<?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-19206620</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:09:14.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Engross Stupidly Silly in the World of Retail</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-117491004377159144</id><published>2007-03-26T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T20:54:03.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;- Should I . . . ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5834/334/1600/255755/green%20dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5834/334/320/817151/green%20dress.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dress from River Island. Damage to wallet $105.00!!! Should I get it? Can wear to wedding lunch on 8 April. But where else can I wear it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other dresses I tried . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5834/334/1600/241867/black%20flower%20dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5834/334/200/370275/black%20flower%20dress.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5834/334/1600/279930/silkydress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5834/334/200/21299/silkydress.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damage to my pocket is still the same. But I think the black flowery one also not bad. But still prefer the green one. Is it to casual to wear to a wedding lunch? The last time I went to a wedding was when I was 12. Somebody help me . . . :(&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/19206620-117491004377159144?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/117491004377159144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=117491004377159144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/117491004377159144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/117491004377159144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2007/03/should-i.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-117490953282032637</id><published>2007-03-26T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T20:45:32.826+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://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5834/334/1600/916349/mummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5834/334/320/909757/mummy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;- 2 weeks ago I was at this place, where . . . -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5834/334/1600/487218/jessen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5834/334/320/516655/jessen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Retarded brother with was there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5834/334/1600/447568/mummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5834/334/320/534940/mummy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mummy was there too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5834/334/1600/423846/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5834/334/320/356481/me.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And . . . I was there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5834/334/1600/85535/tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5834/334/320/689450/tag.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was tagged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5834/334/1600/150448/drip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5834/334/320/342074/drip.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I was mercilessly poked! PAINFUL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ends my 1 day tour in NUH on 12 March 2007. Going home with 1 week MC and bruises from the poking. That's my 1 week holiday from the hell-hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/19206620-117490953282032637?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/117490953282032637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=117490953282032637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/117490953282032637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/117490953282032637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2007/03/2-weeks-ago-i-was-at-this-place-where_26.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-117422377579059910</id><published>2007-03-18T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T22:16:15.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Only Time Will Tell -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Congrats" that's the most common word I been hearing for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I really be happy over it? Should I really be over the moon? Should I really be glad that I got it? Should I really be excited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOULD I . . . ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have absoulately NO idea! I am filled with uncertainties myself, in the midst of the "Congratulations" from others who seem more excited than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it actually mean a better future? Will it actually mean a better life? Will it actually mean a happier me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WILL IT . . . ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONLY TIME WILL TELL . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-117422377579059910?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/117422377579059910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=117422377579059910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/117422377579059910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/117422377579059910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2007/03/only-time-will-tell-congrats-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-116633242724934619</id><published>2006-12-17T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T13:13:47.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;0- Cute Guys -0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Did I ever mention that I find this 2 guys really cute. *slurps* Gosh. I think there's something seriously wrong with my eyes but they just have the x-factor. I love bad boys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5834/334/1600/419078/VuongHy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5834/334/200/231832/VuongHy3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5834/334/1600/951547/francis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5834/334/200/990640/francis.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Confessions of a urban working horse ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Sleep before 11pm&lt;br /&gt;- Wake up at 6.45am&lt;br /&gt;- Take an hour long jounery to Orchard&lt;br /&gt;- Work my arse off til past 6pm&lt;br /&gt;- Take an hour long journey back to Jurong&lt;br /&gt;- Watch telly&lt;br /&gt;- . . .  and the cycle goes on and on and on and on . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful life. So much excitement. I need a life. Where has it gone? Somebody save me from boredom . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/19206620-116633242724934619?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116633242724934619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=116633242724934619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/116633242724934619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/116633242724934619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/12/0-cute-guys-0-did-i-ever-mention-that.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-116169930770501550</id><published>2006-10-24T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T22:15:07.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ARGHHHH ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;End of the day. End of a public holiday. It's a working day tomorrow again. Arghhhh . . . *pulls hair* Why can't weekends be longer? Or why can't there be more public holidays? Why is it that I dread going to work? Is this job suitable for me? Arghhhhh . . . *scratch head* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I need to study. Why is it that each CPA module is like freaking 70 over pages? *pulls hair* How to finish and be ready for exam on Thursday morning? Arghhhh . . .  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Another day of phone calls and emails. Another day of telling people "I have no idea.", "I'm not sure", "I'll check it out for you", " I will get the Sales Manager to get back to you" etc etc. Arghhhh . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I really want to go back Perth. I really do. : ( &lt;/span&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/19206620-116169930770501550?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116169930770501550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=116169930770501550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/116169930770501550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/116169930770501550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/arghhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-116152771105567219</id><published>2006-10-22T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T22:35:11.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt; - Gathering - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Couple of peeps came over to my house yesterday night to have dinner and a game of monopoly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/monopoly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/320/monopoly.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;One reason why I never like the idea of people coming to my house is that mummy will make such a big fuss about it. When I told her that a couple of my friends will be coming down. She insisted on cooking dinner. Which I insisted there was no need for her to cook. But finally gave in to the idea of curry chicken so that she can stop nagging. Lo and behold at the end she cooked like 5 dishes!?! From 1 curry chicken to 5 dishes! *slaps head* So much food how to finish?! And the worst thing and the reason why I don't like people coming is that she will insist that I PACK MY ROOM!!! I hate cleaning my room. *bleah* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, after some small hicups, Kevin, Yvonne, Chuen and Cheryl managed to arrive safely. It's fun having dinner together and playing monopoly. With good company, time flies even if we are doing nonsensical things. A Saturday ended with laughters and lots of gossip and updating of life. As we grow older and with different focus in our lifes, finding time to go out together is getting difficult. But as long as we learn to cherish that quality few hours together I believe friendships can still grow and strengthen. Hopefully we can find more time to do such "gaming" sessions together. &lt;/span&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/19206620-116152771105567219?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116152771105567219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=116152771105567219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/116152771105567219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/116152771105567219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/gathering-couple-of-peeps-came-over-to.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-116135817949910142</id><published>2006-10-20T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T23:29:39.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Updates of my Life -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Hmmm . . . Technically nothing much to update b'cos nothing much is done. For the past 2 days, woke up at unearthly hours, take an hour long bus ride to town, walk from Shaw Towers to Goodwood Park Hotel in heels, sweating like a pig and ta dah . . . start working nonstop until lunch time den eat den start working nonstop until . . .  until things are done. Sianz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I totally cannot understand how can some people wear heels for so long and everyday! My legs are threatening to come apart. And that is when I still wear my birkis within the office. I totally cannot understand how can those peeps in the office wear their suits throughout. It is super hot lor. I always sweat wearing it. CANNOT TAKE IT! The con of hospitality is that I have to wear suits everyday even if the temperature outside can cook an egg. SUCKS. Heels SUCKS too. But well the work itself it's fun. As to the idea of always constantly on your feet with things to do. But the lack of knowledge and the proper hand over from the previous peeps sucks. But all in all I guess it's fine. We will see in the long run if the whinny Jes will come out and start grumbling and bitching bout the job. Muhaha. But I miss my slacking life. SIANZ. Really need to be a tai tai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Once again eye is badly sore. Freaking stupid lah. Have no idea what is wrong with it lah. Need to go make a pair of black geeky glasses already lah. Gathering at my house tomorrow night. Finally getting a chance to meet up with a few peeps after nearly 3 weeks in Singapore. Hibernating has ended for Jeslyn. Time to face the world. Muhaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-116135817949910142?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116135817949910142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=116135817949910142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/116135817949910142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/116135817949910142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/updates-of-my-life-hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-116104858573856057</id><published>2006-10-17T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T09:29:45.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Bum -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am such a bum. I woke up early with the intention of taking the long bus ride down to Orchard for my IELTS oral test. (The same test which I took a bus down for yesterday morning. That's another story)  I woke up at an unearthly timing of 8.30am. Showered and changed. On the lappie and since then my arse have been stuck to the chair til now. I have given in to the temptation of cabbing! Arghhhh . . . A thrifty and spendthrift jes had an argument in my head. I finally gave in and decide that it's too far to walk from Orchard Hotel to Traders Hotel again esp in the haze (which I did yesterday). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haiz. It's always so tempting to take a cab in Singapore. Someone tell me. HOW TO SAVE MONEY LIKE THAT?! *bangs head* :( I am going broke. All my money going to the stupid cab uncles who make my life miserable when I attempt to drive in Singapore. Arghhhh . . . Irony of life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-116104858573856057?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116104858573856057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=116104858573856057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/116104858573856057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/116104858573856057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/bum-i-am-such-bum.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-116072418743599837</id><published>2006-10-13T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T15:23:07.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)~: boo hoo hoo :~( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chipped my front tooth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;*boo hoo hoo*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And it's not as if I was eating crabs or something. I was eating "LUO MAI GAI"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;*boo hoo hoo* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bite on the fork and my tooth chipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;*boo hoo hoo* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's my front tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;*boo hoo hoo*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called mummy and whine about my front tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;*boo hoo hoo* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to mummy's clinic to file the tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;*boo hoo hoo*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a chipped sensitive tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;*boo hoo hoo*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt: I need to stop being so careless. Woa piang. First I walked into a tree and now I chipped my tooth eating luo mai kai. *slaps head*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-116072418743599837?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116072418743599837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=116072418743599837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/116072418743599837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/116072418743599837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/boo-hoo-hoo-i-chipped-my-front-tooth.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-116057982431003996</id><published>2006-10-11T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T23:17:04.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;- Craving -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/sushi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/320/sushi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have the sudden craving of going for Sake Sushi's buffet. *slurps* But sadly my friends are either working, studying or they do not eat seafood / raw food. Haiz. Should continue my search for someone who will go for Sushi buffet with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been back for almost 3 days liao. Have yet to venture out of my area. The furthest I went was Polyclinic, not counting the trip to Changi Airport to pick Daddy Mummy up. *slaps head* Such a lazy bum. The weather is really bad. Hot and humid. *yucks* I need to get used to it before I can step out and head to town. &lt;/span&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/19206620-116057982431003996?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116057982431003996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=116057982431003996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/116057982431003996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/116057982431003996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/craving-i-have-sudden-craving-of-going.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-116056456574419780</id><published>2006-10-11T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T19:02:45.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- 100th Post -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Muhaha. This is the 100th post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am back in Singapore for a unknown period of time. Until I get my Australian PR. I realise I do miss Australia. I want to go back. I need to pray really hard for the application to go through ASAP and sucessfully. Peeps please pray hard for me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the peeps back in Perth. I miss the freedom I have back in Perth. I miss the lack of nagging back in Perth. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-116056456574419780?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116056456574419780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=116056456574419780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/116056456574419780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/116056456574419780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/100th-post-muhaha.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-116036252306763198</id><published>2006-10-09T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T10:55:23.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Question and Answer Session -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/320/view.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is the view when I wake up everyday. Guess where am I? *grinz* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Answer will be out tomorrow ...&lt;/span&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/19206620-116036252306763198?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116036252306763198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=116036252306763198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/116036252306763198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/116036252306763198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/question-and-answer-session-question.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-115961314172943213</id><published>2006-09-30T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T18:45:41.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;- Down - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't understand why is it that I will definitely get sick every change of season! Super sianz lor it technically means that I get sick like 4 times a year over here in Aussie! Sometimes it's more than the number of times I get sick back in Singapore. *diao*  I hate being sick. Especailly when the doctors here are not very much of a use. No antibotics only common flu medicine. *diao* I hate stuffed nose. I cannot breathe! I cannot smell. I cannot taste. Why do I have to fall sick every season? *bleah*&lt;br /&gt;I want to get well before my convo! *cross fingers* I do not want to walk up stage and sneeze into the Chancellor's face. &lt;/span&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/19206620-115961314172943213?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115961314172943213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=115961314172943213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115961314172943213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115961314172943213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/09/down-i-dont-understand-why-is-it-that.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-115880365761791423</id><published>2006-09-21T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T09:54:17.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Gossip vs Concern -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;It's such a fine line between gossiping or  asking/talking about someone else's life because you are sincerely concern.  The line is so fine and the line is also not clearly defined that sometimes people just cross over the line knowing or unknowingly. I think we need to learn to refrain ourselves from discussing about someone else's lives. Because as we talk about events happening in their lives it normally starts off as pure concern for them but slowly it crosses the line and moves onto the gossip zone when personal views and thoughts are added in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The thought came to my mind because I am just simply amazed at how many people that I hardly talk to and hardly know very well knows what is happening in my life. Words seriously spread faster than a bushfire. And unlike a bushfire there is no way to extinguish it. *sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-- off to work -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-115880365761791423?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115880365761791423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=115880365761791423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115880365761791423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115880365761791423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/09/gossip-vs-concern-its-such-fine-line.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-115816546867820765</id><published>2006-09-14T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T00:37:48.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Random &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but yet not so random thoughts&lt;/span&gt; ... -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do I &lt;/span&gt;have to share everything with people? People that are relatively not that very much close to me. People that are supposedly there to "look after" you. People that supposedly I am accountable to? But the point is I don't even give accountability to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do I &lt;/span&gt;have to share things with people? Things that they think they should be concern about? Things that supposedly just involve me, myself and I? Is it that hard to just things under wrap? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Why does it seem like someone else must know about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say it's purely out of care and concer. But have they even thought that maybe all these care and concern is too much for one to bear? I know sharing will reduce the weight of my burden but sometimes I think involving more people seems to add weight onto the already heavy burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should just live in isolation, on an No-Man island where there's nobody else except ME MYSELF AND I! Even if I think I will explode with all the issues, problems, trouble I have to bear but I think I will die a happier person that way. I think I will . . . &lt;/span&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/19206620-115816546867820765?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115816546867820765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=115816546867820765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115816546867820765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115816546867820765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/09/random-but-yet-not-so-random-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-115781934897783957</id><published>2006-09-10T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T00:29:08.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;- Sun, Sea &amp; Sand -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/collage25.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/320/collage25.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/19206620-115781934897783957?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115781934897783957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=115781934897783957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115781934897783957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115781934897783957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/09/sun-sea-sand.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-115747498831807431</id><published>2006-09-06T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T00:49:48.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;- Me, Myself &amp; I - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I decided to do something tomorrow. I decided to go to the beach tomorrow - ALONE! That's something great for me. Me! Being alone! It's a definite NO NO! I am someone who thinks that eating alone is super tragic! Me who will try all means to get someone else to go shopping with me. That is ME! I decided that I should take an hour bus trip to the beach tomorrow to suntan! I need a tan badly! I am super fair til it's disgusting! I need to get myself tan tan tan! Hopefully the weather will be fine tomorrow! *cross fingers* According to, the not very trustworthy, weather forecast it most prob will not rain and it should be sunny. *cross fingers* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I am going to spend some time with Me, Myself, I and GOD. Let's hope I will hold onto my decision to go to the beach alone tomorrow and spend some ME ME time. &lt;/span&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/19206620-115747498831807431?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115747498831807431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=115747498831807431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115747498831807431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115747498831807431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/09/me-myself-i-i-decided-to-do-something.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-115649684783423367</id><published>2006-08-25T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T17:07:27.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;- 40 hours Famine -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;World Vision has 40 hours famine every year. I tried to fast food for 40 hours last year and it was dreadful! Super miserable. This year I decided that I should fast my lappie for 40 hours! For those who know me well enough will realise that being online is the next most important thing to me. Hopefully I will make it through with no aftermath! Muhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fast starts today at 8pm until Sunday 12noon. 3 more hours before I have to swore off my computer. *sob sob* And it doesn't help that I am watching Meteor Garden on YouTube which means that I will not get to watch my Meteor Garden from Friday night to Sunday noon! *growl* But for the East Timor kids I should conquer all! Muhaha.&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/19206620-115649684783423367?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115649684783423367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=115649684783423367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115649684783423367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115649684783423367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/08/40-hours-famine-world-vision-has-40.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-115615000022818353</id><published>2006-08-21T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T16:46:40.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;- MISSING -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;*boo hoo hoo* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;My new and favourite pen is missing! I cannot find it anywhere on my table or my bag. I knew I brought it to church. *sigh* I think and I am quite sure it is with the twins' mum because I loan it to her to fill her 40 hours famine booklet! *boo hoo hoo* Hope she remembers about it and bring it back for me next week. I have no idea how to ask it back from her. *boo hoo hoo* My pretty pretty pen is gone. Cross fingers &amp; pray hard that Yvonne remembers that it's my pen and she will return it to me next week. Otherwise, 15buckaroos gone and another 15buckaroos gone to get myself a new one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;*boo hoo hoo* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-115615000022818353?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115615000022818353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=115615000022818353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115615000022818353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115615000022818353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/08/missing-boo-hoo-hoo-my-new-and.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-115589731990460658</id><published>2006-08-18T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T18:35:20.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; 0 Question of the Day 0 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: How dumb and stupid can Jeslyn Leong gets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*ponders ponders*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A: Apparently VERY DUMB! B'cos she actually WALKED INTO A TREE!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damnit. How stupid can I be?! I actually walked into a tree! And the battle wounds? I got 3 scratches on my face! MY FACE! The already cannot make it face got worst by attaining 3 scratches! And I never mentioned that there were 2 other times that I almost walked into the back of a stationary cars. One is a van with a huge plank sticking out of the car. I almost walked into the plank! And the other time I almost walked into a back of a huge SUV! 0_o How dumb can I be? I need to stop looking down when I walk! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And to add to my stupidity when I knocked myself into the tree, the branches flicked my glasses off and airhead Jeslyn's first thought was "DID I WEAR GLASSES OUT OF THE HOUSE?" o_0 *dang* WHAT A DICK HEAD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And to end my day with a BANG! A wire rack came crushing down on my head when I was at work. :( *WAILS* I told Yvonne that I think I am going through the suay-est period of my life man! *boo hoo hoo* I need hugs and kisses to make up for everything. &lt;/span&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/19206620-115589731990460658?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115589731990460658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=115589731990460658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115589731990460658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115589731990460658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/08/0-question-of-day-0-q-how-dumb-and.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-115580643501501583</id><published>2006-08-17T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T17:20:35.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;- Break -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A couple of weeks ago, I told him I think I need a break. And I want to draw myself away from everything. But he did not reckon so and refuse to let me go. He rejected my request to give myself a break.  But the sweetest thing is that he told me to go on a holiday. He will pay for my air ticket. But I did not think that a short holiday will solve everything. I did not take up his offer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Fastforward a few weeks. I am still as tired as I was few weeks ago. I still think I need a break and get myself away from everything. But it does not seem right to wash my hands off everything at this time when the big event is coming up in 5 weeks time. The need to get away is so intense. I will go on an endless break after the event and he no longer have the right to say NO to me. He has no choice but to let me go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hope this long break will do me good. And things will be clearer between us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/19206620-115580643501501583?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115580643501501583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=115580643501501583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115580643501501583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115580643501501583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/08/break-couple-of-weeks-ago-i-told-him-i.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-115577774004480970</id><published>2006-08-17T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T09:22:20.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Procastination Pills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haiz. I think I had an overdose of procastination pills. These pills are pure evil. The creator should not have came up with it in the first place! Overdosage on these pills really cause adverse effects! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need to get rid of the effects of this pills from my body system. It's breaking me down. Anyone knows the solution? I seriously need help! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Overdosage of medicine is No fun. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;*boo hoo hoo*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/19206620-115577774004480970?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115577774004480970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=115577774004480970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115577774004480970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115577774004480970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/08/procastination-pills-haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-115495459146632888</id><published>2006-08-07T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T20:43:11.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;- DEEP SHIT - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got myself into so much shit that I have no idea how to get myself out of it. DARNIT! I hate myself for being a procastinator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DARNIT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/19206620-115495459146632888?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115495459146632888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=115495459146632888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115495459146632888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115495459146632888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/08/deep-shit-i-got-myself-into-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-115470198616650347</id><published>2006-08-04T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T22:33:06.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH . . . I wanna go back to the past. Why does it seem like ministry is so hard? Isn't it just purely between God and me? What is it getting more and more complicated? GIVE ME A BREAK!&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-115470198616650347?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115470198616650347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=115470198616650347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115470198616650347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115470198616650347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/08/arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-115450766235633718</id><published>2006-08-02T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T16:34:22.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dislike confrontation. And this is a trait in me since I started to make decisions for myself. I am one who will rather swallow everything and suffer in silence than to voice it out. However, for a fact I do know is that, even if I do not voice my unhappiness out my body language and facial expression and replies to the other party will tell it all. But sometimes I try hard to not show it. I would rather swallow it and I mean after a while it goes away. Or is that just merely what I think? Does it still stay and break me down further?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forced confrontation is even harder to accept. I cannot accept the fact that someone will purposely put me in a group and force me to confront the other person! I hate it when someone already had an ulterior motive when talking to me, what more put me in a group of others where you are just merely directing everything to me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not angry but I just don't like the idea of a forced confrontation. I think I want a break. But things will just get worst if I say I need a break from ministry. Why is it so hard to serve? Isn't serving just me and God?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-115450766235633718?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115450766235633718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=115450766235633718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115450766235633718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115450766235633718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-dislike-confrontation.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-115436434922714072</id><published>2006-08-01T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T00:45:49.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;- Is this IT? - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A simple phrase made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Everything also whatever. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I suppose to understand you if all you tell me is whatever?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Although it's more negative than positive but why is it that a smile formed from within my heart? Is this IT? Why am I feeling like that? Is this IT? I really want to know. Why is it so hard to even try to understand myself?&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/19206620-115436434922714072?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115436434922714072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=115436434922714072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115436434922714072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115436434922714072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/08/is-this-it-simple-phrase-made-my-day.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-115272187774718217</id><published>2006-07-13T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T00:31:17.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;- Done and Over with -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/results.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/320/results.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture is a tiny weeny bit small but it says that I have 50 for my Accounting (Audit) paper. Which means that I HAVE OFFICALLY PASSED MY LAST ACCOUNTING UNIT!! *claps* I am offically done with Uni life. I have offically graduate from Uni!  No more studies. Hmmm . . . not true because I got to do my CPA exams which means that more studies and examinations to come. :( But well for the time being I AM A GRADUATE! *twirls around and dances*&lt;br /&gt;It's really God's grace that I manage to pass my Audit paper. I am so sure that I was half dozing off and writing rubbish during the 3 hours exam. Now according to Daddy "No more studies means I have joined the ranks of the UNEMPLOYED!" I need to start doing my PR application, writing up my resume, sending out resume, going for job interviews etc etc. But thinking of what a procastinator I am, I doubt most of it will be done. But well by some way I will get it done. *cross fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HAVE FINALLY GRADUATED FROM CURTIN UNIVERSITY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *wheeeeeeee*&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/19206620-115272187774718217?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115272187774718217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=115272187774718217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115272187774718217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115272187774718217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/07/done-and-over-with-picture-is-tiny.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-115141230547985046</id><published>2006-06-27T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T20:45:05.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Drama Retreat -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Finally, the retreat is over and done with. Had great fun together with the group of peeps laughing ourselves silly, lying on a un-pitch tent staring at the stars in the middle of the forrest, freezing my arse off in the middle of the night, having someone putting a blanket over me, cooking for 20 peeps, showering in a dodgy toilet etc. The memories are pricelss regardless of how tired and exhausted I when I was preparing for the retreat. It is truly refreshing and energising. The few hours of sleep up in the forrest beats all the sleep I had in the past week. Thank God for recharging me. Had fun although I still insist that I am allergic to nature!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/collage23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/400/collage23.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;- Creche -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; The bundles of joy that bring a smile to my face. Although they are not mine but I love them so much. There are the most beautiful kids around. A smile and a hug gives me more joy than any other thing. :) Love them to bits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/collage24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/400/collage24.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-115141230547985046?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115141230547985046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=115141230547985046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115141230547985046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115141230547985046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/06/drama-retreat-finally-retreat-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-115117472901519362</id><published>2006-06-25T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T02:45:29.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;- Breaking Point -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I am so tired. There are so many things to do for the whole past week. I feel that I am busier than when I was mugging for exams. I seem to get more rest during the mugging period than now! I am physically and mentally so tired. For the past week, it seems as if I have drank 10 cups of super strong coffee and am basically running on caffine! I can't seem to get a good night's rest. I am waking up at unearthly hours (7.30am or 8.00am) regardless of what time I go to bed. Super tired. All the lack of sleep and toil is showing under my eyes. What is wrong with me? Why can't I seem to sleep in peace? I really need a proper night sleep. I feel light headed everyday, running of caffine. But I did not drink any at all! I hardly doubt I will get a good rest tonight also.  Church in the morning tomorrow, retreat after church and it is already 2.30am now! 0_O I think I should just be glad that I do not faint tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I finished exams I have only had dinner with housemates for only twice! 0_o Have no time to even do my own stuff. Cannot imagine what will life be when Search for A Star starts. o_0 I even missed Nikki's birthday. Feel so bad. What happened to my 24hours?! I really need a break. Super tired.||-_- &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/19206620-115117472901519362?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115117472901519362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=115117472901519362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115117472901519362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115117472901519362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/06/breaking-point-i-am-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-115091218691066221</id><published>2006-06-22T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T01:49:46.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Fallen -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I think I am slowly falling for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't want to fall into it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It's not right. Or rather it doesn't seem right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It's not what I wanted since I was young. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I need to control myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I do not want to make a mistake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;But why do I feel like I am sinking deeper? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-115091218691066221?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115091218691066221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=115091218691066221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115091218691066221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115091218691066221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/06/fallen-i-think-i-am-slowly-falling-for.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-115057070941148438</id><published>2006-06-18T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T02:58:29.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I suck at driving a stick. But that doesn't mean you  can sit inside the car and comment and comment and comment on how bad I am at it. I hate it when people do that. Even my own dad! Stop annoying me. Just because you can manage a stick better than me doesn't give you the right to pick faults at my driving! I admit I suck at trying to change gear and concentrate on driving at the same time. But HELLO! . . . Have you heard of AUTOMATIC cars! ARGHHHHHHHH . . .&lt;br /&gt;Annoy the hell out of me when I am driving and I have a full car load of people screaming at my driving. It doesn't help you know! And I already said SHUT UP!&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes. I am spoilt. I do not like people to say me! If you like call me spoilt brat if you want. BUT DO NOT ANNOY ME WHEN I AM DRIVING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-115057070941148438?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115057070941148438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=115057070941148438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115057070941148438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115057070941148438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-know-i-suck-at-driving-stick.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-115021310143089836</id><published>2006-06-13T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T23:38:21.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;- The End. End of it All -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;In less than 24hours, the end will come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The last of my life as a student. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I should be excited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;But ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Why is it that I don't feel happy at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Why is it that I feel more fear and worry than happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Why is it that I cannot seem to concentrate? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Why is it that I am slowly being sucked into this black hole? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Why is it that I have absolutely no idea what is going on for my 2 papers tml?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Why is there so many why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;But ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;All I know is that God is behind me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;All I know is that nothing is too big for Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;All I know is that I can just solely rely on Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;All I know is that there's nothing I can do but to trust in Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Please take all my fears and worries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I need your grace to see me through this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I need your grace to help me remember the BARE MINIMUM stuff that I have learnt and remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I really need your grace God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-115021310143089836?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115021310143089836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=115021310143089836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115021310143089836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/115021310143089836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/06/end.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114985697092696747</id><published>2006-06-09T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T20:42:50.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;- Stress -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it wasn't such a great thing that I finish exams early. I am seriously feeling the stress. 2 papers in 1 day. And considering both units need lots of mugging for one. Haiz. I have yet to finish even 1 unit! And exam is on WEDNESDAY! Panic mode button is on. But I am so down and stressed out that I am starting to not want to study. I have this bad habit of just ignoring the things that are giving me stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Unlike the other semesters. This time the stress and pressure is so great that I really cannot handle it. I guess it's  because this is my last semester and I really want to just get it over and done with but I just have this nagging feeling at the back of my mind that I cannot make it. Gawd. I am slowing being sucked into the bottomless dark hole. I know that my God is so big that NOTHING is IMPOSSIBLE for him. But I am human. I can't seem to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;I am really stressed out. This is no longer a procastinating part of me talking. It's the part of me that knows that this time is seriously gone case liao! :( I want to graduate this semester! &lt;/span&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/19206620-114985697092696747?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114985697092696747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114985697092696747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114985697092696747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114985697092696747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/06/stress-maybe-it-wasnt-such-great-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114940666325358274</id><published>2006-06-04T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T15:37:43.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To Darling Yvonne:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to let you know that it is a public holiday here on Monday 5th June. Which means your present is SUPER SUPER DUPER LATE! Muhaha. Still claim you are not late. But anyway thanks for your present (Whatever it may be ...) Haha. Thanks Chuen too! Yvonne said you shared too. THANK YOU LOTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jeslyn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-114940666325358274?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114940666325358274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114940666325358274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114940666325358274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114940666325358274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/06/to-darling-yvonne-just-want-to-let-you.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114913627618865562</id><published>2006-06-01T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T21:43:59.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Life in Perth - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;28th May 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;    (Sunday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/x-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/200/x-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched X-Men 3 b'cos church booked 2 theatres and was selling the tickets @ AU$10. FYI: Movies in Aussie is damn expensive expect on Tuesday when it's AU$8.50 otherwise for Student concession it's $13.50! o_O Even more for peeps with no concession! So being kiasu Singaporean MUST watch even though I don't remember watching X-Men 1 and 2. Brought Nikki and Ling along. Not bad a show. Super impress by how detailed the effects were. Haha. Went home to find Uncle and all of us headed down to Northbridge for dinner. Just like old times. Had Korean food. Not that bad but sucky black face Korean waiters which understand bare minimum english. Headed to Domestic airport to pick up EePei and SiewLee! *wheeee* They are here on their GRADUATION HOLIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/eileen%20peis%20present.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/200/eileen%20peis%20present.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With EePei's arrival came along, KRISPY KREME from Sydney (They came down from Sydney) Utter food bliss but it's damn fattening. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/gifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/200/gifts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha. And my first birthday present from EePei and Eileen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;--- Pressies came in a bag all the way from Singapore! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;    Trinkets inside the bag. ---&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shout out to Eileen: THANK YOU SO MUCHIE! *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;29th May 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;    (Monday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/harbour%20town.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/200/harbour%20town.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I have school and presentation and assignments due on Monday. I have no choice but to drop EePei and SiewLee in Harbour Town and told them the directions to the city. Suppose to pick them up after my class and presentation. Dropped them off at 11.30am. Finished class at bout 4.15pm. Called Pei and asked where were they and amazingly they are still in Harbour Town! Muhaha. Must be buying the whole Town down! Since it was still early, decided to park the car and go for a walk too. BAD IDEA! Because the shopaholic in me came out and I went into Nike and bought a bag (which was on 30%) and a sweater. Excuse, being WINTER IS HERE and I have lack of sweaters. Which is so untrue b'cos 1/5 of my warerobe i&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/nike%20bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/200/nike%20bag.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s jackets, sweaters and coats! o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/nike%20jacket%20%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/200/nike%20jacket%20%281%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;--- My Nike Pullover.      &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                   My black and gold Nike bag. Only $28. So cheap ---&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had dinner at Freo. It was FREEZING COLD. Dinner at Freo always means Fish and Chips. Haha. But for the first time I tried Kailies. (Dunno if that's how it's spelt) But yup. Not that bad. Just that fish has fishy taste. *bleah* I want my fresh steam fish. *slurps* And headed to Burswood (Casino) got refused entry because I did not bring my passport and attempted to enter with my Singapore driver license! What the hell. My license shows my face and my date of birth lor. Goon goon people. And I was NEVER checked for identification before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;30th May 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;    (Tuesday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/3%20of%20us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/200/3%20of%20us.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought EePei and SiewLee for dim sum as brunch and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/P1010021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/200/P1010021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we headed to University of Westeran Australia and Kings Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--- Kings Park  &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;University of Western Australia ---&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sums up our day of sightseeing. Headed to city's David Jones and they were having the Winter Clearance sale. Since winter is coming and it is getting cold I got myself a cardi from Witchery.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/witchery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/200/witchery.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--- My shopping loot.                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;31st May 2006         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;    (Tuesday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/leens%20card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/200/leens%20card.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I got mail again! *jumps around in glee* It is a green. It is a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/200/card.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; birthday card from Auntie Aileen Tay! It's Little Miss Sunshine. And Auntie Aileen attached a super fugly ugly photo inside. Muhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shout out to Aileen: THANKS A MILLION. LOVE THE CARD*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sums up my last week of school. Next week is study week. Mugging time and followed by examinations and it marks the end of my life as a student! *cheers* Birthday BBQ tml. Praying hard that it doesn't rain and it is not freaking cold. *cross fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-114913627618865562?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114913627618865562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114913627618865562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114913627618865562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114913627618865562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/06/life-in-perth-28th-may-2006-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114870043408293126</id><published>2006-05-27T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T11:27:14.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I really amaze myself at how much a procastinator I am.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really hate myself for being such a procastinator.&lt;br /&gt;I really cannot understand how I can push all things, that are important, right to the end of my mind and get myself into deep shit at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;I am in awe of myself.&lt;br /&gt;Strategic Marketing Plan due on Monday (max 8,000. shared by 2 people) UNDONE! NOT A SINGLE FREAKING PARAGRAPH on my part! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And it's bloody hell Saturday now! I need to complete my part by tonight!&lt;br /&gt;Business Capstone Company Report and Presentation due on Monday (Approx about 3 - 4 paragraphs is needed) UNDONE! NOT A SINGLE FREAKING WORD! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Once again need to be done by tomorrow afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Not to add I have church tomorrow morning. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; AKA I have to complete everything by tonight!&lt;br /&gt;And the thing that amazes me is I have yet to freaking cancel my phone and internet account from my previous place! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o_O|||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And I have already paid my second month rent over here!&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;I AM SUCH A BUM! I hate it. *bleah*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-114870043408293126?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114870043408293126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114870043408293126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114870043408293126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114870043408293126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/05/sometimes-i-really-amaze-myself-at-how.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114849616452807145</id><published>2006-05-25T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T02:43:41.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- Learning to Surrender -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"God, I'm going with your plans for my life, not my own. I've got plans, I've got dreams, I've got goals, I've got ambitions, but I know that you put me on this earth for a reason, for a purpose, and I am intentionally choosing your plan for my life instead of my own. I know you're not going to reveal it to me all at once; it's going to come a little bit at a time. But, I'm willing to take it one step at a time, knowing your plan is better than mine." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- taken from 40 Days of Community - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I will stretch out my hand for you to guide me through this life and reveal the plan you had in mind for me when you were making me! Give me the strength to walk this journey with you, without any doubts about this plan, that is unknown to me. For I know You love me so much that at the end of the journey I will be so blessed that I cannot contain it! Teach me to surrender everything to You and just follow as you guide me along. &lt;/span&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/19206620-114849616452807145?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114849616452807145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114849616452807145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114849616452807145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114849616452807145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/05/learning-to-surrender-god-im-going.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114828587432265261</id><published>2006-05-22T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T16:46:40.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Blessings -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/ladylawley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/320/ladylawley.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;Background information about Lady Lawley Cottage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;Lady Lawley Cottage has been providing respite care to children with special needs for 100 years. It offers a unique and important service for Western Australian children suffering from physical and/or intellectual disabilities, which are often the result of chronic complex medical conditions. Children have access to specialised therapy and nursing services as well as special needs’ playgroups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;Lady Lawley Cottage is owned and operated by Red Cross WA Division.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Some of the church peeps have been visiting this Lady Lawley Cottage for over a couple of months already. It is not really a ministry but more like a community work. The thought of joining them has always been on my mind for quite some time. However, I was held back because I have doubts about being emotionally stable and capable to deal with the kids there. I mean the kids there are different from the other kids I ever encountered and I have never interact with kids that are mentally or physically disabled. Fear and doubts have pushed the thought of joining the Lady Lawley Cottage team to the back of my mind. Lady Lawley Cottage was brought up again recently during cell and the "Community" theme discussed during cell has triggered my thought to go down and do some community work. Giving something back to the less fortunate. Because I believe that everyone has the right to be loved and be happy. Finally draw enough guts to show my interest about joining the team to Joey. She told me to go talk to Uncle Roy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Once again the idea was at the back of my head until one day on the way back from combine cell God reminded me about Lady Lawley Cottage and God has his little ways of planning. The Lady Lawley Cottage team was having a steamboat on Sunday and Joey was going over to the Cottage on Saturday. So headed down on Saturday. It was not as emotionally straining as I expected to be. Never had the slight urge to shed a tear. I realise that although the kids are different from the other kids but from another point of view. These kids are normal in their own ways. They live in their own wonderful world which is so unpolluted, unlike the world that we are in. The smallest thing can bring about a smile on their face. The innocent and genunie smile from deep down their hearts is so heart-warming and touching. A genunie smile that is lacking in this dizzy world. The kids seem to bring me back to ground. My heart goes out to the parents of these kids. All the patience and love they must have show to these kids. The courage they have that they never give up on their children. I really admire them. I seriously have no idea what I will do if I am in their position. Having to deal with a child that is different from others. Lady Lawley Cottage is really meaningful to me. It is something that I will want to stick with. I want to give these kids the extra love they need in this pragmatic world where they are deemed different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sometimes I really question God why is it that these innocent kids have to go through all these pain and sufferings? Din't he said he loves us? But I guess I have no right to judge what God has done. But all I can say is that Lady Lawley Cottage has taught me to be thankful. Thankful to God for all the good he has given me and all the "normality" I have. I realise how blessed I am. How blessed it is to be normal with a normal functional family. From another point of view, the storms that I am facing now seems to be so minute as compared to those kids and their parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Thank You God for all the blessings you given me. :) &lt;/span&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/19206620-114828587432265261?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114828587432265261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114828587432265261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114828587432265261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114828587432265261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/05/blessings-background-information-about.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114749550139248763</id><published>2006-05-13T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T12:45:01.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Start of the Season -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's Mid May now. The season is starting again. The season of hibernating in the computer labs or in front of my computer rushing assignments and reading notes and making notes and what have you. Which I am doing currently on a Saturday afternoon! Sitting in the computer lab trying to do my tutorial and assignments. It's the SEASON OF MUGGING! Another month's time to the start of the examinations. It will be my last examinations before I officially graduate! *cross fingers &amp;amp; pray really hard* Only have 2 examinable subjects this semester. Exam timetable is officially out. Timetable as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3900&lt;br /&gt;Strategic Marketing 310&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;14/06/2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;9:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;Bentley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10989&lt;br /&gt;Accounting (Auditing) 300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;14/06/2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:45 PM&lt;br /&gt;Bentley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have 2 bloody paper and it has to be on the same day. *sigh* Well from another point of view. I will finish my exams EARLY! Haha. *wheeee* Time to get back to my assignments and tutorial. I am such a procastinator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-114749550139248763?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114749550139248763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114749550139248763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114749550139248763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114749550139248763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/05/start-of-season-its-mid-may-now.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114709073205966173</id><published>2006-05-08T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T20:18:52.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;@- You Got Mail -@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"Aye why you never take photo of my card one?" Came from darling Yvonne. Muhaha. Make it a JEALOUS Yvonne. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Anyway, Yvonne's card was sent to my new house even before I moved. Thus, I only got hold of it recently! Anyway, Vonnie's card was a little yellow star which stands on the table on it's own! *WOAAAA* (just to entertain Vonnie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/DSC03622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/320/DSC03622.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Hello World, meet Mr Starry! From now on, the star should be named Mr Starry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/DSC03623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/320/DSC03623.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Inside the small pathetic card. Squashed with Vonne's words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Last Friday, received a notice to go collect parcel from the POST office. *Wheeee* I knew what was it. It was the necklace that I bought online from Beadcadelics. But it's still exciting to be receiving parcels. Went to the POST office today and got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/DSC03626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/320/DSC03626.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;The ever familiar fish stamp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/DSC03625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/320/DSC03625.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;The contents of the parcel. My new necklace! Wore it to school today and someone complimented on it! =) *wheeee ... * &lt;/span&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/19206620-114709073205966173?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114709073205966173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114709073205966173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114709073205966173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114709073205966173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-got-mail-aye-why-you-never-take.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114698814569695278</id><published>2006-05-07T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T15:49:05.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;- Distracted - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Initial plan was to go down to the city after church to change my jacket for a white and red one. I managed to do that. However, along the way I got distracted. Went into Price Attack (hair salon) and made myself an appointment to cut hair. The available appointment was at 5pm! Bloody hell and it was only 1.30pm when I made the appointment. Anyway, while trying to waste time until 5pm. I walked around the city. That's where the distraction starts. Every other thing is so attractive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So the end results of going down to the city to change my jacket? I ended up with 1 top from MNG ($49.95), Candles from Dusk ($9.95), Bag from ICE ($19.95), Strawberry Body Butter from The Body Shop ($25.95), Hair Repair Treatment and Cocoa Butter from Priceline ($17.90) and a hair cut ($35) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The total damage to go down to the city to change my jacket? A whopping $158.70!!! I could have bought another jacket! 0_O I should have just gotten the right colour yesterday in the first place! I t will bloody save me $158.70! What the hell. I need to be quarantine at home! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Did I mention I have compulsive shopping disorder? =_= &lt;/span&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/19206620-114698814569695278?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114698814569695278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114698814569695278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114698814569695278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114698814569695278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/05/distracted-initial-plan-was-to-go-down.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114696620758724581</id><published>2006-05-07T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T09:43:27.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;- Bad Habit -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Haiz. I am back to the bad habit that I used to have. The habit whereby I must have what I want there and then. No time for consideration. No time for thinking if I really need it. It is harmful for my pocket. But I guess deep down the real reason for the impulsive buying habit is to cover up part of me that I always suppress inside me. I need another method to cover up my insecurities. Compulsive buying is not the way to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-114696620758724581?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114696620758724581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114696620758724581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114696620758724581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114696620758724581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/05/bad-habit-haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114684669120866546</id><published>2006-05-06T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T00:31:31.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- Hair Cut -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I badly neeed a hair cut. The ends of my hair are all kinked and fuzzy and whatever you have it. The last time I cut my hair was a couple of weeks before Chinese New Year. It's not that long ago. Have absoultely no idea why is my hair is such a bad condition now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Cannot seem to find a good hair salon to go too. They have Toni &amp; Guys here but it cost a bloody $70. It's freaking expensive. And all I want is just to trim my ends away and reshape my hair.  :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Should venture to the city tomorrow after my test in search for a place reasonable enough to do my hair. And I will go look out for my jacket. Winter is coming. And it sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;70 MCQs in 2 hours tomorrow afternoon. Hope I will survive through it. *cross fingers* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;- back to my stinky books - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-114684669120866546?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114684669120866546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114684669120866546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114684669120866546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114684669120866546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/05/hair-cut-i-badly-neeed-hair-cut.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114658758637847148</id><published>2006-05-03T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T00:33:06.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Updates - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt; 2 weeks of study break came and go. Nothing constructive done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt; Met Joe darling after ages. Yakked and shared stuff. Promised me to go church but ffk me in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt; Had a picnic with Eliza, Brian, Michael and Jane. Sang super oldies to Brian's new "Smart Microphone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt; There was Easter Camp, which I did not attend, however I made it for Mega Praise which was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt; Packing house. Packed house. Moved stuff. Sold stuff. Got fed-up &amp; irritated &amp;amp; super pissed off. Got over it. Unpacked stuff. Settled into the house. ~Viola~ New place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt; FFK Fang Tyng b'cos I was so busy trying to move stuff and sell stuff and getting pissed off with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt; 40 days almost coming to an end. But I am not even half way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt; Feeling that we are drifting apart. Others are taking my place as "friend". Simply forgotten about me. Just left without even asking me or thinking that I might need a lift home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Audit Mid Sem on coming Saturday. But as usual have yet to study shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Strategic Marketing assignment due in 3 weeks time. But as usual have yet to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- time for bed - *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-114658758637847148?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114658758637847148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114658758637847148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114658758637847148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114658758637847148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/05/updates-2-weeks-of-study-break-came.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114580071605475972</id><published>2006-04-23T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T21:58:36.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Will Things be the Same? -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I really miss those close friends that I used to have back in Secondary School and even in JC. I have no idea why but as we left Secondary School we just lost track of each other. I just carried on with my own life without getting involved in theirs. I really do miss them. I miss the times when we go all dizzy with silliness and all the stupid stuff we do together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes I really want to pluck up the courage and call them. But will things be the same again? Will we be able to connect or are we just going to do a surface talk? The apprehension feeling has pulled me back from getting back into their lifes. I really do love them. I want to be part of their lifes again. But I just cannot shake of the fear in me. I hate being disliked. I hate being fake. I realise I am losing all my friends that were once my pride and joy. People that I shared my growing up years with. I want them back. I really do. People like Aloy, Elvin, Charissa, Yvonne, Desiree, Zaki etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will things really be the same again? Why are things like that? Will things be the same again if I call them out? Will it? I need assurance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-114580071605475972?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114580071605475972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114580071605475972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114580071605475972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114580071605475972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/04/will-things-be-same-i-really-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114567742937160993</id><published>2006-04-22T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:43:49.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Appreciative - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; We live in a crazy world.&lt;br /&gt;Where things pass us by so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Where everyone seems to be in a rush.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever slow down your pace, quieten down your hearts, clear your mind of everything and just marvel at everything around you?&lt;br /&gt;Marvel at God's handicraft? Marvel at how detailed God can be.&lt;br /&gt;How everything is perfect to the slight minute detail!&lt;br /&gt;I never did. Until a bus journey yesterday. I was sitting by the window and it was about 5.&lt;br /&gt;The sun was golden and it was covered by the clouds. And the swan river glitter under the golden rays shining from above.&lt;br /&gt;The view was breathe taking. That's when I start to realise that I have never slow down to appreciate God's work of art.&lt;br /&gt;And his work of art includes Humans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are always so quick to pass judgment on people we see. We never learn to see the beautiful side first. We learn to always see the bad side of things first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to change my perspective of things. I need to start being appreciative and look at the brighter side of things. I need to learn to slow myself down and stop being self-centered. And start seeking God and learning to appreciate everything He has done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-114567742937160993?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114567742937160993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114567742937160993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114567742937160993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114567742937160993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/04/appreciative-we-live-in-crazy-world_22.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114555493190834788</id><published>2006-04-21T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T01:42:11.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- I Need . . . - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I need a bluetooth adaptor (or whatever you call that thingy) Photos in my phone cannot be transferred to my lappie. I need that thing to transfer it! :( Damnit! Should have stole the one at home! &lt;br /&gt;*Mental Note: Go some computer shop in the city tml and buy it!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/19206620-114555493190834788?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114555493190834788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114555493190834788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114555493190834788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114555493190834788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-need.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114550274660989719</id><published>2006-04-20T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T11:12:26.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kili Kaleh -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Easter weekend has came and went by. Drama practices come to an end. Many things happen. Many peoples' life changed. Angels rejoice up in heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Aileen said "Since you so free. Go update your blog" I really want too. Many thoughts are swimming in my mind. But when I just can't seem to put it in words. I have mental pictures and a couple of words. But it will never be possible to form it into a post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Haiz. I think I should give up posting stuff about my intellectual side. (I do have an intellectual side by the way! *smacks those who are luffing*) I should just post brainless stuff. I AM JUST DESTINE TO BE A BIMBO with NO looks! Muhaha. It's easier to talk about my stupid life of slacking and rotting and shopping than those stuff that requires so much thought to it. Haiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;God, did you forget my brains? Or have you left it in heaven with you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-114550274660989719?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114550274660989719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114550274660989719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114550274660989719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114550274660989719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/04/kili-kaleh-easter-weekend-has-came-and.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114489460973569384</id><published>2006-04-13T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T10:16:49.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rise and Shine - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Why do I naturally arise from my sleep at 8.30am? No matter what time I go to bed? It's 8.30am EVERYDAY! It sucks. What happen to sleeping until 11am everyday?! Esp now when I purposely put all my classes in the late afternoon so that I can sleep! I woke up at 8.30am today. Forced myself to go back to slumberland but to realise that I am still wide awake after struggling for 1/2 hr! What is wrong with me? Where is the sleeping bug in me? I want to sleep until it's the afternoon. I don't want to wake up at 8.30am everyday. I think Uncle's "old man" sickness is contagious. I seem to have caught that sickness! *humph* I WANT TO SLEEP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-114489460973569384?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114489460973569384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114489460973569384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114489460973569384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114489460973569384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/04/rise-and-shine-why-do-i-naturally.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114480456750954133</id><published>2006-04-12T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T09:16:41.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so lazy to go to work. Not that I don't like it. Just that I am so lazy to leave the house. :( Haiz. I just want to rot at home and not go out. But I already FFK boss yesterday. And I need the money. Haiz. Things people do for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM LAZY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-114480456750954133?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114480456750954133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114480456750954133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114480456750954133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114480456750954133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-so-lazy-to-go-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114473405723307208</id><published>2006-04-11T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T13:40:57.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; @ -- You Got Mail -- @  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A couple of days ago. Received a mail. It's from The Women's College, Queensland. It's a card from Aunty Aileen. So here's a blog entry to show the world that she did send me something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/Picture018.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/320/Picture018.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The card Auntie sent. A card with clouds and rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/Picture019.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/320/Picture019.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clearer view of the words on the card. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this storm will pass . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/Picture020.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/320/Picture020.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside of the card. Note the ugly handwriting. Muhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/Picture017.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/320/Picture017.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just to prove that I did bought and wrote something for her too (It was ready long time ago. Just din't bother to get my arse to POST to get a stamp.) SO AUNTIE AILEEN. I finally bought a stamp and it's already pasted on the envelope. The next hard step is to get to the POST box and mail it. Haha. Hope you will get it in a couple of days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Candice and Aileen for the card.&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/19206620-114473405723307208?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114473405723307208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114473405723307208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114473405723307208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114473405723307208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-got-mail-couple-of-days-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114459791129164861</id><published>2006-04-09T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T23:51:51.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I THINK I AM GOING BLIND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/Picture017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/320/Picture017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorry for the ultimate frigging ugly photo but my eye ball is ALL RED! And it hurts like shit! What the hell. I think I am going blind. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?! It sucks to be me. DAMNIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-114459791129164861?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114459791129164861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114459791129164861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114459791129164861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114459791129164861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-think-i-am-going-blind-sorry-for.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114456982506225102</id><published>2006-04-09T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T16:03:45.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Should I be impulsive?&lt;br /&gt;*ponders*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-114456982506225102?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114456982506225102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114456982506225102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114456982506225102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114456982506225102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/04/should-i-be-impulsive-ponders.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114439809762589983</id><published>2006-04-07T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T16:21:37.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="BlueBG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;歌曲：&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(225, 9, 0);"&gt;我要飞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-top: 10px; padding-left: 15px;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;歌手：&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://mp3.baidu.com/m?tn=baidump3&amp;ct=134217728&amp;amp;lm=-1&amp;word=f%2Ei%2Er"&gt;f.i.r&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;专辑：&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://mp3.baidu.com/m?tn=baidump3&amp;amp;ct=134217728&amp;lm=-1&amp;amp;word=f%2Ei%2Er"&gt;f.i.r&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span class="tiny"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作词:f.i.r 作曲:f.i.r&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(225, 9, 0);"&gt;我要飞&lt;/span&gt;飞越伤悲&lt;br /&gt;一种接近光的感觉&lt;br /&gt;自由是梦想无边无际的能源&lt;br /&gt;我敢飞有梦就追一种骄傲尊严的美&lt;br /&gt;巨大的考验现在就要跨越&lt;br /&gt;飞飞飞飞飞飞飞跃伤悲&lt;br /&gt;追追追追追绝不後退&lt;br /&gt;飞飞飞飞飞飞飞跃伤悲&lt;br /&gt;我要用力飞不管有多远超越了极限挑战的冒险&lt;br /&gt;我要勇敢追奔向到终点痛过的泪水换来是甜美&lt;br /&gt;我要用力飞不管有多远超越了极限挑战的冒险&lt;br /&gt;我要勇敢追奔向到终点痛过的泪水换来是甜美&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(225, 9, 0);"&gt;我要飞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想飞&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song depicts my mood.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; 我要飞! 我要勇敢追奔向到终点痛过的泪水换来是甜美!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-114439809762589983?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114439809762589983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114439809762589983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114439809762589983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114439809762589983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/04/f.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114439732077833554</id><published>2006-04-07T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T16:08:40.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Mental Note - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Assignment due on Monday &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(10.04.06)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Fast from 5.30am to 11.30am on Tuesday &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(11.04.06)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Buy Sandra's Birthday Present &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(14.04.06)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Buy Roy's Birthday Present &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(14.04.06) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Buy cum Send back Mummy's Birthday Present &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(15.04.06)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Call Mummy on Saturday to wish her Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Finish writing Vonne's card (taking ages!)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Send out Aileen &amp; Vonne's card.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Damnit. I think I am really getting older. Cannot seem to remember anything now. Mummy's birthday present is def going to be LATE. B'cos it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;07.04.06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; now and I have yet to buy her something. And Vonne's card has been sitting on my table since 4 weeks ago. And Aileen's card is written and sealed but sitting on my table stampless for 4 weeks too. DAMNIT! So many nonsense to remember. OVERWORK my puny brain. Why do I seem busier with only 3 units on hand? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;*ponder*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-114439732077833554?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114439732077833554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114439732077833554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114439732077833554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114439732077833554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/04/mental-note-assignment-due-on-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114426057546938276</id><published>2006-04-06T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T02:09:35.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;- Sleep -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am yawning non stop. Tears are rolling down because I keep yawning. But when I go lie on my bed. Put the comforter over me. My mind starts to wander off. Thoughts come and go. I am wide awake. I just cannot fall asleep. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*yawn*&lt;/span&gt; But I think I am tired. Why can't I just get to sleep? Sleeping used to be my hobby. Rather I think it still is my hobby. I never really had problem sleeping. Especially after reading. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh* &lt;/span&gt;I don't think it has got anything to do with the bubble tea I just had for dinner cum supper! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh* *yawn*&lt;/span&gt; I want to fall asleep. Is that hard too? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*bangs head* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tml will mark the end of all my worries. Let's hope it's good. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANT TO SLEEP! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-114426057546938276?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114426057546938276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114426057546938276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114426057546938276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114426057546938276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/04/sleep-i-am-yawning-non-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114408136744026670</id><published>2006-04-04T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T00:22:47.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Break -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I think I need a break. A break away from certain issues. Time away from people to think about certain stuff. But where should I go? Will I be able to make? Travelling alone? I feel like going to Melbourne. One being I really love Melb. Two, at least Yvonne is there. I really miss her loads. Should I do a brainless splurge on my air tickets and accomdation to fly over to Melb? Haiz. It's time like this I wish I was in Singapore. At least going to Malaysia is so much cheaper. But to think of it. I highly doubt I will be facing these situations in Singapore. Should I? It will be a minimum of $500 for the air tickets. Arghhh. But there is no where nearer that I can go on a holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-114408136744026670?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114408136744026670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114408136744026670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114408136744026670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114408136744026670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/04/break-i-think-i-need-break.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114379225561320067</id><published>2006-03-31T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T16:04:15.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;- Comfort -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; My mind is in a whirlpool now. So many things flashing in my mind. The endless thoughts running through my mind. The fear is stirred up inside me. Restlessness. Worry. Endless emotions came all at the same time. I need a break. I need to run away from all these. I need to take my mind off these even for a minute. I need to do something. Thus, headed down to highlight my hair. A waste of money. Money is not an issue if it really can bring comfort to me. The trip did not really gave me comfort. But at least I was surrounded by people. Reducing the chance of me breaking down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Am I that insignificant? Is it that hard for be to be on one's mind? Why am I always forgotten? The hardest and most painful thing in the world is when I have to put on a smile when my heart is breaking. Didn't You say You will give me comfort when I need it? Why is it that I cannot find rest and assurance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Why do I feel it so tough to carry a smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I really need to run away. I need to find a haven. I need a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-114379225561320067?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114379225561320067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114379225561320067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114379225561320067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114379225561320067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/03/comfort-my-mind-is-in-whirlpool-now.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114364766022441584</id><published>2006-03-29T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T16:06:15.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have no idea when it begins but I learn to build a wall around me. I learn to protect myself from the world. From hurt, betrayal and everything. With the invisible wall I start to put up a front. A front that shows the world that I am strong and independent. But it is just a front. Deep down inside I am incomplete and shattered. I am aimless in life. I have no passion in anything. No goals, No drive. I dunno what is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;Because of the wall I learn not to share with others what is going on in my life. Nobody seems to be interested anyway. I think I am deprive of love. I need brotherly and sisterly love. Someone who will constantly, with sincerely, ask how am I etc. I dunno. Is it cos of my front and pretendence that I am fine. Everyone take it as it is? I need someone to show me care and concern.&lt;br /&gt;I put on a smile and try to be jovial. But I am seriously not happy.&lt;br /&gt;I am really tired. So sick of everything. God, what am I suppose to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-114364766022441584?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114364766022441584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114364766022441584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114364766022441584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114364766022441584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-have-no-idea-when-it-begins-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114364642995090545</id><published>2006-03-29T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T23:33:49.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know I should not worry so much about things that are uncertain. But I just cannot help feeling scared. Words cannot describe what I am feeling now. All I want to do is sit and cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-114364642995090545?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114364642995090545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114364642995090545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114364642995090545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114364642995090545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-know-i-should-not-worry-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114355358366330916</id><published>2006-03-28T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T21:53:44.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Poverty -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I so poor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I just blew 300 buckaroos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I spent 300 buckaroos in the Curtin Optical Shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I made a new pair of glasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I so sad that my eyes are failing me.&lt;br /&gt;I have eye infection thus the eye check.&lt;br /&gt;I have hay fever aka I am allergy to pollen thus my eyes gone crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wear contacts and need to wear my glasses. This old pair is failing me.  Thus the new pair of glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I surprise because now I have a "shang guan". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I surprise that the last time I checked my eyes when making contacts, nothing was detected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I pissed off because I have to fork out 300 buckaroos on my own to make a new pair of glasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I hope the glasses look good because all these was done in a hurry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I had NO help when choosing the glasses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I had no comments which looks better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I just simply choose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I seriously hope the glasses turn out well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*cross fingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;KNS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I realise what I have earned so far wasn't even enough to cover peanuts of the new glasses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I AM POOR. VERY POOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I think I need to eat peanuts everyday liao. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-114355358366330916?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114355358366330916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114355358366330916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114355358366330916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114355358366330916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/03/poverty-i-so-poor.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114322063551441568</id><published>2006-03-25T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T01:17:15.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;I am confuse. Should I tell my mum about it? Or should I just wait til everything is confirm than tell her? Should I save her from the worries and anxiety? I do not know what to do. But I think I will explode facing it myself. The waiting process sucks! It's so hard to pretend it doesn't bother me. It's so hard bottling everything inside. ARgHHH . . . I wanna go home to my sanctuary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-114322063551441568?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114322063551441568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114322063551441568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114322063551441568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114322063551441568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-confuse.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114322026599559969</id><published>2006-03-25T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T01:11:06.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;- Self Study Day -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hereby declare tomorrow as SELF STUDY DAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I should stay home and complete all my tutorials and catch up the past 4 weeks worth of readings etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will not go online anytime before I complete AT LEAST my tutorials for Strategic Marketing and Audit for next week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MUST do it. I WILL do it. I CAN make it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I SHOULD not be such a slacker for my last semester. I WILL pass with the best results I ever have during my time in Uni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-114322026599559969?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114322026599559969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114322026599559969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114322026599559969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114322026599559969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/03/self-study-day-i-hereby-declare.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114284720165226797</id><published>2006-03-20T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T17:33:21.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Commonwealth Games -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Commonwealth Games is on now in Melbourne. I wish I am in Melbourne too. But too bad I am in Perth where is bloody hot! What happen to Autumn? &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Anyway, Channel Nine is technically close and all the show day in and day out is the Commonwealth Games. Never mind that it deprives me of my certain telly program. I realise that the Aussies are wining so much that just an hour of the Commonwealth Game I heard the Australia national anthem for like gawd knows how many times. I bet at the end of the Commonwealth Games I will know their national anthem too! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Anyway, caught the table tennis in the afternoon and Li Jia Wei won this Aussie Chinese. (Not sure if it's imported talent or rather a true blue Aussie Chinese) but what matters was WE WON! *Yeah* Let's hope Singapore does get a gold for table tennis. Even Malaysia won weight lifting! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-114284720165226797?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114284720165226797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114284720165226797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114284720165226797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114284720165226797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/03/commonwealth-games-commonwealth-games.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114282983310466317</id><published>2006-03-20T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T12:43:53.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Slacker -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Because I am a slacker. I decide to self declara a HOLIDAY today. Not that I did not do my work. On the contrary I actually woke up early to complete my Strategic Marketing tute. It is just that I really cannot be bothered to go to class in 34deg cel! I am just plain lazy. I am a slacker.&lt;br /&gt;Staying at home to rot is much better than walking in the hot sun. I am super lazy. I promise I will do my Audit tute later.&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/19206620-114282983310466317?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114282983310466317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114282983310466317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114282983310466317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114282983310466317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/03/slacker-because-i-am-slacker.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114273198870365869</id><published>2006-03-19T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T09:33:08.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;- Sunnies - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want a pair of sunnie. But my "ham jin pan" face is too big to look normal or good in any pair of sunnies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sianz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somebody find me a pair that fits me. *boo hoo hoo*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-114273198870365869?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114273198870365869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114273198870365869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114273198870365869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114273198870365869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/03/sunnies-i-want-pair-of-sunnie.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114262027412452694</id><published>2006-03-18T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T02:34:30.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;-My Attempt to Domestication-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Came home at 10ish. Feeling bored on a Friday night. Decided to attempt to make oneh oneh using sweet potato instead of just flour. Started at 10ish and only finish at 2.00am! Darnit. Super tired. Should not have started in the first place. Shoulders ache from kniting the sweet potato with the flour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My end product is orange colour instead of the normal green colour. Heck. But I tasted it. It SUCKS. I think got not enough palm sugar. Th e skin taste super weird tool. Should I bring to church tml? Maybe I should just let Alvin taste when he come pick me tomorrow morning and if it's not passable I should just throw everything away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/Picture019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/320/Picture019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/Picture018.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/320/Picture018.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end product of my oneh oneh. I miss those super nice ones back in Singapore. I think I should give up mastering this dessert and learn something easier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And just because I was bored. I started making oneh oneh. I created a hell loads of stuff to wash. I HATE WASHING. 0_O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/Picture020.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/320/Picture020.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stuff sitting in my sink. With a big pot on the stove, plates still on the table. And all these is after washing up quite a bit. Haiz. Maybe I should not have started in the beginning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Time to go sleep. CAM tomorrow morning. Need to wake up at 9.30am so that I can be ready by 10.30am. T_T Kill me. &lt;/span&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/19206620-114262027412452694?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114262027412452694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114262027412452694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114262027412452694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114262027412452694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-attempt-to-domestication-came-home.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114256944194081934</id><published>2006-03-17T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T12:28:02.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/Picture018.0.jpg"&gt;-  Blood Test - &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Woke up at an unearthly time of 7am. Washed up and headed down to Uni for my dreaded blood test. Super nervous. Anyway, stupid clinic only opens at 8.30am and I was there at 8.10am! But the nurse told me to be there at 8.15am if possible 8.00am! Apparently I need to sit down for half an hour before I can take my blood test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;1 whole syringe of blood was drawn. The needle was inside for so long. The syringe just refuse to fill up. Anyway, after sucking my blood. I left feeling weak in my left arm. I am a wuss. But I think it hurts like shit. The after feeling sucks. I can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;hardly move my arm. *bleah* I HATE BLOOD TEST. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Headed down to city to get drinks for cell later. With a weak left arm. I can hardly bend my left arm. I think it's psychological but it's kinda sore when I bend my left arm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/Picture018.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/320/Picture018.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;My left arm with a cotton wool stuck but 2 huge tape&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/Picture020.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/200/Picture020.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/Picture021.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/200/Picture021.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how far the tape went across my arm! I think the nurse is         kaisu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/Picture022.jpg"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/Picture022.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/Picture022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/320/Picture022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After getting home, remove the cotton wool. My blood on the cotton wool.&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/needle%20hole.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/400/needle%20hole.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;The aftermath of a blood test. Sore arm and a tiny hole! &lt;/span&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/19206620-114256944194081934?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114256944194081934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114256944194081934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114256944194081934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114256944194081934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/03/blood-test-woke-up-at-unearthly-time.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114252083355530920</id><published>2006-03-16T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T22:53:53.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;- Scared Stiff -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shit. Went to the doctor's today and instead of what Nikki said. I was told to go in tomorrow morning at frigging 8.15am for a blood test! 0_O I hate blood test. I hate the feeling when I feel the blood being drawn out from my arms. Shit lah. The last time I had a blood test was when I was 12 or maybe slightly younger. And I cried shitloads lah. Damn it. What am I going to do? Mummy is not around with me too.&lt;br /&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;*cross fingers* Nothing major is wrong with me.&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/19206620-114252083355530920?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114252083355530920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114252083355530920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114252083355530920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114252083355530920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/03/scared-stiff-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114247770021248106</id><published>2006-03-16T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T10:55:00.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Laziness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lazing around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Refuse to move my butt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eliza is coming in an hour's time to pick me for lunch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But I am still in PJs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I know I need about an hour to get ready. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yet I rather sit in front of my lappie and blog about nonsensical stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&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/19206620-114247770021248106?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114247770021248106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114247770021248106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114247770021248106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114247770021248106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/03/laziness-lazing-around.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114240959649258475</id><published>2006-03-15T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:59:56.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Random Shite -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Toilet is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;FLOODED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;. B'cos the stupid water tank is dripping water. It used to drip at a very slow rate but now it's ripping at the rate like someone cut their main artery. Every 5hours it fills up a bucket! Which means everytime I wake up my toilet floor is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;FLOODED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;! 0_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And to make things worst my stupid tap is leaking too. Not really leaking. Technically the tap cannot be turned off. At the off position water is dripping out. Not dripping make it flowing out. The tape doesn't affect me but is just weird why are all my stuff spoilt? *bleah* Office is closed today. Only get to inform the office tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Kelwin is in Perth for a family holiday. Going out dinner with him later. Feels good to see an old friend in a land of strangers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dyed my hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; yesterday. To get rid of those stupid black roots. Now I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;red headed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. Feel like doing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;red highlights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; to go with it.  *mental note - go to the saloon in uni to see how much they charge* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;With Eik Szee's help, got myself a job. Going for trial next Wednesday. Hope it works out well. I need to earn money to support my shopping and everything. &lt;/span&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/19206620-114240959649258475?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114240959649258475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114240959649258475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114240959649258475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114240959649258475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/03/random-shite-toilet-is-flooded.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114225193514528622</id><published>2006-03-13T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T20:12:15.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Random Thoughts - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Left eye is all red. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Seriously hope it's just sore eyes and not eye infection due to contact lens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Went to Uni with my glasses and without my mobile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Reached Uni for group meeting but Nobody was there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Realised yesterday night that I have totally forgotten that there is a 5% quiz for Capstone today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Quiz sucks. Confirm gone case. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Realise my last MS is in Dec. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I think my body system is screwed up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Maybe I should see a doctor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Given a new job with more responsibility. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Is that a sign that I should stay here and call it my home? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Is that Your way of telling me to stay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Is my decision wrong? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;TELL ME? &lt;/span&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/19206620-114225193514528622?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114225193514528622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114225193514528622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114225193514528622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114225193514528622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/03/random-thoughts-left-eye-is-all-red.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114204701783782696</id><published>2006-03-11T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T11:16:57.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Friday Late Night Shopping Bargains -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It's Friday which means it's late night shopping in the city. The only place that is easily accessible with buses that runs til about midnight. Headed do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;wn to the city at 4ish. Eik Szee and her housemate was late because they missed the bus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Waited for half an hour before they came. It was freezing cold yesterday man. A ch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ange in weather, nice to feel cold breeze after endless 38deg days. I think I grew so much darker in just 1 week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Anyway, headed down to Harbour Town where all the cheap barg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ains were. So here goes my barang barang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/Picture%2814%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/320/Picture%2814%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Item 1: Pair of navy blue Nike Capris ($35)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/Picture%2812%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/320/Picture%2812%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Item 2: Black Layered Hanky Skirt ($4.95)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/Picture%2813%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/320/Picture%2813%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Item 3: Flowery Print Tube Dress ($14.95)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/Copy%201%20of%20Picture%2812%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/320/Copy%201%20of%20Picture%2812%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Item 4: Khaki BoobTube ($10.95) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Everything except my Nike capris is like less than $15 lah. Damn cheap! The skirt is only $4.95! I cannot even buy a Mackers meal with it! Comforting myself after spending so much money. I have no idea when will I ever wear the BoobTube and the dress. But it's just damn cheap! Shopping makes one happy. I am a happy girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;After shopping and dinner, headed down to Northbridge to The Moon Cafe to meet Nikki, JD and Ling. A cafe that is like Settler's Cafe in Holland Village. But we did not see the board games at the counter and NOBODY was playing board games at all. Everyone was just drinking and smoking. So we thought that there were no games and the last time Sandra went she brought along her own game. So we spent the night playing Dai Dee, drinking and staring at people making out. It was only when we were paying and leaving the cafe did we notice the whole bunch of board games at the counter. *SMACKS HEAD*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my Friday night. Going to play mahjong tonight with Eliza and Brian. Hopefully Eliza found another "leg". Suppose to be going for dim sum. But apparently Nikki and Ling are still sleeping! Muhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-114204701783782696?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114204701783782696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114204701783782696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114204701783782696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114204701783782696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/03/friday-late-night-shopping-bargains_11.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114197112459530795</id><published>2006-03-10T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T14:12:04.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Photos -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/collage20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/400/collage20.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/collage19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/400/collage19.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photos from Thailand Trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/collage21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/400/collage21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aileen's Farewell with Candice, JingYi, Sharon and Dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/sandra%20%26%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/400/sandra%20%26%20me.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner with Sandra&lt;br /&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/19206620-114197112459530795?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114197112459530795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114197112459530795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114197112459530795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114197112459530795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/03/photos-photos-from-thailand-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114192699700754359</id><published>2006-03-10T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T01:56:37.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Going Home -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I think I made up my mind. I decided to go back to Singapore after I graduate, after my convocation. I decided against applying PR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Returning to Perth this time was different, I knew that I have to make up my mind if I want to apply for PR. If I want to stay in Aussie Land to work or to go back Singapore to work. This is the very first time that I felt a pang in my heart when I bid farewell with my parents at the airport on Monday. This is the first time that feeling stayed with me even when I touched down to Perth. And the home sick feeling stayed for a couple of days. The very first time I was home sick for so long. I guessed it's a sign to show that maybe I am not that strong to leave my family behind and start my life alone in Aussie Land. I realise that I do need my family with me. Maybe afterall I am a very family-oriented person. I need the tender loving care of my granny, daddy, mummy and bro. It's quite amusing to see that although I am the elder child but I am actually the most "xiao hai zi" in the house. My brother "looks" after me more than I look after him. Maybe is all these TLC I need. I really hope my decision to go back to Singapore is the correct one. Eik Szee asked me what if I regret after going back to Singapore? I really have no idea. But seriously at this moment and for the past 2 weeks I felt that my heart is in Singapore and even if I can fulfil the first 5 years of the PR criteria, in the long run I will still have to give up my PR status unless I can find someone that I want to marry during my stint in Perth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I seriously hope I do not regret my decision of going back to Singapore. I freaking hate regrets. I have too many regrets in my life already. I do no need another major one to bring me down in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Gawd. I realise freaking, irritating decisions come along with age! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/19206620-114192699700754359?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114192699700754359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114192699700754359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114192699700754359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114192699700754359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/03/going-home-i-think-i-made-up-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114192630309071955</id><published>2006-03-10T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T01:45:03.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INTERNET ROX MY WORLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;After freaking almost 2 weeks of NO INTERNET! I suddenly feel that INTERNET ROCKS! I seriously can die without it. Have to haunt Cal every other day to d/c his line and get the phone line working. Operator told me that the line will be connected on Thursday from 8am to 5pm. Checked a thousand times to see if it was connected til it was time to go for Uni. Came home to a happy house with INTERNET. I must say again that INTERNET ROCKS MY WORLD. I feel so much happier staying at home alone with internet. I nearly die from oversleeping for the past 2 weeks. I do nothing but go uni, sleep and REWATCH my stupid Monkey King show. I freaking rewatch it like 5 times. I need new shows. With internet I don't feel so "out of the world" INTERNET ROCKS. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I LOVE WHOEVER THAT CREATED INTERNET. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/19206620-114192630309071955?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114192630309071955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114192630309071955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114192630309071955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114192630309071955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/03/internet-rox-my-world-after-freaking.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-114027571380441888</id><published>2006-02-18T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T23:15:13.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- FOCUS-&lt;br /&gt;I freaking need to FOCUS on STUDYING! I need to stop myself from nua-ing and stop allowing my mind to wander off.&lt;br /&gt;I need to freaking keep my eyes on my notes and textbook and not think of stupid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I freaking need to STUDY b'cos exams are like 2 days away and I am miles away from knowing my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I am freaking screwed b'cos I actually rather blog about how I need to focus than rather really studying.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?!&lt;br /&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/19206620-114027571380441888?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/114027571380441888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=114027571380441888' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114027571380441888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/114027571380441888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/02/focus-i-freaking-need-to-focus-on.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-113985113721865040</id><published>2006-02-14T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T01:23:44.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Story of Irritating People -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Let me relate a story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Let's call the girl in this story J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;J has a relatively big paternal family. She has this auntie, whom is not married and the auntie is old. Let's call the auntie C. So b'cos C is old and not married and due to some regulations by the govt C is qualified to buy a HDB flat. C recently moved into her new flat b'cos her old one was taken back by the govt for further development (enblock dunno if that is how you spell it) Anyway, being old and without a man to help out. She bothers her brothers. Going shopping with her is nerve racking. J tried once and nearly died cos they spent the bloody whole day shopping for lights. WTH. Whole day for lights! And C constant "slapping" on J's shoulders when talking does not reduce the irritation J is feeling. And from then on J swore off shopping with C. To begin with the only reason J went was to spend more time her parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;So last Saturday, J's whole paternal family went out for dinner again (Chinese New Year season) and once again we were all "forced" to go to C's place cos her bloody washing machine is not working. So she needs her brothers to fix it! (Bloody hell just call the technicans from where the washing machine was bought lah) Anyway, J hates going to C's place cos it's damn bloody small. Hardly any space to fit everyone. (New flats are damn small now) Anyway, J got to her house sat in front of the telly with her bro. Bro attempted to switch on the telly. Turned almost every switch on without avail. Even told him to try the tv's On/Off button. So J attempted by pressing the power button on the remote. "HE'S WALKING IN FRONT DON'T PRESS THE BUTTON. GOT RADIATION!" =_= J seriously just rolled her eyes and J's bro went "Pls lah. Remote uses infrared and not radiation" (Note: J and her bro had all these remote radiation crap since young ok! Like since Primary Sch and they NEVER believe it cos they ain't stupid) But to point. J said "How to on telly?" So C went to powerpoint and flick the switch on. And I press the Power button on the control. TV came on but C went to press the TV's On/Off button which obviously turned off the telly! And C thinks that it was due to J's itchy fingers on the remote that cause her telly to be turned off. (Cos to C turning on and off the telly frequently will spoilt it. But to begin with the bloody freaking telly was GIVEN to her by J's uncle! WTH lah. Such a scrooge that do not even buy your own telly) Anyway, she "tsked" J damn bloody loudly and rolled her eyes at J. J was rather IS damn pissed. WTF lah. Not J's fault kz. J face turned black immediately and refuse to acknowledge any of C's "demands" for J to play mahjong with her (Using J to entertain her lah. Cos since start of CNY C's being constantly asking J and her family to go play MJ with her) J was so pissed den she demanded her parents to go home ASAP. And the next day J had another family dinner and J just totally refuse to acknowledge C's presence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Seriously like wat the f*ck. It's fine that you bloody use your brothers to fix your house at the expense of boring their children. You bloody hell *tsk* me! I hate pple doing it to me lah! At something that is bloody YOUR fault. My tolerance level has a limit kz! Why do I have terrible and weird aunties? (Notice the S is not 1 but 2!) Gawd. Someone save me. I even had to warn my bro that if he ever turned out like any one of them. I will NEVER allow him never me! And Yes the bloody poor J is ME ME ME ME ME ME. I am starting to hate family meetings.&lt;/span&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/19206620-113985113721865040?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/113985113721865040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=113985113721865040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113985113721865040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113985113721865040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/02/story-of-irritating-people-let-me.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-113984720396497325</id><published>2006-02-14T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T00:13:23.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have damn alot of f*cking insecurities in me. I want to find a way to get these insecurities out of my mind and life. I never told anyone about them and I doubt I ever will. Sometimes I feel like just digging a hole and bury myself in it and hide away from the world. But I can't. All I can do is plaster on a smile and carry on with life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Despite the fact that one may be surrounded by people everyday but deep down they are just a loner in the world. Everything is so fake. I bloody hate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-113984720396497325?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/113984720396497325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=113984720396497325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113984720396497325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113984720396497325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-have-damn-alot-of-fcking.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-113955688265748483</id><published>2006-02-10T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T15:34:42.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;- Quiet Time - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I realise I have not done my quiet time for quite some time. I am never a regualr with regards to my quiet time. I understand the importance of quiet time but I never really bothered being consistent. The only times when I try to be regular is nearing exams. It's damn last minute. Hoping that the last minute quiet time will bring me better results. I am such a loser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Quiet time is always the last thing in my mind. I can lay in bed and think about quiet time but never really bother to wake up to do it. Does it mean that quiet time holds no importance to me? Maybe HE is not the top priority of my life. Is HE? I have no idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I did bring back my pink bible and QT materials but I have never touched it since I am back in Singapore. My pink bible is tucked in some dusty corner of my room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Haiz. Can I still call myself His child? &lt;/span&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/19206620-113955688265748483?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/113955688265748483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=113955688265748483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113955688265748483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113955688265748483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/02/quiet-time-i-realise-i-have-not-done.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-113946851013822208</id><published>2006-02-09T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:01:50.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Compulsive Shopping Disorder - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken from Thursday February 09 2006 URBAN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;10 Tell-tale signs of a shopaholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;You go shopping very often, usually once a day&lt;/strong&gt; - Check. Or rather the only thing I do is shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;You feel a "need" to shop rather than a "desire" to shop&lt;/strong&gt; - Check. The need is always there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;You feel easily irritated when you are unable to shop.&lt;/strong&gt; - Not really irritated. I can stay home for a couple of days without killing someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;You do not need and may not use seven out of your 10 purchases&lt;/strong&gt;. - Check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;You incur debts because of your shopping.&lt;/strong&gt; - Check. No debts don't remember owning loanshark money. But serious lack of money due to shopping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Shopping preoccupies you to the point that you neglect other aspects of life including work and family.&lt;/strong&gt; - Nah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;You feel exhilarated during a shopping trip and remorse or guilt when its over.&lt;/strong&gt; - Check. ALL THE TIME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;You argue with family and friends about your spending habits.&lt;/strong&gt; - Check. Family but not friends. Well, maybe a couple of friends do nag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;You try to hide your purchases&lt;/strong&gt;. - Check. All the time! To save some nagging from mummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;You lie to others about the extend or cost of the purchase&lt;/strong&gt;. - Check. To mummy only. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What the fish . . . It's 8 out of the 10 signs! Gawd! This binge-buying habit is squeezing me dry (financial wise). I know I have a problem. Always tell others that I have a shopping disorder. Damnit. But the help provided by the newspaper is so darn ex lah. Imagine how can someone who is suffering from Compulsive Shopping Disorder afford to pay those osychologists or psychiatrists after spending ALL their money on shopping? *ponders*  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-113946851013822208?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/113946851013822208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=113946851013822208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113946851013822208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113946851013822208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/02/compulsive-shopping-disorder-taken.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-113824161626258893</id><published>2006-01-26T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T10:13:36.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Half&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Boiled&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;lotsa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Dark Soya Sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's my craving for breakkie now. But there is NO bread at home. Technically there's always no food at home. All my house has is HELL LOTSA ice-cream! I am too bloody lazy to go downstairs and buy. Too lazy to wash up and change and go downstairs. Just too lazy! Woke up at 9 (which is damn early) sat in front of my lappie til now without moving an inch. *bleah* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want my breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Dear Lord, can you pls drop a loaf of bread. Just leave it on the kitchen table. It will be good if you can do up some half boiled eggs too. Please! I promise I will be good!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/19206620-113824161626258893?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/113824161626258893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=113824161626258893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113824161626258893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113824161626258893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/01/half-boiled-eggs-with-bread-and-lotsa.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-113824040719260049</id><published>2006-01-26T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T09:53:27.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- bleah -&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me all the talks when the work you give me is crap.&lt;br /&gt;I have to pick up the shit for you.&lt;br /&gt;And you dare order me around, telling me what to do and pretend to be super enthu.&lt;br /&gt;*bleah* Crap *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;Hate people who talk but don't work.&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/19206620-113824040719260049?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/113824040719260049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=113824040719260049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113824040719260049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113824040719260049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/01/bleah-dont-give-me-all-talks-when-work.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-113787240163007157</id><published>2006-01-22T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T03:54:27.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just bloody hell broke my bottle of hair repair lotion lah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's freaking oily and the bottle shattered into damn alot of tiny pieces lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And my hand has freaking damn alot of cuts from trying to pick up the glass lah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I bloody have to break it at freaking 3 AM lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;At a time where taking up the vacuum will break the peace and quiet for the whole block lah!&lt;br /&gt;And my fingers are damn bloody pain from the cuts lah!&lt;br /&gt;I don't freaking dare to use my hands to touch my face or eyes lah. With fear that I have some small glass on my fingers and I will scratch my eyes or face with those glass bits lah. Despite the fact that I washed my hands liao lah!&lt;br /&gt;I am damn paranoid now lah!&lt;br /&gt;I damn scare mummy will hurt herself if she walks into my room tomorrow morning before I wake up and clean up lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;DAMN IT LAH!&lt;br /&gt;How bloody suay can I get! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;With an oily floor, multiple wounds on my hands which freaking hurt alot, hair lotion smelling room, small pieces of glass lingering around on the floor and the guilt of breaking a 1/2 used lotion at 3AM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I guess all things can only be done when I walk up tomorrow morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;DAMNIT&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A BLOODY KLUTZ!&lt;br /&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/19206620-113787240163007157?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/113787240163007157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=113787240163007157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113787240163007157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113787240163007157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-just-bloody-hell-broke-my-bottle-of.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-113777652285639760</id><published>2006-01-21T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T01:02:02.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;- Summer School - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I finally understand why Sandra die also not willing to take summer school in Singapore. Singapore is such a distracting place man especially when I have the mentality that I am back for a holiday. So comfortable at home that I will think of every reason why there is no need to go for class. And how i procastinate doing my assignment until the very last minute without even a sense of panic. Summer school in Singapore is terrible man. Everyday I just feel like sitting at home and nua in front of the telly until it's time to go sleep. I have NEVER flipped open my text book for the past month. Neither have I done any tutorial. Die. What a slacker!  *bleah*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-113777652285639760?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/113777652285639760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=113777652285639760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113777652285639760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113777652285639760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/01/summer-school-i-finally-understand-why.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-113772761367065892</id><published>2006-01-20T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T11:26:53.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Getting Old-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPIE BIRTHDAY CHUEN&lt;/span&gt;! Super old liao! First to turn 22. Starting to freak me out! Muhaha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPIE BELATED BIRTHDAY. 22 years and 1 day old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you din't enjoy your birthday yesterday but I promise you will have a ball of time when we meet up.&lt;br /&gt;Meet up soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE CARE. HAPPIE BIRTHDAY &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;OLD WOMAN&lt;/span&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/19206620-113772761367065892?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/113772761367065892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=113772761367065892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113772761367065892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113772761367065892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/01/getting-old-happie-birthday-chuen.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-113772662236748732</id><published>2006-01-20T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T11:10:22.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Perfect Fit -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  Finding the right person that clicks with you is so ever important. Managed to find one today. It's amazing how we totally hit it off after the first "official" meeting. Damn cool to be able to sit and talk throughout the whole night on our first meeting. Kinda exchanged our life stories in 1 night! Makes me feel all warm and cozy again. But it also emphasis the fact that I am living in a much delusion world of my own. How pampered and "spoilt" I am. Haiz. I hate the fact that I seem to be so detached from the real world. Mentally I think I am like a kiddo and I think others view me as one too. I hate it despite it's good to be "young" mentally but it makes me seem like a simpleton to others. :(&lt;br /&gt;The ciggies smell is still lingering in my room. But I wash and scrubbed myself. Stupid smell! Stale ciggies smell STINKS! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it struck me that I forgot to put up my one and only New Year resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Do not be too involved with "making friends",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will not go through the whole popularity quest again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am just damn bloody tired to continue to swim in the sea of so called "friends"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;and make friends with them. Because newer people will always replace me and soon I will be out of their lives. It's just an endless cycle. I decide that I should not bring misery to myself. Just let it go and learn to be a loner. I guess sometimes when I learn to let go it brings about more happiness. But letting go is damn hard. It's not as easy as said. I will learn to let go throughout 2006. Hopefully I will be able to find the art of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-113772662236748732?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/113772662236748732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=113772662236748732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113772662236748732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113772662236748732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/01/perfect-fit-finding-right-person-that_20.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-113759888325960266</id><published>2006-01-18T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T23:41:23.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;- Bimbo-ism -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My nail have to break just about 1week-ish before Chinese New Year! Now so short how to paint my nails? I want to go Marina to that shop to buy the pink nail polish. But nail so short now. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-113759888325960266?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/113759888325960266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=113759888325960266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113759888325960266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113759888325960266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/01/bimbo-ism-my-nail-have-to-break-just.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-113740635129933548</id><published>2006-01-16T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T18:13:18.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;- Random Rattling of My Life -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After endless days of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;rain, the sun finally broke throught the dark clouds and once again SHINE. Although the weather is disgustingly humid, making one sticky with an overdose of moisture in the air. At least I can go out without the fierce looking grey sky and endless rain, make it DOWNPOUR. Is not even qualify to be called rain is DOWNPOUR or STORM. *bl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;eah*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;11.01.2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Lunch with Candice. Candice and Aileen got back from Bangkok. Aileen was suppose to go lunching with Candice and not me. But in the wee hours of the morning on MSN Aileen extended the invitation for lunch. But stupid woman in the end did not make it b'cos her granny BAN her from leaving the house. MUHAHA. Met Candice. Was fashionably (SUPER) late b'cos I was too lazy to move my arse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; to the bathroom to shower.Had Swensen's for lunch. Cream of Corn soup,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/Swensens.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/200/Swensens.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Fish &amp; Chips, Fried mushrooms, "designer" ice-cream, Coke. Ended our lunch. Walked from PS to Orchard. Walking aimlessly to kill time before Candice's class start again. Walked back to PS/SMU from Orchard. Ended my lunch trip in town. ALL the wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;y to town for lunch! I kinda miss Perth, where I am just 15 minutes bus ride away from town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;13.01.2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Went down Chinatown to buy my air tickets back to Lala Land. B'cos Chinese New Year is near. Lights in Chinatown were up. And b'cos today is a Friday and it wasn't raining. Chinatown is freaking flooded with people! After getting tickets was led to the CNY market. DAMNIT! Super crowded, flooded with people. Aunties that do not give way. Or rather, not even expecting them to give way. JUST FREAKING WALK IN ORDER and stop pushing me with your kid! Don't think I will not step on your kid's feet kz! WTH! I think I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:new gothic nt;" &gt;Agoraphobia - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:new gothic nt;" &gt; Crowded public places like markets. Totally hate it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;14.01.2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Intensive class at 2pm. 7 hours of school straight kinda horrified me. Wanted to skip it to join the girls for shopping but there is participation marks and Kenneth Kee seems to be a meanie and a stingy poker with regards to participation marks. Spent my whole Saturday at Marketing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/mislogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/200/mislogo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Institute of Singapore. 6 hours of class! Nearly died there. Kenneth Kee is horrible. He is one of the few lecturers that demand a PERFECT answer. Not like the normal lecturers that will give in as long as you give a reasonable answer to his question. Suppose to finish at 7.30pm b'cos we gave up our 1 hour dinner break. But the stupid guy talked til it was 8.15pm. Everyone was so hungry that NOBODY was even listening to him. Headed straight to dinner at Paradiz Centre. Was at the Roasted Meat stall where I asked the person if they remove the bones of the duck. She stare at me and suddenly just say "Ni hen ke ai leh." (with respect to the debone issue) She turned to the other guy and said "Yao Qi Ku leh. for this heng shi wen de xiao jie" (Must debone for this super ku niang ger) ||=_= *dang*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;15.01.2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Another long day at MIS rotting my Sunday morning away. Woke up at 8am! FREAKING 8am to prepare for class at 10am. SEE I HATE STAYING SO FAR AWAY FROM TOWN! Another 7 hours of endless class. Had lunch with classmates and back to class again. Until 5.15pm! Suppose to meet Hui and Michelle for shopping much earlier. But b'cos of Hui's church and my class everything was pushed back to 5.30pm. I almost want to skip the meet-up. Really damn freaking tired. But b'cos both of them are working and weekdays are a NO NO. I dragged myself to Raffles City. Thank goodness I decided to go b'cos we ended up at my favourite place eating steak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/hogs.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/400/hogs.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;This is an Australian resturant that serves damn good steak. This is the only thing that I totally miss about Perth. MY STEAK! Now that they have a store in CHIJMES. We headed down to CHIJMES to have STEAK. *drools* My virgin trip to dine in CHIJMES too. The place is decorated exactly like the one in Perth. Size of the food did not shrink too. Had avocado prime rib with salad and curly fries. They have the BEST curly fries. But I was served with more salad lesser fries here. Nevertheless, it was DAMN good lah. Just that the medium rare is a bit too rare lah. BLOODY. But on another note it is quite pricey! My steak costed $32.90! Sat and eat drink til we nearly puked and wanted to pee so badly that we left the place. Spent a wonderful time with the 2 of them. But stupid 502 had to spoil the day. Long wait for the bus AGAIN. Foul smelling bus with a full stomach and a girl with motion sickness is bad, REAL BAD . NEARLY puked after I alighted from the bus. What is so express about an express bus if I have to wait 30 minutes for it? The other time I waited for 45 minutes! And what is so express about it if it does not have the capacity to take more passengers after waiting for 45 minutes? I am so going to write a complain letter soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;16.01.2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Just told mum that class tonight is cancelled! What a lie. BUT after 2 days of intensive I offically declare that my brain must have a much needed break! And is not as if Surya (my heavily Indian accented Indian teacher) is teaching anything that is important. Might as well read on my own! Think it's better, faster, easier to comprehend! Yipees. I get to watch the decoration show on Channel 8 at 8pm today! *dances around* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-113740635129933548?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/113740635129933548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=113740635129933548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113740635129933548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113740635129933548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/01/random-rattling-of-my-life-after.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-113690215427227863</id><published>2006-01-10T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T22:09:14.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Excessive Rain - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/collage18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/320/collage18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evidence of excessive rain. Clouds at the forest opposite my block. Taken from 10th storey. Feels like I am in Genting. Too much rain! Spoils everything. All the rotting at home b'cos of the rain. Sleeping endlessly b'cos the weather is perfect to snuggle up in bed. STOP RAINING. I WANNA GO OUT AND PLAY! &lt;/span&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/19206620-113690215427227863?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/113690215427227863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=113690215427227863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113690215427227863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113690215427227863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/01/excessive-rain-evidence-of-excessive.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-113678523005204029</id><published>2006-01-09T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T13:41:00.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Birthday Celebrations cum Supper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/collage16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/400/collage16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;27.12.2005&lt;br /&gt;Supper with Chuen, Yvonne &amp; KE. A rare meeting b'cos it's hard to get Chuen and KE. Was fashionably late for 45 minutes. All b'cos lazy bum aka me wants to go home from Suntec to get the car so I can drive to Holland. Save cab fare. Birthday celebrations for Yvonne. Crystal Jade's La Mian and Xiao Long Baos made us happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mackers with Chuen &amp; Yvonne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/collage17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/400/collage17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.12.2005&lt;br /&gt;Macker supper with Chuen &amp; Yvonne. A last meet up before Yvonne leaves for her internship. Nonsense yakking and laughing. Clementi Mac that brings back all the Seconday School memories. The good old times. Yeah to 24 hours Mac nowadays!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/19206620-113678523005204029?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/113678523005204029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=113678523005204029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113678523005204029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113678523005204029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/01/birthday-celebrations-cum-supper-27.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-113674716931499314</id><published>2006-01-09T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T16:21:41.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"Just treat them back as how they treat you. It's not worth it if they don't understand and see your point of view on life and blame you for it."&lt;br /&gt;(The statement goes something like that. Can't really remember word for word)&lt;br /&gt;Taken from an uncle during a MSN conversation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I finally see the light to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&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/19206620-113674716931499314?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/113674716931499314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=113674716931499314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113674716931499314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113674716931499314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-treat-them-back-as-how-they-treat.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-113656998592107853</id><published>2006-01-07T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T01:53:05.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;My darling has ran away to Melbourne! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;*SULK &amp;amp; CRIES*&lt;/span&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/19206620-113656998592107853?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/113656998592107853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=113656998592107853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113656998592107853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113656998592107853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-darling-has-ran-away-to-melbourne.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-113586715484246123</id><published>2005-12-29T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T22:39:14.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;*_* Evidence of Excessive MSNing *_*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/Picture%289%29.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/320/Picture%289%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/Picture%284%29.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/320/Picture%284%29.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*dang*&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more? Missing and half letters on my key board says it all.&lt;br /&gt;I am offically a shopping cum MSN addict! What a bum. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/19206620-113586715484246123?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/113586715484246123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=113586715484246123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113586715484246123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113586715484246123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2005/12/evidence-of-excessive-msning-dang-need.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-113578067011990871</id><published>2005-12-28T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T22:37:50.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0^0 Envy Me 0^0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;After like forever, contemplating of whether to buy the perfume. I finally got it. And at the expense of daddy. No matter how bimbotic it sounds. It's my first Gucci product! And it's a bloody $120. But it just smells damn good. Makes me happy when I know that I smell good. Thanks Daddy and Mummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/Picture%284%29.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/200/Picture%284%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/Picture%289%29.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/200/Picture%289%29.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/Copy%201%20of%20Picture%2810%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/200/Copy%201%20of%20Picture%2810%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I should be doing my assignment. There's a group meeting tomorrow afternoon. But being the lazy fat arse. I have YET to start doing ANYTHING. And I intend to go watch my telly etc. What a bummer. I hate myself for being such a procrastinator. &lt;/span&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/19206620-113578067011990871?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/113578067011990871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=113578067011990871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113578067011990871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113578067011990871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2005/12/00-envy-me-00-after-like-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-113575164693947730</id><published>2005-12-28T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T14:34:06.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;0-0 New Colour 0-0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;daddy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 days of VERY hard work. Sweat and all. The walls are finally done. Now I have a purple room. Notice the green curtains! Mummy happily thinks that I will have a green room forever and ever. So she made new curtains for me last year and decided that it should be green. Notice the green clock too. Mummy's doings too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/Picture%284%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/200/Picture%284%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/Picture%2810%29.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/200/Picture%2810%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/Picture%289%29.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/200/Picture%289%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unable to move my furniture around coz daddy got lazy and CLAIMS that the cupboard cannot move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy: "Move somemore will spoilt"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Me: "Spoilt than buy new one lah. Anyway the handle is long broken"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy: Pretend I did not say anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fine. So after he moved back the cupboard to the original position. The sliding door is NO LONG SLIDING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Me: "Daddy you haven fix the sliding door"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Daddy: Meddle meddle. Push push. Throws hands in the air. "Aiya see spoilt already"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Me: "Not spoilt can put back one. That time also like that when you moved it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Daddy: "CANNOT LAH. SPOILT LIAO LAH"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Me: *dang* What a dad. Spoilt my cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Went Ikea one day after the cupboard was "spoilt" (still usable just that the doors don't slide now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Me: "I am going Ikea. Can I drive there? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Daddy: "NO NO"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Me: "But I know how to get there and I can park already. I even went Bukit Timah on my own."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Daddy: " NO NO. There got dunno dunno what thing going on. They making this this that that" Rattles on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Me: "Fine!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Daddy: "You go Ikea ark. Go find a cupboard lah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Me: Super excited. "Ok. Then you pay ark?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Daddy: "Go find this size this size."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Me: "Go measure then write down for me lah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Daddy: Proceeds to the balcony and start saying the measurement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Me: |=_=| *dang* "Huh. You taking bout a cupboard to store ur barang ark. Not my warerobe ark?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Daddy: Pretend that I meantion bout my warerobe. "Buy drawers or doors one also can"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Me: . . . . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Firstly, ask me go Ikea buy cupboard and don't let me drive there. How to carry back? Second, so much so for always saying that I need to practice to get the hang of driving. How to practice if I never get the car out? Haiz. What a wonderful daddy. I need a new warerobe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Daddy took my camera again. This time to Taiwan. And the pitiful owner of that camera has use her pathetic super old camera phone to take pictures. Room was actually done about a week ago. Just too bloody lazy to blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-113575164693947730?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/113575164693947730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=113575164693947730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113575164693947730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113575164693947730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2005/12/0-0-new-colour-0-0-after-my-daddys-3.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-113558314914731299</id><published>2005-12-26T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T15:45:49.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Battle -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sore throat. Knowing what is coming my way. I tried my best to beat it. But now it got worst muscle aches, sore throat, stuffy nose, cough etc. Flu Bug - 1 Jeslyn - 0. DAMNIT. I lost to the flu bug. Ruthless bug. I hate it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-113558314914731299?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/113558314914731299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=113558314914731299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113558314914731299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113558314914731299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2005/12/battle-sore-throat.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-113543821926281353</id><published>2005-12-24T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T23:30:19.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;0- My Christmas Pressie -0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I had my first Christmas Present. And guess who is it from . . .  *DANG* ZENG HU aka GOVT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/Picture%289%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/400/Picture%289%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/Picture%2810%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/400/Picture%2810%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; A PARKING FINE! WORTH $30!!!! And the super pissing part is that I only park for a mere 10-15 minutes. All I did was park the car went into the PizzaHut cum KFC at JE swimming complex to pick up dinner for me and my bro. As I was walking down the stairs I saw this guy staring at the car. I actually stupidly thought that I forgot to lock the car! HA! If only that was true. *pui* They are stupid parking attendants that are not in the typical uniform. So I am actually a couple of minutes away from getting to the car before the stinking stupid parking attendant issued me the fine! Why do I always get shit when I drive? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; A lonely Christmas and a fine for Christmas. What a WONDERFUL time! A dinner that costed me almost $70! Can eat tonnes of food man! *pui* Cheat my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;E&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; C&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;M&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;S &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;O &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/19206620-113543821926281353?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/113543821926281353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=113543821926281353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113543821926281353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113543821926281353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2005/12/0-my-christmas-pressie-0-i-had-my.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-113533314491840397</id><published>2005-12-23T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T18:19:04.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Omega 3 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Results were out about 2 weeks ago. Just told my mum my results on Mon. Not that I failed or something. Just cannot be bothered to tell her. Told her over dinner. Gramps cooked salmon and after I told her my results. She said "TAKE MORE SALMON. THERE'S OMEGA 3 IN IT" *dang* Is that a compliment or a sacastic remark? I think it's the latter. *bleah* What an encouraging mum!&lt;br /&gt;I need entertainment for Christmas. It's going to be a lonely Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-113533314491840397?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/113533314491840397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=113533314491840397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113533314491840397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113533314491840397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2005/12/omega-3-results-were-out-about-2-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19206620.post-113470421102524562</id><published>2005-12-16T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T11:36:51.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;- I Am Broke - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Christmas is round the corner. Suppose to do Christmas shopping for peeps. But I am broke. And there are a couple of birthday presents I am suppose to buy too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; *sigh* Why can't money fall from the sky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/200/money.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; So that I am make the peep around me happy? &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;When shopping yesterday, at the ulu-est place. Sat a train to Kovan MRT. Took the North East line for the 3rd time. (1st time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; from Outram to Chinatown, 2nd from PS to Outram and now from Outram to Kovan) Din't have the slightest idea wher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;e I was. En&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ded up we were at Hougang/Tampiness/Serangoon? No idea. But heck. Spent $35 at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Wing Tai's factory outlet. Went down to PS and spend another $30 on a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/1600/xmas%20tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5834/334/200/xmas%20tree.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;nother skirt. Therefore, total damage $65!And I bought a skirt for $59 yesterday. That means $124 gone to boost the economy! *oppps* Din't I just say I was broke!?! DAMNIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;. I am a hopeless shopaholic! I think I lov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;e myself more than my frens. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*sigh* Time to s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;tart doing work for summer. Assignments due in Jan. And it's already near the end of Dec now. I need entertainment for Christmas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19206620-113470421102524562?l=jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/feeds/113470421102524562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19206620&amp;postID=113470421102524562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113470421102524562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19206620/posts/default/113470421102524562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jes-jaded-world.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-broke-christmas-is-round-corner.html' title=''/><author><name>- jes -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15960654233534913037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
