<?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-15387820</id><updated>2011-07-29T06:14:31.775+08:00</updated><category term='Hard to Say Goodbye'/><category term='bbq'/><category term='movies'/><category term='记得爱'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='giant'/><category term='kino'/><category term='philippines'/><category term='horoscope'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='assignments'/><category term='Chocolate Croissant'/><category term='vivocity'/><category term='ixus870'/><category term='Champions League'/><category term='Liverpool'/><category term='MCGRIDDLES'/><category term='spongebob'/><category term='to be with you'/><category term='PATRICK'/><category term='jetstar'/><category term='team singapore'/><category term='Hannibal'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='viao'/><category term='migraine'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='SCHOOL'/><category term='wednesdays'/><category term='random'/><category term='licence'/><category term='videos'/><category term='LOLLIPOPS'/><category term='fernando torres'/><category term='trumatize'/><category term='2005'/><category term='Monopoly'/><category term='cyber-shot'/><category term='french'/><category term='wishlist'/><category term='Chelsea'/><category term='philippines. epl'/><category term='taiwan'/><category term='donuts'/><category term='dream girls'/><category term='peek-tures'/><category term='swimming'/><category term='Bravissimo'/><category term='pms'/><category term='beetle'/><category term='burn out'/><category term='love'/><category term='randoms'/><title type='text'>stay close, don't go ♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-7097420881021800410</id><published>2009-12-14T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T18:00:02.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She no longer spills her thoughts her.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-7097420881021800410?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/7097420881021800410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/7097420881021800410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/12/she-no-longer-spills-her-thoughts-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-7212851561972972921</id><published>2009-11-23T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T10:10:51.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am Twenty years and Three days old.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprise snail mail came all the way from Brighton. Thanks Becca! it really warms my heart that you took the effort to bring it to the post office. Its been long since i received 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i won't be updating here anymore, my laptop crashed thanks to the dumb iPhone, if its hopeless then i'll consider a new one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;probably migrate to &lt;a href="http://taintedballoons.tumblr.com"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt; for now, since i've the app on my phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-7212851561972972921?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/7212851561972972921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/7212851561972972921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-twenty-years-and-three-days-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-6681569982793921141</id><published>2009-11-19T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T14:09:12.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ten hours to twenty.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1600 lines of controls, is what i've been staring since yesterday. Soon i'll be the walking master book of these controls. Just by adding the control owners in, i've already familiarize with all of them much less adding the description in. Completed my work just before lunch and poon's away doing testing, yvonne's on leave and shanize's on mc. what a great day when i'm in great mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if only i could fast foward the time to 1800h where the fun begins. gonna countdown to twenty with halfy, fang, barbie, wally, vivien, sophie &amp;amp; iskandar, hopefully brother will be there with my iphone (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all i want is my iphone and the weekends to be here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/15387820-6681569982793921141?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/6681569982793921141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/6681569982793921141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/11/ten-hours-to-twenty.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-9122053519512337804</id><published>2009-11-17T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:10:29.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sleeping dreams.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been long since i had a good rest but after waking up from my long sleep i get another major migraine, total pain in the ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night i dreamt of dad. he brought me out on my birthday and got me the most extravagant gift, Golf GTI, my dream car. dreaming of him, made me realise, i haven't seen him for about a month. i kind of forget how he looks. Daddy do you even remember my birthday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paranormal Activity with isk and i was being a total wuss the first time throughout a horror movie. The happy kid got his new toys, a black satio &amp;amp; an mp3 player, plus my gift which he refuse to divulge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-9122053519512337804?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/9122053519512337804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/9122053519512337804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/11/sleeping-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-6493724188652884589</id><published>2009-11-16T10:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T10:45:22.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate the monthly agony. its pushing me to my limits.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fmfuckingl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-6493724188652884589?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/6493724188652884589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/6493724188652884589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-hate-monthly-agony.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-1997700699787770477</id><published>2009-11-13T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T10:11:44.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seven days to twenty.&lt;div&gt;Excitement percent zero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday i caught half of Paranormal Activity in the office. As i've completed all my work for the day and everyone else was at the meeting, i tried my luck. I swear, i've been really spooked by it. Window at its smallest size, volume at its lowest, for the first time i needed someone to hide behind. though klara told me its fake, but i still had the fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i seriously need to manage my finance properly, seriously cannot keep track of my cash flow and the depletion in my bank account. i'm majorly depressed about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-1997700699787770477?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/1997700699787770477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/1997700699787770477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/11/seven-days-to-twenty.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-5069182021477865815</id><published>2009-11-12T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T11:09:59.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The flu bug never leaves me, in fact making weaker and tired each day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the moment the lan cable slipped beneath the table, i know it would be difficult for me to get. i bend down and managed to get it but "kok" i knock against the corner of my drawer. the impact was so huge, made me lightheaded till now. the bruise on my forehead is so huge, couldn't be hidden from my Short fringe(trimmed my hair) now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want my iphone like now! though i'm kind of busy these days with work that last me the entire day, the next day &amp;amp; the day after next but i still feel so 'out' without proper internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at times i don't know to believe your antics or just ignore whatever shit you throw at me. then wait till you're sane enough, and you come running back to me. you're really a weirdo, so much weirder than i think i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to go book shopping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/Svtyi7wdGzI/AAAAAAAAEqM/ppIjYKtPmr8/s1600-h/cloudy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/Svtyi7wdGzI/AAAAAAAAEqM/ppIjYKtPmr8/s320/cloudy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403038122443086642" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day, i'll wake up to this (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-5069182021477865815?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/5069182021477865815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/5069182021477865815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/11/flu-bug-never-leaves-me-in-fact-making.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/Svtyi7wdGzI/AAAAAAAAEqM/ppIjYKtPmr8/s72-c/cloudy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-3288804543248411421</id><published>2009-11-10T10:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T11:53:32.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When your open doors are closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Guess i was wrong, wrong to let you into my life.&lt;div&gt;When it seem like i was starting to know you, it was you drifting &amp;amp; isolating your thoughts, emotions &amp;amp; feelings. Yes there were the times where i can't grasp hold of your thoughts. Yet there were the times where i see through you but kept quiet about it, after all its the ego you have. The texts you send and the words you say, never knew if you really meant them. all these thoughts, results in me losing my sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm cold and tired, i'm so grumpy now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tumblr blogger tumblr blogger tumblr blogger tumblr blogger tumblr blogger tumblr blogger tumblr blogger tumblr blogger tumblr blogger tumblr blogger tumblr blogger tumblr blogger tumblr blogger tumblr blogger tumblr blogger tumblr blogger tumblr blogger tumblr blogger tumblr blogger tumblr blogger tumblr blogger tumblr blogger tumblr blogger tumblr blogger tumblr?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-3288804543248411421?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/3288804543248411421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/3288804543248411421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/11/guess-i-was-wrong-wrong-to-let-you-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-6397928826829606194</id><published>2009-11-09T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:42:08.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Huge monday blues.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weekends went past in a blink of eye once again. all i new was me overspending since wednesday, can't seem to keep track of my cash flow when i have too much cash in my wallet. now i'm a little cash strapped cause i'm seriously about saving the remaining amount. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;couldn't dragged my sore body out of bed earlier this morning, but grateful that mummy sent me to work this morning. colleague from thailand is here for a month attachment now i've somebody sitting beside me, though it takes up the the table that i spread my stuff now i'm restricted to my desk only. which is kinda limited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brother still pisses me off once in awhile and abuse me as a helpful sister. still don't know to love or hate him. even though he shared with mummy to get me iphone 3gs for my birthday. anyways people if you didn't receive my text about number change please drop me a msg on fb!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alrights back to stoning session&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-6397928826829606194?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/6397928826829606194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/6397928826829606194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/11/huge-monday-blues.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-6418241828542295211</id><published>2009-11-06T15:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:49:59.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay, TGIF!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could vaguely remember what i did in the office. the only incident i remember is sleeping at 2130h on wednesday night and waking up at 0730h the next morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday during lunch, we went to the crazy Zara bazaar sale, limited cause not many 's' size and many crazy pinoys go freaking early to snatch all the goods. we queued for 45mins to make payment, my legs got all sore after that. dinner at marina's xinwang cafe for yj's surprise birthday. don't know why i agreed with them to try bluff him. everyone got home tired and full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ajisen for lunch today and i'm falling asleep as the clock ticks slowly. waiting for the clock to strike 1800h and off to vivo to meet geshyfattykins! movie date later and i can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways i just cleared my misunderstanding about century eggs. all these years when growing up, i've always believe what my grams tell me about food-related stuff. even for century eggs, i've always believe that its made by immersing the egg in horse urine for a few months. few days ago, when my colleague ask me what is century egg made of. i still could proudly tell her by immersing it in horse urine. how silly of me. not until lunch today, we were talking about it and she said she actually wiki it and found out the correct facts about century eggs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, fyi for those that still thinks its by immersing it in horse urine:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Century egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, also known as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;preserved egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;hundred-year egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;thousand-year egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;thousand-year-old egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, is made by preserving duck, chicken or quail eggs in a mixture of clay, ash, salt, lime, and rice straw for several weeks to several months, depending on the method of processing. After the process is completed, the yolk becomes a dark green, cream-like substance with a strong odor of sulphur and ammonia, while the white becomes a dark brown, transparent jelly with little flavor or taste. The transforming agent in the century egg is its alkaline material, which gradually raises the pH of the egg from around 9 to 12 or more. This chemical process breaks down some of the complex, flavorless proteins and fats, which produces a variety of smaller flavourful compounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 19px;"&gt;how silly of me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-6418241828542295211?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/6418241828542295211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/6418241828542295211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/11/yay-tgif-i-could-vaguely-remember-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-3565780459346395118</id><published>2009-11-04T09:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:40:22.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;So maybe its true that I can't live without you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And maybe two is better than one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;But there's so much time to figure out the best of my life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another awful-heated argument, all started with my stubbornness (inherited from dad). but alls well now, nothing much to think about, just hope history wont repeat itself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone else is not here but my assistant manager is coming, there goes my hope of escaping )):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-3565780459346395118?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/3565780459346395118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/3565780459346395118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-maybe-its-true-that-i-cant-live.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-8238728377146052454</id><published>2009-11-03T10:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:00:02.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gotta live like we're dying&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;medical check went pretty well, besides the fact that i waited for 105mins till my turn even though i had an appointment. doctor said i was too young to get anything unless its in the family blood, a sigh of relief here. but she said to monitor my weight for the next 2 months and another blood test then. other than that, she said my gut is probably too sensitive, thats why the runs an hour after i finish my meals. pretty much waste of money. probably start eating cheap food like instant noodles more, since they come out pretty much the same way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dinner at chinatown, awesome currychickenlaksanoodle, don't doubt the weird combination, it could get you somewhere. toiletries shopping at swantons, cheap buys and we all got home happily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm almost done with my book "L.A Candy" any other books to recommend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bestfriend, the past few days without talking make the atmosphere weird. yes i got to sleep early but it took me sometime to really get into deep sleep. don't deny that i still have the little anger in me but guess both sides have to give in. we needa talk things out ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;You've lost my trust i had in you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my pretty dramatic weekend started on friday at smaland. chaotic scene there, regular faces, annoying crying kids, pretty boys and little girl with over-spilling pampers. supper with 3 doods at tamp macs and then started the nightmare. i really wondered what sparked off the argument between us. was it my stubbornness or his childishness. after deliberating with fang, geshy and yat, childishness it was. left me in bewilderment that at such an age, he finds the wrong solutions to problems and jealousy was his best-friend, not me. pretty much survived the weekend without him and everything far from trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;halloween spent at ikea, was really dependent on geshy's booster messages, hugs and pep talks. bro came over in his zombie costume to freak everyone out in ikea before heading over to the airport for mummy. mummy's home and she took the car back )): she got me like 5 formal skirts which cost 100baht, liverpool shoe bag &amp;amp; my absolut rock! awesomness even though i know she loves her son more than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday i gladly replaced bro at work thinking that he wanted to pack up, do some school-related stuff for his 3weeks stay in the school hostel. but instead i got into a major disappointment. he made me replaced him, allowing him to drag mummy to singtel to get his 3gs and keep brain-washing mummy that she doesn't need to get me the 3gs that she thought i would like. while, i being the considerate one, had already decided to get a blackberry. work went pretty well with the fact that geshy was doing the booster messages, smiling upon seeing fang &amp;amp; of course the many others that i enjoyed working with. i didn't know how or what to react when i see you, hoping not to throw my temper again i avoided you. probably take this period to cool down and think twice, but usually once bitten twice shy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did a little shopping after work with fang while waiting for weihao's planned surprise, getting all fascinated and cranky for the ghostly figure at call-center. BUT he didn't get shocked and in fact somehow knew about it. but glad he liked it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy 19th Birthday Tan WeiHao!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;medical check in 6hours and i'm not really prepared to actually find out what went wrong with my digestive system. tummy's being giving me problems these days, multiple times of diarrhea. like what geshy said, i would waste my future spouses savings, looking at the amount i consume and comes out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18days to 20th and right now, i wished it's a quiet one. my eggcitement is gone. need a short getaway, escaping from all worries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my daily entries are getting drier each day, picture post soon (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-8546487186719482621?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/8546487186719482621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/8546487186719482621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/11/youve-lost-my-trust-i-had-in-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-4560982055340218348</id><published>2009-10-30T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:48:55.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Maybe who we are isn't so much about what we do, but rather what we're capable of when we least expect it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke up to a bright chirpy morning but after realizing that i agreed to work today at smaland my mood dampen a little. much as i would like to spend my night out, i know that i was espie's last resort, as she wouldn't turn to me if she really need somebody. straight after siemens to ikea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back's feeling really really sore, but i doubt i was wrestling in my dream. from what i recalled it was the sweetest dream with fattykins starring in it, awesomness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just remove rusted staplers from 2000sheets of papers and i'll keep them for my afternoon date with Mr.Shredder. probably continue reading till lunch time. plus the german interns have shifted to our side, now they're next to us. not really a good from my seat but at least they're closer which makes me happier ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pay has been in for almost a week and i hadn't touch a single cent, am so proud of myself. i'm too abstain myself from shopping sprees. November is the killer month with birthday's every weekend and with bro's 18th birthday and Christmas coming up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-4560982055340218348?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/4560982055340218348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/4560982055340218348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/10/maybe-who-we-are-isnt-so-much-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-8985394462325363010</id><published>2009-10-29T14:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:40:52.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>renovation works during office hours? this renovation company seriously have balls for brains. why can't they do it over the weekends? its making a racket and everyone else can't work in peace. not that i need the peace since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; nothing to do. but the noise is seriously on my nerves, even with my ear pieces on.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jaclyn&lt;/span&gt; is so bored, she's saving her stack of paper to shred to the last. the office is so cold suddenly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; freezing and my toes are gonna stuck cramping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rawrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-8985394462325363010?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/8985394462325363010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/8985394462325363010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/10/renovation-works-during-office-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-5333649437150132958</id><published>2009-10-29T10:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:20:33.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It is the things you cannot see coming that are strong enough to kill you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;fattykins came all the way down from rp to siemens center to 'pick me' though i was the one with the car. drop shanize off at starhub center before going to cathay to get our tickets to my sister's keeper. felt kinda bad when i threw a bitch fit on isk, but i can't help it. sorry dood!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;went into diaso and got the shock of my life and the worst pick-up line ever. while i was browsing the clear folders, this big-eyed freaky-looking ang moh came up to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;angmoh: "Hi XD"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i turn and got stun by his over-whelming smiley face and turned back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;angmoh: "I said Hi XD"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;my first reaction was "shit where are the both of them :s " and they actually wandered away without me realizing. quick found fattykins and grabbed him to find isk. grabbed the snowman hairband, paid and left.  macs for dinner and i got more monopoly stubbs. havent had the time to check against my list but i think i've won something, i think (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My sister's keeper is a total tear jerker but i love it. half the time i was crying my hearts out and its the first time i actually couldn't finish the popcorns because i was busy finding for tissues and my stupid toe cramped. enjoyed my day with them and i felt awesome driving cause they can't. muahahahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-5333649437150132958?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/5333649437150132958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/5333649437150132958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-is-things-you-cannot-see-coming-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-6188356943850185321</id><published>2009-10-26T10:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T10:10:12.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Monday morning without the blues.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was crazily immersed with work over the weekends, it went by just like that. saturday saw me full shift but fang &amp;amp; i started it heartily with macs breakfast and an awesome ride to work. filling lunch from subway and dinner was a hot dog bun from isk. last 2 hours saw me at smaland and ended with almost no voice. to allow fang more rest, i covered her morning shift at smaland for sunday. once again, i was at the top of my lungs and even resorted to using the loudhailer. with 6 people working in there, it still seems like there are insufficient staff. there was this french siblings that came in, the younger boy was barely 3 yrs old and he was glued to me at the ball pit. didn't know i can attract french boys, how cool is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love the weekends when i get to spend with people i love at work. poor sophie got boxed by a child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;highlight of the weekend was the match between Liverpool &amp;amp; ManU last night. manage to convince wally to catch it, glad that my persistence paid off. wally's friend OffRoad bistro was the perfect place for me, free wireless, live screening, awesome ambiance and great food. i'm sure the reds played well, beat the devils 2-0 hands down, which puts an end to their 4 straight defeats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this morning on my way to work, yet another accident at the entrance of kpe. how silly is that, when the speed limit is 70km/h? seriously don't understand how these people get their license if they can't even drive properly at that speed. now i am enjoying my quiet morning without the bugging of my manager and free from work. i am craving for boon tong kee chicken rice very very very badly! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so gonna date Mr. Shredder now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-6188356943850185321?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/6188356943850185321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/6188356943850185321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/10/monday-morning-without-blues.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-1202921798319773237</id><published>2009-10-24T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T00:57:28.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SuHgHpaSorI/AAAAAAAAEqE/f1-1LvKwdHs/s1600-h/sb.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SuHgHpaSorI/AAAAAAAAEqE/f1-1LvKwdHs/s320/sb.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395840250546397874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the ultimate present!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-1202921798319773237?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/1202921798319773237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/1202921798319773237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/10/ultimate-present.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SuHgHpaSorI/AAAAAAAAEqE/f1-1LvKwdHs/s72-c/sb.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-6992436834913976951</id><published>2009-10-22T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T17:46:22.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With my brains throbbing to the beat of some upbeat music, the continuous sneezes and the weariness of my eyes, i'll probably be a road hazard on the way home later. so people if you see me in front, behind, left or right of you please steer away. besides the fact that i have to get the car washed. i guess i'll probably head straight home, have my quick dinner and crash in after my medicine.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i doubt i'll make it pass 9pm today and my alter-ego refuses me to get an mc for tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-6992436834913976951?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/6992436834913976951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/6992436834913976951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/10/with-my-brains-throbbing-to-beat-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-1832550226291421840</id><published>2009-10-22T09:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T09:53:00.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alls calm before the Storm.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grams came back last night and we had tze char opposite tp. it was a wrong choice to join mummy to &amp;amp; aunt to pick grams. the tension in the car, aunt couldn't stop complaining about cousin to grams and mummy, grams cannot stop grumbling and mummy cannot stop reprimanding aunt. i foresee major drama coming my way. the loud wails in the car, made the throbs in my brains harder, all i do was keep quiet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then at dinner, i saw a familiar back view. the view that i had gone head over heels for but now the view that i loathe at sight. the complains from aunt continue on and i totally shut myself out, with the piercing pain in my brains, the weird nausea feeling, i had to get home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;crashed in after a pep talk with isk and i had the worst nightmare ever. jolted me awake and back to reality, i knew it would never happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just now when i was driving to work, a major accident in kpe, i diverted my route. mad drivers along my way, turn my mood foul. insufficient time to grab my breakfast, only surviving on hot milo till lunch. what a way to kick start the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-1832550226291421840?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/1832550226291421840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/1832550226291421840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/10/alls-calm-before-storm.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-1008817983384622470</id><published>2009-10-21T09:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T09:51:34.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;the load of my chest.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here i am back at work but much regrets for not taking another day of mc. the pounds in my head and the hell lot of weird noises my tummy gives. i guess its the back at work syndrome, when i barely had diarrhoea or puked at home. base on how i feel now, highly doubt if i can concentrate here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;talked about it last night and am so glad we're on the same page. both very straightforward &amp;amp; open-minded, actually had moments where we can't put to words. both afraid of losing but i sure am more afraid of it than you are. things are gonna stay the way it is from now till forever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;. glad to have met you my dear friend, greatly appreciated.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-1008817983384622470?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/1008817983384622470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/1008817983384622470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/10/load-of-my-chest.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-7077257503409948423</id><published>2009-10-19T09:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T10:20:18.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While i pretend to be occupied ...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last night, i zonked out as soon as i touch my bed. being so forgetful, i forgot to switch off my phone for better sleep. i had  multiple calls throughout the night. resulting me, alighting at the wrong station this morning for work. being a total &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;muddlehead&lt;/span&gt; that it didn't occur to me i was at boon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;keng&lt;/span&gt; after i walk out to the bus stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my body aches like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; just completed a marathon but i just can't seem to recall what my dreams were, sighs. barely 5weeks of interning and i feel that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; become fatter at my tum tum, like every other office ladies that sit at their seat all day long and type non-stop. i need to control my diet but i tend to eat when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; nothing to do and a drawer stocked up of junk food. guess its really time to get my lazy bums up for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gyming&lt;/span&gt; session. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; for sure this time round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been finding the right time to say but time don't permit. BUT i still have not figured out how to say. how now brown cow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday my baby boy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't know if your mum will show you this but you'll get your present when you come back for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cny&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-7077257503409948423?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/7077257503409948423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/7077257503409948423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/10/while-i-pretend-to-be-occupied.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-2354693137053893270</id><published>2009-10-18T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:45:09.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Droopy Droopy eyes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke up freaking early because of the huge lizard that was cohabiting in my room, despite 5hrs of sleep. 1/4 of awfully chocolate cake for brunch, wasted time while waiting for brother to finish work. picked him up and started on our journey to the west. i swear, driving along pie from tampines all the way to clementi, is madness. plus the accident that cause a huge jam, took us 45mins to get out of them jam. driving home no better, bke/sle/tpe, my eyes were closing, was yawning away, with bro &amp;amp; mum already snoozing away in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am doing to sleep now. besides manager is back and tomorrow i've to be on time ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-2354693137053893270?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/2354693137053893270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/2354693137053893270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/10/droopy-droopy-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-4731613194100244416</id><published>2009-10-16T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:46:28.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DJ, play me a song.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anticipating to see 1800h on the telephone beside me. reason being, i've kind of completed my work and kind of did a little work slotted for monday. enjoying the last few moments without my dear manager eyes-on-me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last night was a blast and i can't wait for the next karaoke session with them. pictures &amp;amp; videos taken with different cameras and will be uploaded after my busy weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm so tired today, glad that mummy agreed to come pick me up. going home to crash before meeting geshy &amp;amp; isk, then the rest for their game. hopefully they have internet access there and i won't be bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-4731613194100244416?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/4731613194100244416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/4731613194100244416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/10/dj-play-me-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-7030048983045948386</id><published>2009-10-15T12:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:10:27.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the cold fuzzy wet weather.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i traveled to work, the sky was beautifully filled with clouds that look like cotton candies. the scent of fresh air in the breeze, makes me a happy kid. then came the thunderous moment, pouring dinosaurs and elephants, we had to eat in yet again, what a spoilsport. the office feels like a chamber filled with ice-carved furnitures, everything is icy cold. totally vexatious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes my manager is out of the country, its like "bo zheng hu", screams FREEDOM! still, i diligently do my work that my colleagues hand to me, brought my book to keep me occupied. lunch was utterly sinful with shanize, a huge serving of fish &amp;amp; chips. now my stomach make noises, which actually meant digesting in progress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling like a kid once again, replays of westlife playlist, reminiscing the old school days, where i go gaga over Nicky Bryne, totally hot stuff. singing along to I promise you that, my love, seasons in the sun, etc... just lift my spirits up, i feel awesome (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dinner with fang wally &amp;amp; bro and i can't keep my excitement down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-7030048983045948386?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/7030048983045948386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/7030048983045948386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/10/cold-fuzzy-wet-weather.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-6047547030515392190</id><published>2009-10-13T17:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T17:13:09.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If i can doze of while playing a game,that requires quick movement and gives you adrenaline rush. It shows how fucking bored i am at work. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like hello, We're interning here to learn and get some experience not to sit here and wait on you. I am not your fucking servant neither do i look one, more like you do. I am not here to help you throw rubbish, find your missing card, etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enough of this crap, period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-6047547030515392190?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/6047547030515392190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/6047547030515392190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-i-can-doze-of-while-playing-gamethat.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-8528197016680172709</id><published>2009-10-12T11:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T11:54:11.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stars &amp;amp; satellites, spinning round and round&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;once again i'm not assigned any work, reason being:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;they really have nothing for me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being efficient, i complete work fast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;i chose reason 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; once again, mr shredder is down and i cannot take my peek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thus ideas for birthday fills my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;picnic at marina barrage or botanical gardens&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bbq again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;book a hotel suite&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make it a family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do nothing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;place your votes people (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pouring dinosaurs and elephants outside now, its me so sleepy -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-8528197016680172709?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/8528197016680172709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/8528197016680172709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/10/stars-satellites-spinning-round-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-2358319117576767782</id><published>2009-10-11T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T23:35:42.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sweet dream or Beautiful nightmare.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the moment mummy received her new phone, i could see the happiness on her face ((: money spent correctly this time round. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friday night till the wee hours of saturday morning was spent laughing with barbie, fang &amp;amp; bro. we had hell lot of laughter despite our heavy eye lids. yea, being auntish &amp;amp; uncleish we stayed up to play tiles. woke up as early as 0900h to send brother to work and head to chinatown with mummy. dim sum for brunch before the sudden trip to town despite being superbly dressed down, all thanks to mummy but she made it up with fried mars balls. slept my day away and late dinner at teochew porridge after picking bro from work. crashed after the marathon of "the hills"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know if its a really sweet dream i had or just a premonition to what's going to happen. now i just wished that deja vu happens and it will be a dream come true. fingers-crossed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;from the news: Boyzone's Stephen Gately, found dead while on holiday in Majorca&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like omg, my all-time favourite song from them is Baby Can I Hold You. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/StH4f8mewEI/AAAAAAAAEp8/d6DDOyH9AZo/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/StH4f8mewEI/AAAAAAAAEp8/d6DDOyH9AZo/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391363456666353730" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a lil bit of vodka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/StH4fXrrHZI/AAAAAAAAEp0/h2kPK-MIkpI/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/StH4fXrrHZI/AAAAAAAAEp0/h2kPK-MIkpI/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391363446756023698" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;egg-fully loving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/StH4exyYGeI/AAAAAAAAEps/i9KeIqHxbsE/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/StH4exyYGeI/AAAAAAAAEps/i9KeIqHxbsE/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/StH4exyYGeI/AAAAAAAAEps/i9KeIqHxbsE/s320/012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391363436583590370" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;bro bought me awfully!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;movie date anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-2358319117576767782?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/2358319117576767782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/2358319117576767782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/10/sweet-dream-or-beautiful-nightmare.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/StH4f8mewEI/AAAAAAAAEp8/d6DDOyH9AZo/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-503013145286496704</id><published>2009-10-09T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T14:45:21.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I miss Mr. Shredder!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today i had to forget about dating Mr. Shredder. basically he's overworked i guess. thus giving me all the weird noises when i was with him yesterday. what will my remaining 3hrs &amp;amp; 30mins be without Mr. Shredder. oh god, i'm falling asleep here, i need Mr. Shredder ));&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yawns...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-503013145286496704?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/503013145286496704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/503013145286496704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-miss-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-170994343521077529</id><published>2009-10-08T09:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T10:06:38.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You make me wanna lose control.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had an awesome date with Mr. Shredder yesterday after lunch, brought Mr. iPod along and sat by it, while i ogle at the german interns sitting around. the pile of paper summing up close to a thousand pieces probably, filled 4.5 plastic bags. took me close to 3hrs to removes the staplers and shred them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;met fang in town for some wallet and shoe shopping and a replacement skirt cause the one i was wearing had a hole and i didnt realise ): both our legs were freaking sore from heels, we bought shoes to change into. dark mocha frapp made our day and i bump into verns in topshop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't wait for tomorrow, gonna get mummy a new phone and barbie and fang's coming over to crash and we'll go kite-flying in the wee hours ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;blogger or tumblr?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-170994343521077529?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/170994343521077529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/170994343521077529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-make-me-wanna-lose-control.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-3890231347955989757</id><published>2009-10-07T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:26:12.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bad day with a good closing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;utterly disgusted with the way she treats us(staff). she totally spoiled her impression on me and my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;geshy &amp;amp; isk for movie at the cathay, well this 2 gentleman were super un-gentleman, cause they were freaking late. 2 movies consecutively, 2nd one thanks to isk randomness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/Ssvs5Y4LgXI/AAAAAAAAEpc/xYZxSZjKbQ4/s1600-h/cloudy-with-a-chance-of-meatballs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/Ssvs5Y4LgXI/AAAAAAAAEpc/xYZxSZjKbQ4/s200/cloudy-with-a-chance-of-meatballs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389661849753715058" style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the 3D effects weren't as good as i expected but the best part of the movie was the Jello Land. actually i wished for a day like that. just a day where food fall from the sky, unlimited supply of chocolate, jellybeans, ice cream, fudge cakes, popcorns, chips, fries, burgers, donuts, etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/Ssvs5ravs9I/AAAAAAAAEpk/J2T19trKV44/s1600-h/phobia2web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/Ssvs5ravs9I/AAAAAAAAEpk/J2T19trKV44/s200/phobia2web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389661854730531794" style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/Ssvs5ravs9I/AAAAAAAAEpk/J2T19trKV44/s1600-h/phobia2web.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i never wanted to watch this, didn't interest me at all but well since isk is paying. that asshole had to give me a shock during the movie. best story would be the last with "The show mud go on". had a great laughing exercise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the doods really made my day so much better, loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-3890231347955989757?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/3890231347955989757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/3890231347955989757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/10/bad-day-with-good-closing.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/Ssvs5Y4LgXI/AAAAAAAAEpc/xYZxSZjKbQ4/s72-c/cloudy-with-a-chance-of-meatballs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-1964732059122840730</id><published>2009-10-05T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:03:34.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;你何必自讨苦吃呢？&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/15387820-1964732059122840730?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/1964732059122840730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/1964732059122840730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-393737571702120496</id><published>2009-10-05T10:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T17:39:28.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/the-ugly-truth-movie-poster.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 296px;" src="http://static.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/the-ugly-truth-movie-poster.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/the-ugly-truth-movie-poster.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ugly truth with jy on sat, before i met cousin at vivo where we traveled to kallang bahru in liansiah's xiao q to meet faz. before going to chomps since the 2 guys were hungry. relaxed in xiao q before xinzhi arrive and off to the playground at my block for mid-autumn festival. lantern lighting, candle melting, sparklers sparkling and alot of merry-making. made a lot of funny images with the sparklers and crashed at 0330h. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;work yesterday totally suck, have been officially made into a slave driver. the only happy moments were break time. met isk &amp;amp; saufi before grabbing my stuff for siemens office. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke up with a bad infection in my left eye, yes once again i'm in my dorky red specs, go ahead and smirk. i've just been informed that both my M &amp;amp; AM is not here today, so hip hip hurray for a relaxed monday. i'm gonna head home at 1800h sharp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-393737571702120496?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/393737571702120496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/393737571702120496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/10/ugly-truth-with-jy-on-sat-before-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-4530425648681071731</id><published>2009-10-02T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T11:55:43.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"Be yourself.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No one can ever tell you, you're doing it wrong."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personality varies but sometimes it gives the wrong impression and eventually led to gossips. Act nonchalant but in fact i'm very disturbed about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sudden appearance, awesome attitude, just freaks me out and leave me helpless. just too afraid that i'll fall head over heels. if only my brains would be straight-forward for once and get it right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;fml, i think i wanna stay single.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-4530425648681071731?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/4530425648681071731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/4530425648681071731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/10/be-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-3069511259003426664</id><published>2009-10-01T10:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:01:24.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Absolutely loving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally can take a breather, 1 of the special mornings when i have no work assigned to me. thankfully i leff office early yesterday and gave the earthquake experience a miss, since i'm at the 15th floor, probably be freaky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alrighty, i haven't been updating on what i've been up too. last friday i met barbie baby for a random movie date, caught Generation Fame. awesome movie, made me crave for clubbing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;random photos taken while working at mpu with brother. i'm beginning to dote on brother even more, don't ask me why but i love my brother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;randomly bump into halfy in the bustling streets of orchard when i was there with cj to collect my book from kino, pure telepathy. even with barbie, our telepathy's getting stronger yea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another random dinner date with sweets last night at serangoon central since i was there to collect my contacts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the midst of typing this post, we felt the tremors from the Indonesia quake and yes i'm on the 15th floor, imagine running down in heels. my legs gonna break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;table width="94%" border="0" cellspacing="6" cellpadding="6"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="specialtopic"   style="  color: rgb(204, 51, 0); line-height: 22px; font-weight: bold; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="breakingnews"   style="  font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 0); line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;"&gt;Breaking News &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="newssubtitle"   style="  font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;Another major earthquake (6.8-magnitude) hits Indonesia's Sumatra island; tremors reportedly felt in various parts of Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;adapted from channel news asia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJbaPRBdOYU/Sphh3XQjkhI/AAAAAAAAEoA/AUGhLfNw1Fk/s400/Backstreet+Boys+-+This+Is+Us+(Official+Album+Cover).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJbaPRBdOYU/Sphh3XQjkhI/AAAAAAAAEoA/AUGhLfNw1Fk/s400/Backstreet+Boys+-+This+Is+Us+(Official+Album+Cover).jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm loving the new backstreet boys album, brings back the pri school memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-3069511259003426664?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/3069511259003426664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/3069511259003426664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/10/absolutely-loving-finally-can-take.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJbaPRBdOYU/Sphh3XQjkhI/AAAAAAAAEoA/AUGhLfNw1Fk/s72-c/Backstreet+Boys+-+This+Is+Us+(Official+Album+Cover).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-2232701246152126626</id><published>2009-09-30T11:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T15:08:22.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mr iPod's on repeat,&lt;div&gt;one thosand two hundred thirty songs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all day long, they ring in my ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The songs, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about us, brought bad memories;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he likes, brought great memories;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i heart, brought awesome memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's amazing out little conversation, would change things forever. It's amazing how my words would leave an impact.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-2232701246152126626?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/2232701246152126626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/2232701246152126626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/09/mr-ipods-on-repeat-one-thosand-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-2910268271017090599</id><published>2009-09-28T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T14:28:34.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;she's over-whelmed with exhaustion,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;lost in a whirlpool,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;with her mermaid blue nails&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-2910268271017090599?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/2910268271017090599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/2910268271017090599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/09/shes-over-whelmed-with-exhaustion-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-5457011056138269403</id><published>2009-09-23T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:10:15.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;lifeless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;life these days nothing besides work eat sleep. i don't see a need to bore readers about how boring internship + part-time job is. probably won't mention anything unless something interesting happens.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lunched with xiaodi and he actually thanked me for meeting him. got a little puzzled at first but then i realise, what he said actually made sense. after coming out to work, we all have somehow lost ourselves. i don't behave like myself at all, less talkative, less laughter, its just not me. feels as if i've lost the outside world. daily i look forward to get home and sink into bed. i've lost touch with facebook and every other thing i do online. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss my friends, i miss hanging out late, i miss talking rubbish, i miss laughing till i get fits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alrights, gonna wait for isk to call and turn in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-5457011056138269403?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/5457011056138269403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/5457011056138269403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/09/lifeless-life-these-days-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-6673144574720406203</id><published>2009-09-23T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:55:44.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Already Gone - Kelly Clarkson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" border-collapse: collapse;  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   line-height: normal; white-space: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Remember all the things we wanted&lt;br /&gt;Now all our memories, they're haunted&lt;br /&gt;We were always meant to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Even with our fists held high&lt;br /&gt;It never would've worked out right&lt;br /&gt;We were never meant for do or die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want us to burn out&lt;br /&gt;I didn't come here to hold you&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that it doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;Where we take this road&lt;br /&gt;Someone's gotta go&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't have loved me better&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to move on&lt;br /&gt;So I'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you makes it harder&lt;br /&gt;But I know that you'll find another&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't always make you want to cry&lt;br /&gt;Started with a perfect kiss&lt;br /&gt;Then we could feel the poison set in&lt;br /&gt;Perfect couldn't keep this love alive&lt;br /&gt;You know that I love you so&lt;br /&gt;I love you enough to let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that it doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;Where we take this road&lt;br /&gt;Someone's gotta go&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't have loved me better&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to move on&lt;br /&gt;So I'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already gone, already gone&lt;br /&gt;You can't make it feel right&lt;br /&gt;When you know that it's wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'm already gone, already gone&lt;br /&gt;There's no moving on&lt;br /&gt;So I'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember all the things we wanted&lt;br /&gt;Now all our memories, they're haunted&lt;br /&gt;We were always meant to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that it doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;Where we take this road&lt;br /&gt;Someone's gotta go&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't have loved me better&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to move on&lt;br /&gt;So I'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already gone, already gone&lt;br /&gt;You can't make it feel right&lt;br /&gt;When you know that it's wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'm already gone, already gone&lt;br /&gt;There's no moving on&lt;br /&gt;So I'm already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-6673144574720406203?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/6673144574720406203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/6673144574720406203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/09/already-gone.html' title='Already Gone - Kelly Clarkson'/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-4617685375999291827</id><published>2009-09-21T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:43:54.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;We'll skip goodbyes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had a weary long weekend, though it was much anticipated but turn out a bitch. seriously work ain't good with certain people and without certain people. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;isk&lt;/span&gt; made me change impression of guys somehow, i thought guys like him have extinct, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha!&lt;/span&gt; he's seriously that rare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's something wrong with brother, no one seem to know why he's having such weird mood swings and its starting to annoy me. mummy thinks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been bullying him, like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wth&lt;/span&gt;? i can't even manage my own free time, much less bother about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OHOH, did i not mention that GG season 3 is out already ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;week 2 of sip starts tomorrow, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; hoping it will pass as quick as lightning but with manageable workload.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 more months to twenty, like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-4617685375999291827?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/4617685375999291827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/4617685375999291827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-skip-goodbyes.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-5948349867653876067</id><published>2009-09-17T18:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T18:13:07.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing appeals beside my bed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes i've been on my bed since 9am, i think my butt has grown roots. be it eating, sleeping, munching, fb-ing, stoning and what not. only migrated to my table an hour ago. the anti-biotics prescribed measure at 1.5cm, how to not love medcine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meeting the girls later at chomps but i can't feast on stingrays, char kway teow and what nots. kinda lazy to get my butt out but i miss them and i'm driving, so yar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after resting for more than a day, i'm so reluctant to get back to work tomorrow but i'm looking forward to weekends back at ikea. did i mention i really cannot sit still for 8hrs working on excel files or whatever it has to be done. &lt;i&gt;jaclyn is a hyper active child and cannot stay still during her job.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alrights, gotta run to the shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-5948349867653876067?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/5948349867653876067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/5948349867653876067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/09/nothing-appeals-beside-my-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-7179342302824379742</id><published>2009-09-16T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:01:14.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sick Bird&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd day of sip, had to leave at lunch because i was super light headed. cabbed home, got mc for 2 days and i'm gonna rest well and keep my other days of mc free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really don't suit office job, though i'm doing things that i know like risk management but i cannot sit still for 8hrs and type non-stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;webcaming with cousin in sunny island phillipines (conversing in hokkien, haha!)and she lock the cockroach in the toilet cause she's too afraid to kill it. HAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok sleeping time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-7179342302824379742?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/7179342302824379742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/7179342302824379742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/09/sick-bird-3rd-day-of-sip-had-to-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-3950569336357176725</id><published>2009-09-15T09:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T09:18:11.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I struggle to keep myself awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day, no email account, can't get started with any work. Clueless to VBA &amp;amp; excel how to automate it? Somebody enlighten me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was pretty fucked up &amp;amp; yesterday my left knee kind of gave way. i stick salonpas and went to bed early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sleepy -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-3950569336357176725?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/3950569336357176725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/3950569336357176725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-struggle-to-keep-myself-awake.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-5014651249733598248</id><published>2009-09-13T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T01:00:53.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How could you be so heartless?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously big problem with my mood these days. droopy eyes to kick start the day with smalles crying 1 after another. then non-stop complains by customers about every other stupid thing that happens in the store, only at my counter. bad-luck or what? plus my left eye still irritate the hell out of me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mood's totally gone but thanks to geshy and fang (: even though i never got any better till the very moment still glad they were at work too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13hrs in ikea = backaches + sore legs + smelly feet + smaller eyes + attitude + evil thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Never regret anything, because at one point you wanted it."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-5014651249733598248?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/5014651249733598248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/5014651249733598248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-could-you-be-so-heartless-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-3374448700691976010</id><published>2009-09-12T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T08:37:24.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grams just left to sunny-island ): saying goodbye felt really weird. Owells just hope she won't stay long again. Ok iPhone sucks cause I cannot blog properly now. get off to work before bro discover I've been using. Guess mummy will change a blackberry for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-3374448700691976010?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/3374448700691976010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/3374448700691976010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/09/grams-just-left-to-sunny-island-saying.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-8505307217250547091</id><published>2009-09-11T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T02:17:52.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;But in the end it's still so lonely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;caught 2 movies with different people. did a mini shopping at newlook and zara, cheap deals from the kids area. love my new buys. all i need now is top bag and shoes, sounds like alot huh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the time traveller's wife is good, nearly cried. the book's always better so i'm gonna read it. final destination 4 in 3D, not really nice but isk &amp;amp; muds laughters and comments made it into a comedy for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;siemens singapore for sip and i'm starting on monday, good location since its so near, jerry's there so i have lunch buddy &amp;amp; the final deciding factor, pay is still unknown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sweets, i found out something as expected! so text/call me when you see this! lots to tell you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/Sqk-PjWiHUI/AAAAAAAAEoY/ZsCGp4WExZQ/s1600-h/Picture1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/Sqk-PjWiHUI/AAAAAAAAEoY/ZsCGp4WExZQ/s320/Picture1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379899666779479362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rebecca all the way from brighton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;many more of this to come since i don't sleep early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;miss you babe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-8505307217250547091?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/8505307217250547091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/8505307217250547091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/09/but-in-end-its-still-so-lonely.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/Sqk-PjWiHUI/AAAAAAAAEoY/ZsCGp4WExZQ/s72-c/Picture1.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-2447687078788751197</id><published>2009-09-09T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T10:20:18.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Smile when you're around,&lt;br /&gt;cry when you're apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaking annoyed. barely 6 hours of sleep and i got disturbed. i don't blame aunt for breaking her toe in her home at philippines. forced me out of bed to go online and book an air ticket for grams. then there is some security thing that cannot be done, bringing my mood a step closer to anger. Grams started on her nagged immediately and i totally shouted at her. seriously didn't mean to throw my temper on her but i just need my sleep. with grams going for another month again, the house gonna be so much quieter and we'll probably lose even more weight since we're lazy bums that don't cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my skin is itching and red. so glad i've gotten slightly tanner from yesterday's tanning session. caught dance flick last night with isk and realised something while talking to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna eat rosti before work since i can't get back to sleep. grrrrrrrr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-2447687078788751197?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/2447687078788751197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/2447687078788751197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/09/smile-when-youre-around-cry-when-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-2824175552356621830</id><published>2009-09-07T00:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T00:36:41.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never like send-offs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri had dinner at chomps with sweets, before having dessert at dessert bowl, shiok to the max! met klara before meeting becca pui pau at clarke quay. we had a mini farewell party for becca even though place/crowd/music was shit but company with my girls will always be awesome. i doubt we'll ever step into attica ever again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today is the day we send becca off to UK. its both klara &amp; mine dream to go there, she loves the place as for me partially for liverpool, haha. aside that, we had popeyes and a minor catching up with manda whom haven't seen since we left pl. the thing i hate about send off is, it gets me teary eyes and the urgh feeling when we were at the boarding gate. really sucks to see someone you've grown so close with being away for months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i rather she be here with us but then again it's a chance for her to explore the outside world and gain independence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So All The Best My Dear Sotong REBECCA. Make this trip a worthwhile one and don't get too homesick. As long as we keep in touch you'll be updated on whats happening. We'll be constantly missing you and giving you morale support. Hope to see you real soon, even though your plane probably flying across malaysia now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-2824175552356621830?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/2824175552356621830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/2824175552356621830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/09/never-like-send-offs.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-1556469759924875519</id><published>2009-09-03T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T23:08:39.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i'm ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss wu got feverish thus we gave sentosa a miss today. kind of surprise pui with the singing birthday card, totally retarded. satisfied our sushi craving at sakae sushi. wondered about vivo getting and oggling at stuff. merely window shopping for me, cause jaclyn is officially broke till the next pay day and doesn't want to touch the ka-ching in mr moo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fingers-crossed for good weather tomorrow, its gonna be a long long day for me. i can't wait for dinner though, chomps craving gonna be satisfied finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going back to 溏心风暴之家好月圆 (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-1556469759924875519?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/1556469759924875519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/1556469759924875519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-3135646752304653282</id><published>2009-09-01T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T14:00:00.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kick start my September. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously who would like an unknown call at 0230h of the day, when you're about to sleep. whats worst, the caller ain't dialed wrongly, its a woman who ruin your family. i don't understand where she found her guts to actually call my home twice and look for that useless jerk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the 1st call went like that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: Hello!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;20s of silence before she hang up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd call:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: HELLO!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bitch: *silence*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: Hello who is this?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bitch: Is your father around?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: HUH? Who is this?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bitch: Is your father Johnny Gan around?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: HUH WHAT?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i pass the phone to my drunken dad who just came home and almost saw him naked. totally spoiled my night. don't get why he actually bothers to come home when now his home is officially with her. &lt;b&gt;man like this should be screwing themselves and not give woman any more trouble.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i had the weirdest dream, i see myself smoking in the dream, puffing like an expert, mixing with  people i shouldn't? the next thing i know it was raining dinosaurs &amp;amp; elephants, as the thunder jolted me awake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-3135646752304653282?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/3135646752304653282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/3135646752304653282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/09/kick-start-my-september.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-6914829882746936846</id><published>2009-08-31T18:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:51:25.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Following  the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;W &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saturday i drove over to sweets place to play with moomoo &amp;amp; milo. we had laughing fits, over-whelmed excitement and even had a head-slam. send brother to work before heading to aunt's shop-house. food's awesome especially, awfully sinful awfully!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday's work was boring to the max. cashiering was like war-zone. cs was totally not fun cause the people that i enjoy working with weren't there. only the moments when i step into self-serve, as usual the guys there will always make my day somehow. waited for brother to end work before cabbing home together but while walking out of ikea, he killed a snail. the moment i hear the crack sound, i burst out into the laughter, even the uncle behind us can't help laughing. back home, continue to watch "you're my destiny" again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just completed 2 movies in a row, Up &amp;amp; Playboy Cops. Up is an awesome film to me. I like "South America is America But South." watching the movie just gets me reminiscing about my childhood fantasies. like how i always dream about owning my own theme park. crazy it is. as i get older my fantasies get more realistic and it seems reachable. i've just got a crazy new fantasy but ain't gonna share, i will if it happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what to do when i'm free from mp but the pool is close on mondays. will probably start working on my powepoint after dinner i hope. just one last thing before we conclude the end of Major Project (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh btw, brother and i needs another person with us then we can make our thailand trip a sucess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a list of movies i wanna catch, anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Band Slam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bruno&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Proposal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Overheard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orphan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Last House on The Left&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Time Traveller's Wife&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;G-Force&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fame&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Ugly Truth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-6914829882746936846?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/6914829882746936846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/6914829882746936846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/08/following-ra-i-n-b-o-w-saturday-i-drove.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-9090177631997337164</id><published>2009-08-28T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:42:39.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>REJOICE!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MP is considered officially completed. now all we're left is the presentation on wednesday and i'll work on the slides after replenishing my sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;upon reaching home, there was a din at home because brother's friends are here and they were making alot of noise. with all the noise i couldn't sleep and ended up watching mtv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really want to just lie in bed and sleep till tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-9090177631997337164?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/9090177631997337164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/9090177631997337164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/08/rejoice-mp-is-considered-officially.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-1862228569621790659</id><published>2009-08-28T05:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T05:05:50.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The final lap.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;manage to get the website live and recieve a handful of feedbacks, tomorrow is the last day to do the final touch up and submit by 15ooh, hopefully i can complete in time. have to bring laptop to burn the cd tomorrow ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the moment i got home, showered and started doing the report since 2000h till now, but i'm left with describing the user interface. hopefully i can complete it by 1800h.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just now i got a major dressing down from mummy. though it's partially my fault but still how could this have happen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i called mcdelivery and even though they got here in 15mins, its still bad ass service that the cup can just crack like that. resulted in green tea spilled all over the carpet in the living room. mummy screamed the hell outta me, charge to the tv and switch off the main switch. poof, she touched my laptop's power too. i screamed at her for being so careless even though i warned her countless times. thankfully my ms words was smart enough to auto save 5mins before the incident happen. otherwise i don't think i would be done by now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talked to sweets and she told me something uber disgusting, seriously turn off and thankful that it isn't me. the thought of it just makes me sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alrights i think i'm gonna catch a short nap before rushing down to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-1862228569621790659?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/1862228569621790659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/1862228569621790659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/08/final-lap.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-8068581007126125129</id><published>2009-08-26T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:19:20.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm living my heart's wildest fantasy&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm a happy girl now cause bro got me mars bar and kinder bueno!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other than satisfying my chocolate craving, i've been backtracking on my blog to get the time log sheet for mp. its the first time i find my blog so useful, other than archiving.  trying to recall what i've been doing the past 8wks is driving me nuts. a slight reminder to those that haven't done mp, please take note of how many hours you spend in school each day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone is on a report frenzy now, it makes me so sick of touching my keyboards now and dictionary.com is my favourite site now. the website we did has been up via webhost but there some problems with the css and i hope i can get it done by tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;should i get the new albums of michael learns to rock, mika &amp;amp; the westlife concert tour?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok back to report and more chocolates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-8068581007126125129?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/8068581007126125129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/8068581007126125129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-living-my-hearts-wildest-fantasy-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-5868084237953045177</id><published>2009-08-25T22:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:32:02.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;How far would you go?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this morning i saw my dad after 7days before i left for school. he look so thin &amp;amp; frail but it doesn't really matter to me. i guess i'm probably far worst than him since i weigh at 37kg, measuring at 163cm, with a bmi of 13.9. how cool is that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the school's webhost had so much problem while trying to fiddle with it, i gave up and fb. poor junie got fustrated with dreamweaver. left school with fang to fujitsu care center at funan it mall before towning to collect my stuff and grab a book from kino. dinner at paragon's fish &amp;amp; co. awesome seafood platter and jumbo freezy. topshop at ion to grab my shoes and home before heading home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my eyes have been hurting since evening and seriously not my contacts problem. not my eyes again. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something is very wrong with my facebook! i can't upload pictures and neither can i play roller coaster kingdom ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SpQACk_x_bI/AAAAAAAAEoI/3_iPVXxGQvw/s1600-h/n324796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SpQACk_x_bI/AAAAAAAAEoI/3_iPVXxGQvw/s320/n324796.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373920299650776498" style="cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my new book, thumbs up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-5868084237953045177?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/5868084237953045177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/5868084237953045177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-far-would-you-go-this-morning-i-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SpQACk_x_bI/AAAAAAAAEoI/3_iPVXxGQvw/s72-c/n324796.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-8301793602208625294</id><published>2009-08-24T17:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T17:17:49.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fernando torres'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>that same monthly agony.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;besides the annoying monthly affair that i complain all the time, i guess i had a slight food poisoning. both annoyingly woke me up at 0500h and left me whining in pain in bed. the next thing i knew it was 14ooh and shit i was super late for school. gave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;junie&lt;/span&gt; a call and giving school a miss. &lt;b&gt;final evaluation date is out and its in 9days. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 donuts &amp;amp; a cup of piping hot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;milo&lt;/span&gt; before falling asleep again on the sofa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SpJYxHClxDI/AAAAAAAAEoA/kEzwDVU4n5E/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SpJYxHClxDI/AAAAAAAAEoA/kEzwDVU4n5E/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373454906133169202" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my table looks like typhoon just popped by and i refuse to let grams help me neaten it.  soon enough, when i start losing my things, i should probably know why. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bf's&lt;/span&gt; picture is so distinct on my table mirror ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;genting&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thailand&lt;/span&gt; anyone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am going back to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-8301793602208625294?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/8301793602208625294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/8301793602208625294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/08/that-same-monthly-agony.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SpJYxHClxDI/AAAAAAAAEoA/kEzwDVU4n5E/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-8333320125258972195</id><published>2009-08-24T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T01:45:41.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Eating is my favourite hobby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just came back from supper with ikea gang. never fail to have lots of laughters with them around. eating will never be boring, all the little pep talks, just puts a smile on my face. plus we got some extra information out from brother, read makes me think whether have i been a good sister. being totally clueless, makes me feel so stranger to him. have i been to obsessed with my dear torres?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've this sudden urge to just leave the country for a short break, but then again i'm really restricted by my savings amount that has been depleting and mummy herself is so frugal. maybe i should just apply for osip and out of the country i go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SpF-I3jLQXI/AAAAAAAAEno/aY8Af-jHlNI/s1600-h/Photo0146-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SpF-I3jLQXI/AAAAAAAAEno/aY8Af-jHlNI/s320/Photo0146-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373214521245254002" style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;little ryan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SpF-KZhkwJI/AAAAAAAAEn4/nyzXP8pmUG8/s1600-h/054-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373214538423714258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-8333320125258972195?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/8333320125258972195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/8333320125258972195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/08/eating-is-my-favourite-hobby-just-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SpF-I3jLQXI/AAAAAAAAEno/aY8Af-jHlNI/s72-c/Photo0146-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-1596011577937615252</id><published>2009-08-23T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:36:49.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Avalanche of Egg-Citement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thought of mp coming to an end, totally excites me and makes me look forward to sip in hope that it wouldn't suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we ice skating at kallang leisure park, totally awesome but everyone got home with plenty of blisters on both feet. first time ice skating and i had many close-to-falling moments but eventually regain my balance. so i never fell even once but sweets fell a few times and i just pulled her and skate, so proud of myself (: dinner at seoul garden cause every other steamboat store is fully booked. overpriced but the company plus laughters made it up for all. everyone got home stinking very badly. took me a few showers to rid the smell. pictures already on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work today was super exhausting, had close to 6kids crying during my short 5hrs at work. there was this asian harry potter look alike, only 3yrs old, already wear specs and stick to me like honey &amp; bee. today's kinda torturing but i still manage to find a cutie every single time i work there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for wally to pick me up for supper, yong he!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-1596011577937615252?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/1596011577937615252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/1596011577937615252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/08/avalanche-of-egg-citement-thought-of-mp.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-836551630921448163</id><published>2009-08-21T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T01:13:00.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Behold my excitement.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;work was filled with laughters because siti &amp;amp; i were too bored, thus we found things to entertain ourselves. the silly jokes, drawings and gossips, thats what girls do anyway. besides the fact that we were munching non-stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just had supper and i think i really eat non-stop. i'm super tired now and so reluctant to do the brochure now but i must get it done, and complete the thing tomorrow. at the same time i don't feel like going to school tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chomp chomp tomorrow ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-836551630921448163?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/836551630921448163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/836551630921448163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/08/behold-my-excitement.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-2984541768545990286</id><published>2009-08-19T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:13:57.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In a total Dilemma!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how now brown cow? jaclyn doesn't know how to solved this situation at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mio's being a bitch again. almost all pages cannot load and they only load the left-half side of every single application in facebook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously fml!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-2984541768545990286?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/2984541768545990286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/2984541768545990286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-total-dilemma-how-now-brown-cow.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-873103356167789435</id><published>2009-08-19T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:18:50.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cause you had a bad day, you're taking one down.&lt;div&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if only that can work now. only work was good, every other thing just screwed up. am freaking tired now but i can't sleep )):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the only thing that keeps me happy for now is, clam chowder campbell soup with bacon bits and a scoop full of rice. awesome but this happiness won't last for long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my back's aching so bad and my eye lids weigh a thousand tonnes, how to get through this night doing mp? fuck mp ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-873103356167789435?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/873103356167789435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/873103356167789435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/08/cause-you-had-bad-day-youre-taking-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-3540518386023748053</id><published>2009-08-17T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:29:01.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;You're always on my mind,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;while i'm racing, while i'm paper chasing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;missed halfy while on my way to school, texted her and she replied quick  ((:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's a sense of accomplishment. went to school without junie today and i did my work consistently with very little distractions. hopefully we can get everything done asap. punggol nasi lemak craving satisfied with yujian but the place was so hot we scrammed off immediately after knowing i don't have to get dinner for my "dearest" brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i still have a list of cravings to satisfy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;chocolate cake, preferably lana's cake or awfully chocolate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fried mars bar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bak kwa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seafood platter, fish &amp;amp; co.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;thick french toast with lotsa maple syrup&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;prawn mee soup at chomp chomp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;so if you have any of the cravings i have, please date me and we'll go satisfy it together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are so many movies i wanna catch but i don't even have the time and even missed a few. hopefully i can secure a few movie slots after getting mp done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;i have the weirdest mummy. she's rushing her report but still dancing to my playlist!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a very random note, i feel like filling the entire ceiling in my room with balloons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-3540518386023748053?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/3540518386023748053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/3540518386023748053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/08/youre-always-on-my-mind-while-im-racing.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-571622690027051071</id><published>2009-08-16T13:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T16:10:47.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We're spinning on a roller coaster ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm totally burned out, my body system is reacting to it and it just makes me feel even more lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thursday - only day off from work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;couldn't get my lazy ass to school, stayed home, mcwings meal upsized and waited for mummy to return with the car. halfy's surprise, sweet &amp;amp; heartwarming. its been long since i've had so much laughter in such a short period. awfully chocolate was awfully sinful but i'm still waiting for dom to get it for me (: a pity mummy had to rushed me home, missed the movie with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friday - over-worked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't know why we took so long to get the website done for mp when we could have started way earlier. anyways i have to do more research to enhance the website ): work at smalland was taxing. for the first time there were so many kids crying in a day. overtime for 75mins to replenish the show room catalogue, i swear not to stay in the store pass 2345hrs, aircons and lights switched off. everyone at home headed to chomps for supper and i had to wait for my share, char kway teow and sweet potato soup, awesomeness! only got to bed at 2am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saturday - 13hrs at ikea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cashiering and cs half day each. finger got cut while at cashier, only realised after seeing blood stains on the cash box. dinner with fang and the rest from cs and recovery. had mars bar and now i'm totally craving for fried mars bar! left with fang pass 11 and waited quite some time for cab. phad thai for supper with sweets on the phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today is officially rest day and i'm not gonna touch anything and recuperate. spurs vs the reds tonight is a must watch and i hope preview channel won't stop tonight since mummy doesn't want to get the football channel for me ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cannot stop sneezing, i think i'm sick again )):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-571622690027051071?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/571622690027051071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/571622690027051071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/08/were-spinning-on-roller-coaster-ride.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-3824458167216721855</id><published>2009-08-13T02:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:39:49.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I See You Smile &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;by Bad English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Sometimes I wonder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;How I'd ever make it through, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Through this world without having you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I just wouldn't have a clue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;'Cause sometimes it seems &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Like this world's closing in on me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;And there's no way of breaking free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;And then I see you reach for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Sometimes I wanna give up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I wanna give in, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I wanna quit the fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;And then I see you, baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;And everything's alright, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;everything's alright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;When I see you smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I can face the world, oh oh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;you know I can do anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;When I see you smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I see a ray of light, oh oh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I see it shining right through the rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;When I see you smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Oh yeah, baby when I see you smile at me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Baby there's nothing in this world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;that could ever do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;What a touch of your hand can do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;It's like nothing that I ever knew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;And when the rain is falling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I don't feel it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;'cause you're here with me now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;And one look at you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Is all I'll ever need, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;you're all I'll ever need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;When I see you smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I can face the world, oh oh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;you know I can do anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;When I see you smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I see a ray of light, oh oh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I see it shining right through the rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;When I see you smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Oh yeah, baby when I see you smile at me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Sometimes I wanna give up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I wanna give in, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I wanna quit the fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;And then I see you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;And everything's alright, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;everything's alright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;So right... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;love this song even though its so old. just got done with cousin's stuff, probably zonked out soon. don't even have the time to work on CSS ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;gets me happier than ever (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-3824458167216721855?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/3824458167216721855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/3824458167216721855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-i-see-you-smile-by-bad-english.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-7238640033422677946</id><published>2009-08-13T00:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:10:51.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;HAPPY TWENTEEN BIRTHDAY MY HALFY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;SENDING MY TELEPATHIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(255, 0, 0); line-height: 20px; font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(255, 0, 0); line-height: 20px; font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;through the phone ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;and i still top the list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-7238640033422677946?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/7238640033422677946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/7238640033422677946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-twenteen-birthday-my-halfy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-2963278829221872579</id><published>2009-08-11T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T02:11:41.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what am i to do at this hour ):&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just after i'd adjusted myself to the most comfortable sitting position and watch the first 15mins. windows media player threw a bitch fit on me. now my dumb vaio cannot even read the dvd )):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i'll just sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-2963278829221872579?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/2963278829221872579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/2963278829221872579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-am-i-to-do-at-this-hour-just-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-2133463597881107223</id><published>2009-08-10T11:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T02:37:00.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't escape this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, straight through my heart.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY MY DEAREST BARBIE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope you enjoyed your day and come down to TP if you want your present. i'm sorry i wished you late, poor jaclyn has been slogging hard in her yellow uniform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't wait to see you really soon, the endless talks and cam-whoring session!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still kind of upset i missed this year's ndp, the heartwarming feeling (: mummy's super regretting now for now getting tickets. hope she gets it next year. even missed the replay cause of some annoying bitch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got requested to go early for work and she should be grateful we agreed but in return we got that, wtf? receiving a call so last min and only left 45mins for 2 person to shower, have dinner and get down to work is ridiculously too much to ask for. so you should be glad we were 15mins past 5 and not even later, instead you told us that crap. thankfully i was in and out of the office, glad the others make my day better. good when you have great friends working everywhere, recieve smiles almost everywhere. hurt my index toe thanks to brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i forsee the next 2 weeks would be the busiest as we rush through the final lap of mp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tonight's slightly quieter, without any company i think i'll probably finish up forensic heroes 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-2133463597881107223?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/2133463597881107223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/2133463597881107223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-cant-escape-this-straight-through-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-4319216413131237246</id><published>2009-08-09T00:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T00:49:47.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey, isn't this easy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taylor Swift's You Belong With Me is as awesome as her. ok i'm gonna backtrack a little. thurs i had the longest supper with yujian after work. started eating at plaza mac at about 11.30pm and the next thing i know it was about 4am. got an earful from mummy, owells thats what mothers do right. couldn't wake up on time for school on friday and eventually just went straight to work and drama happen when i came home. i really wonder why aunt and uncle wanna push her to the extreme, she's like 23 already?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today cashier was tiring, since i've not work morning shift for ages, it totally worn me out before i start at smalland with all the kiddies. dinner break with tickle-me-geshy and working with him sure gives me the advantage, haha! there was this super joyful boy that i had fun playing with but he totally change my impression after putting up a struggle with him. poor weihao nearly loose his glasses, got whacked by him with the bottle and i got boxed while trying to lock him down on the floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/Sn2mUcloKzI/AAAAAAAAEng/V1TwHQA7niI/s1600-h/Photo0135-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/Sn2mUcloKzI/AAAAAAAAEng/V1TwHQA7niI/s320/Photo0135-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367629201097108274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan Ng, the best looking today, a huge hug before he left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/Sn2mT_1gi-I/AAAAAAAAEnY/xekorcEXDrw/s1600-h/Photo0134-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/Sn2mT_1gi-I/AAAAAAAAEnY/xekorcEXDrw/s320/Photo0134-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367629193379089378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i forgot her name but the cut on her nose leaves and impression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/Sn2mTtKvKVI/AAAAAAAAEnQ/5SpC6SorLvs/s1600-h/Photo0131-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/Sn2mTtKvKVI/AAAAAAAAEnQ/5SpC6SorLvs/s320/Photo0131-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367629188367853906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lover of the day. a huge peck on my cheek and a big hug before he left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/Sn2mTewg9aI/AAAAAAAAEnI/D3VLlDOmH1E/s1600-h/Photo0128-pola.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/Sn2mTewg9aI/AAAAAAAAEnI/D3VLlDOmH1E/s1600-h/Photo0128-pola.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/Sn2mTewg9aI/AAAAAAAAEnI/D3VLlDOmH1E/s320/Photo0128-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367629184499774882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sweets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the next 4 days will be spend working or school and work, probably won't update i guess. i wanna watch UP! but i don't think i'll have the time to catch it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-4319216413131237246?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/4319216413131237246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/4319216413131237246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-isnt-this-easy-taylor-swifts-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/Sn2mUcloKzI/AAAAAAAAEng/V1TwHQA7niI/s72-c/Photo0135-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-6607879825909921456</id><published>2009-08-07T18:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T18:30:00.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sweet like sugar.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;halfy is really sick and i really want her to get well asap, her birthday is drawing closer. So halfy dear please get well oks, telepathy ain't working well when you're sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;barbie lim i have the song you posted on your blog, if you want i'll send it to you (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok better get to work with the yellow people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-6607879825909921456?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/6607879825909921456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/6607879825909921456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweet-like-sugar.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-1075070656189256875</id><published>2009-08-06T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:45:05.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Clumsier each day!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i never was so stupid, i happily wore my favourite orange shoes but ended up with very bad blisters on both legs which stings everytime i bathe ): after all the bruises i get from work on tues, i think i'm getting old. just now when daddy offered to pick me up[like suddenly so protective], i knocked my head while getting into the car and all he did was to laugh at me -_- my legs are covered with bruises and it really sucked cause it looks so freaking ugly ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;besides the fact that i keep getting myself knock here and there, got nothing out of blood test report and they arranaged a check-up for my digestive systems, on 2nd nov. i guess i might have gained weight by then or lose even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;G.I Joe: The Rise of Cobra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love the movie, partially cause Channing Tatum and Byung-Hun Lee is so effing hot, other wise the plots and actions are just right for a 2hour movie. it would be much cooler if i can catch the 3D version. company was awesome too and of course catching up with sweets made the day even better. ex-boyfriends are so yesterdays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my my i find myself getting attracted to you each day (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-1075070656189256875?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/1075070656189256875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/1075070656189256875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/08/clumsier-each-day-after-all-bruises-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-1645339204922210221</id><published>2009-08-05T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T02:12:24.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My brain's officially switched off. I wondered why i click on new post when i totally ain't in the right state of mind for blogging. Jaclyn probably can't sleep now cause of the blood test report tomorrow but still gonna force herself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can think of is ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-1645339204922210221?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/1645339204922210221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/1645339204922210221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-brains-officially-switched-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-2977580565071972631</id><published>2009-08-04T13:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:11:49.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;We're so close yet so far.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bubble tea and shaker fries to kick start my day at mp. last night spin resulted in migraine and i had a full 11hr sleep. ended up replying the wrong person, so embarassing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fang's birthday celebration last night was awesome, we girls got really high and had a hell lot of fun. the next one would be barbie's birthday. all pictures are up on facebook (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;working later and fang's gonna start work at the same time, somehow i cant wait to have my darling working with me at the same location. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrow i'll be getting my verdict from the blood test report and i don't wish to get any bad bad results, please pray to all gods for me, as i'll be praying too. movie with sweets and the rest in the night, G.I Joe. can't wait for tomorrow to come, be it good or bad day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alrights back to flashing ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-2977580565071972631?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/2977580565071972631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/2977580565071972631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/08/were-so-close-yet-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-6745425497850501936</id><published>2009-08-03T14:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:39:22.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No stress, not even stress at all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're into wk 6 of our mp and right now i'm sitting in the mp lab playing bejeweled, blogging and now i feel like sleeping. i think my sense of urgency isn't here yet cause i somehow accomplish getting all static stuff up and now its just the dynamic part. ohmemy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm seriously in no mood to get things done today. i guess i'll just end up falling asleep here, since i am feeling so lethargic now. god knows why i stay up late all night long on msn and fb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY 19TH DARLING FANG!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;forget all annoying people and enjoy your happy day with us ((:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;me &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like what geshy says, i don't want history to repeat and i'll be the one getting hurt in the end. so now how brown cow? jaclyn is thinking too much again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-6745425497850501936?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/6745425497850501936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/6745425497850501936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-stress-not-even-stress-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-1008043283478277067</id><published>2009-08-02T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T04:11:02.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The arrival of august.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random meet up with jy. super nice of him, to come all the way down from upper thomson to pick me up from ikea tampines after work. off to chomp chomps, rk eating house and then to ice cube. sat at some bench talking, laughing at what nots and ended up trying to hit each other's sensitive spots. we must be really cranky to behave like idiots swopping from bench to bench. things between us somehow feel different, don't know why but just never had this kind of feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to fang's to kick start the birthday season, where it comes one after another and i'll get to see all happy faces of my lovelies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousin called awhile ago and i guess we're gonna talk till our hair dries and fall asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-1008043283478277067?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/1008043283478277067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/1008043283478277067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/08/arrival-of-august.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-3894115760125634349</id><published>2009-08-01T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T16:02:07.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday school was awesome since mp started, not saying mp days with my partner sucks. but it was even greater to see 2 people i miss a hell lot around me in school. i met barbie at the bus stop, i just couldn't stop smiling when i saw her. waited for fang to finish her mp meeting before heading down to design school for lunch. sweets reserved place for us. the career talk was a tad too boring, we took our necessary brochure's before heading back to concourse to waste the time away by catching up, laughing and just random talks. collected my hdd from yujian and thanks a million and 1 times once again, though i'm not sure if you'll read this. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doubled date with barbie, eileen and sweets. early dinner at super dog before venturing around downtown east and eventually end up at the arcade playing hoops, table soccer and spongebob. The hangover, is freaking awesome, we totally love it, especially when i have salted popcorns. sweets and i laughed the loudest throughout the movie and tried immitating the Mr Chow, in his super annoying slang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bused home with sweets and it just pains me to see sweets cry. sighs ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i woke up at 8am, only after 4hrs of sleep to attend some orientation at ikea. not too bad, got to know more about the company. wanted to get my camera from geshy which ended up so wrong. there were too many people and i offered some help, which in turn probably get me into some minor trouble cause i wasn't in my uniform. owells, not that i was there to kidnap the kids. mummy picked me up but i drove home fast enough, to get me filled with lunch and a whole 2.5hr of sleep. soon, i'll hit the showers and off to work once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't what feeling it is, crush or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-3894115760125634349?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/3894115760125634349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/3894115760125634349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-your-biggest-fan-ill-follow-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-2978411061867809</id><published>2009-07-29T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T22:24:18.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm a &lt;b&gt;Flasher&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Study too much flash and you'll become a flasher." quoted by fanglin, seriously i wonder where she got that thought from, maybe she got inspired when she saw pal's msn conv with me. like "Down South", "South North" i really wonder where he got all these from. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i got out of bed without any difficulty, first time i was so on time, even managed to grab something from the bakery before heading to school. arrived school pretty early and i got started with flash, the fisrt 2hrs i was so fustrated with myself, i kept bugging pal and jy to help me out, even thought of paying them to do it for me. But NONO i have to be independent and learn things myself even if it takes longer time and i have to reschedule the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brains eventually figured out and i manage to get a full page with simple animation working. now i am pinning my hopes on pal to help me solve the button before i can move on to the other pages which ain't exactly the problem now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be another day back in school as mr paul wants to see us. but i'm still figuring out how to get joomla working with my own html codes, so annoying )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accompanied fang to tm to swop her pants but she got diverted to cp cause it was out of stock. i got toriQ for dinner, triple yums and she knowing i was sitll coughing had taiwan cripsy chicken in front of me. am still coughing like there's no tomorrow. i feel something missing, so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweets faster come online!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-2978411061867809?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/2978411061867809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/2978411061867809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-flasher.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-8683160037129145728</id><published>2009-07-28T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:59:41.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallin' For You&lt;br /&gt;by Colbie Caillat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know but&lt;br /&gt;I think I maybe&lt;br /&gt;Fallin’ for you&lt;br /&gt;Dropping so quickly&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should&lt;br /&gt;Keep this to myself&lt;br /&gt;Waiting ’til I&lt;br /&gt;Know you better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying&lt;br /&gt;Not to tell you&lt;br /&gt;But I want to&lt;br /&gt;I’m scared of what you’ll say&lt;br /&gt;So I’m hiding what I’m feeling&lt;br /&gt;But I’m tired of&lt;br /&gt;Holding this inside my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been spending all my time&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about ya&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m fallin’ for you&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been waiting all my life&lt;br /&gt;and now I found ya&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m fallin’ for you&lt;br /&gt;Fallin’ for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I’m standing here&lt;br /&gt;And you hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;Pull me towards you&lt;br /&gt;And we start to dance&lt;br /&gt;All around us&lt;br /&gt;I see nobody&lt;br /&gt;Here in silence&lt;br /&gt;It’s just you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying&lt;br /&gt;Not to tell you&lt;br /&gt;But I want to&lt;br /&gt;I’m scared of what you’ll say&lt;br /&gt;So I’m hiding what I’m feeling&lt;br /&gt;But I’m tired of&lt;br /&gt;Holding this inside my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been spending all my time&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about ya&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m fallin’ for you&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been waiting all my life&lt;br /&gt;and now I found ya&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m fallin’ for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin’ for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just can’t take it&lt;br /&gt;My heart is racing&lt;br /&gt;The emotions keep spilling out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been spending all my time&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about ya&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m fallin’ for you&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been waiting all my life&lt;br /&gt;and now I found ya&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m fallin’ for you&lt;br /&gt;I’m fallin’ for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stop thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;I want you all around me&lt;br /&gt;And now I just can’t hide it&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m fallin’ for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t stop thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;I want you all around me&lt;br /&gt;And now I just can’t hide it&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m fallin’ for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m fallin’ for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohh&lt;br /&gt;Oh no no&lt;br /&gt;Oh no no no&lt;br /&gt;Oh I’m fallin’ for ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-8683160037129145728?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/8683160037129145728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/8683160037129145728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/07/fallin-for-you-by-colbie-caillat.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-1973092331100583485</id><published>2009-07-28T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:58:32.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If august was my last month,&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what i'm gonna go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels like i'm on a coughing frenzy. all day long i cough non-stop, even while showering, eating and even sleeping. soon i'll probably cough my lungs out, before the blood test results are out. 7 more days before i collect the results, only god knows what deadly virus has gotten into me. just can't help but worry all day and night. what if i were to die even before i complete my mp? its just scaring me, knowing that i can get anything, from heart problems to cancer to h1n1 to retardation to etc... what if i end up as a burden. urgh it sucks to be waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spend the entire day either sleeping or playing biotronic on fb. cause yj overtook me and make it even harder this time round, doubling my highscore. i know its a waste of time but stupid flash had to crash on me and leaving me useless staying at home. what a wrong time to fall sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-1973092331100583485?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/1973092331100583485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/1973092331100583485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-august-was-my-last-month-i-have-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-2868029326057723876</id><published>2009-07-27T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:02:59.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My First Blood Test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 1pm and couldn't put away the thought of going to the doctor. dragged my lazy bum to wash up before making way down to sengkang polyclinic. had to queue under the flu-like symptoms, where everyone else was sneezing and coughing as crazily as me. the doctor was in such a hurry all i heard was "Go take your blood and come back next week for results. We'll call you if anything bad happens." totally left me in a daze. immediately i ask if it was painful. this male nurse took a tube of blood from me, it hurts and numbed my entire left hand, leaving it feel useless. until now i'm still in shock that he took so much blood from me ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homedl, ate, took my medicine and slipped into coma for 3hrs. until my left hand still lack of energy and the entire body is jelly-fied. now i can't help but worry what the report will say. what if it i have cancer or whatever? )): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn the sense of uncertainty sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think a certain someone is really cute but is it the same way round for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-2868029326057723876?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/2868029326057723876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/2868029326057723876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-blood-test.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-4714404094562481790</id><published>2009-07-27T02:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T02:27:25.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOU'LL NEVER WALK ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaclyn still is very much in the excitement of the reds here in singapore and it will probably take some time to die down. Her boyfriend was awesome throughout 30mins of playing time ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-4714404094562481790?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/4714404094562481790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/4714404094562481790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/07/youll-never-walk-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-2975518583010283345</id><published>2009-07-26T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T03:58:16.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jaclyn is crazily awake and too sexcited for the big game later.&lt;br /&gt;how to force myself to sleep?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-2975518583010283345?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/2975518583010283345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/2975518583010283345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/07/jaclyn-is-crazily-awake-and-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-816215475820902505</id><published>2009-07-25T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T19:44:06.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monthly affair, that i hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally it came, sounds wrong but which girl wouldn't whine and complain about it. it came later than expected, just hope it won't hurt me and make me feel jelly-fied. i'm still coughing very badly and its bad. pal tried to revive my flash this afternoon but its given death sentence now. probably have to spend my everyday in the freaking cold mp lab, with the sucky mp computer assigned to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ion orchard is freaking huge and messy, klara and i only covered some shops b2 downwards but we got ourselves freaking tired and headed home. its really sucky to shop when you only have $1.40 in your bank acc. its the first time i'm so broke and still surviving until my next pay comes in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogger still looks abit shitty and its super hard to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw my boyfriend yesterday, so close yet so far. got me all jumpy and hype up even though i was standing on the barricade. plus some annoyingly un-genlteman, pushing me away to catch a glimspe of my boyfriend. all i had to do was push them back with the evil grin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suppose to work today but am in no state to serve customers and i needa recover for the big thing tomorrow. tired to work on flash but seriously it just keep crashing on me. eventually gave up and played biotronic, where i proudly get a new highscore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes and the thought of august drawing closer, i don't know to love it or hate it.&lt;br /&gt;3rd aug: darling fang 19th&lt;br /&gt;6th aug: pay day&lt;br /&gt;9th aug: work with double pay?&lt;br /&gt;10th aug: barbie's 19th&lt;br /&gt;13th aug: halfy's 20th&lt;br /&gt;17th aug: geshy's 20th&lt;br /&gt;26th aug: sweet's 19th&lt;br /&gt;yes sad case cause i have some debts to repay but on a happier note getting pressies for my hotties/doods will definitely put a huge grin on their face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going for dinner at chomps and i'm so gonna love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-816215475820902505?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/816215475820902505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/816215475820902505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/07/monthly-affair-that-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-2707735429355287966</id><published>2009-07-24T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T13:02:56.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Flash makes me sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently bloggers works for now? i feel so disgusted after seeing some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my throat's really bad and my nose running like a tap ): gotta cancel work tomorrow, looking at the state i'm at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm going to see my boyfriend no matter what. its like he'll never come to sunny island singapore again. call me crazy, i don't care, which idiot will give up a chance like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights i heading off now and will be back soon with boyfriend pictures before continuing with ewww flash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-2707735429355287966?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/2707735429355287966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/2707735429355287966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/07/flash-makes-me-sick-apparently-bloggers.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-3296799556265255332</id><published>2009-07-21T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:00:38.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blogger is problematic, will update when i can see a proper page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm suffering on bad gastric pains )):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-3296799556265255332?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/3296799556265255332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/3296799556265255332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogger-is-problematic-will-update-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-7978294995827324498</id><published>2009-07-21T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T01:15:48.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i Kissed a Girl and i Liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working at smalland was a tad too boring cause it was a weekday but there were still a few that caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;there was this little girl thats only 3yrs old, she stick to me like glue, climbed up to my lap, make me cuddle her, hug me and eventually kissed me when she left. the funny thing was she wanted to kiss my lips but i turned away, afraid her parents not happy about it, she planted the kiss on my cheeks. she actually grew so attached to me in just 60mins, regret forgetting to take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;then there was this little boy, super duper wuper cute, cannot even speak properly but always dragging us to the dvd player to change movie.&lt;br /&gt;the prettiest girl of all the kids i took was this caucasian girl name charlotte. she had turqoise eyes with blonde hair. her mum is like 10times sexier than her and her brother equally beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i feel like swimming but a tad too lazy to get my buttocks outta house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-7978294995827324498?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/7978294995827324498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/7978294995827324498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-kissed-girl-and-i-liked-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-3297880966239539124</id><published>2009-07-19T16:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T16:28:08.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SmLUke15mBI/AAAAAAAAEnA/kbf7piPHsh8/s1600-h/Tom+Fletcher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SmLUke15mBI/AAAAAAAAEnA/kbf7piPHsh8/s320/Tom+Fletcher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360080229743826962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Fletcher cute 到要死!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;falling in love by mcfly is dope and tom fletcher doesn't look like harry potter ok foo chuan jie! i'm gonna start reading harry potter and the half blood prince again. totally like it when i imagine the scenes while reading, since the movie ain't that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-3297880966239539124?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/3297880966239539124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/3297880966239539124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/07/tom-fletcher-handsome-falling-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SmLUke15mBI/AAAAAAAAEnA/kbf7piPHsh8/s72-c/Tom+Fletcher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-3747088829417429650</id><published>2009-07-17T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T01:10:01.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, we could've fallen in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hisato, really lives up to his name. but shunji matsuo really has people from all walks of life, klara and i had great views to their fashion sense. and speaking of that, snipped about 2.5inches off my hair and i love it. lunched at thai express, due to sudden craving, random talks about hisato. random shopping spree at cotton on again, even though we swore not to shop. caught Ice Age 3 and we totally laughed out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trained down to kovan to meet halfy. i really love the people she work with, cause they will always allow me to wait for her to knock off by her side. after work, we decided to grab a bite at xin wang hongkong cafe and thats where my nightmare began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously bad ass attitude from the people there. we ordered 2 ice milk teas, prawn paste chicken, gyoza and pork chop bun cause i'm a pork lover. everything seem so perfect until the very last bit of the pork chop bun. upon chewing i found this piece of hard thing and spitted out. as halfy was on the phone, i tried to figure out what it was and eventually it led to a dirty chipped nail. once halfy got off the phone, i made her examine the thing before calling the manager. the manager totally tried to bribe me by saying it was a piece of harden bread crumb, like what the fuck. even though i'm not a cook person, i so can tell a difference between a bread crumb which is brown to a chipped nail which is semi-transparent. the manager glady avoided every single dismay by asking this waiter-boy to come talk to me. tried to put my point across, don't know why halfy can understand what i mean and he can't. Owells, i gave up making my stand, even though they decided to void the item off the receipt. we both were super disgusted, that we forgot to take a picture BUT i'm so gonna call their customer relations and lodge a complain for bad customer service, since i'm in the line too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRAMS TURN 70 TODAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner tomorrow with the entire family, except for small aunt who's enjoying away in london. gonna take many pictures and enjoy bonding time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-3747088829417429650?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/3747088829417429650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/3747088829417429650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-we-couldve-fallen-in-love-hisato.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-4360159286094294052</id><published>2009-07-14T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:16:48.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A song for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ynYFr4aaDW/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ynYFr4aaDW/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a fan of korean songs but this song is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today wally made a last minute decision to meet up for movie. he picked me up and off we went to amk hub. caught The Haunting In Connecticuit, love the storyline but the shocks really jolted me countless times and the maggots nearly got me puking. back to ikea to meet colin and uncle allan for their breaks, listen to them complain about "chinaman" and every other gossips. dinner at summer breeze, located at the previous fisherman's village in pasir ris park. awesome ambience, perfect for birthdays, anniversaries and other special occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back home, i saw dad, been some time since i've seen him around at home. then he started questioning me about school and then it let to you. haha, i forgot to even told him about us. so weird, he used to detest you coming over and now not seeing you around he's asking so much. guys guys guys, so hard to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reformatted my vaio and now its awesome, lesser unneccary programs and every other stuff is stored in my hdd. i can't wait for saturday, to meet sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waka-waka is super addictive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-4360159286094294052?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/4360159286094294052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/4360159286094294052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/07/song-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-8683549889788378263</id><published>2009-07-12T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T15:04:24.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not a day goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MY SWEEETS!&lt;br /&gt;this morning i called sweets but sissy answered and she actually said i sounded damn sweet. obviously right, since i'm calling for sweets. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now when i don't work, i don't know what to do at home besides reading up on flash and think of mp. otherwise, my eyes are glued to the teewee, watch hk drama again and again, hbo movies again and again,  MJ's music videos again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday, wally picked me up after mp meeting and we went to his friend's bistro in pasir ris park. the place is freaking awesome to chill and you can ride on a horse for $10 but its only for 1 big round. me likey the place and will go back again. then we went on a road trip to the roads at the end of singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SlmGCTMfAwI/AAAAAAAAEl4/qo3DN5VSpfs/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SlmGCTMfAwI/AAAAAAAAEl4/qo3DN5VSpfs/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357460605804413698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SlmGBy-igOI/AAAAAAAAElw/zNRjOQzveY4/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SlmGBy-igOI/AAAAAAAAElw/zNRjOQzveY4/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357460597155987682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SlmGBkv3sYI/AAAAAAAAElo/jiTtu-NU7qk/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SlmGBkv3sYI/AAAAAAAAElo/jiTtu-NU7qk/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357460593336365442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SlmGBOWz8VI/AAAAAAAAElg/-4bBlMTIxHE/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SlmGBOWz8VI/AAAAAAAAElg/-4bBlMTIxHE/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357460587325682002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SlmGAS1_lQI/AAAAAAAAElY/IRNMubLxTf0/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SlmGAS1_lQI/AAAAAAAAElY/IRNMubLxTf0/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357460571350340866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SlmG4WXhgpI/AAAAAAAAEmg/yP9wytahhlM/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SlmG4WXhgpI/AAAAAAAAEmg/yP9wytahhlM/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357461534368957074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pony wanted to charged at wally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SlmG3zI31_I/AAAAAAAAEmY/L2PlHDxT0HM/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SlmG3zI31_I/AAAAAAAAEmY/L2PlHDxT0HM/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357461524912265202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SlmG3RH5dYI/AAAAAAAAEmQ/1xCx21DVY4g/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SlmG3RH5dYI/AAAAAAAAEmQ/1xCx21DVY4g/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357461515781371266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changi airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SlmG3NBla9I/AAAAAAAAEmI/gn-MHXC6jzk/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SlmG3NBla9I/AAAAAAAAEmI/gn-MHXC6jzk/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357461514681150418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunt passed mummy my louis vuitton bag, looking pretty and yesterday the delivery man delivered our new mattress, though its freaking high, i can bid goodbyes to unknown bruises all over me ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SlmG2usX6gI/AAAAAAAAEmA/XEnM1rI1i6o/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SlmG2usX6gI/AAAAAAAAEmA/XEnM1rI1i6o/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357461506539121154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SlmIMjD2zoI/AAAAAAAAEm4/oTU1htsEKvA/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SlmIMjD2zoI/AAAAAAAAEm4/oTU1htsEKvA/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357462980885139074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SlmIMAkWSsI/AAAAAAAAEmw/IPa3bIZytU8/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SlmIMAkWSsI/AAAAAAAAEmw/IPa3bIZytU8/s320/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357462971626179266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SlmILzIF8VI/AAAAAAAAEmo/YS4lRxErVDk/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SlmILzIF8VI/AAAAAAAAEmo/YS4lRxErVDk/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357462968018006354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;these days have been sugary, from sweets &amp;amp; geshy. plus the 20mins on-going laughter during break yesterday, really love working with the right people around. can't wait for work later ((: ((: ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to go shorter for my hair, probably next week with klara's date. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-8683549889788378263?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/8683549889788378263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/8683549889788378263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-day-goes-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SlmGCTMfAwI/AAAAAAAAEl4/qo3DN5VSpfs/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-3789015416784295485</id><published>2009-07-09T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:01:11.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simplicity it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day when halfy came over, blogger went haywire and i couldn't blog with pictures, thus all uploaded on fb. MJ's tribute was heart-wrenching, grams stayed up to catch a glimpse of the gold casket. towards the end when paris spoke up, i just teared along. but well the king of pop has left us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday pal was super late even though i left home much later than planned time. we caught duplicity and its stupidity for a 2hr movie. i fell asleep somewhere in the middle and my bladder nearly bursted, a tad too boring, i'll rate it 0.5 out of 5 stars. played with his dslr and manage to get a hang of it. took a handful of pictures and just waiting for him to send it all to me, since he refuses to upload them on fb. work at night till last customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i woke up to becca's text, showered and got myself out of the house. met becca and her mum for lunch at ikea before we start our shopping. her mum is super funny and cute, just like my mum. we just kept laughing and she says its good can help me put on weight? we wanted to go for a swim but the dark clouds floated by and her mum dropped me home. packed my drawers, desk &amp;amp; added some flowers to the current, now its so tidy and pretty, sets my mood everytime i look at those flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SlXyDIUjfQI/AAAAAAAAElI/WXPSFcx548Q/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SlXyDIUjfQI/AAAAAAAAElI/WXPSFcx548Q/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356453467414297858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heart-shapped mirror super bimbo but me likey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geshy have been texting me and it totally keeps me occupied the entire day, sho sweeet! caught 2 movies today, blades of glory very very lame, i took a nap halfway. cadet kelly is a disney movie but not too bad, even grams watched it before. recently my eyes have been glued to the teewee, i don't even feel like coming online. the fastest way to get me is to call my house, if you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SlX26Ao-oRI/AAAAAAAAElQ/Xy8PSwgexYs/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SlX26Ao-oRI/AAAAAAAAElQ/Xy8PSwgexYs/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356458808291795218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this snail just crawled into my house. grams picked it up and place it back on the tree outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i miss sweets so much, i'm dying to meet up. but we're both occupied with work. i'm working almost everyday cause of the sale going on now and haven't been racking my brains for mp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-3789015416784295485?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/3789015416784295485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/3789015416784295485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/07/simplicity-it-is-day-when-halfy-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SlXyDIUjfQI/AAAAAAAAElI/WXPSFcx548Q/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-1577843645800901291</id><published>2009-07-07T14:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T14:53:53.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi jerene!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-1577843645800901291?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/1577843645800901291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/1577843645800901291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/07/hi-jerene.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-3716871052376286831</id><published>2009-07-07T12:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:50:14.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm so over it, I've been there and back&lt;br /&gt;Changed all my numbers and just in case you're wondering&lt;br /&gt;I got that new&lt;br /&gt;I'm a single girl swag&lt;br /&gt;Got me with my girls and we're singin' it...sing!&lt;br /&gt;na na na na, na na na na&lt;br /&gt;hey hey hey&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;br /&gt;na na na na hey, na na na na hey,&lt;br /&gt;hey hey hey&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yZCr0kfTBgk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yZCr0kfTBgk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song tops my playlist now. aunt called and my lv is here, woots. but now a wallet caught my eye. grams is already on the plane now and i cant wait to hug her. extremely long update with pictures later tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-3716871052376286831?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/3716871052376286831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/3716871052376286831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/07/goodbye-im-so-over-it-ive-been-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-449794907530203624</id><published>2009-07-01T01:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T01:30:26.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;like a jellyfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SkpC4MVAK-I/AAAAAAAAEkw/gTf9ZHsSgvg/s1600-h/jellyfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SkpC4MVAK-I/AAAAAAAAEkw/gTf9ZHsSgvg/s320/jellyfish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353164640232680418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the briefing today was a total waste of time, slept throughout the 2nd though. met mr paul for mp stuff and tomorrow will be another meeting. guess this mp will be a very difficult one, for june and i, looking at the other 2 members. owells, resigned to fate and work doubly hard to achieve at least a B, i hope (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cabbed down to ikea cause i was freaking lazy to take 2 buses under the hot sun. fang had her interview, we had cones before wondering about the store and i got a new toy. dinner with colin, wally and uncle allan at west plaze before rushing back in time for work. nice senior i got to guide me, no cash-related mistakes made and i'm a fast learner. but my legs are jelly-fied and my eyes are seeing numbers/bar-codes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaclyn is working doubly hard for school and money. that old man of mine, not contributing to the family at all. Mummy is my idol, she's so independent, working full-time, providing us with everything we(grams, bro &amp;amp; i) need/want/use, paying for the stupid old man's debt and even doing 90% of the house-hold chores. So i must behave like a soon-to-be 20 year old that works hard for what i want and build up my very own trust fund for rainy days. plus with the list of wants, ranging from affordable to pricey, and if i were to further my studies? i really need to save up. so i'll probably won't be online as often now, since i'll be mp-ing &amp;amp; cashier-ing on weekdays, cs-ing on weekends. which means on off days i'll be too tired to even go out. thus, my dear friends should pre-arrange dates or else i'll be too busy with school &amp;amp; work. And and i'm not anorexia ok, can't be help if i'm losing weight now.&lt;br /&gt;I really adore my mummy for giving her all for us. As for that useless old man, i really hope for a day he change but i'll never give him the respect he deserve nor will i look up to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independent that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dear sweets, i'll be busy from now on but that doesn't mean i won't have time for you alrights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-449794907530203624?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/449794907530203624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/449794907530203624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/07/like-jellyfish-briefing-today-was-total.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SkpC4MVAK-I/AAAAAAAAEkw/gTf9ZHsSgvg/s72-c/jellyfish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-5380409399514222461</id><published>2009-06-29T15:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:50:49.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dopey dope dope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasted trip to the pool, dumb committee closed it for maintenance. called everyone else but nobody picked my call, thus i detoured home. ransacked my cupboard for old collection of Westlife, boy i was so crazy over them during my teenage years, with both rebeccas and pui. and now still go gaga over nicky even though he's married, ultimate sexyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;An empty street, an empty house&lt;br /&gt;A hold inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone, the rooms are getting smaller&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how, I wonder why, I wonder where they are&lt;br /&gt;The days we had, the songs we sang together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all my love, I'm holding on forever.&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for the love that seem so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so can recite the song backwards. just now i was listening to Nobody by Wonder Girls, i know the period is over but now i'm addicted to it. the weather's a total spoiler, hopefully it stops then i'll meet diana to slack at macs. school is official for those doing mp, but i just dread it. just imagine going to school for a day just to do project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;randoms between pal &amp;amp; i&lt;br /&gt;Nfcj says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; i want a mini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nfcj says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; a not so mini driving a mini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nfcj says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; sounds cool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaclynnn ★ says:&lt;br /&gt;not very cool&lt;br /&gt;Nfcj says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaclynnn ★ says:&lt;br /&gt;cause you'll probably cannot drive properly&lt;br /&gt;Nfcj says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; says who?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaclynnn ★ says:&lt;br /&gt;SAYS JACLYN THE GREAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides this, he never fails to annoy me over the phone, don't know why he enjoy me raising my voice at him. crazy fella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweets i miss you and you should faster get home and call me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-5380409399514222461?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/5380409399514222461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/5380409399514222461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/06/dopey-dope-dope.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-2599133679722597517</id><published>2009-06-28T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:09:58.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stuck in love with each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SkeDhXkb11I/AAAAAAAAEko/KBs7Ume9EW8/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SkeDhXkb11I/AAAAAAAAEko/KBs7Ume9EW8/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352391291438880594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweets surprised me at work with a stalk of flower, totally shocked me to see sweets sitting in front of my counter unknowingly. made my day triple ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a stuck song in my head, heard it while driving back, it something like " every thing you do, makes me so in love with you" somebody please tell me what it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-2599133679722597517?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/2599133679722597517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/2599133679722597517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/06/stuck-in-love-with-each-other-sweets.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SkeDhXkb11I/AAAAAAAAEko/KBs7Ume9EW8/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-6157000610021637084</id><published>2009-06-28T01:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T01:39:03.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You're my sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;my only sunshine, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sweets&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working is the only exciting thing over the weekends. i ate alot at work today but my tummy is having weird reactions. almost everyone i know has watched transformers but ratings ain't that good. so should i watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday i get &lt;span&gt;sugar over-dose. &lt;/span&gt;sweet sweets love over the phone now and loving it!&lt;br /&gt;jaclyn misses sweets &amp;amp; coco!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-6157000610021637084?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/6157000610021637084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/6157000610021637084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/06/everyday-i-get-sugar-over-dose-working.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-5673249160887002633</id><published>2009-06-27T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T16:03:25.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SEXCITING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweets gonna get hamsters, fawesome! once sweets get hammies, sweets house i'll be at most of the time. cannot wait to see the hammies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to work and missing sweets already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-5673249160887002633?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/5673249160887002633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/5673249160887002633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/06/sexciting-sweets-gonna-get-hamsters.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-6327825374991199505</id><published>2009-06-27T04:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T04:46:01.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>panic attack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweets got me super high over the phone, resulted in some panic attack but i totally enjoyed it. sweets just hoping this time round it work out, fingers-crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm turning in, need to wake up earlier than my usual weekends to get my car decal. its a die die must have and hopefully it will be less crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. my tailbone hurts from doing sit-ups at the fitness corner. disadvantage of being skinny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-6327825374991199505?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/6327825374991199505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/6327825374991199505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/06/panic-attack-sweets-got-me-super-high.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-5564036618773695044</id><published>2009-06-27T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:19:20.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Accomplished!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ran at least 5000m and 40 sit-ups and 2.5 man pull-ups. rewarded myself with a cup of bubble tea after exercising. but surprisingly my speed is still there, i'm getting myself geared up for napfa test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random craving for pepper lunch and we drove down to hougang mall to satisfy it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweets just called triple ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-5564036618773695044?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/5564036618773695044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/5564036618773695044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/06/accomplished-i-ran-at-least-5000m-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15387820.post-8010052671315934926</id><published>2009-06-26T16:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:52:25.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You make me crazier crazier crazier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drank expired milk and have been getting the runs. but then the not so leaky nose and fatigue i have made me wonder if i had h1n1, fingers-cross it isn't. i'm so bored at home, i don't know what to do. weather's perfect for evening jog, and i just hurried brother home to go jog with me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wondered, if you ever felt guilty for hurting someone who gave you her everything, there will never be anyone that can replace her in your life, in time to come you might just regret. BUT on a lighter note, the photo that i fell head over heels for, the very first that captivated me, lost the glow. it no longer works on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss sweets, its only 2days. can't get sweets of my mind. sweets and i should go on a secret rendezvous, fall deeply in love and get married. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've never gone with the wind, just let it flow&lt;br /&gt;Let it take me where it wants to go&lt;br /&gt;Til you open the door, there's so much more&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen it before&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to fly but I couldn't find my wings&lt;br /&gt;But you came along and you changed everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lift my feet off the ground&lt;br /&gt;You spin me around&lt;br /&gt;You make me crazier crazier&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I'm falling and I am lost in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You make me crazier crazier crazier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched from a distance as you made life your own&lt;br /&gt;Every sky was your own kind of blue&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted to know how that would feel&lt;br /&gt;And you made it so real&lt;br /&gt;You showed me something that I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;You opened my eyes and you made me believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lift my feet off the ground&lt;br /&gt;You spin me around&lt;br /&gt;You make me crazier crazier&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I'm falling and I am lost in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You make me crazier crazier crazier oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you showed me what livin' is for&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hide anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lift my feet off the ground&lt;br /&gt;You spin me around&lt;br /&gt;You make me crazier crazier&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I'm falling and I'm lost in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You make me crazier crazier crazier crazier crazier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15387820-8010052671315934926?l=taintedballoons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/8010052671315934926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15387820/posts/default/8010052671315934926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taintedballoons.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-make-me-crazier-crazier-crazier-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn Gan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EMk5xeCyv-o/SNnlglth9aI/AAAAAAAADyc/kQzBfFw15oI/S220/nylcaj1285.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
