<?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-21378423</id><updated>2012-01-30T13:20:52.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~**~~Joy to the World~~**~~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-651298596762467723</id><published>2011-10-22T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T23:15:20.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 30!</title><content type='html'>That day Mr. Lover was commenting "You are turning 30. Why the call to change IC has not come?"&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough, the letter came and I knew I am turning 30!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The age '30' has been sensitive for ladies. Cos you are no longer in your 20s and&amp;nbsp;the so-called&amp;nbsp;prime is over. For me, it's more like "30years already and what have I achieved? And what else I can achieve?" and "30 years later what I'll become?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was good food since Fri. Lunch was at yum cha cos my boss din wear the company t-shirt and indirectly celebrating my bday. The&amp;nbsp;celebration with the in laws was on fri evening at the same venue as &lt;a href="http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2010/10/birthday-before-turning-30-full-report.html"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt;. My parents celebrated for me on wed cos thurs I have classes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And on my bday,&amp;nbsp;I had abalone for lunch&amp;nbsp;and tea at TWG!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyyUiPmHm4w/TqOr7azjsrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KVKSnHcfuus/s1600/TWG_Oct22_Collage2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyyUiPmHm4w/TqOr7azjsrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KVKSnHcfuus/s320/TWG_Oct22_Collage2.jpg" width="254px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then IMAX 3D Experience. The tickets was expensive but the sound system is really impressive. Followed by a fulfilling dinner at TONKICHI. My first time there but the food was really to my liking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JX3Z74uj8RU/TqOsB79JzBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/wxQX2_Dbpws/s1600/Oct22_Collage3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; height: 143px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 447px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145px" rda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JX3Z74uj8RU/TqOsB79JzBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/wxQX2_Dbpws/s400/Oct22_Collage3.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In all, it was&amp;nbsp;lotsa of&amp;nbsp;makan session to being 30 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;May all my wishes come true. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-651298596762467723?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/651298596762467723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=651298596762467723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/651298596762467723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/651298596762467723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-30.html' title='I&apos;m 30!'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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/-dyyUiPmHm4w/TqOr7azjsrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KVKSnHcfuus/s72-c/TWG_Oct22_Collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-1961890871923372229</id><published>2011-10-22T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T23:11:47.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The long awaited meet-up with Gin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9C747_AoDF8/TqOuqZt2tBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/m058dcrJ0Sc/s1600/Gin_collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135px" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9C747_AoDF8/TqOuqZt2tBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/m058dcrJ0Sc/s400/Gin_collage.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pictures speak louder than words. This time round, we din have drinks which I missed doing so. But tea was good, and not forgetting the H&amp;amp;M experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meet up is always good. Already looking forward to the next one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-1961890871923372229?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1961890871923372229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=1961890871923372229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/1961890871923372229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/1961890871923372229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/long-awaited-meet-up-with-gin.html' title='The long awaited meet-up with Gin'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9C747_AoDF8/TqOuqZt2tBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/m058dcrJ0Sc/s72-c/Gin_collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-236939556590906572</id><published>2011-04-23T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T22:30:00.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Babe</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fpoLNGSJDAo/TbO09uvqpII/AAAAAAAAAHU/bOQ65t8eRd4/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fpoLNGSJDAo/TbO09uvqpII/AAAAAAAAAHU/bOQ65t8eRd4/s640/Picnik+collage.jpg" width="511px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cool Babe!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-236939556590906572?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/236939556590906572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=236939556590906572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/236939556590906572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/236939556590906572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/04/cool-babe.html' title='Cool Babe'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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/-fpoLNGSJDAo/TbO09uvqpII/AAAAAAAAAHU/bOQ65t8eRd4/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-7939802552014893339</id><published>2011-02-27T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T03:19:36.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pretty dress from my dear friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-woKJSsPK_bs/TWox9wUY9bI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FwTbdzUAeSk/s1600/Leyun_in_gindress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="168" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-woKJSsPK_bs/TWox9wUY9bI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FwTbdzUAeSk/s320/Leyun_in_gindress.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is one photo I took long time to upload for my dear friend, Gin. Look how gorgeous the dress is on my little one. Proudly sponsored by Gin. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little one is turning 2 in a few months' time. She has been doing well except her speech.&lt;br /&gt;I am the only lucky one being called. Other than that, it still remains baby language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May she learns fast, grows well and speaks more words. And no more falls that scare me to death with the bleeding. Is that too much a wish? Certainly hopes not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-7939802552014893339?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7939802552014893339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=7939802552014893339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/7939802552014893339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/7939802552014893339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2011/02/pretty-dress-from-my-dear-friend.html' title='The pretty dress from my dear friend'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-woKJSsPK_bs/TWox9wUY9bI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FwTbdzUAeSk/s72-c/Leyun_in_gindress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-7916021865612306734</id><published>2010-11-03T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T03:16:55.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Confidence vs Self Conceit</title><content type='html'>There is just a line between self confidence and self conceit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you may have the knowledge. But respect others who may not have. &lt;br /&gt;No questions to be allowed if you have no knowledge&amp;nbsp;about it. Then how did you first learn when you know nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you may be great. But there will&amp;nbsp;always be people who are greater than you.&lt;br /&gt;And sure there are more that deserve respect from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self confidence you may have. Self conceit is a sure trait.&lt;br /&gt;The line you have crossed. The respect you have lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;- Camille Pissarro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-7916021865612306734?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7916021865612306734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=7916021865612306734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/7916021865612306734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/7916021865612306734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2010/11/self-confidence-vs-self-conceit.html' title='Self Confidence vs Self Conceit'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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-21378423.post-7804026994848309801</id><published>2010-10-30T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T04:57:30.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birthday before Turning 30! - Full report</title><content type='html'>Let the pictures do the talking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/TMIqlCZIEtI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1uzL8ogfEww/s1600/IMG_0560%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/TMIqlCZIEtI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1uzL8ogfEww/s200/IMG_0560%5B1%5D.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr.&amp;nbsp;Lover surprised me with this at the dental.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/TMv508acQSI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ehAUxq5V4f8/s1600/Bday+Cheers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="151" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/TMv508acQSI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ehAUxq5V4f8/s400/Bday+Cheers.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;October, a happy month, not only cos of bday, but also oktoberfest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/TMv56QfvTiI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_rxNwYtcHYc/s1600/2010+Bday+Dinner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/TMv56QfvTiI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_rxNwYtcHYc/s320/2010+Bday+Dinner.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Bday dinner with Mr. Lover and his parents. The crabs were so so delicious!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/TMwH1Q5JVBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2Mb-dfJ1-zs/s1600/Bday+present.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/TMwH1Q5JVBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2Mb-dfJ1-zs/s320/Bday+present.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The bday present﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-7804026994848309801?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7804026994848309801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=7804026994848309801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/7804026994848309801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/7804026994848309801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2010/10/birthday-before-turning-30-full-report.html' title='The Birthday before Turning 30! - Full report'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/TMIqlCZIEtI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1uzL8ogfEww/s72-c/IMG_0560%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-1668848485731027316</id><published>2010-10-21T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T19:34:15.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The birthday before turning 30!</title><content type='html'>The birthday that all women hate. They cannot say they are in the twenties anymore. Even if it is late twenties, it is still twenties. Signifying that you "just" graduated. A blooming flower, just like what I received at an unexpected place. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pictures later and many surprises if there are to update later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-1668848485731027316?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1668848485731027316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=1668848485731027316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/1668848485731027316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/1668848485731027316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2010/10/birthday-before-turning-30.html' title='The birthday before turning 30!'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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-21378423.post-3351663726833331572</id><published>2010-04-26T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T03:11:13.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Bundle of Joy turns 1 !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/S9VYWItM3tI/AAAAAAAAAF8/fg3r9smT9yk/s1600/SYK_7907.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/S9VYWItM3tI/AAAAAAAAAF8/fg3r9smT9yk/s320/SYK_7907.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Happy Birthday to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Le Yun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little one has turned one. A special feeling. Hard to imagine the "ball" of my stomach has turned to be the cutie but naughty at times, now 1 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I am still breastfeeding. The target I have set is far beyond achieved. Tiring, and the seniors aren't exactly happy. Not sure if they are jealous of my relationship with the little one. Or that the little one is too addicted to JOY brand milk, and has not taken any formula yet. And that seems worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hope that JOY brand milk does some good on her and may her be healthy, happy and smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ok, enough of words. Let the pictures do the talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/S9VjuCZzzhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/M-0r4sqXolc/s1600/SYK_7851.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/S9VjuCZzzhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/M-0r4sqXolc/s320/SYK_7851.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The cutie so happy with her balloon. I must say she is quite photogenic when she smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/S9VmcCdHFII/AAAAAAAAAGc/Abz3ejXw-v0/s1600/SYK_7932.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/S9VmcCdHFII/AAAAAAAAAGc/Abz3ejXw-v0/s320/SYK_7932.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The family potrait. Could have been better though. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/S9VZpE7Na2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/QEY8jB85im4/s1600/SYK_7956.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/S9VZpE7Na2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/QEY8jB85im4/s320/SYK_7956.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yum yum, eating her well deserved birthday cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-3351663726833331572?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3351663726833331572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=3351663726833331572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/3351663726833331572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/3351663726833331572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-bundle-of-joy-turns-1.html' title='The Little Bundle of Joy turns 1 !'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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/_Pbw-gP65AbA/S9VYWItM3tI/AAAAAAAAAF8/fg3r9smT9yk/s72-c/SYK_7907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-6254404611578034448</id><published>2010-03-23T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T17:44:29.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wanted to post an entry badly. Since the cny. But was really busy. Even had some photos ready. But well maybe it is not the right time to post happy photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cny was new to me because it was my first with a kid. Seeing her collecting the ang baos and nearly crushing the new notes is hilarious. Kids of their age not much of worries ya. *so envy*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cny was also one with mixed feelings. I lost my grandma(paternal) and seeing the usual strong dad crying is a heartbreaking scene. Though I am not close to her, there was still a sting of sadness. Well, looking at the bright side, no more painful moments, and no more medicines may be a good exit for her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing one having to pass away during a vacation is very shocking too. Bless the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bless us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-6254404611578034448?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6254404611578034448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=6254404611578034448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/6254404611578034448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/6254404611578034448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2010/03/wanted-to-post-entry-badly.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-4230780644121412101</id><published>2010-01-07T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T03:50:31.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The meet up with the good old party</title><content type='html'>It was so long that I last met gin. Was it cos I have not kept in contact with her for a looonnng time. Though most of the time she is outstation, we maintain close contact via msn. But I have MIA from msn for as long as months? Goodness, cannot imagine I say the word months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, managed to get up with her 3 times in 2 day and on all occasions in Orchard. Was a really good break before my dreaded return to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos was not really good. Maybe cos I have not got use to the new toy. See if gin have some and then I linked it later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-4230780644121412101?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4230780644121412101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=4230780644121412101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/4230780644121412101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/4230780644121412101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2010/01/meet-up-with-good-old-party.html' title='The meet up with the good old party'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-8050810943845113046</id><published>2009-12-31T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T06:15:35.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A wonderful gift!</title><content type='html'>Mr. Lover gave me a wonderful gift to march into the year 2010. And i was skeptical about it. Cos I am not really a surfer or music everywhere gal. More of spontaneous photo shooter. And this present isnit exactly a camera phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is really the in thing and amazingly addictive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have anyone guess it yet?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the i phone. Thanks Mr. Lover &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hereby, wishing all good health and all smiles from the new present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-8050810943845113046?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8050810943845113046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=8050810943845113046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/8050810943845113046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/8050810943845113046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2009/12/wonderful-gift.html' title='A wonderful gift!'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-1843170472186173917</id><published>2009-12-28T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T18:53:49.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Christmas Presents for Joy and Little Bundle of Joy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SzlujJvtMLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/o4tta-Cafu8/s1600-h/DSC01838.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SzlujJvtMLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/o4tta-Cafu8/s320/DSC01838.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Look at the 2 pretty gals. I adore this self-took picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aren't they gorgeous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, ok,&amp;nbsp;I heard you. I will keep&amp;nbsp;the admiration&amp;nbsp;to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Let's get back to business. Any&amp;nbsp;presents for the two babes? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-1843170472186173917?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1843170472186173917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=1843170472186173917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/1843170472186173917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/1843170472186173917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2009/12/any-christmas-presents-for-joy-and.html' title='Any Christmas Presents for Joy and Little Bundle of Joy?'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SzlujJvtMLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/o4tta-Cafu8/s72-c/DSC01838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-8286555301680859591</id><published>2009-12-28T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T18:46:52.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SzltANn8QhI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XyIsJ-gTsmQ/s1600-h/DSCF1080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SzltANn8QhI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XyIsJ-gTsmQ/s320/DSCF1080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We wish you a Merry Christmas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We wish you a Merry Chrsitmas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We wish you a Merry Christmas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And a Happy New Year!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-8286555301680859591?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8286555301680859591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=8286555301680859591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/8286555301680859591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/8286555301680859591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-wish-you-merry-christmas-we-wish-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SzltANn8QhI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XyIsJ-gTsmQ/s72-c/DSCF1080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-6736299608262858552</id><published>2009-12-28T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T18:42:43.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December. A joyous occasion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Which month do I like best? Used to be CNY when I was a kid. For the obvious: Red Packets and the Goodies. Now December. Because there are more public holidays and therefore more rest. Which I needed badly after a string of tough labour at work. Yes, it was the wee hours again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Plus December is a joyous occasion. And many lovey dovey will tie their knots during this happy season to make it double happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Look at some that I taken with Alan and GiGi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/Szlo6oLiHcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v5NNSNTZxpk/s1600-h/DSCF1067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/Szlo6oLiHcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v5NNSNTZxpk/s320/DSCF1067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SzlpZ8_SydI/AAAAAAAAAFc/PgytrEVPco8/s1600/DSCF1071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SzlpZ8_SydI/AAAAAAAAAFc/PgytrEVPco8/s320/DSCF1071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-6736299608262858552?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6736299608262858552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=6736299608262858552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/6736299608262858552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/6736299608262858552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-joyous-occasion.html' title='December. A joyous occasion.'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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/_Pbw-gP65AbA/Szlo6oLiHcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v5NNSNTZxpk/s72-c/DSCF1067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-117503797976883797</id><published>2009-10-23T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T19:21:45.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My precious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SuFHQe2i1lI/AAAAAAAAAFE/J1Ab-wwFpZs/s1600-h/DSC_3308.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SuFHQe2i1lI/AAAAAAAAAFE/J1Ab-wwFpZs/s200/DSC_3308.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The most wasted of all days is one without laughter. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp; -E E Cummings (1894 - 1962)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Indeed, the most wasted day will be one without laughters. I've been working like mad these days. Worst record being 8am to +1,3am! You may think the next day should be a off. But itn't. It was as per normal but report at 11am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when I'm back home that wee hours,&amp;nbsp;I expect all human to be sleeping. But from the cab,&amp;nbsp; I saw my house was stil brightly lit with&amp;nbsp;2 figures by the window. My mother carrying my baby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMG, my baby was waiting for me. Far much better than Mr. Lover. But of course, the next day he has to work so he shd not stay up too. And Little Joy must be missing her food source. :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But no matter how tired I was, the smile on this little angle always make my heart melts. Looking at the photo, willn't you be too?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-117503797976883797?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/117503797976883797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=117503797976883797' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/117503797976883797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/117503797976883797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-precious.html' title='My precious'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SuFHQe2i1lI/AAAAAAAAAFE/J1Ab-wwFpZs/s72-c/DSC_3308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-5124095795763082138</id><published>2009-09-19T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T21:25:34.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a break</title><content type='html'>I have been working like mad for the past weeks. Not appearing online and checking my emails for a very very long period of time. No time to celebrate my bestie's bday. And i still owe her a treat and a present. And miss my little joy many get-together sessions and many unreplied sms and a mahjong session. ( Jen and Ming, let's arrange again ok!) So so sorry pple for not being uncontactable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working almost every day, even on weekends. And till the cinderella turns back into the non-glam village girl. My god, I am so tired. And my poor baby has little to eat. For a moment,&amp;nbsp;I was very depressed and the milk bank has gone to red alert. Milkless,&amp;nbsp;I turned to formula and little joy dun quite like&amp;nbsp;it.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&amp;nbsp;I have changed 2 brands now to get her drinking. Tiny portions still, but at least drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend has&amp;nbsp;made her way back SIN too. So glad that I can be there, and not working this weekend. Or rather not working in the office this weekend.&amp;nbsp;From home though. &lt;i&gt;*keeping fingers crossed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to meeting her. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-5124095795763082138?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5124095795763082138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=5124095795763082138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/5124095795763082138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/5124095795763082138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally-break.html' title='Finally a break'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-7921058226124998019</id><published>2009-09-10T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T08:54:41.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 101th Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This is a special post. Haha cos it is my 101th post. Therefore it must be kept for something important. A little excuse for being MIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SqndtyD6ZYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nGM4ahY3gWo/s1600-h/B4haircut.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SqndtyD6ZYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nGM4ahY3gWo/s200/B4haircut.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SqndwUJrhRI/AAAAAAAAAE8/PafF1DxtKDw/s1600-h/Afterhaircut.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SqndwUJrhRI/AAAAAAAAAE8/PafF1DxtKDw/s200/Afterhaircut.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My&amp;nbsp;little gal went for her first haircut about 4 weeks ago. I was nervous. Dunno what will happen. I have dreamt of horrible things like she was crying non stop or a lousy hair cut or etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I was keeping my fingers crossed and all went well till something beyond my imagination happened. The shaver went out of operation. Reason: Not charged. So just charge it right. Guess what? The charger was spoilt so she was left strandling with a hair cut half done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I has such a sudden urge to slap the hairdresser. "You mean you do business with such lousy stuff". Anyway, my aunt was even more nervous. She hurried off to borrow a shaver from another hair salon and finish the haircut before rushing to return it to the nice hair salon who saved the day with a hong bao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ok. Enough of dramatic actions.&amp;nbsp;Enjoy the pics of little&amp;nbsp;joy with a really cool hair look. She looks totally gorgeous. :@@:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-7921058226124998019?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7921058226124998019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=7921058226124998019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/7921058226124998019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/7921058226124998019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-101th-post.html' title='My 101th Post'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SqndtyD6ZYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nGM4ahY3gWo/s72-c/B4haircut.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-1502115353034132861</id><published>2009-07-02T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:39:06.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilema</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/Sk2YT8UmYpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/d3qcHs1Kt6k/s1600-h/DSCF0771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/Sk2YT8UmYpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/d3qcHs1Kt6k/s200/DSCF0771.JPG" border="0" alt="My dearest baby gal" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breastfeeding has always been educated and planted in me since pregnancy on how good and beneficial it is for the mother and the baby. And no milk powder can match the natural super milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I have been trying my best to provide her the best I could. Even if it means less sleep. And I was lucky to have support from both sides of the parents and most importantly Mr. Lover. Though there were some nags here and there from the older seniors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it has reached a time for deciding again. Happy times really fly very very fast and soon I will be back to work. Mr. Lover suggest to try milk formula soon as he is not sure how efficient I am to be with milk production when I return to workforce. After all I am paid to work. And I am not that sure my boss will be so supportive. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down, I have been trying to drag the day to start with the formula. But I know I need to try earlier so that I can make sure the formula we chosen is suitable for the baby. But now the most difficult thing is to let baby get used to bottle-feeding. The care-takers have been complaining that she has been refusing the bottle at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilema, dilema. Too bad I cannot be a full time mother for 6 months. So choose I have to. &lt;/hr&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-1502115353034132861?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1502115353034132861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=1502115353034132861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/1502115353034132861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/1502115353034132861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2009/07/dilema.html' title='Dilema'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/Sk2YT8UmYpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/d3qcHs1Kt6k/s72-c/DSCF0771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-350608194286891741</id><published>2009-06-02T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T00:43:52.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Princess</title><content type='html'>A good friend asked me on her full month celebration, "So do you feel motherly now?"&lt;br /&gt;I was rather stunned by this question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have fed her, changed her diapers, hugged her and etc. All what a mother has to do. But motherly? I am not sure if there should be an instant bonding between mother and child. All I remember when I saw her, the thought that went pass my mind was "Hi there, so this is how you look. You were inside me for the past months. We have been so near yet so far. :P"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, whether there is instant bonding anot, I will do my very best to adore and take care of her. And I am sure Mr. Lover will do likewise. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sidetrack abit. There were quite many of people who comment that the little princess resembles me but from the below photo (the one princess wearing white ), I would say she resembles more of Mr. Lover. So I suppose it is the angle issue. &lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SiTq8c1-n3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hkiHLH_kOuM/s1600-h/DSCF0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SiTq8c1-n3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hkiHLH_kOuM/s200/DSCF0474.JPG" border="0" alt="Princess resembles Mr. Lover" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SiTq7_j0oHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/sH0spg3crAY/s1600-h/DSCF0528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SiTq7_j0oHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/sH0spg3crAY/s200/DSCF0528.JPG" border="0" alt="A photo of Princess taken on her full month celebration that many comment she resembles me" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-350608194286891741?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/350608194286891741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=350608194286891741' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/350608194286891741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/350608194286891741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-little-princess.html' title='My Little Princess'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SiTq8c1-n3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hkiHLH_kOuM/s72-c/DSCF0474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-568090691813476167</id><published>2009-05-02T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:44:40.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats, Joy! You have been promoted... ... to a mother :P</title><content type='html'>It is the new mummy blogging again. Amazed that I still have the energy to make a new entry. I am quite tired and pretty lack of sleep. The title was a summary of a colleague's congrat sms. Indeed promoted but with no pay increase, longer working hours and wider workscope. Hope I will be a good mummy. Still trying to adapt to this new role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, to update the score for my "giving-up-the-seats-to-the-pregnants" contest. It is male 32 vs female 43. Speaking of it, I no longer have the priority to sitting down or staring at inconsiderate people. :P even though I am a recovering "patient". Maybe I do not look like one. Ablessing definitely. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the swine flu virus spreading like wild fire, I am relieved that junior joy is born before the outbreak. It will be so sad to be in the delivery suite with no one to support you or in the nursery with no one to share your joy or anxiety. Mr lover has been a great pillar of strength and has excel in changing diapers. His skills are much better than me. For this, I must really praise him. Daddy, you are great!!! :@@:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, I am worried for junior joy. May the swine flu virus stay far far away from my family and friends. Baby, stay healthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If you feel sick or just travelled back from the "infected countries", you are exempted from visiting junior joy n me. We appreciate your sincere wishes and believe you understand our concerns. Oh god, i'm a kiasu mum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-568090691813476167?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/568090691813476167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=568090691813476167' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/568090691813476167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/568090691813476167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2009/05/congrats-joy-you-have-been-promoted-to.html' title='Congrats, Joy! You have been promoted... ... to a mother :P'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-516121814157441096</id><published>2009-04-25T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T05:49:21.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All the wait for her</title><content type='html'>Too tired for dramatic, expressive essays. Happy moments captured of my new found precious junior joy. &lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/Leyun/?action=view&amp;current=DSCF0261.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/Leyun/DSCF0261.jpg" border="0" alt="daddy with little joy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/Leyun/?action=view&amp;current=DSCF0299.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/Leyun/DSCF0299.jpg" border="0" alt="mommy and little joy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/Leyun/?action=view&amp;current=DSCF0298.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/Leyun/DSCF0298.jpg" border="0" alt="smiling little joy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/Leyun/?action=view&amp;current=DSCF0285.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/Leyun/DSCF0285.jpg" border="0" alt="innocent looking baby"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May her be healthy, happy and lucky always. And possibly wealthy too. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-516121814157441096?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/516121814157441096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=516121814157441096' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/516121814157441096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/516121814157441096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-wait-for-her.html' title='All the wait for her'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/Leyun/th_DSCF0261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-5521825795056530113</id><published>2009-03-11T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:00:39.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Courtesy Begins with You?</title><content type='html'>Haha does the tagline "Courtesy begins with you and me" rings a bell to you?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe yes maybe no. But frankly speaking, I feel super strongly for it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past months, my encounters in the train/bus, both good and bad, have been pushing me to post about it. I am not sure if other pregnant friends tell you so, but I am sure going to tell you some irritating incidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Never stand near friends (esp more than 2) that are sitting down. They typically will not give up seats cos they are comfortably chatting as if they are in the cafe. There are usually 2 scenarios: One give up seat and all stand up or none sees you at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Never stand near aunties/uncles (40s or 50s, not seniors) who always want the public to call them by yonger titles, e.g. sis/bro. But when come to having a seat, they are the first to admitting old. They even snatch seats that are intentionally gave up for you. From my statistics, the ones that usually give up seats are those in the late twenties to the early thirities and occasionally the forties. I initially thought that the child-born aunties would be more kind. BUT you are seriously wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Never stand near the "chinese chinese". I apologise if I sound like I am biased here, but really they are a bunch of "selfish selfishs". They can be "sleeping", then when their phone rings, they can miracously wake up and talk so bloody loud and when the call ends, they are "sleeping" again. There is a particular case I am so mad about: This chinese man was learning to sing bible songs to praise the lord and so on, and again blind to the surronding. Apparently, his love is only to himself. I thought he should practising to love all??!!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Ok I know i sound super biased. Not all chinese chinese are like that. But those on the train/bus that I have met so far are really so. Their talent: Indifference to the surrounding, definitely surpass us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Oh yes, did I also mention there are some public who will ask you to "wake" these inconsiderate people who are sitting on the so-called designated seats? (I never did.) They will then openly critise these people. (even though I am unhappy, I do not express myself openly) And to your horror or at least mine, some inconsiderates actually stared at you, as if you offended them. Hello, I m not the one scolding you ok. I just happen to be a pregnant that stands near you. It is ok if you do not give up seats, but you do not have to add oil to the fire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of complaining. Just for fun, till date there are 27 men and 36 women who give their precious seats to me (ever since I start counting). Thank you so much. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-5521825795056530113?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5521825795056530113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=5521825795056530113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/5521825795056530113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/5521825795056530113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2009/03/courtesy-begins-with-you.html' title='Courtesy Begins with You?'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-5974132687191757533</id><published>2009-03-11T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T02:59:08.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of "Only 2" ...</title><content type='html'>Soon, there will be a new member to the family which has just started not too long ago. Let me see, probably about slightly more than a year after my customary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted the "2 of us" time to be slightly longer. But well nature has its own way of planning. And I am not particularly irritated by it. Maybe just a little dunno what to do. Afterall, I am not sure if I am ready to take care of the little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway our first wedding anniversary was a simple but rather fun one. Treasure the last bit of "Only 2" time. Yes, yes i know it was 2 months ago but I din have the time to blog. Cos my company is to be relocated . Super sianz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A movie then KTV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SbeIgAIMZ8I/AAAAAAAAADU/nNSjYyIrO5E/s1600-h/DSCF0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="KTV" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SbeIgAIMZ8I/AAAAAAAAADU/nNSjYyIrO5E/s200/DSCF0129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then dinner at Din Tai Fung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SbeIgaba2SI/AAAAAAAAADc/8PfPV0nZMZM/s1600-h/DSCF0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Mr Lover with his hp before the food arrives" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SbeIgaba2SI/AAAAAAAAADc/8PfPV0nZMZM/s200/DSCF0131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then revisit to our ballroom which we had our banquet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SbeIgls4qtI/AAAAAAAAADk/TWe-7DAPCE8/s1600-h/DSCF0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Me and little joy posing with Park Orchard hotel" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SbeIgls4qtI/AAAAAAAAADk/TWe-7DAPCE8/s200/DSCF0135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, a mango sponge cake to end the happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SbeIg5N1-YI/AAAAAAAAADs/ife3q2Wto2k/s1600-h/DSCF0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Us and the yummy cake" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SbeIg5N1-YI/AAAAAAAAADs/ife3q2Wto2k/s200/DSCF0144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any wish? Yes....but for my heart only and for you to guess. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-5974132687191757533?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5974132687191757533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=5974132687191757533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/5974132687191757533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/5974132687191757533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2009/03/end-of-only-2.html' title='The end of &quot;Only 2&quot; ...'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SbeIgAIMZ8I/AAAAAAAAADU/nNSjYyIrO5E/s72-c/DSCF0129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-4580025634491497099</id><published>2009-01-06T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:16:42.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year 2009</title><content type='html'>Year 2009 is a year full of "first" in my life. Some of which really overwhelmed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) First to experience finiancial crisis. Back in 1997, I was still studying so did not really feel the impact. But this time round, it is left right front back effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) First to experience pay cut as a company measure to cut cost so as to last through the difficult times. What can you say with our leaders as life examples of paycut and heavily discounted bonus. Well, if you let positive thinking sets in, at least I have a job and not retrenched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) First to taking a enforced block leave for CNY. In the past, I used to envy those who do not have to return to work just 2 days after CNY. Like my counterparts in Taiwan. Though it is a enforced one, well at least I get to enjoy the first time rotting during CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) First with not much motivation in getting new clothes. Was it the tighter purse I have to start with in the year 2009 or the US honeymoon trip or because ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) And of course, First to experience a mother-to-be. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SYJT8GSB4TI/AAAAAAAAACs/0kf75n_XMEA/s1600-h/DSCF0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SYJT8GSB4TI/AAAAAAAAACs/0kf75n_XMEA/s200/DSCF0064.JPG" border="0" alt="Me &amp; Mr. Lover &amp; Junior Joy"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296888403684614450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, really a mix of feelings for a year to start. Hope I am ready for the challenges ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~*~*~Quote of the year: When the going gets tough, the tough get going. -Joseph P. Kennedy~*~*~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-4580025634491497099?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4580025634491497099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=4580025634491497099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/4580025634491497099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/4580025634491497099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-2009.html' title='Year 2009'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SYJT8GSB4TI/AAAAAAAAACs/0kf75n_XMEA/s72-c/DSCF0064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-3860491979275480158</id><published>2008-12-18T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:11:46.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of Thoughts waiting to be pen down.</title><content type='html'>There are lots of thoughts in my mind that I want to pen down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several big events. But din have a chance. Was realy busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I cannot help but to start one thought going first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email, indeed has given the modern us a great deal of convenience and also evidence. Haha. So every single email, you got to really think through and read in between the lines for any hidden meanings that you have not intention to put across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Email has served us well. But so much so that some lazy people just dun want to move their butt off to communicate with you. Or they prefer having it document out. :P Email has also work for people who are not too good in dealing with possible immediate negative feedback. They will choose the easy path to break the not-so-good news to their fellow work partners and having to face you or even discuss with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how email has brought change to us. I always prefer the more direct and body talk way. Maybe I am outdated. Or maybe I just refuse to accept the fact that how the big one implement such a drastic change with no intention for interaction. Really too amazed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-3860491979275480158?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3860491979275480158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=3860491979275480158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/3860491979275480158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/3860491979275480158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2008/12/lots-of-thoughts-waiting-to-be-pen-down.html' title='Lots of Thoughts waiting to be pen down.'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-8065969154997169048</id><published>2008-11-30T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:12:30.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Fear sets in... ...</title><content type='html'>Dunno if it is because i am older now or because I have more commitments now. The recent economic turmoil is certainly not making me feel at ease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I lose my confidence? Or is the situation really bad? At times, while resting or listening to news update about the pessimistic market, I will have thoughts about what should I do if I am retrenched? Will I be able to find a job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retrenchments sounds very distant to me long time ago. Maybe because I always thought the seniors or those who are earning more will be more affected. Or that I have more youth to bet on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that with the retrenching in many MNCs, I fear for my future in my current small company. Especially with the government leading pay cuts and reducing bonus, I am more and more skeptical on how this small company can cope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a close gal friend who is making her another career move. I am really happy for her admist the dark clouds looming, she is still of market value and really popular with the employers. What about me? Do I have such talent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy is a little not joyful today. Probably thinking too much. But at least I am preparing myself. Maybe I should start to pick up new skills. Ha ha, More prayers too for the global economy to have a speedy recovery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-8065969154997169048?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8065969154997169048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=8065969154997169048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/8065969154997169048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/8065969154997169048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-fear-sets-in.html' title='More Fear sets in... ...'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-5816596316416018057</id><published>2008-11-09T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T16:56:06.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More hands .. .. .. :P</title><content type='html'>Haha..surprisingly 2 months have passed. My partner who is on maternity leave is back. [Not 4 months cos the bb is not singapore citizen.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much change. Some colleagues commented that her face is more round. Maybe put on a little weight. But to me, I think she is a gorgeous mum. More attractive haha...not so skinny and therefore more ideal looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is kinda of different from the myth that after u get pregnant, after birth, you will look old, fat and haggard. But then again, my aunt who has 4 children, looks perfectly fine too. Though i must admit she put on some weight, but after 4 chances, she still look good. In fact, one of my bridesmaid did not know she was the mother of 4. Haha, I hope I am one of the lucky ones who will look more attractive too. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-5816596316416018057?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5816596316416018057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=5816596316416018057' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/5816596316416018057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/5816596316416018057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-hands-p.html' title='More hands .. .. .. :P'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-4515123899395998997</id><published>2008-10-23T22:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T07:04:57.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>Haha...finally something to look forward to. My birthday, a perfect excuse to take a day off, with the very little amount of leave that remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday celebration started off with my decade long friends at NYDC with a nice boney hot dog and a yummy "that boney cake" with a candle that my best friend bought at 10cents for a more birthday mood. Really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was a dim sum breakie with the parents-in-law. The long queue was making me very impatient and very hungry and i end up with lotsa of siew mai, porridge, ...my favourite. A little dissapointed with no beancurd rolls though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had ding tai fung with wendy after work the night before my bday. The food was normal but the chat was heart-warming and certainly cheery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally could sleep till I wake up willingly on my birthday and found myself dreaming away with a surprise bouquet of sunflowers from Mr Lover. Then we went off for a good breakfast at Mac and bought a small nutella cake from Polars. It started off good till the rain came. So the weather was making us more lethargic and more keen in a lazy afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SQm89a4R3bI/AAAAAAAAACU/cNLSqi1g6Ik/s1600-h/DSCF0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SQm89a4R3bI/AAAAAAAAACU/cNLSqi1g6Ik/s200/DSCF0022.JPG" border="0" alt="me and my bdaycake" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SQm88nhu4WI/AAAAAAAAACM/4qWRDZnVBCg/s1600-h/DSCF0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SQm88nhu4WI/AAAAAAAAACM/4qWRDZnVBCg/s200/DSCF0021.JPG" border="0" alt="me and mr lover" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SQm88C8GPwI/AAAAAAAAACE/g7Ac5ZD4Xgs/s1600-h/DSCF0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SQm88C8GPwI/AAAAAAAAACE/g7Ac5ZD4Xgs/s200/DSCF0020.JPG" border="0" alt="me and my surprise bouquet of sunflowers" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SQm9n5s4vxI/AAAAAAAAACk/48dKIJH1ofo/s1600-h/DSCF0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SQm9n5s4vxI/AAAAAAAAACk/48dKIJH1ofo/s200/DSCF0025.JPG" border="0" alt="Time to eat..." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SQm9npKywmI/AAAAAAAAACc/p_dj3iLShgQ/s1600-h/DSCF0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SQm9npKywmI/AAAAAAAAACc/p_dj3iLShgQ/s200/DSCF0024.JPG" border="0" alt="All my wishes please come true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only when the stomach crumbles, we woke for tea time at Jack's place and then a undecisive mind to go the Singapore Flyers as planned or a movie. The rain chosen for us and so we caught a movie instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie "Burn after reading" was really a no-brainer and we are totally amazed how these big actors actually agree to cast in it. There is no link with the title too. In short, the movie was just a divorce that has gone very wrong for a CIA agent who was forced to terminate its service. No drama at all. If i were to rate, it is definitely a one star movie.   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Though I have to admit that the movie spoilt my mood a little, I was happy to spend this special day together with my loved one, be it the good times or the bad times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-4515123899395998997?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4515123899395998997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=4515123899395998997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/4515123899395998997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/4515123899395998997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday!!!'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SQm89a4R3bI/AAAAAAAAACU/cNLSqi1g6Ik/s72-c/DSCF0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-8653199197260833873</id><published>2008-08-16T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T03:15:03.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moonpie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SKan4Pd-5YI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VDqy6D78aRE/s1600-h/moonpies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SKan4Pd-5YI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VDqy6D78aRE/s200/moonpies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235056201531581826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am &lt;em&gt;suagu&lt;/em&gt;, i.e. mountain tortoise. :P&lt;br /&gt;Never hear of this savoury before. Mooncake I eat alot. Moonpie the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first impression... normal looking. But the box of 8 mini provided lotsa of fun with the "guessing game". There are 7 different flavours so you have to feel for the flavour you want to eat and gamble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... it was a pleasant thing to do for a lazy afternoon. I managed to try the original and the coffee. After taste?! Good... the coffee moonpie has a very tempting starbucks brew of the day aroma that drives me crazy. And of course the crispy crust. Yum Yum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-8653199197260833873?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8653199197260833873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=8653199197260833873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/8653199197260833873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/8653199197260833873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/moonpie.html' title='Moonpie?'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SKan4Pd-5YI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VDqy6D78aRE/s72-c/moonpies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-914950996415062562</id><published>2008-08-09T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T19:54:13.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Singapore!</title><content type='html'>It is once again 9th of August. It is Singapore's big day again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again the whole nation is patriotic again on this special day. Most wearing red, waving flags and torchlights and singing the athem loud and clear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe to some, it may be seen like just today only la. But at least it is. I am usually very upbeat about national day too. Though most of the celebration stuff is the same. First marching parade, then aeroplane/parachute then the parade showcase then singapore athem then fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha...but it works for me everytime! Here wishing her Happy Birthday and many more years to come and forever prosperity and harmony. Hope there are more good news in the national day rally too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-914950996415062562?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/914950996415062562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=914950996415062562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/914950996415062562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/914950996415062562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-singapore.html' title='Happy Birthday Singapore!'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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-21378423.post-5352524827652017343</id><published>2008-08-03T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T06:53:12.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAGA</title><content type='html'>SAGA? What is that? Not a complimentary term in my dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;This term is proudly created by a dear friend and inspired by my irritating, stupid admin gal (factually an auntie though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes to wear black. Some of the allies name her "the witch",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, indeed she is. Black-hearted and like to boss all of us around. Taking the chicken feather as the authority token. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you a reader of my post, this character appears in my blog before. Not too long ago. Ask her to inform us when she receive PO irregardless of price changes. After all, why will we the engineers care about the price? We just want more time to complete the task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she keep denying all her "sins" and ask me to liaise with customers directly if i am unhappy with the dateline. Especically when she is technically inexperienced. Then if so, why when I advise you the product has some faults and you still insist the shipment date. And you say you are not the one who control/commit the dateline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ask her to create a document to track all the stock arrival dates and po received date so as to avoid such incidents from happening and it will help us to plan and better estimate the dateline. And guess what the witch reply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for your suggestion. It is to your enlightenment that such system is already in place. I strongly believe I have carried my duties very well and if you want these info, you can come to me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B****, it is also your job to document down and share with the working team. Why should we walk to your desk to ask you...certainly not very efficient as your original intention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exasperated, dunno how i can survive when my partner goes for her maternity leave. Maybe it is time for me to buy the Straits Times over the weekend again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-5352524827652017343?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5352524827652017343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=5352524827652017343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/5352524827652017343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/5352524827652017343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/saga.html' title='SAGA'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-8127360505101304731</id><published>2008-07-26T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T00:21:46.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting less tolerant</title><content type='html'>Have been really short-tempered these few days. Always into argument with people I actually love and of course with those i hate. First was my uncle when we were discussing about the inflation rate and he ought to be generous with pay increment to keep his men. Everything is ok till he say dunno how people earning 2 to 3 k survive now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i flared up. Maybe cos i fall into this category of people. I was like "How to live? Like that live lor....what you mean by cannot live?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my grandpa who wants to visit my home, but the problem i dun have. Weird, you mean visit my in-laws?? And then my mum. Yesterday, with a group of my best-est friends. They were merely creating a tv story out of a private incident. I know they were just having fun till they say hope this will be true. And I get offended. Dunno why. Unbelivable. Deep down i know they meant no harm, but seriously I will not bear the thought of my future children with any disabilities. I am sure any parents would hope that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course the irritating admin who are so senseless which drives me to no choice but to reply a harsh email. Imagine this, you are just informed on 25th July after lunch that there is order to be due suddenly on 30th July when the order date was reflected 16th July. What makes it worse, when customers call on 25th July 4pm, they still have the guts to ask me, "so how? when can deliver?" HELLO, you are not shopping in a supermart for the off the shelf products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begin to think is it my cough that lasts like a month now. Therefore I am less intolerant.  Or is it my work environment and the tonnes of work that has put me to too much mental stress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will be more tolerant or at least try my best not to hurt those who I love. For those who I hate, beware for you may now be the only channel of my frustrations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-8127360505101304731?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8127360505101304731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=8127360505101304731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/8127360505101304731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/8127360505101304731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/getting-less-tolerant.html' title='Getting less tolerant'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-928729174240981053</id><published>2008-07-13T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:30:34.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Healthy to drink... ...</title><content type='html'>I saw this article when one of my friends send me the link to singapore beer festival this coming october. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy and certainly has this urge to share this joy to all around me. Who says drinking beer is not good. Yes, it gives you the extra calories and maybe the round tummy that seems to be happy staying at my waist. Yes, it is bad for health, but only if you are drinking excessively. So looking forward to catch the mug when my cough goes away now. :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the good news to &lt;a href="http://www.forbes.com/2008/03/14/beer-drink-health-forbeslife-cx_avd_0317health.html"&gt; share.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-928729174240981053?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/928729174240981053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=928729174240981053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/928729174240981053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/928729174240981053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/healthy-to-drink.html' title='Healthy to drink... ...'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-689295118993648167</id><published>2008-07-10T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T17:36:37.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Star</title><content type='html'>Very into super star of taiwan series. Yes, the cable tv is a late replay. Yes, the season is already over. But to me, it's still amazing and entertaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of very good singers. E.G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Ln0REeAafg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Ln0REeAafg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complimentary from youtube. Way to go for superstar series. Thank you 中视.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-689295118993648167?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/689295118993648167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=689295118993648167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/689295118993648167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/689295118993648167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/super-star.html' title='Super Star'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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-21378423.post-2554806867169418169</id><published>2008-07-07T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T19:34:06.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No updates?!? No answers ?!?</title><content type='html'>Yes yes i know it's way past my dateline to have a new entry. To tell you the answer to where i have been since the last post from Changi Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am now in Singapore. Lying on a bed with a persistent cough bug in me that is dying to take my breath away anytime anywhere. I have been sick for at least 2 weeks. The MC i have clocked these 2 weeks is almost have of what I could take. 6 days.... envy me? I curse you if you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ** sick woman is a grouchy woman.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SHLQbZ_-cmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/e3rxyRqtgFI/s1600-h/DSC01294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 5px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SHLQbZ_-cmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/e3rxyRqtgFI/s200/DSC01294.JPG" border="0" alt="me with a eye infection + cough/fever/flu"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220464087330091618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me with a eye infection + cough/fever/flu which earns 3 days of mc last week. Sigh... ...&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss actually shooed me home yesterday cos i was still coughing, and he was afraid that i will spread the virus to the floor. But the admin insist i go see doc so that it is easier to file my reason of absence and get more medicine. Instead of boss's instruction to go home and rest and forget about the mc. And i waited 2-3 hours for the doctor, lab test, doc, medicine. My god, a total no rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have just listen to my boss... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, special thanks to a lady sitting beside me on the mrt yesterday who offer me a polo mint sweet when i was coughing and crying real badly;while many were shunning me like a TB patient. May good health be with you always. :) And may my good health return real soon too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-2554806867169418169?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2554806867169418169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=2554806867169418169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/2554806867169418169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/2554806867169418169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-updates-no-answers.html' title='No updates?!? No answers ?!?'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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/_Pbw-gP65AbA/SHLQbZ_-cmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/e3rxyRqtgFI/s72-c/DSC01294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-6516825662013077680</id><published>2008-05-15T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T18:24:45.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess where am I now?</title><content type='html'>:) This is a very happy moment. Live reporting from........drum rolls....Singapore Changi Airport. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going fo my long awaited honey moon. To where....Sssshhhh..wait for my next post then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mr Lover, Big money Big money. To me: Fun Fun Fun....and Luck too. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-6516825662013077680?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6516825662013077680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=6516825662013077680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/6516825662013077680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/6516825662013077680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2008/05/guess-where-am-i-now.html' title='Guess where am I now?'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-8132142609352032595</id><published>2008-03-31T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T07:57:22.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The reveal of the new me @ Thumper</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;a href="http://s79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/personal/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01007_1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/personal/DSC01007_1.jpg" border="0" alt="Thumper"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/personal/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01012_1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/personal/DSC01012_1.jpg" border="0" alt="The babes"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/personal/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01010_1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/personal/DSC01010_1.jpg" border="0" alt="Mr. Lover with &amp;amp;quot;new&amp;amp;quot; girl"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/personal/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01002_1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/personal/DSC01002_1.jpg" border="0" alt="The babes again"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was looking for the best outfit to match the new me @ the thumper. So as to hear the first compliment of my new hair style. Not to mention the burbon coke that were free till 10am. But we are not irritating pple who run away once the clock strike 10o'clock. At least I pay about 15 for 2 small glass of beer.;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-8132142609352032595?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8132142609352032595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=8132142609352032595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/8132142609352032595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/8132142609352032595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2008/03/reveal-of-new-me-thumper.html' title='The reveal of the new me @ Thumper'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/personal/th_DSC01007_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-7865518960781525616</id><published>2008-03-23T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T05:59:57.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new look. Better Look?</title><content type='html'>I was a little overwhelmed with the stress, and hmm....hair loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stylist's advice: Less stess, More sleep will solve the issue. &lt;br /&gt;My advice: Cut my hair short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pair of big round eyes were questioning my determination. Yes, Cut it short. Not trim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is a little overwhelming. And i've been with long hair since university? I also know all my important photos: Graduation, wedding, passport all remember me as long hair, or at least shoulder length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lover was a little worried too. What if i dun recognise you. Dun so short ok. Thank you for your understanding. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am a cute "student". :p Five years younger. Happier. Lighter? Hopefully, less stress, more sleep and less hair loss. HaHaHa.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-7865518960781525616?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7865518960781525616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=7865518960781525616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/7865518960781525616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/7865518960781525616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-look-better-look.html' title='A new look. Better Look?'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-2845905751712942826</id><published>2008-03-23T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T05:48:14.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest &amp; Relax at TimberLand</title><content type='html'>I was so in need of a break after so many days of late dinner and dwindling sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Friday was really good. Haha... I thought I will have to work to dunno what time before I get to breathe on Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I manage to hitch up a drink session with my loyal drinking buddies the day before. I was really looking towards it. Especially one that is impromptu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timbre.com.sg/"&gt;Timbre&lt;/a&gt;, it was the first time I was there. Yes, it was timber everywhere. At first, I was a little paranoid of some birds deciding to "rest &amp; relax" here too, and somehow into my food or on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was good food, then drinks, then good music and of course good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a little enjoying myself too much that Mr. Lover was like going to dozz off. He has worked OT the night before and only can sleep at 3 am. Poor us...:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-2845905751712942826?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2845905751712942826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=2845905751712942826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/2845905751712942826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/2845905751712942826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2008/03/rest-relax-at-timberland.html' title='Rest &amp; Relax at TimberLand'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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-21378423.post-9170257819933590844</id><published>2008-03-23T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T05:33:41.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Restricted Access</title><content type='html'>Dunno why, Dunno when, suddenly my internet access in the company has become restricted. Din realise it because i was so so busy at work. Maybe more than 3 weeks of OT... really draining me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No yes 933 or any form of web radio. No you tube. No blog. No breather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only comfort is that i still have msn. My only way to ouside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why fewer posts these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-9170257819933590844?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/9170257819933590844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=9170257819933590844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/9170257819933590844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/9170257819933590844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2008/03/restricted-access.html' title='Restricted Access'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-2141263477097184618</id><published>2008-02-12T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T19:47:28.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First CNY as Mrs Lover</title><content type='html'>CNY was barely a month after the big day. Have not recuperate from the hectic schedule and was again rushing for new clothes, food, organising reunion dinners with lotsa of parties.I cannot imagine my credit card bill and the phone bill to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to custom, first year dun need to give hong baos. :p But hong baos to parents, grandparents are still a must. ** We are filial fellows :P **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference this year is more houses to visit, more coordination to be done, more teasing....everybody loves kid i suppose &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year to all....and wish all of you love, luck, wealth and health.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-2141263477097184618?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2141263477097184618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=2141263477097184618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/2141263477097184618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/2141263477097184618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-cny-as-mrs-lover.html' title='First CNY as Mrs Lover'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-4617548551318138212</id><published>2008-02-04T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T00:32:59.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy not joyful</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;We create our own unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of suffering is to help us understand we are the ones who cause it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willie Nelson&lt;/center&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I feel about today. Today Joy is not joyful. Why? Partly cause I mind others' business too much. On how it will affect someone and maybe the team if this person leaves without proper hand over. 'Cos I have seen how bad things could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am loud. Yes I am not very high in EQ or super duper technically trained. So in that case, stay away from me. Free me from being framed or caught in some shit that I know nuts about. Just 'cos I happen to be free and took over half-completed work which no one wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new resolution of the year: TO BE LESS ACTIVE/LESS TALKATIVE aka ZEN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-4617548551318138212?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4617548551318138212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=4617548551318138212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/4617548551318138212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/4617548551318138212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2008/02/joy-noy-joyful.html' title='Joy not joyful'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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-21378423.post-905359244814367211</id><published>2008-01-27T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T16:53:45.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos photos photos .....</title><content type='html'>A &lt;a href= "http://s79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/menbk/?action=view&amp;current=b65c4620.pbr"&gt; quick summary &lt;/a&gt; to share with you guys on the big day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-905359244814367211?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/905359244814367211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=905359244814367211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/905359244814367211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/905359244814367211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2008/01/photos-photos-photos.html' title='Photos photos photos .....'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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-21378423.post-3233437391198032251</id><published>2008-01-27T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T05:59:20.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*~* Thank you speech on 19th Jan '08 *~*</title><content type='html'>Some of my dear bridemaids did not manage to hear my heartfelt thank you speech. One that I have spent much effort and time to come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is again for you dear people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;MARQUEE bgcolor="#CBAACC" loop="-1" BEHAVIOR="ALTERNATE" scrollamount="2" width="100%"&gt; &lt;a href="http://s79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/menbk/?action=view&amp;current=BanKiatJoy_20080119_226.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/menbk/BanKiatJoy_20080119_226.jpg"  alt="Sisters and US" border="0" align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sisters and US &lt;a href="http://s79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/menbk/?action=view&amp;current=BanKiatJoy_20080119_251.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/menbk/BanKiatJoy_20080119_251.jpg" border="0" alt="Brothers and US"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brothers and US &lt;a href="http://s79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/menbk/?action=view&amp;current=BanKiatJoy_20080119_255.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/menbk/BanKiatJoy_20080119_255.jpg" border="0" alt="All of us"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of us &lt;/MARQUEE&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~* THANK YOU ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who know me will know that the chance of me being able to keep quiet while everyone else talks is pretty slim. But I promise to keep it short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all I have a bunch of people who I'd like to thank who have helped me over the past little while: &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Zhang Ying and GX for being tonight’s emcee. You two have done a great job and so keep it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana for being my 贴身丫环 today and ensuring that I am always in a tip top condition. You and your family are “always ready to help” and I am certainly grateful for having you all to lighten my stress level; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regina, for the fun fun fun bridal shower and the hard work of being tonight’s lady behind the screen;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xin Ping, though you are not present to share our joy, thank you for being there in every gown fitting and giving me all the advice I can have so that I can be a pretty bride today;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessie, Gladys, Menghui, for being my Charlie angels of the reception and many more that you 3 have helped. jie mei men, zhen de xiexie ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest mummy, there are no words to express my gratitude for everything you have done for me. 谢谢你对我的养育之恩，从洗衣,煮饭 到我的无理取闹。真的谢谢你。To my dad, you have been a wonderful dad and I certainly will miss the great times we have had together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also going to thank Ban Kiat's family for welcoming me into their lives. 爸爸,妈妈，谢谢你对我的疼爱。从布置新房到今晚的晚宴，你们为我和孟杰做了很多很多。辛苦了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always joked with my buddies that I would never find someone who would put up with me, but now I can wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to my husband: Thank you for making the first step. Let me now walk by your side for the many many years to come. You’ve been a great lover and I certainly think you will continue to be a good husband and a good father. So, bring me my medicine when my tummy aches and give me money when I run out of cash.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally I would like to say a big thank you to each and everyone of you for being with us today. A wedding can happen anywhere anytime but it can only be a celebration when all the people you love and care about are there to share it with you, so you have really made our day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So if you'd please raise your glasses for a toast - To Friends and Family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-3233437391198032251?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3233437391198032251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=3233437391198032251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/3233437391198032251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/3233437391198032251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2008/01/thank-you-speech-on-19th-jan-08.html' title='*~* Thank you speech on 19th Jan &apos;08 *~*'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/menbk/th_BanKiatJoy_20080119_226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-8091291107001046674</id><published>2007-12-30T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T18:28:10.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Trial Make Up</title><content type='html'>People always say the most beautiful moment of a lady is on her wedding day. I am not certain about it, but definitely hope i look presentable on my big day with lotsa of sincere praises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So buddha need gold to stand out, human need make up to be pretty. :p Hehe my trial make up session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;MARQUEE bgcolor="#CCCCCC" loop="-1" BEHAVIOR="ALTERNATE" scrollamount="3" width="100%"&gt; &lt;a href="http://s79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/personal/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00137.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/personal/DSC00137.jpg" border="0" align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Makeover in Progess 1 &lt;a href="http://s79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/personal/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00142.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/personal/DSC00142.jpg" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt; Makeover in Progress 2 &lt;a href="http://s79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/personal/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00147.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/personal/DSC00147.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Transform Ending &lt;a href="http://s79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/personal/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00143.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/personal/DSC00143.jpg" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt; Transformation to Chio Bu done! &lt;a href="http://s79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/personal/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00155.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/personal/DSC00155.jpg" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chio Bu Alone &lt;a href="http://s79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/personal/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00156.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/personal/DSC00156.jpg" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chio Bu on Date with Mr. Lover&lt;/MARQUEE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-8091291107001046674?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8091291107001046674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=8091291107001046674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/8091291107001046674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/8091291107001046674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-trial-make-up.html' title='My Trial Make Up'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/personal/th_DSC00137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-2105564709781770377</id><published>2007-12-27T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T17:03:13.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Layout?</title><content type='html'>Seems like now the original layout has finally worked, after some head cracking on why the alignment would have run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least my computer can see the full layout now. And I hope you can see this full layout too. Though I find the fonts a little small. Not really good for prolonged viewing. Well, you win some, you lose some. That's life. I have to grasp it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I dun think there will be that many that will stay at my blog for that long of viewing. :P My posts are usually short and not too frequent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-2105564709781770377?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2105564709781770377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=2105564709781770377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/2105564709781770377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/2105564709781770377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2007/12/better-layout.html' title='Better Layout?'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-9221873067578609032</id><published>2007-12-12T22:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T22:48:54.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Look!!!</title><content type='html'>A friend commented that I need something cheery and positive to keep the negative forces away from me. So that I will be happier, and will not keep reminding myself of the recent unhappy incidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was trying to find something cheery in a fast way. This seems like a lovely template to start with...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so here it is.....Will try to do more face-lift to my blog with the already forgotten limited html codes I have. Any kind souls want to suggest anything? Readily available? :p Lazy me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-9221873067578609032?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/9221873067578609032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=9221873067578609032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/9221873067578609032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/9221873067578609032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-look.html' title='A New Look!!!'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-1052282983494246021</id><published>2007-12-04T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T18:00:32.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My horoscope dated 4 Dec (US based) reads this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In a constant effort to keep everything peaceful and balanced in your world, Joy, you may be forgetting an important fundamental - namely you. Be sure that you are getting the attention you need at this time. Don't be afraid to take on a more aggressive stance in order to say what needs to be said at the appropriate time. Remember that part of being balanced means being just as active as you are passive."&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I may not be a true libra, as I have tinges of Scorpion in me, balance is definitely important to me.  Recently, the world seems to be against me. In war with myself and/or others. I'm trying to get the balance back. I seek no further turbulences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely need all the love and attention and understanding for me to recover the inner balance. My logics and control is blinded. I can be harsh, and just feel like hurting anyone that crosses my path. Yes, I am aggressive. Maybe my mistake is saying what needs to be said at a not-too-appropriate time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone keeps mum, probably everything will be ok now but deep down I know a disaster will surface on my supposedly happiest day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably like what my friends jokingly said, "You PMS ah?? Pre-Marriage Syndrome" &lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who really care for me, Stand by me, tolerate me. I do not need any explanations of what is happening to cool me down. I just need to vent it out/cool it off. If you want solutions right away, then the best thing to do is to leave me alone. I need to recover badly as I cannot think straight.  Give me the understanding I need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-1052282983494246021?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1052282983494246021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=1052282983494246021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/1052282983494246021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/1052282983494246021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-horoscope-dated-4-dec-us-based-reads.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-7662991612446933606</id><published>2007-11-26T20:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T21:24:21.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Baby-G</title><content type='html'>Last saturday was overall a good day. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have got 70% of the invites. But it is kinda of a irony that we got the cards but not the names to be on the cards. The seniors do not think that they need to generate a namelist for us. Yes, you can write the names yourselves. But we still need to know who you invite and how many of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thinking is that I need to know who is sitting where eventually as well. Our brothers and sisters have to go something to refer right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God please help me through this most problematic task......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....I sound like a complaining queen here and yet I say last saturday was overall a good day. Haha....Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, like I said, I got 70% of the invites even though we were beyond the operating hours of the printer shop. Lucky us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I've got a new watch. My first Baby G-shock! All thanks to Mr. Lover. He has got me an early Christmas gift. :) Ha ha, and it is this new watch that caused us to be late at the printer shop. Why? 'Cos the sales personnel tuned the time one hour earlier to actual time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/img10394828777.gif" border="0" alt="My First Baby G-shock"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Third, we got a wall clock that we wanted to purchase at a good price. Thumbs Up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-7662991612446933606?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7662991612446933606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=7662991612446933606' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/7662991612446933606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/7662991612446933606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-first-baby-g.html' title='My first Baby-G'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-7507148273399900335</id><published>2007-11-21T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T17:17:02.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment of Impulse</title><content type='html'>Was feeling a little stressed recently. Maybe it was work, the wedding stuff, or just probably i was sick and tired. And whenever I feel a little overwhelmed, I would do something to my hair. Cut, Dye, Perm or Treatment. Just something... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I schedule myself for my usual remedy to destress =&gt; to the hair stylist. This round i decide to take away some of my troubles, i.e. hair as the chinese saying goes 三千烦脑丝。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a moment of impulse. Yes, I feel much happier and lighter. But as days goes by, I kinda of regret. Now I have much shorter hair than some days ago. I was wondering if this is going to affect my hair style on my wedding day. The more I look at myself in the mirror, the more I regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hope my hair will grow long in time for the big day. Any fast way? Wash hair everyday? or Pull my hair every morning? Haha....well i guess it is the nature's call. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-7507148273399900335?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7507148273399900335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=7507148273399900335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/7507148273399900335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/7507148273399900335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2007/11/moment-of-impulse.html' title='A moment of Impulse'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-2018206505761286965</id><published>2007-11-09T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T06:59:13.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day after Deepavali</title><content type='html'>Today is a lethargic day. Day after public holiday has always been so for me. Especially if you know that it will be a super long weekend if you grab the pen and fill up the leave form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...this time round, I am obedient. I did not have the impulse. Nope, maybe I have the impulse but I did not subcumb. Probably the angel won this time. Or probably my work partner took a long weekend for her wedding dinner in Malaysia. Or probably I keep reminding myself to save my not-so-many leave for my wedding preparations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...update for my wedding preparations....none...haha....trying to start a guest list though. Then I realise what all my friends advised were true...Prepare early. My mind is now in a blank, and I do not know how to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what make things worse, my day is really a good auspicious day man. Even Jay Chou wants to snatch my guests from me. Sigh...Hope there are not many friends who have OCBC card and are lucky enough to snatch the tickets. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-2018206505761286965?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2018206505761286965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=2018206505761286965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/2018206505761286965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/2018206505761286965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-after-deepavali.html' title='Day after Deepavali'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-2768569710306779905</id><published>2007-10-24T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T03:44:34.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A quarter of the century has passed.....Now 26!</title><content type='html'>Time flies....I am a year older. 26 years old now. If i live to 100 years like what PM Lee forecasted, a quarter of my century has passed. :P I doubt so though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special. Really nothing fantastic either being 26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No special celebration. A little hiccup. But at least a nice meal and a cake. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday wish.....a bit materialistic.....but I'm hoping for a little cash. Probably cos I am really quite poor now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to a year end bonus, at least AWS. Have not gotten one ever since I started working. I hope this time round I will get what I deserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-2768569710306779905?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2768569710306779905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=2768569710306779905' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/2768569710306779905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/2768569710306779905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2007/10/quarter-of-century-has-passednow-26.html' title='A quarter of the century has passed.....Now 26!'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-3130492018147797736</id><published>2007-10-18T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T20:10:27.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Months to go... ...</title><content type='html'>Exactly 3 months to go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complacent I have been. Ever since the paperwork was done, I have allowed myself to take a break from ALL the preparations, be it super trivial and just take a phone call or an email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a hammer on my head. Now all the unpredictable things to be done and known things to be done surfaced altogether. OMG, how i wish i have many of "me" to handle all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends are no longer luxury. I have to remind myself. From the small room furnishing that I need to focus, my liaising should also begin. And of course, the photos...the songs...the list....my sisters and his brothers.....where should I start? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also not time that I am running out, I am also poorer.....a lot more poorer. I wondered why. Marriage indeed is an expensive stage of life...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A close friend of mine has asked me to dedicate certain jobs out to lighten my load with my forever increasing work-load. I have thought about it but seriously I do not know how my friends can help. To me, it does not seem quite efficient. They have to communicate with me, then maybe the vendors/helpers then back to me then again ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough of any "reasons" to delay this assignment any further. I'm sure I can do it.....and I will do it....and I have to do it.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-3130492018147797736?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3130492018147797736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=3130492018147797736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/3130492018147797736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/3130492018147797736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2007/10/3-months-to-go.html' title='3 Months to go... ...'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-8275000088033694101</id><published>2007-08-20T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T18:08:06.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quality Time</title><content type='html'>Mr. Lover has a unique notation of spending time together. I will not agree totally though. Spending time together in a four-wall room with us both doing our things, e.g him surfing net and me flipping the magazines, does not really fit my idea of spending time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...maybe female audience will understand better. Put it this way, you spend time together with your colleague 8 hours or more a day for 5 days in a row in the office as well. But how much you know him/her? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the &lt;a href ="www.dictionar.com"&gt;dictionary&lt;/a&gt;, quality time is the time during which one focuses on or dedicates oneself to a person or activity. Mr Lover has some-what understood the meaning of quality time last friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the Singapore Fireworks Festival 20007 (Spanish Team) tickets my best friend has sold us for a friendly price. It was a well spent time together. :)&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lover actually suggested not bringing any cameras along and just enjoy the beauty of the Spanish Fireworks. Amazing, isn't it?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fireworks is like a magicall spell casted upon me to remember only the good loving times. Certainly refreshing and instally cheers me up. Especially with Mr. Lover beside me. Heard that the fireworks the next day by the china team was much better. Hehe, but i din actually envy those who went. Probably because I have my share of quality time. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-8275000088033694101?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8275000088033694101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=8275000088033694101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/8275000088033694101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/8275000088033694101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2007/08/quality-time.html' title='Quality Time'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-2743582486195299756</id><published>2007-07-16T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T17:39:10.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Poet</title><content type='html'>I wrote this poem when I was in university. A classmate has sent me a link to a poem contest that aims to encourage peoplet to smile more. And I happen to be a little bored and got sparks of creativity. So many years has passed, the website that still holds my little poem wants some votes. Haha...so if you think my poem still can make it, please &lt;a href="http://www.poetry.com/voteforme/poemvote1.asp?PID=7712033"&gt;vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lovely&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely smile,&lt;br /&gt;likely yours.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely smile,&lt;br /&gt;brightly glows.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely smile,&lt;br /&gt;gradually warms.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely smile,&lt;br /&gt;quietly spreads.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely smile, lovely smile,&lt;br /&gt;make yours glows, warms mine and spreads all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007 Shirui Qiu&lt;/center&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-2743582486195299756?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2743582486195299756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=2743582486195299756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/2743582486195299756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/2743582486195299756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2007/07/being-poet.html' title='Being a Poet'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-7717253251044324069</id><published>2007-06-10T08:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T17:45:00.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*~*~*~*~*~Double Sixes~*~*~*~*~*~</title><content type='html'>Double Sixes has always been a meaningful day for Chinese. 六六大顺. Now Double Sixes meant even more to me. It has marked a new chapter of my life. The letter "R" celebrates this special occassion as I transformed from Ms to Mrs. Though I still prefer being named as Ms Qiu. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I do" still rings in my head. Even though there wasn't any tears of joy across the bride's face, the bride is still a happy one and a pretty one I hope. :) There is so much to say yet no appropriate words to decribe. In all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Two Special People, One Special Marriage, A World of &lt;a href="http://majere2sg.clubsnap.org/digital.html"&gt; Special Moments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;And Many Special Thanks to Special Guests and Wonderful Friends who helped.&lt;br&gt;May the bride and the bridegroom live happily and lovingly ever after.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/menbk/D2H_3884a.jpg" border="0" alt="The moment from Ms to Mrs"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/menbk/D2H_3899a.jpg" border="0" alt="The Ring"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/menbk/D2H_3910aa.jpg" border="0" alt="The Kiss"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/menbk/D2H_3913a.jpg" border="0" alt="The Solemnizer and The Couple"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-7717253251044324069?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7717253251044324069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=7717253251044324069' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/7717253251044324069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/7717253251044324069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2007/06/double-sixes.html' title='~*~*~*~*~*~Double Sixes~*~*~*~*~*~'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/menbk/th_D2H_3884a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-1341007537135571826</id><published>2007-06-02T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T06:06:13.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories: Guilt, Regret and Love</title><content type='html'>Someone close to me passed away last week. My mother has called and informed me while I was at work. Shocking it was even though we all knew it was about time. I was not crying, just a little overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to celebrate his birthday the next day. And I knew it maybe the last so I made extra effort to get Mr. Lover to be present too. But somehow, I actually arranged a meetup with a florist to get some errand done too on this day. Guilt creeped in at the thought of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had realised this mistake and was about to bring forward the appointment. But then...nature declined me of this chance. I was feeling real bad, wondering is it cos of this appointment that made he departed earlier. I certainly hoped not. I regret not to have spend some more time with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes it worse is that I cannot be there to walk him through his last journey. I know he understands, and he loves me still. Just sad but not much tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this man I love and respect, I will cherish beautiful memories you have given me and be assured that I will take care of those you cannot put down. Bless me from the land of peace above in everything I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-1341007537135571826?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1341007537135571826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=1341007537135571826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/1341007537135571826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/1341007537135571826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2007/06/memories-guilt-regret-and-love.html' title='Memories: Guilt, Regret and Love'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-2474527057095428748</id><published>2007-05-21T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T22:10:44.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will I become a game addict?</title><content type='html'>Hurray! I no longer have to envy the commuters that have a PSP in hand and playing the in games/listening to your favourite songs/watching videos. I dun have to peek on what they are playing or watching. All thanks to Mr. Lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I have one too.  :@@: In an unexpected colour &lt;a href="http://games.yourpsp.com/Pink/"&gt; PINK &lt;/a&gt; :P Who says PSP is dominated by the males? However, I have yet to polish my skills. Seems like I am going to be a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Game_addiction"&gt; gaming addict &lt;/a&gt;soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see me behaving with the following symptons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)Obsessing and pre-occupied about being on the computer, even when not connected. &lt;br /&gt;(2)Hours playing video games or on the computer increasing, seriously disrupting family, social or even work life. &lt;br /&gt;(3)Lying about computer or video game use. &lt;br /&gt;(4)Experience feelings of withdrawal, anger, or depression when not on the computer or involved with their video game. &lt;br /&gt;(5)Sleep disturbances &lt;br /&gt;(6)Back, neck aches and/or headaache&lt;br /&gt;(7)Dry eyes &lt;br /&gt;(8)Failure to eat regularly or neglect personal hygiene,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do me a favour... SLAP me hard....But at this current moment, I am still sane. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-2474527057095428748?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2474527057095428748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=2474527057095428748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/2474527057095428748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/2474527057095428748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2007/05/will-i-become-game-addict.html' title='Will I become a game addict?'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-6178809255870494090</id><published>2007-05-17T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T17:55:16.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Sick?</title><content type='html'>Feeling Sick? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick has many definitions. Most commonly known as in a state of poor health; or tired of it; or sadistic. Today, I'm in the mood to talk more about definition 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are sick, do you get short in temper? Become very intolerant of even the most trivial things no matter you are the normally calm man/woman. Wants everything to be as you instructed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask for the stars and the moon. And when somebody you love do all out to take care of you, you even scream at them for kicking you when all he/she do is merely serving you a cup of water and a wet towel and has no free hands and so use the leg to knock the bed. Yes indeed, totally unreasonable. But I suppose when you are sick, you do not really care so much. You are just no logical and maybe insane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course not to forget, when you are sick, you long for your parents' TLC? No matter how old are you, i suppose that's instinct. Nothing can beat it. Afterall who has the longest and closest relationship with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you recover, do you repent or apologise for your unreasonable actions? If you care, I would recommend that you should. If you dun, you might be hurting the whoever that loves you so much and the next time you are sick, you will never be treated as the king/queen. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-6178809255870494090?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6178809255870494090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=6178809255870494090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/6178809255870494090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/6178809255870494090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2007/05/feeling-sick.html' title='Feeling Sick?'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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-21378423.post-5106693036282336091</id><published>2007-05-07T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T22:15:52.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resignation Fever</title><content type='html'>I suppose many of us are have been in acquaintance with the word &lt;a href= "http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Resignation"&gt; resignation.&lt;/a&gt;  Some for a better career. Some cos the boss and working environment. And many other reasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, it seems like resignation is the way to a brighter future out there. But it brings alongs a kind of ripple effect too. " Resignation Fever", a term which i do not know if it scientifically termed, :P , is brought about to the surrounding people when oneself resign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts to get you thinking if this office/job is suitable for you and maybe you start embarking on a better career, i.e. join in the resignation. The more charismatic the person who resigned, the higher this resignation fever goes. And if more starts to resigns within the surrounding, the more dangerous is the resignation fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why such a feeling? I have a colleague who will be leaving for a better career. No doubt it. And his confirmed departure has caused many of us to have the idea of possible search for a greener pasture too. So for employers out there, take care of your employees. Understand what they need before the fever starts to kick in and a possible distratous plague may just land your company in a very difficult moment.&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the colleague whom I like and work well with in my short period of exployment, &lt;center&gt;Thank you for all the guidance you have shown.&lt;br&gt; All the best in the new land.&lt;br&gt;Last but not least, do keep in touch.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-5106693036282336091?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5106693036282336091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=5106693036282336091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/5106693036282336091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/5106693036282336091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2007/05/resignation-fever.html' title='Resignation Fever'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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-21378423.post-212691582547918073</id><published>2007-04-30T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T00:23:30.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;hr&gt;&lt;center&gt;The real act of marriage takes place in the heart, not in the ballroom or church or synagogue. It's a choice you make - not just on your wedding day, but over and over again - and that choice is reflected in the way you treat your husband or wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;Barbara de Angelis&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-212691582547918073?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/212691582547918073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=212691582547918073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/212691582547918073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/212691582547918073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2007/04/real-act-of-marriage-takes-place-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-4790567594862119328</id><published>2007-03-12T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T02:57:27.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DreamGirls</title><content type='html'>I have watched DreamGirls over the weekend. Pretty good movie. I like the music these powerful girls presented.  Hmmm... But after the show, I have this weird thinking that circles around my head for quite some time. So here I am to "download" this weird thought out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qn 1: What is a typical dream girl that man wants?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: After much thoughts, I gathered she should have the following qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) According to a survey, more man prefer &lt;b&gt;long rebonded hair&lt;/b&gt; than permed hair.&lt;br /&gt;(2) Gentle, &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt; understanding.&lt;br /&gt;(3) Best to have a pretty face and hot body&lt;br /&gt;(4) Know when to turn blind/deaf/mute&lt;br /&gt;(5) Best if you are a yes-girl&lt;br /&gt;(6) Best if you can cook cruisines&lt;br /&gt;(7) Smart but not smart alex.....and many more I suppose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qn 2: Am I the dream girl of my man?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: For me to guess and for him to tell me... ...Haha...But I dun suppose I fit point no. 2. Most who know me know I am not quite considered a gently lady. In my own view, I could only pray hard that I am understanding enough and I have more good points to cover my bad points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote from my current boss: He should accept for who you are. If not, when you are married, then when he/she realise the good is not as guaranteed, disaster is on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qn 3: Then what would I considered as a dream man?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... ...time to knock off...Let me think through the night and tell you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I invite anyone, everyone to join the topic of your ideal lover/spouse?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-4790567594862119328?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4790567594862119328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=4790567594862119328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/4790567594862119328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/4790567594862119328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2007/03/dreamgirls.html' title='DreamGirls'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-9061311658070384108</id><published>2007-03-05T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T16:52:14.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Earthquake</title><content type='html'>One thing I like about Singapore is its geographical location. From young, we learn from geography teachers how well Singapore is located. Subtlely, it drills the illusion of no earthquakes, no volcanoes right into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I grow older, you read from the news that yes, we are well protected by our neighbouring countries. So we escape the possible tragedies that may happen to us during the tsunami or earthquakes. Though sometimes we can feel the tremour (selected areas) and so on, but we are safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, it did not incur to me that I may experience earthquake or tremours in Singapore. And one day if I do experience earthquake, it would probably because I am out of town. &lt;b&gt;BUT&lt;/b&gt; I experience my &lt;b&gt;first&lt;/b&gt; earthquake right here in &lt;b&gt;SINGAPORE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting down in my small office cubicle and analysing some data. The suddenly, my data shifted! I feel giddy then. I looked at the time at the bottom right corner of my computer screen - 11:51a.m. For a moment, I thought it is the cause of the hunger pang . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a while to realise it might be more than hunger spell, then many heads pop up from my neighbouring cubicles, " Did you feel it? Earthquake?"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EARTHQUAKE?? What should I do? ", I was thinking in my heart. No one is running panickly around me. Anyway, it was lunch time, so let's take a short break from this &lt;i&gt;shaking&lt;/i&gt;building... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-9061311658070384108?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/9061311658070384108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=9061311658070384108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/9061311658070384108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/9061311658070384108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-first-earthquake.html' title='My First Earthquake'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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-21378423.post-116942678008696956</id><published>2007-01-21T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T16:46:20.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Character Determines Future</title><content type='html'>This phrase is often said by my boss. I used to wonder how true it is. I thought having the necessary qualifications and networking is the way in today's working life. But I begin to undersand why character determines your future, Yes, you may have the qualifications, capital and even networking. But that only make your way to success easier. Whether you can succeed will then depends very much on your future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instance 1:&lt;br /&gt;Some people are just not capable to lead and yet want to hold on to the mere authority to bully the weak. But no one respects him. Having you slog for him and give your false hopes that you will be paid for your effort. What a jerk... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instance 2:&lt;br /&gt;Some people just disappear almost instanteously when trouble occurs. And no matter how hard you try to contact them, you will never find them. Just how irresponsible these people are. They harm not just themselves but also the innocent who have to face the music upon their appearance. Oh man, Life is really unfair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-116942678008696956?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/116942678008696956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=116942678008696956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/116942678008696956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/116942678008696956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2007/01/character-determines-future.html' title='Character Determines Future'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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-21378423.post-116856237670184740</id><published>2007-01-11T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T16:39:36.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day, n. A period of twenty-four hours, mostly misspent.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ambrose Bierce&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very true indeed. So ... for the first entry of my blog of year 2007, it got to be the &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;tandard &lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;perating &lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;rocedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the year 2007, my resolution will be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be a better man, who knows how to spend her time wisely and more efficiently.&lt;br /&gt;In short, less work, more time to do more meaningful activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, Is watching tv a meaningful thing? In my opinion, it is. Relaxation + Informative. Haha.... Happy New Year to everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-116856237670184740?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/116856237670184740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=116856237670184740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/116856237670184740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/116856237670184740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2007/01/day-n.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-116493448658710634</id><published>2006-11-30T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T06:35:56.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Email Killer Part 2</title><content type='html'>Email communication isn't exactly easy. It is difficult to bring out something that is of concern to you and yet insignificant to the other party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I was asked to support a customer on behalf of an overseas correspondent. Well, it is a job assigned to me. You cannot really say no, so here I go, doing my best to follow the instructions given and feedback the necessary information for the things to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as a new personnel who has just participated in the project, I would say that it is really difficult to monitor the progress efficiently or even help to troubleshoot if i do not know the setup procedures, changes made, expected results and most important of all the methodology to test and debug the new changes. Therefore, I try to email my concern and hope that I can receive assistance from my fellow correspondent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i saw a subtle retaliation in the reply. &lt;br /&gt;He ended with a quote: “ Young people can do the great job, irrespective to YEARs of service because they’re boundless and has no any rigid frame. ” &lt;br /&gt;Only the wise will comprehend. :p So the smart reader out there, can you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am someone with some substance too. &lt;br /&gt;I too ended my reply with a quote: “Countries that do not control knowledge and information tend to do better because the average guy who is exposed to a lot of information can get ideas and profit from them. – Seth Lloyd”&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do you predict another retaliation? :P Ok, let me cut the suspense and reveal the ending to you... ... It is a gorgeous feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Joy.&lt;br /&gt;It is interesting to work with you.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of myself and the &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquotes.com"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to my victory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-116493448658710634?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/116493448658710634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=116493448658710634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/116493448658710634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/116493448658710634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/11/email-killer-part-2.html' title='Email Killer Part 2'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-116486925630938863</id><published>2006-11-29T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T16:34:50.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Email Killer Part 1</title><content type='html'>Even though emails is such a neccesity in today's business world, but it can certainly be a chore + a waste of time + some contributions to your stress level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B from an overseas correspondant was emailing some of my colleagues and me in a mass email and here is what he wrote&lt;br /&gt;"I have called A for 5 times and C for 2 times via skype but vanish." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Skype is similar to msn messenger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then C replied B to explain where has he vanished to.&lt;br /&gt;"Please understand that we are sometimes not at our desk or out-of-office as we have to do other work or attend to other clients. I am sure you will be able to understand as sometimes we have difficulty in contacting you too and we understand that you are engaged in other work too. If the concerned matter is urgent, I will advise you to call our office or our hp to avoid frustration."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you would have guessed, this lead to another email. In this email, B explained his intention.&lt;br /&gt;"We’re all multi-tasking people. I hope you don’t have any hard feeling while I mentioned cannot locate you in skype.   It’s  a common and normal, we’re neither front desk nor a  teller.  We’re all-around, super- engineer, therefore, working around.  A short conference call is better in writing, email is time-killer to everyone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To join the fun, I replied this to express my stand. :P&lt;br /&gt;"Since you understand we are neither front desk nor a teller and have other duties on hand, I would think it is irrelevant to point out how many times you have called via Skype and cannot reach us. To avoid any hard feeling, please contact us at the office if it is urgent or arrange for a conference call."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naughty Joy....tsktsktsk....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-116486925630938863?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/116486925630938863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=116486925630938863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/116486925630938863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/116486925630938863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/11/email-killer-part-1.html' title='Email Killer Part 1'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-116125161031616421</id><published>2006-10-19T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T02:53:30.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma</title><content type='html'>I read something on Karma on the website. Forgot the link, but briefly remember the content to be as follow....&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world nothing happens to a person that he does not for some reason or other deserve. Usually, men of ordinary intellect cannot comprehend the actual reason or reasons. The definite invisible cause or causes of the visible effect is not necessarily confined to the present life, they may be traced to a proximate or remote past birth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Buddhism, this inequality is due not only to heredity, environment, "nature and nurture", but also to Karma. In other words, it is the result of our own past actions and our own present doings. We ourselves are responsible for our own happiness and misery. We create our own Heaven. We create our own Hell. We are the architects of our own fate.&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, my long battle persists. I thought I will be out of it soon. Why will I meet such a person in this world? Not only denying my reward for my effort. He is trying to gain something out of my already pitiful plight. Maybe I did not do enough good deeds in the past. So according to karma theory, this is the consequence. But well, my karma isn't really bad after all. I have good friends, nice family and understanding lover supporting me through the hard times. As for this irritating person, I wish him luck. May he not suffer from his karma soon, since he has accumulated so many bad kharma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. why am I talking about karma here? As a libra, I need equality. Those irritating incidents has really taken a great impact on me. Karma theory will put me to ease temporarily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-116125161031616421?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/116125161031616421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=116125161031616421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/116125161031616421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/116125161031616421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/10/karma.html' title='Karma'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-116088170390652124</id><published>2006-10-14T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T05:15:13.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;MARQUEE bgcolor="#000000" loop="true" scrollamount="3" width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/menbk/Convo/Convo_09a.jpg" border="0" alt="Lover Convo 1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/menbk/Convo/Convo_08a.jpg" border="0" alt="Lover Convo 2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/menbk/Convo/Convo_07a.jpg" border="0" alt="Lover Convo 3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/menbk/Convo/Joy03a.jpg" border="0" alt="Me Convo 1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/menbk/Convo/Joy05a.jpg" border="0" alt="Me Convo 2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/menbk/Convo/Joy07a.jpg" border="0" alt="Me convo 3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/menbk/Convo/Convo_11b.jpg" border="0" alt="We Graduated!!!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/menbk/Convo/Convo_10a.jpg" border="0" alt="We Graduated!!! II"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/MARQUEE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the photos as promised.&lt;br /&gt;And if you are a real reader and not a "scanner" , you will notice the word "SAMPLE" stamped over me and Mr Lover. =p&lt;br /&gt;Reason: They are proof copies** from the photo studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** You can only choose one out of the lot (unless you are willing to pay more for another glamour shot)...so with this in mind, I suppose you will not mind keeping the photos with your body stamped "SAMPLE". ;0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-116088170390652124?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/116088170390652124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=116088170390652124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/116088170390652124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/116088170390652124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/10/here-are-photos-as-promised.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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-21378423.post-115992348991468729</id><published>2006-10-03T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T17:46:45.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moment of Glory Part II</title><content type='html'>Congratulations, Mr Lover. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has officially graduated from the 4th university of Singapore, UniSIM.&lt;br /&gt;I hoped he has enjoyed his moment of glory up on the stage. For most graduates, they will choose to freeze this moment of glory, i.e. pay the professional to snap that second when you receive the empty "folder". But usually, it will not turn out as well as expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ... Do not fear. There is always other chances to freeze that moment of your glory. Pay the professional at any photo studio again to take a victorious picture of yourself; together with your family members or friends, in that heavy and difficult to wear and breathe gown. I did so. Mr Lover did so too. :P seems like it is quite an expense to graduate too. Ha ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm ...I am not someone who likes to take pictures. So, it is certainly a challenge to strike the pose as instructed by the photographer and not forgetting to smile as if you are going to take part in a smiling contest too. I still recalled the photographer came with two slabs for me to stand. Reason = Mr Lover is too tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will the pictures turn out? I believe it will turn out better than the one on the stage.  =p At least there are a few more shots than just 1 try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for the pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-115992348991468729?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115992348991468729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=115992348991468729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115992348991468729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115992348991468729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/10/moment-of-glory-part-ii.html' title='The Moment of Glory Part II'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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-21378423.post-115910293189612320</id><published>2006-09-24T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T06:02:11.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moment of Glory</title><content type='html'>Do you still recall the amount of hard work you put in when you were studying in uni or other institutions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered I always hypnotise myself. Just pass the subjects, dun tabao (i.e. to retake the modules). You just have another how many semesters to go. Finally I manged to pull myself through and viola...convocation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment of glory up on the stage. &lt;br /&gt;Bow, Shake Hands, Take the "Scroll" which is empty, Turn and Another Bow&lt;br /&gt;That is it. Your moment of glory has ended. And now you are ready to enter the work-life. That is if you managed to get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some, it is just not necessary to go through the hassle for that moment of glory. After all, it is the certification and the learning experience that matters. For others, it provide a momentary justification of your years of hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Mr Lover will have his moment of glory. All the best and remember to smile. :p I will try to capture that split second and map it nto eternal memory.&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought what hair style will suit you best?&lt;br /&gt;I always have this problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href= "http://www.salonweb.com/facial.htm"&gt;Hope this helps. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-115910293189612320?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115910293189612320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=115910293189612320' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115910293189612320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115910293189612320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/09/moment-of-glory.html' title='The Moment of Glory'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-115862731918843295</id><published>2006-09-18T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T17:55:19.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bridge Over Trouble Water&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you’re weary, feeling small,&lt;br /&gt;When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all;&lt;br /&gt;I’m on your side. When times get rough&lt;br /&gt;And friends just can’t be found,&lt;br /&gt;Like a bridge over troubled water&lt;br /&gt;I will lay me down.&lt;br /&gt;Like a bridge over troubled water&lt;br /&gt;I will lay me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’re down and out,&lt;br /&gt;When you’re on the street,&lt;br /&gt;When evening falls so hard&lt;br /&gt;I will comfort you.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take your part.&lt;br /&gt;When darkness comes&lt;br /&gt;And pain is all around,&lt;br /&gt;Like a bridge over troubled water &lt;br /&gt;I will lay me down.&lt;br /&gt;Like a bridge over troubled water&lt;br /&gt;I will lay me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sail on silvergirl,&lt;br /&gt;Sail on by.&lt;br /&gt;Your time has come to shine.&lt;br /&gt;All your dreams are on their way.&lt;br /&gt;See how they shine&lt;br /&gt;If you need a friend&lt;br /&gt;I’m sailing right behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a bridge over troubled water&lt;br /&gt;I will ease your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Like a bridge over troubled water&lt;br /&gt;I will ease your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 1969 Paul Simon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this song over the radio yesterday. After hearing, I feel a little guilty. &lt;br /&gt;To those whom I did not perform the role as a bridge over troubled waters, sincere apologies. To those whom are my bridges, Thank you. . . :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-115862731918843295?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115862731918843295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=115862731918843295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115862731918843295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115862731918843295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/09/bridge-over-trouble-water-when-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-115820627215990112</id><published>2006-09-13T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T20:57:52.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;If you realized how powerful your thoughts are,&lt;br /&gt;you would never think a negative thought.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Peace Pilgrim&lt;/center&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you experience moments of low, do you remain stagnant in that tide?&lt;br /&gt;Move on... the high tide will come in your favour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is as such, full of ups and downs. It is the nature's way.&lt;br /&gt;Move on...the high tide will come in your favour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-115820627215990112?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115820627215990112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=115820627215990112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115820627215990112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115820627215990112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/09/positive-thinking.html' title='Positive Thinking'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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-21378423.post-115760636856781092</id><published>2006-09-06T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T22:19:28.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;The world needs anger.&lt;br /&gt;The world often continues to allow evil because it isn't angry enough. &lt;br /&gt;Bede Jarrett &lt;/center&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a libra, I choose to believe justice. Maybe the time is not right yet. Well, what goes around comes around... I hope you will have your share soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrying personal grudges to work and denying one of what she rightfully deserve for her hard work or least her attendance, is something you will never find in a leader. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am angry.  The evil is still in action. Yes, I will pray. May the righteous win the battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;center&gt;Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. &lt;br /&gt;William Congreve&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-115760636856781092?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115760636856781092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=115760636856781092' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115760636856781092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115760636856781092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/09/anger.html' title='Anger'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-115698506733209015</id><published>2006-08-30T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T17:44:27.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brand New Start</title><content type='html'>Hi all...I know I have been MIA. Apologies. The brand new start has caused my old body to react somehow differently. I sleep rather early now, not more than 11pm and wake up at 645am. Sometimes I am so tired that I will give blogging a miss. Especially when I do not have internet connection in the company until yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me do a short feeling about my current status. The colleagues here are quite friendly and they try to have lunch together most of the time. It is a consolation for me since I was pretty worried I would lose all my lunch partners over-night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am once again a student in her industrial attachment. Learning new things, new concepts. Sometimes a little breathless, but overall enriching. Hmmm....I also realise I am not as good as I thought. There are a lot more things I can learn and practise. So more learning to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOY :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-115698506733209015?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115698506733209015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=115698506733209015' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115698506733209015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115698506733209015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/08/brand-new-start.html' title='A Brand New Start'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-115526441234715182</id><published>2006-08-10T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T06:20:12.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks</title><content type='html'>Fireworks. Seconds of beauty and colours that captivate many eyes and hearts. That very instant, emotions flood to your heart and hope brightens your mind. It is amazing what fireworks therapy do to all walks of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all things will come to an end. And beautiful things end even faster. As the fireworks blooms to its final death with a big bang, many clapped and cheered. But minutes later, I felt a sudden surge of emptiness and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are like fireworks. From hot passions to milder affections and eventually to silent love. It is in man that they will tend to not appreciate others' effort as times ticks its way away. &lt;b&gt;Caution&lt;/b&gt;: This coldness is deafening, and should be avoided. It is not difficult to offer a simple hug or "Thank you". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://pics-by-joy.fotopic.net/c1055098.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click for some firework therapy proudly sponsored by Mr Lover.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More fireworks therapy to come..Please stay tuned&lt;hr&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Life's like a play: it's not the length, but the excellence of the acting that matters. &lt;br /&gt;Lucius Annaeus Seneca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-115526441234715182?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115526441234715182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=115526441234715182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115526441234715182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115526441234715182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/08/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-115493684222055927</id><published>2006-08-07T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T00:00:50.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unhappiness within the Happy Moment</title><content type='html'>What a contradicting title, isn't it? Well, life itself is sometimes an irony. I have made the decision that many will be happy for me. Applause, popping of the champagne, giving you the pat on the back... The picture is such a fairytale. But I am not exactly happy. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 1: Paranoid as I am, I've been thinking if I made the right decision already.&lt;br /&gt;Reason 2: For what I have done, do I get the minimum back? Constantly praying for   the money that I fear will not come. Maybe I am a little money-minded over here. Maybe it is the scale in me. I just want what's mine.&lt;br /&gt;Reason 3: It seems like the evil has triumph in my story. My friends have tried to  put away this negative thought. But even the slight possibility crushes my happpiness.&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is really such a thing as mind power,&lt;br /&gt;Joy...Stay positive...It will be a peaceful ending...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-115493684222055927?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115493684222055927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=115493684222055927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115493684222055927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115493684222055927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/08/unhappiness-within-happy-moment.html' title='Unhappiness within the Happy Moment'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-115482997870092754</id><published>2006-08-05T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T00:39:31.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of my first WCCF term</title><content type='html'>I have just completed my 90 matches term as a manager of my first soccer team. I suppose I did ok-ly for a beginner and a female. My grading has increased from a E- to a B-. My last 10 matches were rather cool. I won a cup and remain first in the league. Rather pleased with my results but like Zidane's last match, I ended my manager career with some regret. I lost my last game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I see a little coincidence in my own career as well. All went well at first, in fact pretty good before I made the decision. Feel a little anguish that it has ended with some blemish too. Now, I just hope that I can get back what I was promised and deserved. At least, the story has a happy ending...&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why do some people fail to acknowledge your mails?&lt;br /&gt;My Ans:  They are illiterate, so they read only what they want to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-115482997870092754?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115482997870092754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=115482997870092754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115482997870092754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115482997870092754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/08/end-of-my-first-wccf-term.html' title='End of my first WCCF term'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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-21378423.post-115451038142436242</id><published>2006-08-02T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T02:33:56.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Retreat</title><content type='html'>It was a day full of guesses and imagination of the outcome of my decision. Finally, the curtain has drawn and the play has ended. The characters have made their silent exit. It maybe an abrupt ending for me, but I should have expected it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No drama. Nice flow without any hiccups or dragy scenes. Some words of appreciation and probably the last instructions. Short and sweet. Probably because there isn't any positive feelings between the characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In contrast, it was a different form of acting in the last play though the eventual outcome is identical. There were more details, more drama and certainly catch the emotions of the audience more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audiences have left their seats for home. Characters are preparing for their next plays. The facet of life. Real but maybe a little uncomfortable. May time wash away this chapter a little faster...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-115451038142436242?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115451038142436242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=115451038142436242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115451038142436242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115451038142436242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/08/silent-retreat.html' title='Silent Retreat'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-115440234931739646</id><published>2006-07-31T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T20:19:09.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons Learnt</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Lesson 1&lt;br /&gt;Never take anything for granted. &lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Disraeli&lt;hr&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lesson 2&lt;br /&gt;I say that justice is truth in action. &lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Disraeli&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 3&lt;br /&gt;We gain strength, and courage, and confidence by each experience&lt;br /&gt;in which we really stop to look fear in the face... &lt;br /&gt;We must do that which we think we cannot. &lt;br /&gt;Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 4&lt;br /&gt;In the long run, we shape our lives, and we shape ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;The process never ends until we die. And the choices we make&lt;br /&gt;are ultimately our own responsibility. &lt;br /&gt;Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 5&lt;br /&gt;True friends stab you in the front. &lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-115440234931739646?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115440234931739646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=115440234931739646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115440234931739646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115440234931739646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/lessons-learnt.html' title='Lessons Learnt'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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-21378423.post-115440058540574204</id><published>2006-07-31T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T20:05:54.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D Day</title><content type='html'>I cried last night. Much have been thought before I decided to make this move. It was certainly not easy and painful. &lt;b&gt;Emotions has always the deadlock of Libra.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just sad that frankness and concern about what has been said is thought as a means of negotiation. Maybe I trust too much in man's words. Or maybe i did subconciously, as a friend suggest. I do not know and will not comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe what I have done is unnecessary. Should have been as determined as Taurus and just do it. Well, I should learn to put less emotion in work int he future. My lover has commented I have rather low EQ, and to survive in today's world, you need to have high EQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super heavy heart still as I end here. All I hope is a better future in the months ahead. I have decided and so may this is a good decision. I pray it is. &lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Taking a new step, uttering a new word, is what people fear most. &lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Disraeli&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-115440058540574204?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115440058540574204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=115440058540574204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115440058540574204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115440058540574204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/d-day.html' title='D Day'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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-21378423.post-115398987064720702</id><published>2006-07-27T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T01:44:30.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Days to NDP 2006</title><content type='html'>I have always like National Day. I like the atmosphere. Red beings crowded in the stadium cheering and waving flags. Not forgetting the beautiful fireworks not only on 9 Aug, but also every weekends during the firework carnival in celebration of the nation's birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it maybe partly because it's a public holiday, which many longed for after May. But I think the main reason is it makes me, or most Singaporeans patriotic again. Ha ha, on that day, all are suddenly in love and happy to be Singaporeans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is turning 41 years old this year. This is also the last year that NDP will be held in the National Stadium. I suppose many will miss it, especially those who have wonderful memories enjoying NDP in it. Sigh, I still remember those were the times...I queued up with my friends overnight for the NDP tickets before the e-balloting started. All Dressed in red and screaming for no reasons. The flag, the pledge and the national athem. What a celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;MARQUEE bgcolor="#FFCC99" loop="-1" scrollamount="2" width="100%"&gt;Happy Birthday Singapore!&lt;/MARQUEE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-115398987064720702?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115398987064720702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=115398987064720702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115398987064720702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115398987064720702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/12-days-to-ndp-2006.html' title='12 Days to NDP 2006'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-115373226571292635</id><published>2006-07-23T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T20:46:40.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soulmate vs Lover</title><content type='html'>Had a coversation with a friend recently. We were discussing the difference between a soul mate and a lover. According to www.dictionary.com, a soul mate is someone for whom you have a deep affinity with; a lover is one who loves another, especially one who feels sexual love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well personally, I feel soul mate is probably someone you can really talk to. He just knows what you are thinking, on the same wavelength. Sometimes there is no need for words and yet can also understand each other. And lover is probably someone whom you have affections for and is a significant part of your life. Soul mate and lover can be the same person, but most of the times they are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...so will a soul mate be a better lover? I guess only those who have soul-mate = lover will know. But I guess one needs much courage and confidence to move from the status of soulmate to a lover. After-all, the relationship of being soul-mates seems much more lasting than lovers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-115373226571292635?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115373226571292635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=115373226571292635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115373226571292635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115373226571292635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/soulmate-vs-lover.html' title='Soulmate vs Lover'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-115329995599970655</id><published>2006-07-19T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T02:40:18.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every tomorrow has two handles. &lt;br /&gt;We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety &lt;br /&gt;or the handle of faith. &lt;br /&gt;Henry Ward Beecher&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say I am fortunate. In the midst of the unpredictables, I have friends who stood by me. They may not be really close, but they are sincere friends who offer me the listening ears, the reliance I need, and the smiles and assurance that goes a long distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure, whatever that lies for me tomorrow, these friends will be there for me. Though I have yet to decide the road that I should walk, they give me the strength to carry on and the sanity I need in this cross-road of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;MARQUEE loop="-1" scrollamount="2" width="100%"&gt;&lt;font COLOR="#993300"&gt; Thank you my friends ... A Friend In Need Is A Friend Indeed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/MARQUEE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-115329995599970655?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115329995599970655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=115329995599970655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115329995599970655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115329995599970655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/every-tomorrow-has-two-handles.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-115312287658785179</id><published>2006-07-17T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T01:01:38.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forecast of the day - 17/7/06</title><content type='html'>Tarot reading &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your emotional situation isn't that great today, JOY. With the Hanged Man and the High Priestess there's precious little chance of you spreading your wings. You're feeling rather discouraged and apathetic about work and towards those close to you, or towards your partner if you have one. Don't let it get you down - the sun's bound to shine tomorrow!  At work, you may feel that your abilities are not being fully appreciated. Despite the obvious talents lavished upon you by the Empress, the Hanged Man is about to sow the seeds of doubt in the admiration of your colleagues or your friends. You'll do everything right and then you'll be criticized for doing a bad job! The image people have of you today will be enough to drive you crazy!&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily Horoscope &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Disturbing dreams or unsettling moods could come your way today, causing you to wonder if something is wrong, or if something bad is going to happen. Let it go, Joy; if anything goes wrong at all it's not likely to be anything major. A recent event could have triggered old impressions from the past that are causing these feelings. You could also be picking up the moods of others, as your intuition is very high today.&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I am highly unbalanced today. Indeed, I just feel disturbed, unsettled. A bit worrisome; Dunno what lies for me in the road to come. It is certainly getting me down. Well, Joy breathe...breathe....You will be all right ... breathe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-115312287658785179?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115312287658785179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=115312287658785179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115312287658785179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115312287658785179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/forecast-of-day-17706.html' title='Forecast of the day - 17/7/06'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-115310665779660607</id><published>2006-07-16T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T20:26:27.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;~~~***~~~ ~~~***~~~ ~~~***~~~ ~~~***~~~ ~~~***~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful of your thoughts, &lt;br /&gt;for your thoughts become your words.&lt;br /&gt;Be careful of your words, &lt;br /&gt;for your words become your deeds.&lt;br /&gt;Be careful of your habits, &lt;br /&gt;for your habits become your character.&lt;br /&gt;Be careful of your character, &lt;br /&gt;for your character becomes your destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~***~~~ ~~~***~~~ ~~~***~~~ ~~~***~~~ ~~~***~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food for thoughts; from The Straits Times,  8/7/06.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-115310665779660607?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115310665779660607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=115310665779660607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115310665779660607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115310665779660607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/be-careful-of-your-thoughts-for-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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-21378423.post-115267396893077706</id><published>2006-07-11T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T20:19:19.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. &lt;br /&gt;Anatole France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any change, even a change for the better, is always accompanied by drawbacks and discomforts. &lt;br /&gt;Arnold Bennett&lt;/center&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is the only constant thing in the world. It is an undeniable fact. But the decision to make changes is often nerve-wrecking and requires courage and some encourgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be pulled between the present comfort zone + known environment and the future which seems promising and yet unpredictable... In the crossroad, not knowing where you should turn to, I suppose many of us have faced this kinda of situation in our life. What will you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toss a coin? Pluck the petals of the flowers? Turn to the stars? Hug the Buddha's leg? Well, leave it to the hands of the mystery of life if you wish. But do not blame on the coin or the flower if you were to regret one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rationals will weigh the pros and cons of all sides and decide promptly their decision; The emotionals will be torn in making changes; The braves will just go with their gut feeling. Changes...dun you hate them??&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;MARQUEE loop="-1" scrollamount="2" width="100%"&gt;&lt;font COLOR="#993300"&gt; If we don't change, we don't grow. If we don't grow, we aren't really living. - Gail Sheehy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/MARQUEE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-115267396893077706?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115267396893077706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=115267396893077706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115267396893077706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115267396893077706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-115252360058655694</id><published>2006-07-10T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T19:42:49.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>I went with a friend to the National Library over the weekend to see an exhibition "Building a culture of peace" by the SOKA Gakkai association. It wasn't exactly big or eye-catching. But the exhibits really sink into your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace is what many World pagent's contestants asked for, just like Sandra Bullock in the movie, Ms Congenality. Actuallly, peace is something attainable if everyone practises the following. But I suppose it only exists in the ideal world.&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Do not do to others what you do not want them to do to you"&lt;br /&gt;Confucius - Analects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you light the path before another person, you brighten your own."&lt;br /&gt;Buddhist-Nichiver&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Do you pray for peace??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Nothing can bing you peace but yourself"&lt;br /&gt;Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It isn't enough to talk about peace. Once must believe in it. And it isn't enough to believe in it. One must work at it.&lt;br /&gt;Eleana Roosevelt&lt;/center&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-115252360058655694?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115252360058655694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=115252360058655694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115252360058655694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115252360058655694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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-21378423.post-115224589227113999</id><published>2006-07-06T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T02:08:44.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiring Story</title><content type='html'>I just heard the story over at Y.E.S FM 933. It did get me thinking, so let me share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon time, there is this King. He dreamt that his hair was gone, i.e. became bald, and when he woke up, he was feeling uneasy. Thus, he got a renowned dream interpreter to help him decipher this dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dream interpreter sighed and said,"One of your kins will leave this world soon, just as the hair fall from your head. It is an unlucky omen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing that, the King got angry and commanded the guards to take down this dream interpreter and kill him. But, the dream continues to disturb the King. So, he seeked another dream interpreter for advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second dream interpreter congrats the King and said,"Congratulations, Your Majesty.  This dream says that you will live longer than your kins." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King was relieved and a smile spreaded accoss his face. He commanded the guards to bring the second dream interpreter to collect his rewards. One of these guards was bewildered and asked the man beside him," What you have said is actually what the first dream interpreter has interpreted. But why the King was not angry?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled and answered," Yes, the gest is the same. But I phrase it to the likings of the King. He heard what he wants to hear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morale of the story: It does not hurt to phrase the truth to the heart of the listener.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-115224589227113999?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115224589227113999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=115224589227113999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115224589227113999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115224589227113999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/inspiring-story.html' title='Inspiring Story'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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-21378423.post-115215568794279545</id><published>2006-07-05T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T20:50:28.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Breathing</title><content type='html'>Breathing can make great impacts to your health and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us actually do shallow breathing, rather than deep breathing. So which group do you belong? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find out if you're a shallow breather, try &lt;A HREF="http://health.discovery.com/centers/althealth/deepbreath/deepbreathe.html"&gt;Zi's simple test&lt;/A&gt;: Put your palms against your lower abdomen and blow out all the air. Now, take a big breath. If your abdomen expands when you inhale and air seems to flow in deeply to the pit of your stomach, you're on the right track to happier and healthier life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oxygen is fuel for your body as is food. Since there are no calories in oxygen, you can breathe in all you want for as long as you want and still no calories! The extra oxygen you take in will cause the chemical reactions in your body to take place much faster, thus, you burn more calories than you take in. This in turn speeds up your metabolism and makes you burn more fat and so helps detox your body. Deep Breathing can also be a quick and easy stress reliever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, deep breathing raises levels of blood oxygen, promoting health in many ways — from stimulating the digestive process to improving fitness and mental performance. . . Remember, you are breathing right now. Every day, you have 20,000 opportunities to transform how you breathe and enhance your health and well-being.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/484024000183.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo by Mr Lover. in China"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions: Try this exercise sitting, standing and lying down.&lt;br /&gt;1. Exhale deeply, contracting the belly. &lt;br /&gt;2. Inhale slowly as you expand the abdomen. &lt;br /&gt;3. Continue inhaling as you expand the chest. &lt;br /&gt;4. Continue inhaling as you raise the shoulders up towards your ears. &lt;br /&gt;5. Hold for a few comfortable seconds &lt;br /&gt;6. Exhale in reverse pattern, slowly. Release shoulders, relax chest, contract the belly. &lt;br /&gt;7. Repeat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This exercise will require gentle practice to produce smooth and balanced inhalation and exhalation. Beginners should only do it 2 or 3 times continuously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href ="http://www.selfhelpmagazine.com/articles/stress/breath.html"&gt;By Marianne Ross, Ph.D.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Are You Trying Now??  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-115215568794279545?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115215568794279545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=115215568794279545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115215568794279545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115215568794279545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/deep-breathing.html' title='Deep Breathing'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-115215446783303038</id><published>2006-07-05T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T19:54:27.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Tarot reading for JOY -6/7/06 &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is not the best day for maintaining your equilibrium, dear JOY… The Hanged Man in alliance with the Pope could signify trouble in your love life and heated discussions. If you’re single, avoid all futile discussions with obstinate people… If you are in a relationship, don’t embark on any discussions about topics where the two of you don’t see eye to eye. In other words: withdraw rather than fight a duel!  In the professional sphere, you might well experience a disappointment with regard to an agreement or a contract that you thought you had secured. The Hanged Man, symbolizing the professional context, is the messenger of bad news and of frustrations. He is a serious threat to the fulfillment that you might have expected from the benign presence of Justice. You’ll have to adjust to the notion that you might easily find yourself in an atmosphere of insecurity and tension. Don't lose heart!&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it is a bad day for me. I had just experienced my first frustration of the day - I scalded my finger while making coffee to wake the sleepy pig in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is more to come?? Better for me to stay low and pray today will end earlier with less frustrations and more security. In-equilibrium is bad for libras. :( &lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lover, excuse me if I cause in-equilibrium to your life today too. More &lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;ender, &lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;oving, &lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;are will be appreciated. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-115215446783303038?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115215446783303038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=115215446783303038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115215446783303038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115215446783303038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/tarot-reading-for-joy-6706-today-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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-21378423.post-115199659261367883</id><published>2006-07-03T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T00:04:08.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Money is not required to buy one necessity of the soul. &lt;br /&gt;Henry David Thoreau&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dreamt of having a job that pays well and yet doing nothing? I am certain this idea crosses many of us before. Today, this idea cross my mind again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having lots of money is good. You can buy almost everything in the world. Can be the prettiest girl or most handsome dude in the world.  Hmm, if you were to have lots of money, what will you do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me... I want to buy a house with a swimming pool, to learn driving and then buy a car, tour around the world, go for all sorts of slimming courses. I am sure there is one that works :P ....and many many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But will this kinda of life satisfy your needs of the soul? I am not earning big bucks now, but if you were to judge my working time and the amount of work i do, it is rather lucrative. &lt;b&gt;(True only for low periods)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I Happy? Nope, not really. I do not feel satisfied and rather sianz of my life. I suppose balance is needed. I am a libra, and strongly believe in balance.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;All Work, No Play makes Jack a dull boy and Joy a dull girl;&lt;br /&gt;All Play, No Work makes Jack a dumb boy and Joy a dumb girl. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time to move away from this comfort zone and create some balance.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-115199659261367883?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115199659261367883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=115199659261367883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115199659261367883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115199659261367883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/money-is-not-required-to-buy-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-115181162139250677</id><published>2006-07-01T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T20:42:52.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brazil  is Out!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Stay away from me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not come near at all causes today or many days later. Like many brazilian fans out in the world, my heart is in a state of despair. They were eliminated by France, just like the year 1998. They were not able to "revenge" and pick up from where they fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if you were to think positive, there is at least an improvement. From 3-0 to 1-0. Well, I do not think that's what the fans pray for actually. A goal shattered Brazil's dream to be the Champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not all happy, and will not try to act like I am or least not bothered. Please do not come and tell me France deserves to win. 'Cos they were on form and Zidane was amazing and Henry is cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You maybe the rational one who bets on Brazilian winning and yet clapping and YAY-ing when Henry kicks the goal that sets me and many others heart-broken. You may pull yourself from your bets and really enjoy the game. But to a despaired fan, I am really sorry to tell you I cannot do it and I think you are definitely not a true Brazilian fan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds immature and childish to even think like that. But at this moment, I do not wish to constrain myself. Like a kid whose favourite toy was lost overnight. Give me the indulgence to stay in my own solitude and let time heals my wound.&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the money that I lose; It is the hope and rationality that I lost.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive my rude-ness and blantant-ness &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-115181162139250677?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115181162139250677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=115181162139250677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115181162139250677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115181162139250677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/brazil-is-out.html' title='Brazil  is Out!!!'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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-21378423.post-115149939460864556</id><published>2006-06-28T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T06:11:47.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Time?!?</title><content type='html'>Today, I will like to share with you a joke to test my skill of joyful-ness here. Please feel free to comment.&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this couple, newly wed. They were preparing for their honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband was checking emails and delegating jobs to his subordinates. The wife came by to serve a cup of coffee to her man. She stood beside him, and stumbled upon an email. The email was from this man's ex-girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife turned to him, "What is that?"&lt;br /&gt;The man replied,"Junk mail."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess the wife's reaction?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;You are wrong! She did not kiss this man for his intelligent answer. Read on.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;The wife smiled at him,"Dear, you need a bigger email storage space."&lt;br /&gt;He was bewildered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You dun keep junk mails for more than 3 years. Do you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man came out with a more intelligent answer," Because I have never read them to know that they are junk mails."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh... Please laugh... Heehee :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-115149939460864556?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115149939460864556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=115149939460864556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115149939460864556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115149939460864556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-time.html' title='No Time?!?'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-115146376745262995</id><published>2006-06-27T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T20:02:47.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail to Ronaldo!!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Ronaldo scored a World Cup-record 15th goal for Brazil against Ghana and this made him the World Cup's Highest-Ever Scorer. Hurray...Ronaldo, All the way!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/2806ronb.jpg" border="0" alt="Ronaldo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Picture: ROBERTO SCHMIDT/AFP/Getty Images&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronaldo began World Cup 2006 with a bad start. He was fatter as before and so he was slower than before. Many have urged his coach to drop him after his poor poor performance in the first 2 matches. Apparently, he was feeling dizzy and his coach explain that is why he has not been performing. I strongly believe too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being criticized by former and current teammates for being slow and overweight at the start of the tournament, he put in extra effort to do more solo practises. He then promised to perform in his third match. And really he raised to the occasion and scored two goals against Japan. With these 2 goals, he put a stop to more criticism and made him on par with Miller as the World Cup's Highest-Ever Scorer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is just someone that you cannot just dismissed him because he is fatter and slower. He still has the technical capabilites and he is smart.  He always manage to figure out how to trick the goalie so that he can shoot with more space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, he is a special player and he never gives up. I suppose his passion for football saw him through this difficult period.&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Without passion, you don;t have the energy, without energy, you have nothing. - Donald J.trump&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-115146376745262995?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115146376745262995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=115146376745262995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115146376745262995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115146376745262995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/06/hail-to-ronaldo.html' title='Hail to Ronaldo!!!'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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-21378423.post-115095804529044541</id><published>2006-06-21T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T19:30:56.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighbours</title><content type='html'>I have several postcards that i pinned on my work table. There are 2 which i want to share today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first&lt;center&gt;The second&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/ecard2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/ecard1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neighbours are a group of people that you cannot dismissed their signifance. You are lucky if you have good neighbours. But if you dun have, then i suppose it will be quite a terrible situation and may even result in the famous Joo Chiat incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neighbours were like family members in the kampong generation. It was like a big family tree with different branches. Now, I dare say some of us dun even know the surname of your neighbours or where unit they actually lived in. But I hope at least you greet your neighbours. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well, you can do your part to start a good neighbour relationship. Maybe start by bribing them with food. It always work. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.singaporekindness.org.sg/gnd.htm#"&gt; 10 ways to show appreciation and kindness to your neighbours&lt;/A&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-115095804529044541?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115095804529044541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=115095804529044541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115095804529044541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115095804529044541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/06/neighbours.html' title='Neighbours'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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-21378423.post-115086256849504601</id><published>2006-06-20T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T21:11:58.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do people get married?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmmm... If one day someone is to ask you," Why do you want to get married?"&lt;br /&gt;What will be your answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sudden thought got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Ya, WHY??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read an article before which says people get married in the hope of improving their life. No one marries to sacrifice for the other person. People marry because somehow they believe it makes life better for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A rather true but unromantic answer for most ladies.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men only marry if they believe it will make their life better. They do not marry because they want to sacrifice their pleasure or give up their joy for you. A man who sees marriage as burdensome, hard, upsetting, or painful will avoid marrying. It has little to do with love. A person may love you, but avoid marrying you (or anybody else) if they somehow believe life with you will be difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Does Marriage Make People Happy, Or Do Happy People Get Married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More ponderings to do...:P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-115086256849504601?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115086256849504601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=115086256849504601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115086256849504601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115086256849504601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-do-people-get-married.html' title='Why do people get married?'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21378423.post-115026998646152421</id><published>2006-06-13T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T00:36:48.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!! World Cup Fever !!!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone. Yes, I know I have been MIA from my blog for some time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Actually, it is just that I have an emotional blog yet to be finished. Well, I'm sure you people understand. As you know it is the World Cup Season, managing Sleep, Work and Research isn't really easy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********Yawnzzzz*****Yawnzzzz*****Yawnzzzz********&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's skip the emotional blog and join the fever about the World Cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE thing about this World Cup isn't just the football. It's also about betting and trying to make a calculated wager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF= "http://newpaper.asia1.com.sg/sports/story/0,4136,108275,00.html"&gt; - The Newpaper columnist,Brian Miller&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very True. Both hands and legs up. Even for ladies. I can feel some eyes popping out and jaws dropping in disbelief. Yes, I am one of the girls you see at the Singapore Pools outlet, raising my head at the few LCD TV screens and mentally fighting which match to put my money on it. It maybe thrilling, maybe confounding or even amazing to see ladies at the male-dominated betting shops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I do my research. I will discuss with my lover, his brother, some friends and of course read the newspaper for some tips. Then Gut feeling. And I watched most matches that i put my money on it. You will be surprised to hear that I actually watched the Brazil match this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not belong to those ladies who just hear some men's advice and enter the betting shop to try their luck. They dun even watch the match they betted.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;center&gt;In general, Gambling is a bad hobby and should not encouraged. &lt;br /&gt;But small investment can be chanced. :P&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it may draw you closer to your man. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-115026998646152421?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115026998646152421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=115026998646152421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115026998646152421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/115026998646152421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-cup-fever.html' title='&lt;center&gt;!!! World Cup Fever !!!&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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-21378423.post-114965329252356130</id><published>2006-06-06T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T19:57:03.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell, Xinrong</title><content type='html'>The news came sudden, without any warnings. Just like a sudden storm ordered by the X-men "Storm". No Signs before it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was subtle. Broken in a very unexpected way. Through MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If boss later becomes very bad mood and start screaming at you all, just ignore it. I just passed the letter to him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter?? Well, maybe my response was slow or what. I actually thought it was normal letters. As in mails. We usually put them on the boss's table when he is not around. And sometimes when the mails spell bad news, you can feel it first-handedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied,"I mean I have tendered my resignation letter." &lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart stop beating for one second. Surprise beats all emotions for 1 sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I am not exactly close to her, I enjoyed her company and our partnership in work. And I admire her indulgence in shopping for shoes. Her shoe racks are forever rising like the tall rise buildings along the boat quay. In short, too little time, too many shops and maybe not rich enough too. Ha ha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I suppose we are just not close enough for her to prepare me for her departure. But nevertheless, I approve of her career move. After-all, we are talking about a big company 3M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;MARQUEE bgcolor="#FEDCBA" loop="true" scrollamount="3" width="100%"&gt;~~**~~ Xinrong, I wish you luck in your future endeavours. ~~**~~&lt;/MARQUEE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-114965329252356130?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114965329252356130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=114965329252356130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/114965329252356130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/114965329252356130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/06/farewell-xinrong.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Farewell, Xinrong&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</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-21378423.post-114837585637988548</id><published>2006-05-23T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T02:17:36.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'> WCCF</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="WCCF logo" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/doremi_joy/game_mainbg.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;orld &lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;lub &lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;hampion &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;ootbal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are regulars of my blog will know that I am recently crazy about WCCF.&lt;br /&gt;Recap: WCCF is an arcade game and trading card game all in one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in my previous post about WCCF being introduced to me, I mentioned that I hope to improve considerably and outshine a couple of men with my own capability. So what if i am a girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, I have won a cup (King's Cup) by myself. With my lover sitting beside me, giving me all the support I needed. Maybe it was luck. Maybe I did have some material. Ha Ha. :P Well, I choose to believe the latter. Because I was actually feeling tired, as if I am really in the field.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know Lady luck was kind towards me too. And I have lots more to learn... Constructive advice are welcome. :) In all, More practise. More confidence. Less anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the day I can win a league or a cup on my own without having to consider the factor of luck be soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21378423-114837585637988548?l=timesofjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114837585637988548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21378423&amp;postID=114837585637988548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/114837585637988548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21378423/posts/default/114837585637988548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesofjoy.blogspot.com/2006/05/wccf.html' title='&lt;center&gt; WCCF&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kai_Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01869837231277928030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
