tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161467192011-04-22T05:19:46.779+08:00Joselynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13641152583369326099noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16146719.post-58489751237295422332007-08-01T17:05:00.000+08:002007-08-01T17:32:53.461+08:00<span style="color:#cc33cc;">Friends - those people you can't live without. </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">True friends - the limited people whom you can trust and rely on.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Friends are no doubt very important people in my life. However, as the bond gets stronger, the expectation escalates as well. I've encountered certain incident lately which sets me into thinking what should i expect from my true friends? </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Well, a close friend of mine agreed to meet me and another 2 fair maidens for dinner. It was supposed to be a post birthday dinner cos your truly felt that her birthday won't be completed without a birthday meal with the 3 of them. The 4 of us are bestest of friends by the way. So he called me in the afternoon to inform me that he may need to work late but he'll try to meet us and he'll give us a ring ard 5 plus 6 to confirm if he's meeting us or not. </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">So we waited and its 5 plus 6 and no phonecall. We took turns to call him but there's no answer. So we waited til 7pm and all of us were hungry so one of us called him and he finally answered. So she asked...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Her: Hey u coming to meet us? We are famished and waiting for yr call.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Him: Oh i cant meet u girls. I have tonnes of work to do. My boss la...give me so much work...yada yada yada...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Her: Oh so where are you now?</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Him: Im outside.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Her: Outside? Arent you supposed to be working? Where you going?</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Him: Im gonna meet my gf for dinner.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Her: .......</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I was furious. We were all furious. So i texted him and said he's being a bitch for treating us like that. No reply, no phonecall and no apology even till now. </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Close friend?</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Expectation?</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I dunno what to expect. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16146719-5848975123729542233?l=chocolatefattish.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joselynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13641152583369326099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16146719.post-12338663677062634662007-03-22T15:37:00.000+08:002007-03-24T23:03:04.940+08:00<span style="color:#cc33cc;">Yeah. Finally... i have time to breathe. </span><div><div><div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Handed in my fyp first draft on monday and just had my QC quiz today.<br />It has been 3 lack-of-sleep weeks for me. (Im sure same goes to the rest of final year students.)</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Right now, i can finally go shopping and set my feet in orchard. hahaha</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">And not to forget planning grad trip with the rest.</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Supremely excited. </span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Cant wait to go travel fair and squeeze with 5000 ppl to get hold of the flyers. </span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Anyway... here are some belated photos from the BBQ gathering at Dr Loo's place. </span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">He's my fyp supervisor by the way. He's nice, for now. hohoho.</span></div><div> </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nx7hTCQj8E4/RgI1o-uwEMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0yiMmKCgdI/s1600-h/IMG_0083.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044653510758502594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nx7hTCQj8E4/RgI1o-uwEMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v0yiMmKCgdI/s320/IMG_0083.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">The fellow female sufferers of biomat lab. hoho</span></div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nx7hTCQj8E4/RgI46-uwENI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mvnvym6EWI8/s1600-h/IMG_0087.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044657118531031250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nx7hTCQj8E4/RgI46-uwENI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mvnvym6EWI8/s320/IMG_0087.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">My darling hazel and i.</span></div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nx7hTCQj8E4/RgI5cuuwEOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wnBz1fZJuhU/s1600-h/IMG_0090.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044657698351616226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nx7hTCQj8E4/RgI5cuuwEOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wnBz1fZJuhU/s320/IMG_0090.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">The luckiest guy alive.</span></div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nx7hTCQj8E4/RgI-quuwEPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CoKiT135fDU/s1600-h/IMG_0095.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044663436427923698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nx7hTCQj8E4/RgI-quuwEPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CoKiT135fDU/s320/IMG_0095.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Our male maid, Melvyn. </span></div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nx7hTCQj8E4/RgU7OeuwEQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/a34sEHAH1A0/s1600-h/IMG_0098.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045504077491867906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nx7hTCQj8E4/RgU7OeuwEQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/a34sEHAH1A0/s320/IMG_0098.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Note the guy carrying the purple present. </span></div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nx7hTCQj8E4/RgU8CuuwERI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7_Me-s8z9E8/s1600-h/IMG_0100.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045504975140032786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nx7hTCQj8E4/RgU8CuuwERI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7_Me-s8z9E8/s320/IMG_0100.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">The purple present becomes a wife! hurhurhur. He's my supervisor actually.</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">We had fun. </span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Those who din come missed out lots. </span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Im not talking about <span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong>Regina</strong></span>. </span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">No personal attack over here. </span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Heehee. </span></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16146719-1233866367706263466?l=chocolatefattish.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Joselynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13641152583369326099noreply@blogger.com0