part is, your friend here is poor at explaining things and when she's nervous, she tend to stumble. So, she just admit that it's her negligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Complaint: When the parent talk to the in charge outside, I was distracted cause I knew something bad is going to happen.  I told myself this, "Pei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;, what's going on outside, you can always find out later. Now, you are in the classroom, do your job properly as a teacher, your kids are with you now." Before I  can even notice, the in charge come and knock on the "transparent" door (that's why i can see the parent out there). "Ms Chen, the parent photocopied his child's exam paper, please put it in the cabinet and I will call your aunt and let her know what happen." "Then how he did for his exam paper?" I asked. " "It's not really well done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks, I'm done for. When I hear it, I don't know I felt that there's a lump in my throat and I about to tear. I bear with it and tell myself, don't cry here. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;. If I really want, I go home and do it.  When lessons are over, I go and eat my lunch and accompany my mum. Until evening, I call my auntie. She told me that the parent wanna to draw out from the tuition and his studies deteriorate from 85 (band 1) to 70 (band 2). There's also another student in my class who did poorly too. Only one boy improve from band 3 to band one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;devastate&lt;/span&gt;d, I feel that I'm responsible for their poor results. I told myself if this carry on, I might jeopardise my aunt's tuition centre's reputation. It's okay if it's my reputation alone but this is my aunt's hard work, I hope she can understand why I quit. Sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just told her I going to teach two more weeks and I'm leaving cause I'll be attached under a primary school soon. (This is just part of the small reason, I can actually still go and help her if I wanted to) She asked, "Don't tell me you quit because of this incident? I replied," No, I scared I won't be able to handle when I'm attached to the primary school." In fact, I'm just afraid of putting her into trouble again so I might as well just quit. Call me an escapist if you want, I just don't want to affect her tuition centre's reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, that incident really did affect me. It affected me so much that I couldn't sleep well that night. But now, I've started to get over it and ponder over the mistakes I've made. No point brooding over it! I just let this be an experience for myself cause there might be more to come in my lifetime journey. Cheer up, Pei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;!! (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, don't be disheartened)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: This is just one of the incident that I find it worth remembering... and to revive my blog..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/therefore,&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024308464556167635-43259848116721414?l=loveydolphins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydolphins.blogspot.com/feeds/43259848116721414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024308464556167635&amp;postID=43259848116721414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024308464556167635/posts/default/43259848116721414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024308464556167635/posts/default/43259848116721414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydolphins.blogspot.com/2008/05/learn-from-it.html' title='Learn From it...'/><author><name>Peijin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986921481711480447</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-8024308464556167635.post-8950773338160636064</id><published>2007-06-02T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:48:00.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Silicon" Steak..??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Haha..I'm here to blog about another funny incident....Though I'm like suffering over here, there are still some events which really made my day...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;It happened on last Friday, a group of classmates recommended us to some restaurant for our lunch after renewing our Visa. So, Carmen, Pei Jun, Janice, Pamela and me shared two cabs and went to the restaurant named "Streets Cafe". (Wonder if I've remembered wrongly?) I must say my attire on that day really sucks, I wore slippers and dressed terribly. Indeed, I looked like an auntie, *frowned.... The best part was the restaurant was nicely decorated, luxurious and high-class. Be it the waitress, the people or even the chefs, they were well-dressed and I'm like so out of the picture.  Gosh! At that time, I felt so embarrassed that I wanted to dig a hole in the underground and hide there. (I thought after renewing the Visa, we would go back straight to school, instead of having our lunch outside?!) Terrible Mistake I've made....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;In the Streets Cafe, I'm like so touched cause there were so many sumptous food which I've been craving for ever since I'm here. From appetizers to course meals  to deserts to many many more, even the drinks they have "coffee", "tea", "fruit juices", "smoothies", so many varieties!!Obviously, I'm drooling at that time..HAHA~!! My friends were like "OMG, got this, got that?" The best part was they served Singapore food too, "Singapore Satay"(there are also other Asian food). Still, the "Singapore Satay didn't satisfy me cause they tasted just like ordinary "Barbequed-chicken-cubes" and the sauce was like...don't know what!! I guessed overall, they tasted kinda delicious!! *Got its own unique taste*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Actually, the hilarious part of this trip was my friend, "Pammie". We were like looking through the menu and "report" what we want for our course meals. The next moment, I heard " So, you want "Silicon" Steak, right?"It was our dear Pammie's voice, asking Carmen that question. There was silence for a moment, then Carmen burst out, laughing. For your information, in our clinque, Carmen's English is the best. Actually, it was Pam who pronounced it wrongly, made all of us laugh like nobody's business. Instead of "Sirloin Steak", she pronounced it as "Silicon steak". Morever, She said out so naturally, like she didn't know she made a mistake. I guess she is really a cute and funny girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Actually, I got quite a number of stuff to blog about. Too bad! I've forgotten all about them, except this particular incident. Pam really never failed to make me laugh....Since, she made my day, I hope she made your day too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*Sorry for Poor English...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Love &amp;amp; Hugs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024308464556167635-8950773338160636064?l=loveydolphins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydolphins.blogspot.com/feeds/8950773338160636064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024308464556167635&amp;postID=8950773338160636064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024308464556167635/posts/default/8950773338160636064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024308464556167635/posts/default/8950773338160636064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydolphins.blogspot.com/2007/06/silicon-steak.html' title='&quot;Silicon&quot; Steak..??'/><author><name>Peijin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986921481711480447</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-8024308464556167635.post-1727386339907958265</id><published>2007-05-26T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:46:54.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored..So blog about my current situation here???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here I am to blog again...Actually, I'm not suppose to, since I'm having a minor test tomorrow. Just wanna to vent out my frustations a little....By right, I should have done it long ago, but I do not really have the time. Somehow, I remember that I did blog, but I did not see the post which I've written last week. Damn stupid...I do not really what went wrong...no wonder, all my friends asked me to update my blog which I've actually done so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, I guess I've to go all over again. It happened last week, when I'm having my lunch in the school canteen happily, I was starving and ordered some rice with veggies. While I was eating halfway through, guess what? I spotted two worms on the veggies, the moment I saw "them", I feel like puking all the food I've eaten earlier on. I don't need that extra protein. What the ...?? I'm stunned, alright?! Is this the standard of food they can give me...?? Morever, I found the worms in the food of a school canteen, please...I'm refering to "school"...There are students here, I don't think the food in school is really safe for them to consume either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I just reached here not long, my teachers actually warned us not to eat the food from the streets or order food delievery cause the food might be unclean. They recommend us to eat our meals daily in the school canteen. I guess after the situation I've been through, I would not believe in their words anymore. Sorry! I couldn't trust the food they served here...Luckily, that night I didn't have to puke or having to go to the toilet umpteen times.... Phew!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No wonder I've been having infection with my digestive system, obviously the hygiene over here, still unable to meet the standards in Singapore. I'm not trying to say China is not good, but I guess they need to improve on their food somehow, at least for their citizens, don't you guys think so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Other than that, I simply don't like the level of hygiene in the toilets here. I guess you guys know I've  been to the hospital twice. I've actually try not to mention it on my blog. But now, I'm going to expose the level of hygiene here, in the hospital 's toilets. You guys know about certain Singapore's coffeshops which have very dirty toilets, you can actually find this kind of toilet in the hospital here. Please take note: What I've mentioned earlier on, it's actually the hospital, not any other places, okay?! They don't even have toilet bowls, but some drain sewage for you to do your business??! I'm not saying all the hospitals here have dirty toilets, I'm only referring to some, especially those which I went to when I'm sick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay, enough talking about the toilets!! I guess whatever things we talk about,as long as there's the bad side, there will be the good side. Actually, China is not that bad after all, especially when you shopped here..?? It's cheap, nice and fun. Why? Cause, you can actually bargain the price of the things you wanted to buy with the auntie, it's like auction, but we are actually bidding with lower prices instead of giving higher prices which the previous buyer wanted?! This part is really fun!! You can even see them quarreling with one another just because the sellers are not satisfied with the price you gave. I saw a ferocious one...really tigress...*roars..!! Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I bought a lot of things yesterday; a bag, a wallet, a 3 quarter pants, a dolly sphagetti, a very "short"short and two necklaces. I guess I have to cut down on all these a bit, cause later on I still need to get some souvernirs for my buddies back there in Singapore. I'm coming back soon, don't miss me too much, another 50 more days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Sorry for the poor English, no time to check again..Hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hugs &amp;amp; love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024308464556167635-1727386339907958265?l=loveydolphins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydolphins.blogspot.com/feeds/1727386339907958265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024308464556167635&amp;postID=1727386339907958265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024308464556167635/posts/default/1727386339907958265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024308464556167635/posts/default/1727386339907958265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydolphins.blogspot.com/2007/05/boredso-blog-about-my-current-situation.html' title='Bored..So blog about my current situation here???'/><author><name>Peijin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986921481711480447</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-8024308464556167635.post-8979644721693663188</id><published>2007-05-18T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:46:32.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An overall summary of what I did this week..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last few days, I have not been feeling well but...somehow I have learnt to overcome it. If not, I am going to spend a huge some of money over my medical fees again. I think those money which I spent on my health is equivalent to the sum of money for buying a condominium, I suppose?! Well, I intend to forget all these sorrows and await the day whereby I leave here. There are several times I wanted to give up and leave here early. Fortunately, thank to those friends here who gave me lots of encouragement again and again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway, Hui Jun celebrated her birthday on Wednesday, a memorable one, I guessed. Her clinque invited us over and we handed over our birthday present, the shoes. I'm glad that she loved the shoes. After that, her clinque actually made a video presentation for her to view. All of us watched the video silently, I guessed it was pretty touching cause I think it was not easy for them overcoming so many obstacles together. . Even, our Dear Carmen cried over the video. I think the video was pretty sweet till now...and it consists their love in making the video for her. She should forget all the troubles she had and hang onto the happiness she had all the while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;As for yesterday I went shopping, bought a number of stuff for myself, to pamper myself a little bit. Quite an enjoyable day! I even bought a pair of shoes, quite high, wonder if I'm able to walk well with it? Other than that, I bought a jeans skirt for my friend, having the similar design as mine, wonder if she would mind?Gotta go ask her....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;After this, I needed to buy some porridge for myself to eat. So, I get Pamela to accompany me?As for Janice and Pei Jun, they went to our school minimart to get something. After we bought the porridge, I asked Pamela if we needed to give them a call and asked them where they are? Pamela said we should, but her handphone have no more credit in it. As for me, I did not save their numbers, so I asked Pamela to give me their numbers so that I could make the call. She told me the number and I actually found it quite familiar, but I ignored it and made the call. After making the call twice, then she told me that the number actually was mine. I laughed till ..I did not know what I can say anymore. I got one 1988 funny friend is more than enough, Now, I got another 1987 blur friend to accompany me. I guess my life is full of anticipating events. I need to learn how to enjoy those events with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loves &amp;amp; Hugs....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024308464556167635-8979644721693663188?l=loveydolphins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydolphins.blogspot.com/feeds/8979644721693663188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024308464556167635&amp;postID=8979644721693663188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024308464556167635/posts/default/8979644721693663188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024308464556167635/posts/default/8979644721693663188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydolphins.blogspot.com/2007/05/overall-of-what-i-did-this-week.html' title='An overall summary of what I did this week..'/><author><name>Peijin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986921481711480447</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-8024308464556167635.post-4777609557362368114</id><published>2007-05-09T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:45:04.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1988 Friend..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, I have a tiring day. Probably, I slept too late the last night. Well, I've been thinking about my life journey. Why my life turn out to be this way? I guess I shouldn't put so much concentration on all these. Since I'm into it, why not live my life to the fullest? Since I can't make anymore changes, I might as well make amendments to my life. I will try harder, even harder in this module, though somehow I don't feel it suits me. I saw all the comments I've received, I'm very touched, knowing there were still friends who were there for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday, I booked a cake online for my mum, wishing her Happy Mother's Day on this Sunday. I hope that she know how I really feel, my way of appreciating my love to her. I just want her to know I am still her daughter who will stick to her, even though I'm going to turn 21 next year. I might be an adult soon, but I still want to be her daughter who will "Sa Jiao" to her. Hope she won't find me annoying?! There are times when I quarrel with her, make her feel sad and angry, but she's definitely someone whom deserve my love more than anyone else, cause her love for me is far more that I can ever imagine in my entire life. When I fell sick in China, her anxiety really made me felt that I'm important to her. She was so lost that she almost bursted into tears. To such an extent, she commanded me to return back to Singapore, forget about serving the MOE bond, though I needed to pay MOE a huge sum of money. I guess all our mothers will care for us, so remember to give her a call and tell her how much you love her on this special day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back to the topic, today when I'm having lessons halfway, my "1988" friend, Pei Jun, produced a weird sound , "Jiang" ("Question Mark" popped out from my head)while she was holding my spectacle case, talking to it?! I looked at her with atonishment and asked her what had happened. Before she could even explained, she bursted out into laughter, I remembered her face was as red as a tomato. The next moment, she laughed until she cried. After our lessons ended, she told us she was playing with my spectacle case and talking to it, she probably needed to go Mental Hospital.When we went back to our hostel, I saw a butterfly on her umbrella in the balcony. Next moment, she went to sing a song in front of the butterfly, with her hands banging real hard onto the panes of the balcony door. The song goes like this : "Hu Die, Hu die, Chuang De Zhen Mei Li........."I'm really stunned. She's really a funny girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recently, I have two friends feeling sad over certain matters. I feel really bad for them as I can't do much for them, their feelings really affected me, be it close or good friends. All I can do is to give my comments, if they can straighten out their thoughts, that will be really great! Sometimes, I feel bad and helpless so cause all I can do is to give advices, I can't allievate their pain, so I can only pray for them, hope that they can be happy...Please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I also need to apologise on another matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To my Sec Sch friends: I will reply all the emails you guys sent me, sorry for being so heartless, I still wanna to let you guys know I miss all of you badly. I hope all this will end soon....Do take care and help each other out, that's what friends are for. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love all my friends to be happy...love you guys.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love &amp;amp; hugs....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jin....&lt;/span&gt;&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/8024308464556167635-4777609557362368114?l=loveydolphins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydolphins.blogspot.com/feeds/4777609557362368114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024308464556167635&amp;postID=4777609557362368114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024308464556167635/posts/default/4777609557362368114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024308464556167635/posts/default/4777609557362368114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydolphins.blogspot.com/2007/05/1988-friend.html' title='1988 Friend..'/><author><name>Peijin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986921481711480447</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-8024308464556167635.post-6456431530793049644</id><published>2007-05-08T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:43:47.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Stress &amp; Homesick...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, I got back my History Test result. I studied damn hard for it, but yet, all my efforts gone to waste. Sometimes, I really feel like giving up this course. I would want to be very frank about this. If not for the MOE contract, I don't think I will be able to pull through "this long", to the extent of coming to China and improve on my Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, I do not really know what I am lost about. But, I just feel that I don't seem to be "destined" to study this course. Probably, it's a bit too late for me to say all this. It is already my third year since I entered this course, Idid try to study hard for all my modules, but my results just don't show. I am really afraid that my teachers will reproach me for being lazy, for not studying hard, when I am already trying super hard. Luckily, this time round this History test only took up 20% of this whole module, if not, I might have to stay in China for another few more months to study and complete this whole module.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to persuade myself that I just need to work hard the next time round.This is what I have been doing so far, I can only pray hard for my next History Exam's results to be better. I will try hard at the same time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days, I am emotionally not well. Probably, my family and friends are not around so I started to feel a bit lonely. Especially during the late nights, when the lights are off and I lie on the bed, I feel very solemn, very alone. I know all my Poly friends are with me but still, I suppose all of us feel the "same", which is homesick. We did not cry together but still, I think we do feel the "same". Now, I can really understand what is "Homesick". Sometimes, I really wonder why I have to go through all this, is this for myself, for my future or for the sake of moulding my character? I have no answer, I will keep searching and searching...for my answer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry for the grammatical errors..My English sux.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Jin......&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/8024308464556167635-6456431530793049644?l=loveydolphins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydolphins.blogspot.com/feeds/6456431530793049644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024308464556167635&amp;postID=6456431530793049644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024308464556167635/posts/default/6456431530793049644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024308464556167635/posts/default/6456431530793049644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydolphins.blogspot.com/2007/05/emotional-stress-homesick.html' title='Emotional Stress &amp; Homesick...'/><author><name>Peijin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986921481711480447</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-8024308464556167635.post-1468843322547796315</id><published>2007-05-04T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:49:42.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Recovered....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;To those who are concerned about me:&lt;br /&gt;Left with 76 more days...I pray hard that I will be able to endure till 15th of July ..To leave China, hurry back to Singapore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Singapore, You're really a wonderful country......&lt;br /&gt;I really regret deeply for not treasuring my time over there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Falling sick &amp;amp; sick again over here (in China), it makes me realise how "soft" a human being can be...&lt;br /&gt;Really have to cherish everything you have while you have the chance..before it's too late!!&lt;br /&gt;After I fell sick, I start to learn how to appreciate my family better..(I really miss them)&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I knew that I'm really lucky to have my friends here, if not I would not know how can I pull through without their care..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a big "THANK YOU" to you guys:&lt;br /&gt;Be it those who gave me their regards or those who took care of me..I really appreciate you guys...&lt;br /&gt;After this lesson, I have learnt to be more strong-willed..I should not be that "weak" anymore, I need to grow up!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer a "girl girl", I am an adult, going to hit 20 years old in 18th of June this year...&lt;br /&gt;My parents won't be with me forever. I've learn that there is not such thing as "forever" too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Therefore, it's time for me to learn how to take good care of myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;From now onwards, I have to live with a stronger mindset, deal things more responsibly and more independently...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I felt like shouting this aloud to all of my friends and family, there it goes : I love all of you deeply...I will treasure every minute, every second with you guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love &amp;amp; Hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8024308464556167635-1468843322547796315?l=loveydolphins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydolphins.blogspot.com/feeds/1468843322547796315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024308464556167635&amp;postID=1468843322547796315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024308464556167635/posts/default/1468843322547796315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024308464556167635/posts/default/1468843322547796315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydolphins.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-recovered.html' title='Just Recovered....'/><author><name>Peijin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00986921481711480447</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></feed>
