<?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-5987965354413900633</id><updated>2012-01-27T23:19:14.121+08:00</updated><category term='T-shirts'/><category term='motorsport'/><category term='apparel'/><category term='Rev-Junkies'/><title type='text'>the . angel . my . heart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-408338940036953868</id><published>2011-08-06T01:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T01:46:59.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rev-Junkies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T-shirts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motorsport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apparel'/><title type='text'>Rev-Junkies.com</title><content type='html'>Heard of Rev-Junkies? No..? It's time that you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief introduction of Rev-Junkies to the clueless. Rev-Junkies are the latest branding in the motorsport apparels. Recently launched, they are currently now carving their names in the industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No drama if you are not a big fan of motorsports as the apparels are designed to fit in your casual wears be it male or female. Currently there are 2 collections available to feast your eyes on. First is called the "Classics". As the name says it all, its the classic of the best of both worlds -white and black. And the second one "Collaboration". Rev-Junkies had teamed up with the local car magazine Hypertune to bring you a batch of interestingly designed t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've been to some car events lately, you might have seen them at the recent Super GT @ Sepang and the Federation D, ODC Drift Competition @ Speed City KL. And you should be looking out for them in many more upcoming events in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both collections are in stock and up for grabs now! And I can assure you, the response has been awesome. So before you sit home and look at their website and start regretting, get yours today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prices range from RM35 onwards (a steal for great quality shirt and great designs that you definitely won't be able to find anywhere!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the saying goes with the Rev-Junkies are the definition of .." by enthusiasts for the enthusiasts ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check them out at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Website: &lt;a href="http://www.rev-junkies.com"&gt;www.rev-junkies.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook: Rev-Junkies (search us!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: My line is effin' up so I'm gonna have to post the photos' some other time. But do check out their website for more pics! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear Rev-Junkies. Do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-408338940036953868?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/408338940036953868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=408338940036953868&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/408338940036953868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/408338940036953868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2011/08/rev-junkiescom.html' title='Rev-Junkies.com'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-2688745924431761451</id><published>2011-03-20T21:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T21:31:01.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Green? (I thought earthquake and tsunami are natural disaster)</title><content type='html'>I was bewildered at the statement that has unintentionally provoked the public. Facebookers and Twitterers are not being left out either. In within 15 minutes, my Facebook wall has been flooded with news and video links to what has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I generally am not into political and have no interest to spark flames but here is 2 vids to those who didn't manage to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Malaysian First Lady video. Her comments on the recent tsunami in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7vY_nsVnVA"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another video that many public has agreed on its lashbacks on Rosmah, our Malaysian First Lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=15kT3WZjtpE"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, don't worry about the links. No virus. LOL! It's just a direct link to youtube. I'm just to impatient to wait to load vids into blog. Takes too much of a time. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guess on what our First Lady said might and might not imply something different. Well, different people different perspective. She might have said it and meant exactly what it was and she might have meant something else but did not put her words rightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is... It had definitely made impact on Malaysians and being called "Stupid Malaysians Bastards" ain't really a good thing to go for especially for people from other countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We aim to put Malaysia as a global... well, guess they marketed us and gave us such an insulting way. Now the world knows how idiotic we are"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say much as I'm not a "keyboard warrior" slashing every comments out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You judge yourself.&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/5987965354413900633-2688745924431761451?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/2688745924431761451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=2688745924431761451&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/2688745924431761451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/2688745924431761451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2011/03/going-green-i-thought-earthquake-and.html' title='Going Green? (I thought earthquake and tsunami are natural disaster)'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-3993180054866111656</id><published>2011-03-10T17:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T17:37:07.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I.Heart.Axxe</title><content type='html'>I'm currently back with my blogshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hop on over to  &lt;a href="http://iheartaxxe.blogspot.com"&gt;http://iheartaxxe.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; to check out what we have in store for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have 100% original handmade  accessories for you from necklaces, bracelets, earrings, charms etc. And  we are also selling loose beads for D.I.Y and many more items to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  took the liberty to keep the previous items that we had. If you see  something you like, don't hesitate to enquire within for custom-made  orders (anything goes) and price wise you are asking? Everything is made  affordable!&lt;br /&gt;Price are going as low as RM5.00 and onwards. Unique,classy items at  affordable prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some teaser pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lisgRyjZXGs/TXiaVqU-pgI/AAAAAAAABrM/E5Hlwc4fCVo/s1600/P1070410%2Bcopy%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lisgRyjZXGs/TXiaVqU-pgI/AAAAAAAABrM/E5Hlwc4fCVo/s400/P1070410%2Bcopy%2B1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582381435055941122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zDXBmVroLs4/TXiaVif6PsI/AAAAAAAABrE/gbyQkrt5kjI/s1600/P1070402%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zDXBmVroLs4/TXiaVif6PsI/AAAAAAAABrE/gbyQkrt5kjI/s400/P1070402%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582381432954306242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HlfJ3VgTFbc/TXiaHgujKCI/AAAAAAAABq8/DcG4qPEHEx0/s1600/DSCN2195%252Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://iheartaxxe.blogspot.com"&gt;Http://iheartaxxe.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo&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/5987965354413900633-3993180054866111656?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/3993180054866111656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=3993180054866111656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/3993180054866111656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/3993180054866111656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2011/03/iheartaxxe.html' title='I.Heart.Axxe'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lisgRyjZXGs/TXiaVqU-pgI/AAAAAAAABrM/E5Hlwc4fCVo/s72-c/P1070410%2Bcopy%2B1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-891806816285697363</id><published>2010-12-06T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T18:29:13.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faces of People</title><content type='html'>Are you working? I bet most of you are. Are you working in an office environment where your desktop a.k.a computer/laptop whatever fuck top is your main asset to do your work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine does. Every single one of us in the company that I'm working has a desktop each. Flat LCD monitor that comes with a keyboard and a mouse (Duh!) and a hardphone. Oh. Fret not. Our hardphones are never allowed to be used for personal calls. Whatever it is, I am not talking about what we have/have not in the office. I'm more like wanting to talk about the shittiest kind of characters you can find in an office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So some of you work in a company which does not exceed more than 10 employees. Some close to 30. On a bigger threshold, some even close to 50. But my company has more than a 100 employees and I have gave up counting from the second week onwards since. We're ranged from different departments and currently 2 different floors. I would say 3/4 of the employess are the agents whereby they answer calls, and half in the remaining 1/4 is the management and the administration side. Well, I'm in the administration side. I gave up answering calls more than a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gotten annoyed with certain colleagues? Dislike or just basically want nothing to do with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me list down the many characters that I have seen so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First we have the really snobby/stuck up ones whom they strongly agree to themselves that they are the most important asset to the company but doesn't give any input.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Then we have the just-got-promoted ones and have a sign on their head that says "I'm right, you're wrong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Next is the super-friendly-can-talk-to-anybody ones but fact is everyone hadn't any choice but to "layan" because they simply just haven't had the heart to shut you up in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. And those "we love" are those people who only mixes in their own circle of cliques, where you walk pass them and they give you this awesome stare from the ends of hair to the tip of your toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What else? The loud-mouths. Those who talks like a loudspeaker and never have the conscience that some people are not interested to listen to whatever you are saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Then we come to those who pretends to be busy by slamming the fucking "Enter" button on the keyboard repeatedly and always heaving sighs to show dismay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Then we have those who does their work but also having a few other windows open in the smallest size you can ever imagine to stream Youtube and Facebook. (Well, I do too. =P Just that I don't use my office comp. That's what Iphones are for. LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The ones that comes to work dressing like a slut. Ok. Rephrase. My company has an open policy whereby we can wear whatever we want to with of course giving us the trust ability that we do not over-dressed or under-dressed. The most common ones we have are the shirt, shorts and flip flops. Then we have the shirt, jeans, heels. Then we have the more dressier ones like tubes, skirts and platforms/wedges. (Ok fine. I'm more like dissing the females here) Then we have the killer ones like super-tight- skimpy-short dresses with boots/extreme heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Anymore? YES! We have the I'm-so-hot-I-can-get-all-the-girls ones. There are a handful of male employees here who thinks that they are all that. Hitting on every girl they can hit. With no respect during conversation (as in they talk to you like they are so fucking close to you that they think they have the rights to give you names like sweetie, honey, dear etc). Where the fuck has the harrasment rights flew to!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. And last (I have lots more but lets just keep it to 10 for now) the ones that takes anything/everything from your table without permission. There are always ongoing emails from "Who took my charger" to "I lost my phone". Srsly, haven't they heard of taking care of your own belongings? I wouldn't blame the person who took it. I blame the person who brought their "expensive" items from Ipods, personal laptops, mini speakers etc to work and leave it out in the open. And who's to blame? There are too many people around and there isn't any slightest chance that you can point your finger at. (Plus no CCTV inside the office, just the entrance and the lifts). Good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you encounter any of the characters in the list? Oh? You have better ones? Come comment and share your worst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-891806816285697363?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/891806816285697363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=891806816285697363&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/891806816285697363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/891806816285697363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2010/12/faces-of-people.html' title='Faces of People'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-241101590501802449</id><published>2010-11-25T15:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T16:41:28.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iphone Fan-fcking-natic</title><content type='html'>Who owns an Iphone? May it be the 1st gen, 3G, 3GS, 4... Jailbroken or not. Put your hands up...! Put your put your hands up! *doing air-drum*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this years of me being a hardcore, SAY NO to overrated Iphones, talk shits about Iphone users, I am now a proud owner of a white back Iphone 3GS 16gb, 3Gig data plan monthly (Srsly, I can't seem to fully utilize the 3Gig data) for the last 5 months. After being a not so loyal user jumping from Sony Ericsson, Samsung, Nokia, HTC, BlackBerry... getting different models from the same maker, I'd figured Iphone was the next choice to go. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so nice about Iphone? Fcking up the phone to be JB-ed for only purpose of being able to download full-paid games, apps for whatever and whatever. Not to say the phone was beautifully blessed with a "WORKING" bloody bluetooth which well, DOES NOT function like any ordinary Bluetooth use. Being the bluetooth to only connect to another user to play only certain games. You cannot transfer photos, ringtones or apps using the built-in Bluetooth on your Iphone. Oh wait, I rephrase... You can. If your phone is JB-ed you can go over to CYDIA to download the external Bluetooth app to do so. One is paid while the other is not. Well, since my Iphone is JB-ed, I got the both of it to try it out. Heck. Paid one on CYDIA, well, you gotta really pay for it. =.= So no. (I'm a cheapo) The not paid one... WOOHOO! It worked perfectly or so I thought. I could transfer photos, ringtones, files... ALL except the games apps. Hell no. Nothing is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, the only reason I am thinking about this topic is not really talking about the pros and cons of the Iphone. I was wanting to "share" (cough, more like fcking) the users of the Iphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok here goes. The first time I actually touch an Iphone, was my sisters. She bought it way back then, albeit more expensive comparing to now for an Iphone 3G. Touch touch here. Touch touch there. Diu. Nothing fancy also. Just another overrated touch screen phone. Ok done. Next is when I actually have friends who are using Iphone. The fcking bloody moment they sit down (haven't even order drinks... okok... haven't even fully seated down) they take their Iphone out and God knows what they doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 mins later. They put it back into their pocket. 2 mins later, they take it out and play again. What the hell is wrong with you??? Is there so many things to be looking at while you are out yum-cha? I get really irritated is when I have limited time to sit around to have drinks, and all they spend the limited time playing with their Iphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I play with my Iphone too. BUT I do not take them out like every single minute of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about those people who changes the cover like every single day? Ok. Cough. Cough. I am one of them. HAHAHA. Not to the extend of changing it everyday. More like every month or so. The current one I'm using is a neon orange which only glows during the day. Yea. Did I mention it correctly? Yes. It only glows in the day. I have bought a few more covers which is being borrowed. More like taken. =.= And yes, I am actually that stupid enough to go buy the covers from Mac City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else do I get irritated? Oh yes. What do you call that? Whatsapp. Or Ping chat. Or whatever app that it's the same function as the BBM. I don't know why. But if I wanted to talk to someone, I'll call. Or text. Yea yea, it's free. So what? It's still running on your data to run the app isn't it? So much for being free. And what are the odds of being around WIFI 24/7? Wait, does Whatsapp run with WIFI too? Heck. Don't know. Don't care. Don't give a fck. I srsly wouldn't want to have a quiet, romantic time with a special someone and there goes the phone beeping away. No fcking way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a cheapo. Eventhough I have Ebuddy, Facebook or Twitter on my Iphone... I have off all the notifications. Because I even off my 3G when I'm not using. Find that useless or not... If I wanted to check my FB, or Twitter or what nots, I'll just log in, check them, log out. I don't feel the need to be found online 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put aside BB users. I'm only annoyed with the Iphone users. Including myself. *scratch balls*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-241101590501802449?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/241101590501802449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=241101590501802449&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/241101590501802449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/241101590501802449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2010/11/iphone-fan-fcking-natic.html' title='Iphone Fan-fcking-natic'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-220333927068173790</id><published>2010-11-20T00:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T01:19:39.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un-breakable Bond?</title><content type='html'>Days are a bore when it starts to rain. And when it does, it rains for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song currently on my mind...? Rain by Creed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do think I need to own an umbrella. But the thought of having it just puts me off. It's heavy (Ok, not that heavy) to leave it in my bag. When I actually have to use it, it gets wet and then I'll have to hold it. Lazy. Plus, I think the umbrella doesn't like me very much. 10/10 times using it, 10/10 times getting my fingers clamped when I close it. Nay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, it's  been pretty weird. My baby girl has been so attached to me for no apparent reason. And what I meant was she sleeps in my mom's room. All this while for the past 3-4 years or so. I don't know why but she refuses to sleep in my room. She doesn't mind coming into my room to play, but she does not like sleeping in my room. She said she was scared. HUH?! (Ok, do not scare myself now) So, I allow her to have her freedom in choosing where she wants to sleep. But I fret not because yea, she's a lot more closer to my parents, especially my mum. Due to the fact that I have to work and my mum takes care of her throughout the afternoon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, just yesterday night... (apparently she cried first when she was in my mums room) my mum came into my room with my baby girl with puffy eyes and her red nose, saying " I want Mummy".  So I told her to come on the bed and tell me why is she crying. And she said " be..be...be...cause I want Mummy...." (cries even more). So I asked her if she wanted to sleep with me and she said yes. Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... half hour later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mummy, when I sleep... (sobs between words) you.. you..  carry me to grandma room okehhh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually she DID NOT sleep because she refuses to close her eyes, I asked her if she wanted to go back to my mums room. She said yes. So I took her back there. Done. (Finally I could get some winks as it was really late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... 10 minutes later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was back in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cries)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patted her to sleep while counting the glow-in-the-dark stars I had all over the ceiling and wall of my room with her, she finally slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning came, I had to go to work. Dad dropped me off while mum and baby girl tag along as they wanted to head out to the morning market. Baby girl started crying again. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part? Walking off into the office building while seeing her crying her heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part? Coming back home to see a smile on her face, knowing she was looking forward to see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I questioned myself. Bliss can be painful at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/TOaxcHmCTSI/AAAAAAAABpk/y1fI0eQKSnE/s1600/IMG_0398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/TOaxcHmCTSI/AAAAAAAABpk/y1fI0eQKSnE/s400/IMG_0398.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541311488159010082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Love I Have For You Is Unimaginable.&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/5987965354413900633-220333927068173790?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/220333927068173790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=220333927068173790&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/220333927068173790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/220333927068173790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2010/11/un-breakable-bond.html' title='Un-breakable Bond?'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/TOaxcHmCTSI/AAAAAAAABpk/y1fI0eQKSnE/s72-c/IMG_0398.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-2523954266338372727</id><published>2010-11-10T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T22:38:40.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rise From The Dead... No. BED!</title><content type='html'>Wow. It's been 5 months not blogging already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been getting jammed up with work. Or so to say I have been extremely lazy to post anything here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's a little re-cap of what's been going on. If I can remember minus the little details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workload has been increasingly burdening with the fact that I'm given the responsibility to handle such trivial and tedious task. Knowingly the consequences playing in the back of head truly isn't helping much. And with my boss in Aussie had taken a long month vacation leave, work has never been the same. And so much to know that he is posting the places where he is vacation-ing leaves me much in envy. From Melbourne, to Singapore, back to Cairns, Aus. Then off he went back to Singapore, to Frankfurt, to London, took a cruise at Southampton, to Spain, and now currently I last checked, he's at Miami. Boo you! But best part yet, I was given the green light to message him on FB for any "urgent/serious" matter to inform him to check his email. Bad choice! Bad choice. *grins evilly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's just that much about work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, my little one is getting off from kindy real soon for the end-year vacation till school re-opens next year. Glad to say that I need not have to fork out that much of money for kindy fees no more. Now all we need is BIGGER school bag to fit in all the notorious text books. I still vaguely remember I never needed to carry such heavy load to school. But nowadays I pity schoolchildren to having heave the burden of heavy textbooks in their bag. They're literally back hunching at the age of 7. I do need a checklist for this. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so with my little one, I have been happily blessed to be attending her kindy sports day, where she has won herself 1 gold and 1 silver medal (clap clap) which photos can be viewed via my FB, if you have me. Attending her graduation where she finally wore her graduation robe and hat with awesome-looking hard cover book of her graduation certificate with photos of her kindy mates and a portrait of herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary school! Here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else have I missed out on? Ah, just general... my sister's toy poodle has been an addition to the family. Sister's 27th birthday came and gone and looking forward for my mums. Annual dinner of my company is just around. Can't remember much of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And last but not least. I would like to congratulate to my dear friend, Li Ann and Lam for their engagement. Sorry I could not be there to witness this joyous moment of yours in which you had in mine previously. Definitely will try my best to attend your wedding ceremony! Fingers crossed to have everything run sailing smooth next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you others, the year has about to come to an end pretty soon. Have you all mapped out your plans for next year yet? Me? No, not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon... I guess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-2523954266338372727?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/2523954266338372727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=2523954266338372727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/2523954266338372727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/2523954266338372727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2010/11/rise-from-dead-no-bed.html' title='Rise From The Dead... No. BED!'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-2162088508754092579</id><published>2010-06-17T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T23:58:15.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sup?</title><content type='html'>I think I have to rename my blog to blogdie-ded.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to post. No inspiring story. Lazy to crap. No talk cock sing song. Blogger block. No pics. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the FIFA games started not too long ago. The mamak's and all are still pretty much empty during game-offs. Thank God. (The only reason why I'm talking bout FIFA is just because I'm making personal bets) Which is dumb. Cos' #1 I don't watch football. #2 I don't understand anything about football. #3 I don't even know which to bet on. #4 What's the player name also don't know. #5 Rules also don't know. #6 What also don't know. Best part is using my best friend which is Google.com and just briefly read about the team and then simply bet on whoever I think is best. I don't bet much. RM10 per game is already killing. At the moment, I'm on the losing end. Finally won once on Argentina. But that was basically very much predictable. So, RM10 + RM10 + RM10 + RM10...... and keeps going and going... U do the math. * Grr *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell. I just took a peek to see the score on Greece vs Nigeria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I need to scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my winning ratio. 1 : 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cannnnnnnnnnnnnnn....!!!!!!! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next bet. France vs Mexico. Come on France. Don't bloody let me lose money now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. One pic to end post. Good night. No mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/TBpF_FOnbhI/AAAAAAAABpU/656DK0sH5_Q/s1600/32448_403740786261_680651261_4792155_5719363_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/TBpF_FOnbhI/AAAAAAAABpU/656DK0sH5_Q/s400/32448_403740786261_680651261_4792155_5719363_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483772446314556946" 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/5987965354413900633-2162088508754092579?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/2162088508754092579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=2162088508754092579&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/2162088508754092579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/2162088508754092579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2010/06/sup.html' title='Sup?'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/TBpF_FOnbhI/AAAAAAAABpU/656DK0sH5_Q/s72-c/32448_403740786261_680651261_4792155_5719363_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-6860353614150943999</id><published>2010-05-19T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T23:42:04.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One two... Let's Go!</title><content type='html'>While I sheepishly smile to myself on the thought that "HEY! Another lousy year gone by", everything else goes to green zone. Time still flies and waits for no man. I am grounded with that. Yes. However much I depressed myself since the last week, it flew by with no stop. Even If I had stopped to do something, the minute goes by. And I am grateful for that. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone hears the same old - same old term. One year older one year wiser. And unfortunately, I have never been wiser. I mean, I am a little wiser but I'm still me. How much I hated getting older day after day, seeing my baby girl all grown up has been a wonderful yet a tremendous exciting journey. While she was all small, wrapped in woolly pink and white cloth, there goes the dilemma of choosing the never-ending drama of how to dress your kid up, temper-throwing tantrums, eating habits, schools, education, tuition etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all that, it's a heart-pumping experience to see how she grew. While I very much experimented certain things on her like piercing her ears at the tender age of 2, tying her hair in all sorts of patterns... She has never failed to put a smile on my face in between the rage that sometimes she gets me into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow or rather, I never do see myself as the perfect mum but yes I do want the best of things for her. It's rather difficult for me to see her grow with just a single parent myself but she gets plentiful of love from my family and friends. That I'm thankful for. Sometimes I wonder does she really know what's REALLY going on. I do wonder what goes on in that little mind of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But push aside all the unforeseen and all uneventful matter, she is turning 6! Mummy's girl is a big girl now and paving her way into primary. Ahh. While I thank God that her kindy fees are finally over, primary school should be less expensive. But I fret. School books. Uniforms and all that. No wonder people are tying their tubes. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope for the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-6860353614150943999?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/6860353614150943999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=6860353614150943999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/6860353614150943999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/6860353614150943999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-two-lets-go.html' title='One two... Let&apos;s Go!'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-340988429657770260</id><published>2010-05-08T14:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T14:29:04.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it comes!</title><content type='html'>It's that time of year again. Everywhere you go will be promotions for Mothers Day. The many ways of advertising. Banners, colorful signage, stage events, hi-tea buffets, gifts and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have you laid out for your mom this year round? I'm just planning to have a quiet day spending it with my daughter and my mom and of course my sis and dad included. Everywhere will be hectic. The malls especially. Can't run away from the norm of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday as I got back home and went to my moms room where my baby girl was out, she saw me and she went "Oh! I forgot......." and she put her hands on her mouth. I asked her "Forgot about what?" She kept quiet and was looking at my mum. I was highly anticipating what has she done. Finally I got to know that she had made me something and her teacher at kindy had told her and the rest of her kindy-mates  to only surprise their mothers on the actual day itself. And wa laa! She "kantoi" herself. So mom took her down to retrieve this "thing" she had made for me and she was making sure that I close my eyes. She came back, stood in front of me and said "Happy Mothers Day!" and gave me this printed A4 size paper folded into four mimicking a greeting card proudly showing me the dutiful-ness of the coloring that she did by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to all mothers, soon-to-be mothers, grandmothers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"HAPPY MOMMA'S DAY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&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/5987965354413900633-340988429657770260?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/340988429657770260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=340988429657770260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/340988429657770260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/340988429657770260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2010/05/here-it-comes.html' title='Here it comes!'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-2241019538744876847</id><published>2010-05-01T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T02:17:34.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know right?</title><content type='html'>My friends have been complaining about my dead blog. But on the serious note, I hadn't any moments where I felt like updating or sharing anything. Much to know that everyday has been a cycle recycling itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been mundane. Even after my manager from Australia came down purpose was to train me to do more work, it had been like any other day. Stoned. I really am not sure if I'm doing everything too fast. But I seriously couldnt' help it. It seemed like every one I knew is leaving the company. The turnover is so bad till much to my realization the company is really taking a toll on all the seniors there. I admit that there will be no other place like my company who's paying me this much on the job scope that I'm doing right now. I had a friend who was asking me to join her company on much to the same job scope but they were offering a thousand ringgit less. You gotta be effin' kidding me. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, life/family had been well... up and down. My daughter had given me a shock of my life when the visit to the hospital at midnight had deemed a real impromptu experience. But she's all well and healthy now. Thanks to all the hospital bills, mine and hers. I'm having so much of a headache paying it off bit by bit. I'm thinking of doing a part time job aside my full time right now but I'm gonna die doing it again. Juggling off 3 jobs at one go previously had really taken a toll on everything. And knowing that, I do not wish doing it again. But I'm just hoping for the better. A promotion? A bonus? Another raise? Could help alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets take a chill pill shall we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-2241019538744876847?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/2241019538744876847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=2241019538744876847&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/2241019538744876847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/2241019538744876847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-know-right.html' title='I know right?'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-4364386460336001347</id><published>2010-03-21T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T21:48:47.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not updating for the whole of Feb till now. I was being extremely lazy and haven't got any motivation to blog at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is just a post to let ya'll know that I'm still alive and the blog isn't dead yet. Will be updating in a few days time so just wait up yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for dropping by if you have been visiting every once in a while. Truly appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but never the least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;30STM rocks my socks!&lt;/span&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/5987965354413900633-4364386460336001347?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/4364386460336001347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=4364386460336001347&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/4364386460336001347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/4364386460336001347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2010/03/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-5799644423864460143</id><published>2010-01-28T22:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T23:04:15.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital trip and more!</title><content type='html'>So, did you guys manage to read my previous post on my nightmare visit to the University Hospital? Few days after that I was contemplating and was merely choosing the right Orthopedic surgeon and the right hospital to go to. After reading one of my reader by the name of Ling, I have decided to give her suggestion a try. So I manage to look up for Dr.Lee Joon Kiong and had made an appointment with him at Tropicana Medical Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the hospital is way out of my expectation. It was quiet, clean, service was excellent and of course, like any amount you will be paying at a private hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Lee was patient and made sure I understood every single word he said. Drawing out pictures to show me what's what and less I realize, I was in the room for almost an hour. After running some basic test on me, he wasn't really happy with it and strongly suspect that I have slip disc. So basically I'm on medication now and going through sessions of physiotherapy every alternate days for 5 times. I will then have to go back and see him and go through some more test. He did advice me to get the MRI scan done as well and getting it done in a private hospital easily would cost me RM800-RM1k. And that's a tad too much money to handle now. So we'll wait for just a while more till I see him again, and see what he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physiotherapy is such a pain. Doing the traction is what I hate most because of the intense belt-like that they have to wrap around the body and leaving me in such a position that I felt worse before starting in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow morning is another torture. Help?&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: center;"&gt;So I went along with my family with my GP's letter and my X-Ray in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S2GhBABkTiI/AAAAAAAABok/NAxTKrtAPGI/s1600-h/100120_195956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S2GhBABkTiI/AAAAAAAABok/NAxTKrtAPGI/s400/100120_195956.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431799664144043554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even Dr. Lee said to me, that sometimes doctors can't even read another doctors handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;2 thumbs up for the honesty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S2GhA0R0evI/AAAAAAAABoc/zyOHPC6ggVU/s1600-h/100120_195904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S2GhA0R0evI/AAAAAAAABoc/zyOHPC6ggVU/s400/100120_195904.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431799660990986994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S2Gg10UCXFI/AAAAAAAABoU/euw58HqnZUU/s1600-h/100120_195623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S2Gg10UCXFI/AAAAAAAABoU/euw58HqnZUU/s400/100120_195623.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431799472021724242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is how the hospital look like at where the Specialist/Surgeons clinics were.&lt;br /&gt;Sis was sitting with me in the waiting room reading a magazine.&lt;br /&gt;And on the far end, you can see my mum on the sofa reading&lt;br /&gt; and my daughter lying down playing with my PSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S2Gg1Z8esdI/AAAAAAAABoM/yK6eL9Of4mQ/s1600-h/100120_200025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S2Gg1Z8esdI/AAAAAAAABoM/yK6eL9Of4mQ/s400/100120_200025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431799464943595986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The inside of the waiting room. Complimentary tea/coffee/biscuits. Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S2Gg1APZA9I/AAAAAAAABoE/2SUsYF651NE/s1600-h/100120_200124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S2Gg1APZA9I/AAAAAAAABoE/2SUsYF651NE/s400/100120_200124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431799458043593682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Albeit further away. That's my sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S2Gg06hPi7I/AAAAAAAABn8/-Qg8OEK-MiE/s1600-h/100120_200058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S2Gg06hPi7I/AAAAAAAABn8/-Qg8OEK-MiE/s400/100120_200058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431799456507857842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is the view downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;Yesterday morning was my physiotherapy session. I was getting it done at the Sime Darby specialist which was formerly known as Megah Medical Specialist Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S2GhQxmPLSI/AAAAAAAABo8/ijuGxGhV0t0/s1600-h/100127_102633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S2GhQxmPLSI/AAAAAAAABo8/ijuGxGhV0t0/s400/100127_102633.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431799935149223202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 2nd floor where all the clinics were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S2GhQhe17aI/AAAAAAAABo0/hBhTDPKftiY/s1600-h/100127_102649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S2GhQhe17aI/AAAAAAAABo0/hBhTDPKftiY/s400/100127_102649.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431799930823241122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's my mum! Reading a mag to past time while waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S2GhQLziNkI/AAAAAAAABos/VraMjXqgVmM/s1600-h/100127_110234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S2GhQLziNkI/AAAAAAAABos/VraMjXqgVmM/s400/100127_110234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431799925004449346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I got so bored after lying down on the bed for more than half hour I decided to take a pic. I got electrocuted by this things with this patches stuck on my back all the way down to my feet.&lt;br /&gt;So called "to put pressure on my nerves" which left me limping for a while.&lt;br /&gt;And this was before the traction torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more to go through tomorrow morning! Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of all days, the clouds are making me smiling for once. Without editing, taken with my mobile LG KS360. Loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S2GhhFRCJWI/AAAAAAAABpM/Z7NYBGRGv5s/s1600-h/100128_180636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S2GhhFRCJWI/AAAAAAAABpM/Z7NYBGRGv5s/s400/100128_180636.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431800215306904930" 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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S2Ghg1lUCiI/AAAAAAAABpE/gPCBMn8S0ek/s1600-h/100120_195819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S2Ghg1lUCiI/AAAAAAAABpE/gPCBMn8S0ek/s400/100120_195819.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431800211096996386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To top it off, a merry cheery pic of me and my sis. At the hospital.&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/5987965354413900633-5799644423864460143?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/5799644423864460143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=5799644423864460143&amp;isPopup=true' title='68 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/5799644423864460143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/5799644423864460143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2010/01/hospital-trip-and-more.html' title='Hospital trip and more!'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S2GhBABkTiI/AAAAAAAABok/NAxTKrtAPGI/s72-c/100120_195956.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>68</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-8156933033482500681</id><published>2010-01-13T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:03:32.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor, Doctor! Hurry up?</title><content type='html'>So I've been traveling up and down for the past 3 weeks from the family clinic, to a specialist center, to the hospital and since ever then is the usual back and forth routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family GP doctor had wanting to write a referral letter for me to go the private hospital which then beforehand, my parents were advising me to go to the government hospital first. I have always dislike going to the government hospital. Not that I ever had my fair chance to go to the government hospital, but just accompanying family members last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know my dilemma right now? I don't think you know it yet. Some of you might think (after reading this whole crap I'm typing) that it is a norm experiencing all this in the government hospital. But I'm just far too pissed off to know what you think because I am never ever stepping a foot into government hospitals again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 5th of January, I started my year by visiting my family GP doctor for a check-up. I have always been having backaches ever since giving birth to A-vys. But recently, the pain I've been getting was far more intense and far more regular. There was never an hour in the day which I can just feel normal. I was having hard time bending and even sitting down for a mere 15 minutes is giving me much pain. So my GP has advised me to get an X-Ray done. Which I did. I went to the Sime Darby Specialist which was formerly known as Megah Medical Center at Taman Megah on the 6th of January. Gotten my X-Ray and collected it in just about an hour or so. Which I thought the service and efficiency was fantastic. Sped off to my GP again, he took a look at the X-Ray, first note off from the GP was that I didn't have any abnormalities but I had scoliosis. So he wrote a letter to PPUM (Pusat Perubatan University Malaysia) which also commonly known as University Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the very next day itself, I went to the hospital hoping to see the Orthopaedic surgeon to get a more insight and report on my back. I went there like a lost little puppy. There are the ever-always long queue's and the place is just over-crowded. So I took my number as told by the receptionist and waited. And I waited and waited. Finally about an hour later, my number was called. Went to the counter, gave them the referral letter and was only told to come back on the 13th of January as that was the earliest appointment available and they are limiting the doctor to only see 8 patients a day. I was reluctant to agree to the "earliest appointment". Mum was there with and she interrupted and this was how the conversation went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum : Can't she see the doctor now? How long have to wait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady at the counter : You want see now can...! But you see now is normal GP only-la! What for!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum : Hah?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady at the counter : *stares back at me* You how long back ache ar??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : 6 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady at the counter : *stares back at mum* You see! 6 years already for what you want go see GP?? Of course must see the specialist. But have to make appointment la. *takes a book out* Ahh... earliest  appointment is 13th Jan at 1pm. Ok aa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : @!!#$!#@! Ah ok laaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because she said that, I took her words for it when she made the appointment for me to see the Orthopaedic surgeon on the 13th of Jan. Needless did I think of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a long wait for today. So knowingly for the fact the lady had made an appointment for me at 1pm, I got up a little later and reached to the hospital at 12.15pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the counter to take the number again. And suddenly the computers there had a malfunctioned and the lights went off a bit. Everyone was quite confuse on what's going on. There were heaps of people trying to press the button on the machine to get a number and the machine wasn't working. I saw some people trying to ask for help at the counter but nobody couldn't cared less. And I was glad that I took my number already. So as I was waiting I saw all this people without a number lining up at counter #1 to get their shits done. Mum was there with me as usual and she went and see what's going on. Mum asked me to just go there since it was almost 1pm for my appointment. So i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, she took my letter, gave me a number and told me to wait. At that time was 12.45pm. I got my number called at 1.15pm, did registration and then was told to wait for them to call my name. Waited. And my name was finally called at 2.00pm. Followed a nurse to the Orthopaedic clinic and was told to take another number. (At that point of time I was already very much in pain and frustrated) My number was called at 2.30pm, paid some money and was given another bloody number and was told to wait again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited. Waited. Waited. Waited. Got hungry. Was in so much pain. And still was waiting. And finally I was glad they called my number. And it was already 4.45pm. Got in the room. Just bloody 10 mins in the room. And I was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you ask me why was I so pissed? I tell you why. I waited for God knows how long and in the end of the day, I was referred back to see another fucking ass GP. And what made me angrier was that she doesn't bloody know what the hell she was doing. I brought my X-ray along. She took it out and placed it on the screen. AND SHE BLOODY PLACED IT UPSIDE DOWN and she has got the balls to tell me, " Hmm, I don't see anything wrong with your back..." HELLO!? ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? It's the other way round!!!! And all she said was.." Oh, Sorry sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next nightmare was, another doctor came in and he was really extremely unprofessional. He tapped me on my shoulder and was asking what's wrong. The lady doctor couldn't even explain what's wrong after all that I told her. He asked me to stand and bend over and was asking me if it was painful. OBVIOUSLY!? He was rushing through his words and said," Put her in physiotherapy, make appointment with the spinal surgeon, faster faster!". GOD!! What's with the faster faster!?!? And that hit me. Make appointment with the spinal surgeon?! Am I not talking to one now? NO! She was just a bloody GP. And all she could say to me was, "I think I need to make appointment for you to see the specialist and err... earliest appointment is 4 months later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me if I had epidural when I gave birth. Because she said sometimes epidural can give an effect later on in the years. I told her I DID NOT had epidural and it was a natural birth. Best part is, she told me this after I told her I DID NOT HAD EPIDURAL. " Oh, I think you get backache because of the epidural"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bengong!!!!!!!!! Seriously what the fuck!? I already said DID NOT HAD EPIDURAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK U AR?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONG STORY CUT SHORT. Let me summarize for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I had a letter from a GP to confirm that I need to see the Orthopaedic Surgeon, given the appointment and in the end was thrown back to a GP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Waited for the whole day and no one was considerate enough to tell me where to go or what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I was thrown from 1 counter to another counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Even waiting to get the medicine, have to take number and waited for freaking 1 hour and there was 10 counters there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have alot more to say but I'm getting angrier and angrier by typing all this down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! My meds? Is the same fucking painkillers I can get from wherever even though I had inform them I'm currently taking a 650mg painkillers and it's no use for me because I'm immune to it and they had the nerves to prescribe me the 500mg paracetamol. Which is less. So whats the point eating? You tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people at the counter loves taking their own sweet time. They don't answer your questions. And even if they do, they talk to you like you are a dumbfuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck government hospital. They never gave me a good reason or any a good action on why I should return for my next visit. I won't even bother calling. Thanks to your "excellent" service. The GP there had only me to confirm that they couldn't care less of what you say. Why? Because she didn't bother listening to anything I told her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to Pantai Hospital. The place where I gave birth to A-vys. Yea, I still need to make appointment and yea I still have to wait. But it's better waiting for something that I'm suppose to be getting rather than waiting and being thrown around and thrown back to square 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-8156933033482500681?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/8156933033482500681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=8156933033482500681&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/8156933033482500681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/8156933033482500681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2010/01/doctor-doctor-hurry-up.html' title='Doctor, Doctor! Hurry up?'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-7390307956474877338</id><published>2010-01-06T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:24:58.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya love?</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&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Love eating something &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Fancy a bite in something &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S0SbG8qNxvI/AAAAAAAABn0/b-SS8ArvN4Q/s1600-h/20091104060514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S0SbG8qNxvI/AAAAAAAABn0/b-SS8ArvN4Q/s400/20091104060514.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423630394925631218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bright and yummy looking  fruit tarts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S0SbGrN_OaI/AAAAAAAABns/755H9d6bw2A/s1600-h/20091112102839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S0SbGrN_OaI/AAAAAAAABns/755H9d6bw2A/s400/20091112102839.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423630390243834274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get a melt on spongy looking cakes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S0SbGQvkD9I/AAAAAAAABnk/NXTfzprjmgs/s1600-h/20091112102942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S0SbGQvkD9I/AAAAAAAABnk/NXTfzprjmgs/s400/20091112102942.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423630383136903122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or maybe swirl the creamy icing cupcakes in your mouth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To all you sweet-toothed fans out there, do wait for a featured post on this!&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt; I'll let you know where to get your hands on em'.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*Pics taken courtesy from Ms. Cherrone*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-7390307956474877338?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/7390307956474877338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=7390307956474877338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/7390307956474877338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/7390307956474877338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2010/01/ya-love.html' title='Ya love?'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S0SbG8qNxvI/AAAAAAAABn0/b-SS8ArvN4Q/s72-c/20091104060514.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-2558852390874815926</id><published>2010-01-04T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T23:32:42.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Ngaumm*</title><content type='html'>New year? New look? Nah. It's just more of a new color. Well, not literally new color. Just another color of the color palette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been back to work mode today. Piles of work to be cleared off by Thursday and I'm telling you, my back isn't helping me at all. The constant twitches and pain can be sometimes unbearable. And the fucking chair at my office isn't that oh-so-comfy either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training a girl at the office today! *weeee* Means, less hassle on my task as I will be able to divide out some work. Finalizing report on Friday would be more updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's the New Year been? Mine? Yarghhh. It's just the every other day bullshits. But it's the year of the TIGER! It's my year and I'm gonna make it work. No bloody bitches or bastards will stand in my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S0IGDKPJnMI/AAAAAAAABnU/7WHL7BidNkg/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S0IGDKPJnMI/AAAAAAAABnU/7WHL7BidNkg/s400/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422903552664771778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*NGAU&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uu...U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;         EH?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is more like a yawn... =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S0IGDvbGH_I/AAAAAAAABnc/v3_w7ReMTF0/s1600-h/fierce-kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S0IGDvbGH_I/AAAAAAAABnc/v3_w7ReMTF0/s400/fierce-kitty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422903562646986738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*NGAUMMMMMMMM*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeaaaaaaaaaaah~ Much better!&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/5987965354413900633-2558852390874815926?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/2558852390874815926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=2558852390874815926&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/2558852390874815926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/2558852390874815926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2010/01/ngaumm.html' title='*Ngaumm*'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/S0IGDKPJnMI/AAAAAAAABnU/7WHL7BidNkg/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-551045664642970479</id><published>2009-12-30T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T01:18:00.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2010... *yadaa yadaa*</title><content type='html'>Everyone's making plans on what to do on New Years Eve. I've been super mellow this year round and believe me when I say I don't have any fucking plans or ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolutions you say? Bah. It's the same old which I never bothered. Really. We just try our best doing it and by the time you know it, you're back in square one. Well, kudos to you if you had made your resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2010? I'm not really that happy anyway. I mean, yea I'm happy that another ass-ed up year has gone, but then again... SERIOUSLY?! Once the clock strikes 12am on the eve, morning still comes. You still have to get up with the many routines that you still have to do. It's not like we all got suddenly rich and ohhhhhh the world so peaceful....................................................... *rolls eye*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to push the button. But wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There, I said it with a BIGGGG smile on my face. =D&lt;br /&gt;I kid you not.&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/5987965354413900633-551045664642970479?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/551045664642970479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=551045664642970479&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/551045664642970479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/551045664642970479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-2010-yadaa-yadaa.html' title='Happy 2010... *yadaa yadaa*'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-25908954433578677</id><published>2009-12-28T22:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T23:47:20.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates!</title><content type='html'>First of all, I would like to apologize for not updating any sooner. It has been busy. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I would like to wish everyone a very belated &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to all&lt;br /&gt;December babies a very &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And also I think I would miss updating on New Year's Eve. Wishing everyone of you a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been a shit-ass year and hopefully with my fingers and toes crossed, 2010 will be a better and joyous one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what did you do for Christmas? Me? Well, I skipped counting down this year. Had a small party at home to celebrate dad's birthday on X'mas eve. And I fell asleep at 11.30pm. So wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SzjI7SEviCI/AAAAAAAABmM/Yr91MEWJMZ4/s1600-h/20740_391178830509_604540509_10417130_2242674_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SzjI7SEviCI/AAAAAAAABmM/Yr91MEWJMZ4/s400/20740_391178830509_604540509_10417130_2242674_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420303072329959458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a handful of my aunts and uncles and cousins on X'mas eve at my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to shout about. It's been a dead lonely X'mas this time around.&lt;br /&gt; Hoped you guys had a blasted one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What else happened lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended my company's annual dinner. I was pretty much not wanting to go. In the end, I did had some laughs here and there. Some of the entertainment during that night was worth watching although I only did looked forward for the lucky draw because they were giving out the damn Netbook laptop everyone's been eyeing on and the flight tickets. And dammit, don't even mention about that, I didn't even manage to win the smallest item which was voucher. How unlucky. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SzjJNb9nLjI/AAAAAAAABmk/wpjdktD6BC8/s1600-h/15556_206183797996_543382996_3179864_2216258_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SzjJNb9nLjI/AAAAAAAABmk/wpjdktD6BC8/s400/15556_206183797996_543382996_3179864_2216258_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420303384222051890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since May, most of you know that I've been working in a call center which we're dealing with Jetstar Airlines. I was the everyday-hear-complain-call-once-you-start-work agent on the floor doing inbound calls. After a while, I was immune to it and then I relatively got sick of it. So I applied to join the Admin team. A week later that's around end of November, my area manager has proposed a new task for me. So basically now I'm dealing with Jetstar head office in Australia doing Inflight Services. And basically, in the whole office, I'm the only weird one doing that. Everyday is email, email, email. Type type type. Read read read. Which I find it pretty laidback and less stressful compared to having answering calls and a point of time there is no pause in between. Being in Admin team, well... everyone is at their own pace. We can do whatever we want as long as we of course, finish our work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SzjJNyvHIBI/AAAAAAAABm0/QGvMp6KPQig/s1600-h/091215_120845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SzjJNyvHIBI/AAAAAAAABm0/QGvMp6KPQig/s400/091215_120845.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420303390335246354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Myself - Kate - Foong Leng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kate has came all the way down to our office from Australia. She's the Jetstar Inflight Co-ordinator and basically was giving me the hands on training on the new task that I was given. Foong Leng acted as my back-up just in case I called in sick or on leaves. * yay * Given her 2 days to train me, her time here in KL was short and briefed. And she has been nothing but helpful and friendly all the way. And oh, the back is a view of less than 1/4 quarter of our office on the 16th floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Admin team has finally moved down to 7th floor because the 16th floor couldn't accommodate the many newbies that joined the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SzjJX2O_2DI/AAAAAAAABm8/agaC0pQOdCI/s1600-h/091217_162308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SzjJX2O_2DI/AAAAAAAABm8/agaC0pQOdCI/s400/091217_162308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420303563072985138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And mind you, the 16th floor is still the best place to work in. Take a look at photo and compare the liveliness. 7th floor is................ quiet. There. If I'm not mistaken, there are less than 20 people on 7th floor and there is always more than 60 people up in 16th floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SzjJNoOaYrI/AAAAAAAABms/wTOG10sTA2I/s1600-h/091217_162157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SzjJNoOaYrI/AAAAAAAABms/wTOG10sTA2I/s400/091217_162157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420303387513742002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My chosen table! Finally, my own privacy. I need not have to share computer and I need not having to come to work and start looking for an empty table to sit. Why this table? It's next to the window which I always have plentiful of sunrays shining in when I come to work, there's no one next to me and there is a post wall at the back. =D Sorry, table messy. I haven't got the time to decorate my table yet. So it's empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SzjI7Nv-ibI/AAAAAAAABmE/G3W8N3GDDNg/s1600-h/091217_162244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SzjI7Nv-ibI/AAAAAAAABmE/G3W8N3GDDNg/s400/091217_162244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420303071169120690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Come to think of it... I miss going to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wtf.&lt;/span&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/5987965354413900633-25908954433578677?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/25908954433578677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=25908954433578677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/25908954433578677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/25908954433578677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/12/updates.html' title='Updates!'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SzjI7SEviCI/AAAAAAAABmM/Yr91MEWJMZ4/s72-c/20740_391178830509_604540509_10417130_2242674_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-6157713905702137080</id><published>2009-11-29T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T00:47:11.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wishing my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;. And wishing my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again and my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Anniversary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those whom I missed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wishing you a very&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Happy Happy Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a great one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-6157713905702137080?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/6157713905702137080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=6157713905702137080&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/6157713905702137080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/6157713905702137080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-day.html' title='Another day.'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-1346507697080435610</id><published>2009-11-22T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:18:01.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VRroooomm!</title><content type='html'>No stepping on the brakes this time round. It's back to real work tomorrow and it's only hours away. To all my readers out there, I will try to update every now and then but do stick around okay? It's going to be a real busy-busy schedule for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you have any ideas on a logo and a name for me, do leave me your suggestion and ideas in the comment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-1346507697080435610?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/1346507697080435610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=1346507697080435610&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/1346507697080435610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/1346507697080435610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/11/vrroooomm.html' title='VRroooomm!'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-4124059775268282704</id><published>2009-11-19T17:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T17:42:38.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I... Seriously Can't Get Enough of This!</title><content type='html'>I can go on all day looking at funny craps like this. And sometimes I wished my brain was a fuck-tard so I can actually come up with ingenius ideas such as this. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SwUR5ylCprI/AAAAAAAABl8/128TMuSSqaQ/s1600/pikajew_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 81px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SwUR5ylCprI/AAAAAAAABl8/128TMuSSqaQ/s400/pikajew_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405746612255499954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SwUR5oMMLEI/AAAAAAAABl0/fedi5nBNnSQ/s1600/haha_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SwUR5oMMLEI/AAAAAAAABl0/fedi5nBNnSQ/s400/haha_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405746609466911810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SwUR5EAFjtI/AAAAAAAABls/3ZD9n1UsTMY/s1600/chiken_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SwUR5EAFjtI/AAAAAAAABls/3ZD9n1UsTMY/s400/chiken_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405746599752470226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SwUR5GMcNmI/AAAAAAAABlk/SbPtjXL5JlE/s1600/01AwcAX0-nNBMAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA__thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SwUR5GMcNmI/AAAAAAAABlk/SbPtjXL5JlE/s400/01AwcAX0-nNBMAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA__thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405746600341157474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SwUR48AcfEI/AAAAAAAABlc/j5Ft5nx263w/s1600/a_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SwUR48AcfEI/AAAAAAAABlc/j5Ft5nx263w/s400/a_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405746597606489154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SwURq4WiJVI/AAAAAAAABlU/Dk98x6I1e28/s1600/22257989976p194755_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 94px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SwURq4WiJVI/AAAAAAAABlU/Dk98x6I1e28/s400/22257989976p194755_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405746356107224402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I get this like 99.9% of the time... KNS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SwURql22LpI/AAAAAAAABlM/keVIFoE0ejU/s1600/01AwcAX0xod0IAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA__thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SwURql22LpI/AAAAAAAABlM/keVIFoE0ejU/s400/01AwcAX0xod0IAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA__thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405746351142481554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SwURbhW8uGI/AAAAAAAABlE/7cdmxK0NKhk/s1600/umbrella_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SwURbhW8uGI/AAAAAAAABlE/7cdmxK0NKhk/s400/umbrella_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405746092236912738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SwURbUAIbJI/AAAAAAAABk8/sgvFRk79T18/s1600/OffendYou_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SwURbUAIbJI/AAAAAAAABk8/sgvFRk79T18/s400/OffendYou_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405746088651549842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SwURbLc1YPI/AAAAAAAABk0/j2hg4W_otAI/s1600/hilarious_thumb_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SwURbLc1YPI/AAAAAAAABk0/j2hg4W_otAI/s400/hilarious_thumb_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405746086356017394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I fucking love this... doesn't it make you wonder now??? *rofl*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SwURa92bRJI/AAAAAAAABks/YwYqTC0PUCc/s1600/fris_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 99px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SwURa92bRJI/AAAAAAAABks/YwYqTC0PUCc/s400/fris_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405746082705261714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is just one lame sucker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SwURZ_le69I/AAAAAAAABkk/RkYV1uLoIl0/s1600/distance_copy_thumb_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SwURZ_le69I/AAAAAAAABkk/RkYV1uLoIl0/s400/distance_copy_thumb_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405746065991199698" 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/5987965354413900633-4124059775268282704?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/4124059775268282704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=4124059775268282704&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/4124059775268282704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/4124059775268282704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-seriously-cant-get-enough-of-this.html' title='I... Seriously Can&apos;t Get Enough of This!'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SwUR5ylCprI/AAAAAAAABl8/128TMuSSqaQ/s72-c/pikajew_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-5581553880093461906</id><published>2009-11-16T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T01:49:36.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth Awakens</title><content type='html'>The first thing I see in the morning is a girl staring back at me from the mirror in an over-sized tee, droopy eyes, out-of-bed messed up hair, thinking to herself... "Shit. I look this bad every morning". Movies are overrated with morning riser people who look and smile to themselves to the mirror and say "Good morning sunshine! It's a great day today!". And why do I not have that in the morning. I dread going to sleep. I just can't seem to be able to doze off. And when I do, I wake up and cursing to myself that I wished I was never woken up in such abrupt manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happen to the happily ever after shit? Truth is there is never happy ever after. That only comes to people in Disney cartoon movies. And did you realize? 3/4 of the movies with real actors and actresses have episodes after a first movie. For example, The Fast &amp;amp; The Furious. Then you have the continuation of Fast &amp;amp; Furious. Then you have Harry Potter movies which you have Harry Potter &amp;amp; The Sorcerer's stone. Chamber of Secrets. Prisoner of Azkaban. Goblet of Fire. Order of the Phoenix and the recent Half Blood Prince. As we go along movies such as that, we can watch/read about the continuation of life after that on what happens and etc. What about movies on cartoons and such. There is probability of the ratio of 1:10 that has a part 1 and 2. But do you see the happily ever after like Cinderella, Snow White &amp;amp; the Seven Dwarfs and etc has part 1 and 2? What happens AFTER the poor dame has found her super-magical-prince charming-riding on a horse crap? They get married in the end of the movie and then? I wanna know what's after that. Did they have kids? Do they have misunderstandings and arguments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is growing up watching bull movies like that and having that a part in our lives really has given the misinterpretation and perceptions. Okay okay, it's only a movie, a story for entertainment. But still, we have this mindset of things such as that. And when in real life, we deal in situations.. We can't really handle them. People perceive things in a norm of ways we cannot imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, if happily ever after do exist, please put me in the list. I would definitely like that alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth hurts like all the time. Do people really mean what they say? I'm not sure about that. But what I know is, we only listen to what we want to hear. Nice things for sure. Who doesn't? But when we get a smackdown, we hate the person who says all the crap about you. And the next you know, you feel unworthy of yourself and whatever confidence you have was simply and easily wiped out away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will never get exactly what we want. In many general terms I would say. Life in this moment is nothing but just give and take, having to settle what is better and easier both between people. We may not like what's being said or done but there is nothing we can do about it. Everybody is an individual. Everybody want what's best for themselves and I don't blame them. But what we can do to make a happier day is when everybody learns to communicate better, seeing everything from a bigger picture and hopes for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday as the time goes by, I learn a little of everything. When we are old and in our 50's or 60's, we will still keep learning as long as our heart is still beating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth may not be the best, but it beats having fakers to live by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-5581553880093461906?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/5581553880093461906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=5581553880093461906&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/5581553880093461906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/5581553880093461906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/11/truth-awakens.html' title='Truth Awakens'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-2145518353162961639</id><published>2009-11-02T22:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T23:57:13.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Girl - All Grown UP!</title><content type='html'>5 years of wonders. Seeing you growing up bit by bit through the days, weeks, months and years. It has been nothing but precious and blessed moments. You came into my life in such a short and swift time. 9 months of you inside my womb was too short the amount of time for bond. Listening to your heartbeat in me and the plentiful of kicks and punches, it was the most extraordinary experience one can ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time for you to come and venture in this world which is full of rocky pathways, lies, deceit, cons, the many adventures you will be in, I felt my hands shook. Because I know I can never pave the way for you all the way. There will be a day when you will say "Mummy, It's time to let go". It would be like the entire universe crashing down on me. But I will look back in time and know that I've tried my best. There would never be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years has gone by too quickly. And when I reminisce on the photos, tears will  be in my eyes. The innocent little eyes. You had nothing to worry because everything was only fun and play. But just hold on tight, it will be a roller-coaster ride. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A dedication to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A-Vys Chan Khyio Jhyin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su8AI2EIxoI/AAAAAAAABkc/czOFTV3Wviw/s1600-h/DSC03606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su8AI2EIxoI/AAAAAAAABkc/czOFTV3Wviw/s400/DSC03606.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399534630192334466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;******************************&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;br /&gt;The many faces of a child. Be it silly or not, they always seem so cute. Imagine me doing it. It'll be like... WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su79WPQOm_I/AAAAAAAABkM/evr9kJmF_VU/s1600-h/DSC00431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su79WPQOm_I/AAAAAAAABkM/evr9kJmF_VU/s400/DSC00431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399531561757350898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su79VwMtqCI/AAAAAAAABkE/6PYibGHUyB4/s1600-h/DSC00428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su79VwMtqCI/AAAAAAAABkE/6PYibGHUyB4/s400/DSC00428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399531553421109282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su79VphBnNI/AAAAAAAABj8/9wMAycBsEEk/s1600-h/DSC00427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su79VphBnNI/AAAAAAAABj8/9wMAycBsEEk/s400/DSC00427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399531551627254994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su78f-WwRhI/AAAAAAAABjs/EaAEjIHuieA/s1600-h/DSC00554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su78f-WwRhI/AAAAAAAABjs/EaAEjIHuieA/s400/DSC00554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399530629508384274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su78filIY4I/AAAAAAAABjk/3wwYrXRxJDA/s1600-h/DSC00553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su78filIY4I/AAAAAAAABjk/3wwYrXRxJDA/s400/DSC00553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399530622052492162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su78fGYxBAI/AAAAAAAABjc/G4G0Sql3rSQ/s1600-h/DSC00552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su78fGYxBAI/AAAAAAAABjc/G4G0Sql3rSQ/s400/DSC00552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399530614484435970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su78e-Ps0oI/AAAAAAAABjU/nVw7gJ2_xH0/s1600-h/DSC00551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su78e-Ps0oI/AAAAAAAABjU/nVw7gJ2_xH0/s400/DSC00551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399530612298928770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su78ehP5zsI/AAAAAAAABjM/YaIWl_XuBTU/s1600-h/DSC00550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su78ehP5zsI/AAAAAAAABjM/YaIWl_XuBTU/s400/DSC00550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399530604515151554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*****************************&lt;/span&gt;********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su77lcG0lrI/AAAAAAAABjE/mLp7uHwabmU/s1600-h/A-Vys+72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su77ksSU7xI/AAAAAAAABi0/T0-u0L4iCDs/s400/12+January+2007+-+02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399529611045695250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su77kuYclPI/AAAAAAAABis/fT4cS8yX1qs/s1600-h/A-Vys+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su77kuYclPI/AAAAAAAABis/fT4cS8yX1qs/s400/A-Vys+14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399529611608233202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su77kR3S24I/AAAAAAAABik/CDHhs00afDs/s1600-h/A-Vys+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su77kR3S24I/AAAAAAAABik/CDHhs00afDs/s400/A-Vys+13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399529603952991106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su77PkeebyI/AAAAAAAABic/Ln-UxdH2Phk/s1600-h/A-Vys+29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su77PkeebyI/AAAAAAAABic/Ln-UxdH2Phk/s400/A-Vys+29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399529248171912994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su77PVYQVHI/AAAAAAAABiU/jno9oOqy7xg/s1600-h/A-Vys+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su77PVYQVHI/AAAAAAAABiU/jno9oOqy7xg/s400/A-Vys+16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399529244119290994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su77PNj7VrI/AAAAAAAABiM/phwxwQ9bpY4/s1600-h/A-Vys+51.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su77PNj7VrI/AAAAAAAABiM/phwxwQ9bpY4/s400/A-Vys+51.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399529242020763314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su77O6PdU7I/AAAAAAAABiE/TxJexAfMtOA/s1600-h/A-Vys+48.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su77O6PdU7I/AAAAAAAABiE/TxJexAfMtOA/s400/A-Vys+48.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399529236834636722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su8AIqLdqsI/AAAAAAAABkU/tN9vHBNSlP4/s1600-h/A-Vys+37.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su8AIqLdqsI/AAAAAAAABkU/tN9vHBNSlP4/s400/A-Vys+37.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399534627001838274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**********************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I wish to thank you for coming into my life. I will hold your hands till the day I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su79VRvuxaI/AAAAAAAABj0/GFhzz4d4BVY/s1600-h/P1010860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su79VRvuxaI/AAAAAAAABj0/GFhzz4d4BVY/s400/P1010860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399531545246483874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-28f8caa34641487a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D28f8caa34641487a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329913716%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D68D1D6976A2A3252EADF0E51AAF2DE78395E2223.5BBC46CCF4DFC073B7A508D875A6CC043D7AE6E3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D28f8caa34641487a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Di-uj2w1zRVvTmeLhZBS6-VzMfS0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D28f8caa34641487a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329913716%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D68D1D6976A2A3252EADF0E51AAF2DE78395E2223.5BBC46CCF4DFC073B7A508D875A6CC043D7AE6E3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D28f8caa34641487a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Di-uj2w1zRVvTmeLhZBS6-VzMfS0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c9e60896e799a019" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc9e60896e799a019%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329913716%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D35BFBE7A6AF6F9880D787C10FA4A3E9BD23F0696.4125A540236483F3C1F5B40B2A6D8D69B500C0C2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc9e60896e799a019%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBI-b2U4u0wO4QSGozEKGjof4Ecs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc9e60896e799a019%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329913716%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D35BFBE7A6AF6F9880D787C10FA4A3E9BD23F0696.4125A540236483F3C1F5B40B2A6D8D69B500C0C2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc9e60896e799a019%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBI-b2U4u0wO4QSGozEKGjof4Ecs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-2145518353162961639?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/2145518353162961639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=2145518353162961639&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/2145518353162961639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/2145518353162961639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/11/baby-girl-all-grown-up.html' title='Baby Girl - All Grown UP!'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Su8AI2EIxoI/AAAAAAAABkc/czOFTV3Wviw/s72-c/DSC03606.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-2087744037414474947</id><published>2009-11-01T04:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T04:56:30.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a kicking-ass name!</title><content type='html'>Greetings earthlings! Oh! Happy Halloween. So it's a day late. So what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyyyyyyy... Back to the topic. Have you ever come across of someone whom you know is ever-changing their Christian/English name? Alright. I cannot doubt the fact that I'm living here in Malaysia. Multi-racial of Chinese, Malay and Indians and all other sorts of mixture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in general, in Malaysia... Regardless of what race you are, everybody knows how a Chinese name goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples... ( if so happens you saw your name here, I'm typing it down as to what came across my mind with no intentions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like... my name. Chung Jen Ai. Or... Lim Ah Tong. Chan Kwan Meng. Tan Li Shen and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This are how typical Chinese name goes. Their last name(surname) and given name. Some of us have the opportunity to have Christian/English names like Peter Lim Ah Tong or Michael Chan Kwan Meng. But some of us are just left with none. Like mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, honestly... When I was back in primary school, I have always envied my peers for having Christian/English names. And I'll go "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is it in the I.C arrr? Yerrr... So lucky... I don't have!&lt;/span&gt;" But now, having it or not well, it doesn't annoy nor does it bothers me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alright with people who has given a name for themselves or sometimes the Godparents gives them the Christian/English name and it's not written in the I.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't stand those who makes-up some fancy-ass name and changed them every now and then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real life situation. I have his friend. I won't say the name nor will I say it is a female or male. This friend whom I knew for many years and it's really obvious he/she has just the Chinese name on the I.C. Okay, fine. So he/she has came up with this nice Christian/English and would like to be called that way. Old friends, new friends, we have been calling him/her the name that was proposed. 2 months down the road, for all you know, he/she has decided that the name was boring and common so therefore has changed it. So we all knew him/her by the "NEW" name. Yadaa yadaa, point accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half a year later, changes... yet again. And oh, this time round he/she decided not to blab out to us personally. And I found out, he/she has directly changed it in the Facebook. (Now I know why I couldn't find it) =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not much of a big deal. But why go through the ordeal of changing it over and over again? I don't get it. It's either you hate your birth given name or you're just too bored. Let me tell you, there are 26 letters in the alphabet list from A-Z. Geniuses have came up with thousands and thousands of different names. Common names to names we have never came across on. There are names out there we will come across one day and find it nice. And we name ourselves after that, and the change will be neverending because we will ALWAYS find something that we'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have no fucking idea on why I had to just rant about this. But it's kinda creeping up on me and irritates the hell out of me. Because it's just not 1 person I know. There are more than 10 people in my Facebook list whom I personally know who does that and whenever I do the monthly cycle of removing "unknown friends", I would "accidently" delete them off. Why? Because you never stick to your own bloody name. And when I see a name which doesn't ring a bell... BYE BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I don't mind the occasional changed from using your own name to a nickname like some of my other friends do. But this are not bloody nicknames! It's a little too fucking obvious right? Even a dumb donkey... Wait... Okay, I rephrase, even a dumb-ass person can differentiate. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-2087744037414474947?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/2087744037414474947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=2087744037414474947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/2087744037414474947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/2087744037414474947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-kicking-ass-name.html' title='I want a kicking-ass name!'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-8983139299871215933</id><published>2009-10-26T14:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T14:46:42.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's that kick-ass Monday &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;blues&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toast to another brand new week on the same old October month. And I want to hear from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the midst of planning of revamping my site again. Don't you think the color white is boring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like to read about? And what do you wish to read about in my blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspire me will ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Leave your comments, suggestions, ideas and what-nots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would love to hear from all of my readers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s : I'm targeting at least 30 comments and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Help??&lt;/span&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/5987965354413900633-8983139299871215933?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/8983139299871215933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=8983139299871215933&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/8983139299871215933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/8983139299871215933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-do-you-know.html' title='What Do You Know?'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-3874325480682856334</id><published>2009-10-22T20:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:06:42.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love this kinda shit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I'm down and need a laugh or a snicker on my face, this shit never fails to put that grin out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*photo courtesy of LOLcat and Google*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SuBKL5hQwuI/AAAAAAAABh0/dnU77_zMl8g/s1600-h/lolcatsdotcome9c4h5zlpmp0sxsf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SuBKL5hQwuI/AAAAAAAABh0/dnU77_zMl8g/s400/lolcatsdotcome9c4h5zlpmp0sxsf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395393921869202146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SuBKLgpEsoI/AAAAAAAABhs/LYAZgCPncPI/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SuBKLgpEsoI/AAAAAAAABhs/LYAZgCPncPI/s400/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395393915191079554" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SuBKEXGx_7I/AAAAAAAABhk/sv0dzqhBKgI/s1600-h/funny-pictures-wet-cat-does-ring-im.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SuBKEXGx_7I/AAAAAAAABhk/sv0dzqhBKgI/s400/funny-pictures-wet-cat-does-ring-im.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395393792372244402" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SuBKEBx1EGI/AAAAAAAABhc/N8GX52qppjQ/s1600-h/1107_28_344_2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SuBKEBx1EGI/AAAAAAAABhc/N8GX52qppjQ/s400/1107_28_344_2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395393786647220322" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SuBKDlJ9a1I/AAAAAAAABhU/WWysjY4jsnI/s1600-h/1107_6_344_2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SuBKDlJ9a1I/AAAAAAAABhU/WWysjY4jsnI/s400/1107_6_344_2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395393778963802962" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SuBKDbBRuDI/AAAAAAAABhM/4NzmSxK1Va8/s1600-h/1039-family-reunion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SuBKDbBRuDI/AAAAAAAABhM/4NzmSxK1Va8/s400/1039-family-reunion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395393776243030066" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SuBKDGVay0I/AAAAAAAABhE/6Juo4a2Sdpw/s1600-h/483f0251dca89images003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SuBKDGVay0I/AAAAAAAABhE/6Juo4a2Sdpw/s400/483f0251dca89images003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395393770690366274" 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/5987965354413900633-3874325480682856334?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/3874325480682856334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=3874325480682856334&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/3874325480682856334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/3874325480682856334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-this-kinda-shit.html' title='I Love this kinda shit!'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SuBKL5hQwuI/AAAAAAAABh0/dnU77_zMl8g/s72-c/lolcatsdotcome9c4h5zlpmp0sxsf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-6663408251627990288</id><published>2009-10-19T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:16:13.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY?!</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought everything was for the better. The bits and pieces of every problems comes into place, forming a big puzzle in between and for all you know, it's back to square 1 where I first started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say I need to chillout more. Some say I need to relax. Some say I need a person who I can confide in. The only person who I can confide in has already has so much to bear. With me in it, everything will crumble and fall to the ground. And I have spend so much time building the foundation of it. And nothing will come between that. Some say I need to just share it out. If this continues, I might have to spend the rest of my days being an insomniac and popping on anti-depressant pills. Which I'm definitely not wanting to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need to find something that would pull my mind of this. Something I like to do to re-focus on everything else. Something I can do to stabilize my emotions again. I'm starting to think that my mind has full control over my body right now and I need to take back that control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to skip the pages. People say, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger&lt;/span&gt;". I'm beginning to mock that sentence. "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What doesn't kill you will only kill you slowly&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time. Where are you? Hurry up and get it done please? I'm about to give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-6663408251627990288?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/6663408251627990288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=6663408251627990288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/6663408251627990288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/6663408251627990288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/10/why.html' title='WHY?!'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-8785681750247941712</id><published>2009-10-10T02:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T02:41:04.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama need some wink of sleep!</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep. For the past few months, I have been having so much difficulty to just fall asleep. I am drained out. Mentally, physically and emotionally tired. I wished to be able to come back home, lie on the bed and just doze off. I miss having to just close my eyes and sleep. Now, I practically roll around the bed for more than 2 hours first, sleep and waking up only to find out that I just doze off for 5 minutes. And having to go through the 2 hours dilemma to sleep again just annoys me. Before you know it, it's time to get up to go to work. And I'll start to sulk, kicks around because I'm just so damn tired, slowly make my way to the toilet, sit on the toilet bowl and close my eyes and sleep! My sleeping timing is all out. Sheesh. And when I reach to the office, I feel bloody pissed when answering calls. When the clock strikes 12pm in the afternoon, then I'd feel bloody awake all day till 2am-3am in the morning. There goes my sleeping routine. And I'd thought having my permanent shift would have helped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for off day tomorrow. Because it's 2.30am now and I'm blogging for shits. And knowing that I'd sleep right up till the 1pm fucking hot sun rays tanning my bottom. I am rudely awaken with noises from the cars honking outside, bloody dogs barking, the sometimes siren wailing, and the screams and shouts from my daughter downstairs. Blissful not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! and my laptop is finally free from the ever so frequent 5 seconds interval of message alert popping up prompting me to download shits to remove the spyware/trojan fuck. I took the initiative to save myself from taking out any money to get my laptop reformatted by doing it all by myself and of course with a help from a friend who is currently waaaaaaaaaaay over at Australia. I feel so at ease now that my laptop is running faster, starts up faster and basically not spamming people's MSN with virus messages. *claps hand*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, better go and get some sleep now. 2.36am. Sigh. I'm only gon' doze off at 4am. WTF. And tomorrow is my baby girl's 2nd week of drums lesson! I asked her a very random question today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So... What did your drums teacher taught you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My daughter&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PLAY DRUMS LA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Zzzz... WTf.?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mum/Dad/Sis&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-8785681750247941712?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/8785681750247941712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=8785681750247941712&amp;isPopup=true' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/8785681750247941712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/8785681750247941712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/10/mama-need-some-wink-of-sleep.html' title='Mama need some wink of sleep!'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-6327353875211710879</id><published>2009-10-07T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:56:58.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is enough ever enough? Enough is never enough. That statement sums it all. We all will never have what it's enough. We can never get enough food. Much so to say you get full and stop eating and practically eat again after a few hours. We can never get enough of clothings. We wear it once and we always have to wear something new. We can never get enough of money as everything in this world needs money to buy something from. Even the most nutrients we need for our body in order to survive, we have to use money to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a few examples of that are mainly physical things/items that we can see, smell, touch, hear and feel. But what about the emotional needs? Things that we cannot obtain by buying it. Love, care, patience, understanding and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This are things we have to get for ourselves. But how does one gets it? I have not the slightest idea but we do feel it, don't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love? It hurts. 95% of the time. Now that's an understatement. I have know a few people who always says "Don't have gf/bf so difficult. When already have, also so difficult". So, you tell me. Is there ever enough? People take whats for granted, lost it and regrets. But why must we humans have this mindset thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care? We all do care for one another. Not just towards another human being. Towards nature. Towards their own belonging and so on. But do we really care for it? I saw this bloke the other day, he was one of those "volunteer" participants who opted to do their part for recycling. Passing around leaflets to promote and to encourage the passer-bys to join in. I think that is a great effort. But lo and behold! Coincidently the next minute (while I was still walking around the corner), he finished drinking his can of Coca Cola, walks towards the colored bins. Common ones we see is bins for papers, plastics, glass and aluminium. So where does he throws his can of Coca Cola in? Into the bins for the papers. Recycling? Riiiigggghhhhttt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience and understanding? I do not have anything to say about that. I'm just too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more in this world do we want? I'm lucky to have grew up in an above average family. But I still do take things for granted. Most of the time I practically get what I want. Regardless of asking my parents to buy for it or taking my own money out to get it. Could we compare to a less fortunate family? Out of randomness, I'm just typing things I can think of on what sorts of things I already have. Laptop, set of television and a dvd player in my room, king size bed, psp, digital camera, mobile phone, sufficient amount of clothings for casual to fancy dinners, mp3 player, air-conditioned room, a drum set, acoustic guitar, a stable job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to a less fortunate family. They strive on candle-burning, oil lamp for light. Don't even mention about air-conditioning, they don't even have a ceiling fan. Mp3 player? More like old school radio that they still have to tune to get a frequency unlike radio's nowadays, just press a button, and it auto sets itself. Mobile phone? They are way to lucky if they even have one. Laptop? They don't even have a desktop computer what more internet lines. King sized bed? More like sleeping on a hard wooden floor with just a 1 cm of blanket thickness. Psp? More like playing hopscotch by drawing the lines on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that I'm rich. Don't get me wrong. But I do think that I am way more lucky to some other folks out there and yet I demand for more. Can we really appreciate things that are given to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to summarized everything up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is enough ever enough for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Hearing your feedbacks would be great. Leave a comment if you have something to say if not just ignore this post, click on the "X" button and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night.&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/5987965354413900633-6327353875211710879?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/6327353875211710879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=6327353875211710879&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/6327353875211710879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/6327353875211710879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-need.html' title='I Need...'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-6986942321517691122</id><published>2009-10-06T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T22:42:01.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Fragile</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;There will be no more "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We never got to say "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Missing you my friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  R. I. P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; xxx&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/5987965354413900633-6986942321517691122?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/6986942321517691122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=6986942321517691122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/6986942321517691122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/6986942321517691122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-fragile.html' title='So Fragile'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-3615867032969511870</id><published>2009-10-01T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:00:49.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, a speck of dust?</title><content type='html'>I went to work as usual today. Starting the day unmotivated. Much towards the afternoon, I was just basically going through for the sake of working. As 4pm passes by, one by one, the office gets quieter. Most of my colleagues are on their way back home by then. I went down to the usual 4th floor for a quick smoke say around 6pm or so. I was tired and sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, around 6.15pm. I felt dizzy. I looked around and the rest of my colleagues who are still in the office was still on call and yakking away. So I closed my eyes for a bit. When I open my eyes again, the dizziness was getting worse. I looked at my computer screen and it went left and right. I hang on to my desk as I thought I was about to faint. One of my colleague who was sitting on the other side of the cubicle, got up, stared at me and said, "Did you felt that?!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what hit me. We're all up on the 16th floor of our office building and all of us felt the tremor. The whole building actually shook. Googled to check on the news, and it spread like wildfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An earthquake took its ugly rear and hits on Padang, Indonesia this time. A tsunami alert has been issued as the earthquake measured up to 7.9 on the richter scale. At the moment, this is the most recent news and there has been no contact or communication taken place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously, the tsunami disaster back in 2004 has killed more than 220,000 people including men, women and childrens. The richter scale back then was measuring up to 9.3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just googled a while ago, back in 2004, there were predictions of a Tsunami will happen on the July 22 2009. Urban legend? Or is it a disaster waiting to happen? Predictions can never be accurate. We have long passed July 09. It's the end of Sept 09 already. Could this be the one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These are photo's from the previous Tsunami 2004.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SsTAi3MeIlI/AAAAAAAABg0/DRZgEHCw8Ro/s1600-h/tsu6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SsTAi3MeIlI/AAAAAAAABg0/DRZgEHCw8Ro/s400/tsu6.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387642759406297682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imagine you were taking a long and relaxing dip in the swimming pool and that happens.&lt;br /&gt; Would you even have half that second to run to save your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SsTAiSYKxNI/AAAAAAAABgs/u9uzQ3tKhhk/s1600-h/tsu7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 378px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SsTAiSYKxNI/AAAAAAAABgs/u9uzQ3tKhhk/s400/tsu7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387642749523248338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mother nature's best yet disastrous waves.&lt;br /&gt; With that high amount volume of water and pressure, everything was wiped out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SsTAVS0RhrI/AAAAAAAABgk/I-0VbwGYB6E/s1600-h/tsu5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SsTAVS0RhrI/AAAAAAAABgk/I-0VbwGYB6E/s400/tsu5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387642526302832306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is a photo taken of before and after.  It was filled with greenery trees.&lt;br /&gt;And now what is left is mud, sand and lifeless surrounding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SsTAVBEpI6I/AAAAAAAABgc/6h1xf2wTLdM/s1600-h/tsu4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SsTAVBEpI6I/AAAAAAAABgc/6h1xf2wTLdM/s400/tsu4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387642521539650466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was once surrounded with calm waters... and now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SsTAUlJBYMI/AAAAAAAABgU/X4M8whAffoo/s1600-h/tsu3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SsTAUlJBYMI/AAAAAAAABgU/X4M8whAffoo/s400/tsu3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387642514041823426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The aftermath of it.&lt;br /&gt;Everything has been destroyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SsTAT1IL4ZI/AAAAAAAABgE/swHOOjcO9pI/s1600-h/tsu1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SsTAT1IL4ZI/AAAAAAAABgE/swHOOjcO9pI/s400/tsu1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387642501153415570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SsTAUUaOlrI/AAAAAAAABgM/evaUpZIykGY/s1600-h/tsu2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 375px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SsTAUUaOlrI/AAAAAAAABgM/evaUpZIykGY/s400/tsu2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387642509550589618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't say more about broken homes and buildings. There were many broken hearts as well. After the tidal waves has came to its rest, bodies after bodies were piled up like dead fishes in the sea. What caught my eyes on this photo was, how devastated their families would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were their bodies given back to their family so that they can be put to rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have they been lying there lifeless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Were they even identified?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has to become our world? War. Flood. Earthquake. Volcanic disruptions. Hurricane. Tornados. Fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can all this be controlled? Can we stop it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact is, we can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-3615867032969511870?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/3615867032969511870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=3615867032969511870&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/3615867032969511870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/3615867032969511870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-speck-of-dust.html' title='Life, a speck of dust?'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SsTAi3MeIlI/AAAAAAAABg0/DRZgEHCw8Ro/s72-c/tsu6.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-8199406264562060949</id><published>2009-09-27T14:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T14:23:48.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inheritance of genes?</title><content type='html'>Was it karma or the inheritance of genes or just wanting attention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having the most difficult time with my daughter. Apart was maybe because I gave her the lack of attention. But when does karma really hit? After 5 years of time? Mum said to me "Do you know where her stubborness comes from?" If you ask me, I would deny the fact of my wrong doings and cover it up by saying is inherited. And that's just bullshit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But come to think of it, every single person is a form of another 2 person. This 2 person is the mother and father. The single person learns and follows the 2 persons traits and yes, they will somehow inherit a certain amount of personalities and charateristics. I can't remember what it's like to be a 5 years old. I don't even remember what I did wrong at that age. Was I like my daughter now back then? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read from all kinds of sources, having people to tell me this, "Start from young". Ok. I practically blew that part of. I was always around my daughter. But was I really around with her as in mentally? I was physically, no doubts about that. But I guess my heart and mind wasn't really there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mistakes has indeed karma-ised now. She's a smart kid. And I looked passed that. I have never once laid a cane on her skin. Just a smack on the butt or the legs or her hands. Once she has a time-out, I'll explain and talk to her of what went wrong and why did I smack her. That failed. Completely. The Bible once taught me, "Spare the rod, spoil the child". But is cane-ing a child really necessary? My mum, her grandma sometimes uses the cane when necessary, and I do see the cane marks on her legs, and that breaks my heart. I vowed before that I will never use a cane and there somehow has other ways to educated a child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just about 15 minutes ago, before I type all this down, I canned her. Not really a hard one but just enough for her to feel the slightest inch of burning pain on her skin. I hugged her back, and all I was given was a reaction of frustration and anger turning back to me with countless of kicks and punches from her. Ouch. She's a strong one. It hurts and the reddish-marks are still on my arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I suppose to do? Will giving her the attention she needs really helps her with getting rid of the stubborness or was she overwhelmed with the non-existence of her father? She needs a father-figure. Really. And she is and will not be getting one. That's a fact I cannot control and reality is, my mistakes has drowned on her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-8199406264562060949?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/8199406264562060949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=8199406264562060949&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/8199406264562060949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/8199406264562060949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/09/inheritance-of-genes.html' title='Inheritance of genes?'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-4642531720546467874</id><published>2009-09-22T22:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:27:07.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimental.. me? Nah..</title><content type='html'>I've been floating away in my dreamy head for the past couple of weeks. Days after days are filled with decisions and thoughts to think. Not that I wish to dwell in it but it's been stuck in my head... endlessly. The ever lack of confidence is slowly being drained away, like a damn pipe's been broken. And it's frustrating. I'm back to my ol' self. Not eating. Why? I don't know. Im back to the same old regime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do when I'm feeling like this? I stone.. stone.. and stone. I don't even need freaking weeds to make me stone, else... staring at the wall and start laughing. I do not enjoy this one bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been a bloody slack for me. I don't seem to find the motivation at all. I feel the dread. Not exactly dread getting up and head to the office, dread to more of it's a routine I cannot run from. It's like being a robot with emotions. Repeating the same sentence for 9 hours a day on the phone with strangers. Seems fun.. Yea, the first month of it and I'm beginning to feel the shit of it now. Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it. It's already almost the end of the month. Yet again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALARY... CHECKED! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to possibilities and happy endings. This prompts me to work even harder. If thats the driving license I need to aim for, I bloody need to get my ass for the 6 hours shit. Get it done and over with. Who does illegal prints for a fake driving license please raise your hand! Just kidding. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait. Can't wait. Can't wait. Can't wait. Can't wait. Can't wait. Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping my fingers crossed and hoping for the best and prays hard. It's time to get what I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-4642531720546467874?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/4642531720546467874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=4642531720546467874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/4642531720546467874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/4642531720546467874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/09/sentimental-me-nah.html' title='Sentimental.. me? Nah..'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-3133640403732357360</id><published>2009-09-09T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:52:29.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel 50 years older.</title><content type='html'>I've been so caught up with work, I hardly have any time left for myself. I feel so tired all the time. And yes, I practically feel like a 50 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lower backache is killing me. Sometimes I get out of breath and my chest tightens up. Low blood pressure and feel like fainting. I get constant blackout when I stand up from sitting or from lying down. What's wrong with me? My friends said I lost weight. HUH?! I weigh 38kg. Any less than that I'm like a fuckass anorexic. I've been eating like a pig. I need sleep sleep sleep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once post a checklist post back in January. Time to update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--CHECKLIST--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strike&gt;labor pains&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strike&gt;odd hours of sleep&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strike&gt;nappy changing&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strike&gt;shopping woes&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strike&gt;eating dilemma&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strike&gt;late night hours&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strike&gt;scrape knees/cuts/bruises&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strike&gt;punishment/timeouts&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strike&gt;notorious tantrums on the floor&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strike&gt;first day of school&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strike&gt;homeworks&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strike&gt;sports day&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strike&gt;parent-teacher day&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strike&gt;graduation day&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strike&gt;school holidays&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. extra curricular classes&lt;br /&gt;17. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-3133640403732357360?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/3133640403732357360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=3133640403732357360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/3133640403732357360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/3133640403732357360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-feel-50-years-older.html' title='I feel 50 years older.'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-4943363335010561235</id><published>2009-09-05T02:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T03:10:54.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nyahahaha!</title><content type='html'>I went on a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;date last wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyahahhahaa..................................................................................  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy moments are meant to be shared and preserved in memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-4943363335010561235?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/4943363335010561235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=4943363335010561235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/4943363335010561235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/4943363335010561235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/09/nyahahaha.html' title='Nyahahaha!'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-8512894441654274463</id><published>2009-08-22T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:29:57.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Diabolical.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;............................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.....................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..........................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...........................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;......................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;......................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...............................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..............................................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..........................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..............................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;....................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.........................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;........................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;....................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..........................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;............................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.....................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.........................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..............................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. That is what I have got to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-8512894441654274463?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/8512894441654274463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=8512894441654274463&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/8512894441654274463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/8512894441654274463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-diabolical.html' title='So Diabolical.'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-2134811473384291185</id><published>2009-08-19T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:02:34.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ni Naw Ni Naw</title><content type='html'>I'm such a mean ass person. Did something today at work which was satisfying for me but for that poor girl on the phone... well, just put it this way. She called on the wrong day and the wrong time to start off with and got her call diverted to me. HAH! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time flies. Literally. It's been close to 5 months now since I've started working. So far so good. I presume. Nevertheless, life goes on. The usual drama never ends. Come to think of it, it's passed middle of the year. What happens next? I'm counting down the days to Monday. Least I expect things to happen, the faster it comes and it's scaring the hell out of me. I don't know what to think of. These are endless days of plentiful excruciating thoughts that plays on a random time in my head. Problem is that it stops, rewinds, plays and repeats all over again.  =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! And finally, the long wait has arrived. I finally gotten my permanent shift which starts at the end of the month. The joy of not needing to sleep at the appointed time to just wake up at 5am to go to work. *waves poms poms* And will happily accept the weekends off with open arms! Nyahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on Twitter just a while ago, and this Twit caught my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="status-body"&gt;" &lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;90 people get Swine Flu and the whole world wants to wear a surgical mask,&lt;br /&gt;20 million people have AIDS but still nobody wants use a condom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on X! You're the man! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But have you seen the craze on surgical mask? They even have Hello Kitty's branded on it. WTF? And no, I'm not that free to post pictures on that here. Just thinking on how the world makes money out from viruses and sickness. It's a sickening fact. Unfortunately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-2134811473384291185?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/2134811473384291185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=2134811473384291185&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/2134811473384291185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/2134811473384291185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/08/ni-naw-ni-naw.html' title='Ni Naw Ni Naw'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-2721265370164366337</id><published>2009-08-13T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:50:26.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</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;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; my life at the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; L&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;U &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carefree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5987965354413900633-2721265370164366337?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/2721265370164366337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=2721265370164366337&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/2721265370164366337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/2721265370164366337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/08/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-8881942664012601109</id><published>2009-08-05T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:35:01.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kicking It In</title><content type='html'>Finally am back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stuck at home for 5 days. Was up and down with unreasonable temperatures of fever, flu and cough. And gosh, it was really sickening. I'm sick of being sick and every month there is bound to have some sort of ill. I am like a walking pharmacy with all sorts f pills and painkillers and a walker sick-KER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was back to work as usual today. Things was still going as usual in the office. The merry bunch of them. And the worst part I hate is waking up as early as 5am and just getting into my Outlook inbox *eye open big BIG* 5 days worth of flights information, delays, cancellations, news and yes, the usual spam emails. And knowing I couldn't just delete it all at a go. I have to go through it one by one and sort out and compile important links if there was any. I started my day off at work with not much of a decent mood. I need to find a new way to pump the motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I am very much looking forward to my baby girl's end-year school concert this Sunday. She has been showing me on what songs she was singing with her kindy-classmates. Simply adorable even though I haven't got a clue on what the hell she was mumbling on. LoL. But she is very excited about it. She has lots of activities going at the moment. She return home from school late as she had her concert rehearsal, and next week, she's going on a school trip to the Zoo. How nice it is to be a kid. No worries in her day and it's all play. And all she needs was to ask me for $$$ to buy her books for school and school outings. Ain't that fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And aaaaaaaaaaaaah. Off day tomorrow. I need sleep. I need sleep. I need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to lie and laze on my bed eating chips with soda and watch good ol' re-run movies on DvD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night...! =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-8881942664012601109?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/8881942664012601109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=8881942664012601109&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/8881942664012601109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/8881942664012601109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/08/kicking-it-in.html' title='Kicking It In'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-8496101118986261708</id><published>2009-07-29T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:15:22.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miley Cyrus - The Climb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Currently am in love and listening to this song over and over again.  The song is stuck in my head. And yea, I've got nothing to update on... LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can almost see it&lt;br /&gt;That dream I am dreaming&lt;br /&gt;But there's a voice inside my head saying&lt;br /&gt;"You'll never reach it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;Every move I make feels&lt;br /&gt;Lost with no direction&lt;br /&gt;My faith is shaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta keep trying&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep my head held high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be a uphill battle&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The struggles I'm facing&lt;br /&gt;The chances I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes might knock me down&lt;br /&gt;But no, I'm not breaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not know it&lt;br /&gt;But these are the moments that&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna remember most, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Just gotta keep going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, I got to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Just keep pushing on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's always gonna be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be a uphill battle&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be an uphill battle&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's gonna have to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on moving, keep climbing&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith, baby&lt;br /&gt;It's all about, it's all about the climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keep the faith, keep your faith&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/5987965354413900633-8496101118986261708?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/8496101118986261708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=8496101118986261708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/8496101118986261708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/8496101118986261708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/07/miley-cyrus-climb.html' title='Miley Cyrus - The Climb'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-7405191642245165145</id><published>2009-07-27T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:47:03.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a 101</title><content type='html'>Can somebody give me a 101 in basic life juggling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*screaming my lungs out*&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/5987965354413900633-7405191642245165145?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/7405191642245165145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=7405191642245165145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/7405191642245165145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/7405191642245165145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-need-101.html' title='I need a 101'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-6807082298649079562</id><published>2009-07-22T21:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:10:39.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially 23 and getting OLDER!</title><content type='html'>So instead of planning big hoo-has on my birthday, my sister decided to spend me a nice quiet dinner with my family. Family bonding. It has been quite some time when we had a proper dinner without sour faces. All replaced by joyful glee and laughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SmcVPKwgsyI/AAAAAAAABfE/yBlfPAuVPCY/s1600-h/P1020675+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SmcVPKwgsyI/AAAAAAAABfE/yBlfPAuVPCY/s400/P1020675+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361277231737910050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before dinner, must camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SmcVFhoronI/AAAAAAAABe8/EIujatyZyAs/s1600-h/P1020701+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SmcVFhoronI/AAAAAAAABe8/EIujatyZyAs/s400/P1020701+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361277066080395890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After dinner, must camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SmcVFoFsmGI/AAAAAAAABe0/CsYk-sHPfck/s1600-h/090716_204429+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SmcVFoFsmGI/AAAAAAAABe0/CsYk-sHPfck/s400/090716_204429+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361277067812706402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SmcVFHQHQwI/AAAAAAAABes/oJYJ5Mx_LyY/s1600-h/090716_204419+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SmcVFHQHQwI/AAAAAAAABes/oJYJ5Mx_LyY/s400/090716_204419+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361277058998027010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ka Wha Korean BBQ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*yum*&lt;br /&gt;I've never tasted Korean food that is oh-so-good!&lt;br /&gt;Place located at Bangsar, Jalan Telawi 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raw dishes are prepared by real Koreans.&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for a less-heated, crowd-less, more comfortable place to have Korean BBQ food,&lt;br /&gt;then this is the place to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SmcVE-Bc7uI/AAAAAAAABek/0Oq3tPKbsm4/s1600-h/090716_203656+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SmcVE-Bc7uI/AAAAAAAABek/0Oq3tPKbsm4/s400/090716_203656+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361277056520613602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SmcVDk1_PxI/AAAAAAAABec/LJTcs7_T0HY/s1600-h/090716_203447+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SmcVDk1_PxI/AAAAAAAABec/LJTcs7_T0HY/s400/090716_203447+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361277032581775122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SmcY3hta8kI/AAAAAAAABfU/j7gqPRtK_1w/s1600-h/P1020688+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SmcY3hta8kI/AAAAAAAABfU/j7gqPRtK_1w/s400/P1020688+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361281223628616258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wouldn't say I come from a super-perfect family.&lt;br /&gt;But they are always there for me through all my good and shit times.&lt;br /&gt;Moments like this are best shared with loved ones around.&lt;br /&gt;Memories are always kept in the heart to last for a life time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5987965354413900633-6807082298649079562?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/6807082298649079562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=6807082298649079562&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/6807082298649079562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/6807082298649079562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/07/officially-23-and-getting-older.html' title='Officially 23 and getting OLDER!'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SmcVPKwgsyI/AAAAAAAABfE/yBlfPAuVPCY/s72-c/P1020675+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-7454610790761476346</id><published>2009-07-18T23:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:02:31.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Random-ness for the weekend. Just a short update for the moment... my birthday was on the 15th July and yes, I didn't celebrate it but just had a quiet dinner with my family. More pics to come. Haven't finish editting it just yet. Do come back soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;&gt; looking for the poll bar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&gt;&gt;&gt; it's on your right-hand-side !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-7454610790761476346?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/7454610790761476346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=7454610790761476346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/7454610790761476346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/7454610790761476346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/07/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-1743050878659905287</id><published>2009-07-12T18:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:25:12.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Least of Expectations?</title><content type='html'>It's been an excruciating boring Sunday I might add. But I had long hours spent alone to sit, think and picture everything on the past and present and future. Not the most joyable thing to do but I guess sometimes when we actually do solemn to ourselves at a point in our life, it is rather amazing to see how things evolves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been torturing myself, mentally. For this past months, I've gone through so many unexpected events. Not knowing how the future might be. I struggled to a point of breakdown and losing insanity. Falling sick every week, and even starve myself because I had lost every inch of appetite. It's crazy to be in this alone and come to think of it, I wasn't struggling alone, I was indirectly and uncautiously making those who were by my side to struggle along with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I change in a way or other? Or have I just gone bad to worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit clubbing.  Quit drinking. And I'm trying to quit smoking as well. Quit modeling. Quit photoshoots. Quit freelance jobs. I practically quit what I did in my past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even threw my skimpy clothings during my modeling days. I'm learning to dress more decent. Less makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I trying to  be a better person? Portray a better image? I want to be better. That's for sure. But I'm beginning to realize, I'm getting quieter by the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I want is to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know, happiness come when we least expect it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to YOU, I know where I am. And know that I'm building every inch of bricks back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-1743050878659905287?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/1743050878659905287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=1743050878659905287&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/1743050878659905287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/1743050878659905287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/07/least-of-expectations.html' title='The Least of Expectations?'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-820764695032528805</id><published>2009-07-08T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:06:23.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jah...</title><content type='html'>What should I write about? I'm surprised that I can't think of anything right now.. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&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;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="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;*10 minutes later*&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get up early tomorrow. Yawn. At this rate of waking up at 5.45am to go to work is really killing my appetite again. Right after I got so used to working the 12pm-9pm shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blog hopping just awhile ago. Fooling around in Facebook. Scratching my backside. Digging my nose and thinking back what did I buy at Watsons that cost me RM60 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*peeks into the shopping bag*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pad? Panty liner? Lip balm? Vitamins? Mint? Pocket tissue? MAHAI...! All this cost me RM60..?? I'd just probably go the supermarket next time. Definitely much cheaper there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm feeling the drowsiness from the painkillers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write something more read-able next time. Ta~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-820764695032528805?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/820764695032528805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=820764695032528805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/820764695032528805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/820764695032528805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/07/jah.html' title='Jah...'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-3456723976576515376</id><published>2009-07-05T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:24:28.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that +1 season again</title><content type='html'>Much to my surprise, another year has come and gone. And I meant adding another year to my age. Since I was small, I never once missed celebrating my birthday. Even if it was with my family or friends, it is celebrated one way or another. At home, a fancy restaurant, at a club...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not too mention, the last couple of years, I celebrated my birthday and burned a hole in my pocket. If I'm not mistaken, I spent almost RM700 on my 21st birthday and last year, a whopping number almost reached RM1k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year, it's another 10 days more to my big day and I'm not planning anything. Seriously. Those who has known me for years will be expecting me to be going ga-ga about deciding what to do. Not this time. I'm planning to have a quiet birthday this year and not spending a bomb in the club. I'm thinking about a short vacation by the beach or something. Somewhere nearby. Mum was asking me.. "Steamboat at home..?" And I told her, "Well, maybe not. I'd probably go for a short holiday". Instead of spending money opening endless bottles in the club, I might as well spend it on me this time round. =) We'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx--------------------------------------xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;By the way, have you read my recent post about my job? Did you rather find that entertaining? I have another story to tell. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not wrong, this happened when I was on the 12pm-9pm shift. Calls were going alright... right until it was almost 8.30pm when my shift was about to finish. This man... I'd say late 40's in his age? He called and ask me to check on a booking. When I got to his booking, it was for like 60 passengers on one single booking. Normally, we're not allowed to touch those kind of booking. Because for a large group to make on a single booking, they are suppose to call to another department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes the conversation (a short-editted conversation that I can still recall) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Let's just put the name of the man as Mr. X**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. X :&lt;/span&gt; I have a booking for 60 pax and "YOU" cancelled my flight! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*angry*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;: Mr. X, can you please rephrase what you've just said. I can see it's a booking for 60 pax and you will need to call the group booking instead and plus, it wasn't "ME" who cancelled your flight.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *annoyed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. X : &lt;/span&gt;I don't care who cancelled it, but it is cancelled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me :&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I can see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. X :&lt;/span&gt; Can you  just transfer the call to somebody whom I can speak with regarding about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me : &lt;/span&gt; No, I can't transfer your call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. X :&lt;/span&gt; ...................................................................... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*he kept on babbling on God-knows-what*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- the conversation went on and on and on till this part right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. X :&lt;/span&gt; Can you just put me through to somebody because I DON'T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND ENGLISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me :&lt;/span&gt; Excuse me, if you think I don't understand English, what language do you suppose we're communicating now???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. X :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*silence*&lt;/span&gt;... Errrrrr..... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*long pause*&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me :&lt;/span&gt; Riiiight... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*bloody smack in the face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG can die dot com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5987965354413900633-3456723976576515376?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/3456723976576515376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=3456723976576515376&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/3456723976576515376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/3456723976576515376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-that-1-season-again.html' title='It&apos;s that +1 season again'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-7808224788677410233</id><published>2009-07-01T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:47:25.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Update...</title><content type='html'>I'm finally back alive and kicking. After a month long of separating myself and my laptop, I suddenly got so used to the idea of not being online, not checking Facebook, not updating my blog, not spamming in Twitter. Just busied myself with going to work and going out with my friends and not drowned myself in the virtual world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know, I've landed the job at a call centre at Salmat Salesforce and currently under contract with Jetstar Airlines as a client. And talking all day long with mainly people from Australia has been a real bummer. Having to listen to their aussie accent, and after 2 freaking months being alive there, I can bloody fake my accent during on call and is fucking annoying. And whenever we answer calls, we have to start the call by using a script which is "Welcome to Jetstar, this is Jen speaking, how may I help you?" Problem is, I can't use my name Jen Ai, because whenever I introduce myself, even to local people.. they'll be like.. "Jena.. Jen..Jen what..??". Imagine saying my name over the phone. The first few days, I used my name Jen Ai when I'm on call, and I've been given so many names in return...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Welcome to Jetstar, this is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jen Ai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; speaking, how may I help you?&lt;br /&gt;Passenger : Oh hi!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Jena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is it?&lt;br /&gt;Me : No no, it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jen Ai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Passenger : Hi &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Me : No.. it's&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; J-E-N-A-I.. Jennnnn.... Aiiiiii...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;Passenger : Ok &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... I need to enquire..... *blablabla*&lt;br /&gt;Me : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*warrafakkk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next week, I've decided to cut my name short, and just use Jen during calls. And this is what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Welcome to Jetstar, this is&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; speaking, how may I help you?&lt;br /&gt;Passenger : Hi &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Me : No, it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Passenger : Oh sorry &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Me : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*wah lan nehhhh... omgwtfbbq*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea... you tell me how??? Bloody simple name also can give me another name. I've been given name like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jen Si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by Singaporeans, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....  *Wow. I have fucking multi identities*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. yea... I've got fucking alot of things, funny things and shit experiences while working here. And I can say it's a mixture of fun and stress. And main point to have in mind is... Do not take all the calls personal. This people can be rude. Rude to the extend they don't give who the fuck you are. And they can tell you that this is not personal they know you're just doing your job, but they can fuck you upside down on the phone. Oh btw, 4:10 of the ratio hates Malaysians. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you more stories the next time! Here is my office! It's big, colorful, theme is given seasonally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SktxxQemh5I/AAAAAAAABdk/KwcrVTm53K0/s1600-h/090628_135502+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SktxxQemh5I/AAAAAAAABdk/KwcrVTm53K0/s400/090628_135502+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353497673110816658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SktxxNUhE1I/AAAAAAAABdc/spmIMcDBcfY/s1600-h/090628_135344+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SktxxNUhE1I/AAAAAAAABdc/spmIMcDBcfY/s400/090628_135344+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353497672263209810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. Looks like a happy place to work? Judging by the outlooks can be deceiving. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone of you is interested in working? We still have vacancies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done chattering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-7808224788677410233?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/7808224788677410233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=7808224788677410233&amp;isPopup=true' title='79 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/7808224788677410233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/7808224788677410233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/07/bloody-update.html' title='Bloody Update...'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SktxxQemh5I/AAAAAAAABdk/KwcrVTm53K0/s72-c/090628_135502+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>79</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-2604368743299680851</id><published>2009-06-09T12:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:28:34.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will be back.</title><content type='html'>I'm having some troubles going online via my laptop. Sorry for the M.I.A status for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back once I get my laptop fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-2604368743299680851?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/2604368743299680851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=2604368743299680851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/2604368743299680851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/2604368743299680851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/06/will-be-back.html' title='Will be back.'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-8786888023115048056</id><published>2009-06-02T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:44:01.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jahh..!</title><content type='html'>I knoww.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been updating my blog. I've been busy with work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really actually. Just that I've been waking up at 6am every morning, drag myself to the bathroom, have a cold shower before I head to work. This is my schedule for another week long. After this, I'm sunk into rotational shift. I have 12.30pm-9.30pm, 9.30am-6.30pm shifts for 2nd and 3rd week of June. My colls are getting 3pm-12am shifts already, and I'm getting the feeling that I'm getting those shifts soon. But I told myself, if the shifts are gonna be draining my time out, I'll be requesting a permanent shift of 6am-3pm. And at least I have a life after work. And yea, I'm giving myself till the end of June to think about permanent time shifts. And that goes about work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than work... I've been patiently waiting (till my brains are oozing out from my ears) for the date. The date of the month that will legalize and finalize this whole trauma that I'm going through since end of last year. It's the middle of the year now... And I'm literally pulling my hairs out on this. The pain and shit I'm going through.. I don't know how long more I can survive and go through this. Just  fucking give me a fucking date that I can actually look forward to. Please. Dammit. I'm waiting to get my life back again on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I need a fucking holiday when all this are settled. Procrastinating on my driving license as well. When I already have enough savings to fork a large sum for my driving license, there's sure to bound on something which I have to keep this on hold again. I'm getting sick of all this unnecessary expenditure. Working my ass off to earn more. And with all this lawyer shit thing I'm spending money on, it's not really helping one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drained to the very last gut. I need more than a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I promise of a better, more exciting update on this fucking-ass dead blog on my whines. Sue me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-8786888023115048056?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/8786888023115048056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=8786888023115048056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/8786888023115048056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/8786888023115048056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/06/jahh.html' title='Jahh..!'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-6493868202489799392</id><published>2009-05-21T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:17:14.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 5th Birthday Princess!!!</title><content type='html'>*jen sits back and stares into space*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How time flies. Really. It's the 21st of May. A very special day for me to remember. It was 5 years ago when you came into my life. And things have changed ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5TH &lt;/span&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;N &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY BABY GIRL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY PRINCESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a few pics of her when she was smaller. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/ShQXEBqZgCI/AAAAAAAABdE/FRBP7jlRvnI/s1600-h/532818305l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/ShQXEBqZgCI/AAAAAAAABdE/FRBP7jlRvnI/s400/532818305l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337916816274063394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/ShQXEJYw1UI/AAAAAAAABc8/h9jH35gsuD4/s1600-h/943394233l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/ShQXEJYw1UI/AAAAAAAABc8/h9jH35gsuD4/s400/943394233l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337916818347578690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/ShQXD6kpNlI/AAAAAAAABc0/s6s1kK_KcOc/s1600-h/729147203l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/ShQXD6kpNlI/AAAAAAAABc0/s6s1kK_KcOc/s400/729147203l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337916814370879058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/ShQXDu-C1OI/AAAAAAAABcs/PmQtvSqW_Xs/s1600-h/561182625l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/ShQXDu-C1OI/AAAAAAAABcs/PmQtvSqW_Xs/s400/561182625l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337916811256190178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/ShQW15-8JwI/AAAAAAAABck/4nbj8nPZ5GM/s1600-h/469138490l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/ShQW15-8JwI/AAAAAAAABck/4nbj8nPZ5GM/s400/469138490l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337916573694568194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/ShQW1ztBtzI/AAAAAAAABcc/rmCOj_EsGQM/s1600-h/414544374l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/ShQW1ztBtzI/AAAAAAAABcc/rmCOj_EsGQM/s400/414544374l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337916572008822578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/ShQW1sPhFkI/AAAAAAAABcU/66loYUKW28g/s1600-h/146274866l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/ShQW1sPhFkI/AAAAAAAABcU/66loYUKW28g/s400/146274866l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337916570006001218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/ShQW1g1IaaI/AAAAAAAABcM/tfGyijlEoWI/s1600-h/127328590l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/ShQW1g1IaaI/AAAAAAAABcM/tfGyijlEoWI/s400/127328590l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337916566942542242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/ShQW1Y4UayI/AAAAAAAABcE/2WOdekN0fe8/s1600-h/277626883l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/ShQW1Y4UayI/AAAAAAAABcE/2WOdekN0fe8/s400/277626883l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337916564808428322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You grow too fast. Stop growing will ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you dam fucking much.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-6493868202489799392?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/6493868202489799392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=6493868202489799392&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/6493868202489799392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/6493868202489799392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-5th-birthday-princess.html' title='Happy 5th Birthday Princess!!!'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/ShQXEBqZgCI/AAAAAAAABdE/FRBP7jlRvnI/s72-c/532818305l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-664135467533452374</id><published>2009-05-17T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:20:40.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got TAGGED..! =)</title><content type='html'>After many years of blogging, I found myself tagged on tag. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://rodneythoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rodney&lt;/a&gt; . Here is my tag of the week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Besides your lips, where is your favourite spot to get kissed?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My neck and ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How did you feel when you wake up this morning? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Feels like crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who was the last person/people you took a photo with?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My baby girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Would you consider yourself spoilt?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No. I spoil myself more than people spoiling me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will you ever donate blood?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes. But I can't. I'm lack of blood as well. And underweight And not healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have you ever had a best friend who was the opposite sex?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes. In the end, the best friend status went bye-bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you want someone to be dead?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh YESSS...! *whistles.. doo doo doo*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What does your last text message say?&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  "CONGRATS! You just won yourself a pass for 2 Days of Freedom music festival. Call 1300xxxxxx for collection details, weekdays. 10am-6pm. Passes are non-transferable. (YEH...! =) But I thought of giving it out to someone who wanted to go. Trance/House not my kind of style)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What are you thinking right now? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Dam long dot com can dieeeee..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you want someone to be with you right now?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes. Desperately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What was the time you went to bed last night?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  About 5am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is someone on your mind right now?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who was the last person who text you?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The people from the 2 Days of Freedom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tag 10 people.... =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ol style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Joshua Ong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jess Chong (Jess babe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sue Lynn Chia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jynn Looi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ginny Yap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Choi Lin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kellster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Junn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chuan Guan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wen Zi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who is #2 having a relationship with?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;With Khai. (I think they're still together. =x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is #3 a female or male? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If #7 and #1 get together, would it be good?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoo..... Yaaaa... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is #1 studying about? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I dunno.. He working la... I think. Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is #4 single?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nop. She's in a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Say something about #2?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Loud. Hyperactive. Not afraid of the world. Daring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What do you think about #3 and #6 together?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not sure. They do not know each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Describe #9? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; No ideaaaaaaaa..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What would you do if #6 and #7 fight?&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  CATFIGHT!... I'd just stand back. Buy popcorn and watch the movie!. LOL =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you like #8?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;As a friend, yes. Long time friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't expect anyone to do this tag anyway. =)  I just needed something to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy reading! Will update on more pics and more interesting stuff. Till then.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Other than that, follow me on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://twitter.com/JenAiChung &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or just click&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://twitter.com/JenAiChung"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;or the link at the top, right side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5987965354413900633-664135467533452374?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/664135467533452374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=664135467533452374&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/664135467533452374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/664135467533452374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-got.html' title='I got TAGGED..! =)'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-410895776241946475</id><published>2009-05-16T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:32:48.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Do I Go?</title><content type='html'>The simplicity of life sometimes do make me wonder how the earth rotates and time flies without waiting. If I could just pause a moment in life, there is so much I can do and just be in linger in the moment I wanted to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I thought to myself. If there really was a pause button in life that I could just click away, I would never really appreciate life again. I wouldn't look back and remember all the memories because it would just be so easy to turn back time and endeavour in it again whenever I feel like it. But as in life back to the sense of reality, there will never be a pause button no matter how much I wish for it. I could only enjoy the moment, and regain the memories in the future. Sadly, it's not as fantastic as it sounds but it could only make me just learn how to appreciate everything better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, after being so excited about work/training and shits, why do I still feel that I'm back at square one? Oh! I know. I clearly know why. A sudden call from HIM just destroyed my whole entire day and night. Just one fucking call and it ruined everything. How heartless HIM may sound over the phone, I am and never will be satisfied with the conditions. Just thinking about, what if the situation was the other way round. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;It's the month of May. And soon, middle of the year is arriving. It has been a long and traumatic 7 months of agonizing waits and procedures. I'm just hoping you would give up. Really. Because either way it is, it's your lost ain't mine. You're just putting yourself blindly into jeopardy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it. When all this ends... Where do I go from here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much lost. Help?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-410895776241946475?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/410895776241946475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=410895776241946475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/410895776241946475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/410895776241946475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-do-i-go.html' title='Where Do I Go?'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-1754391796896201356</id><published>2009-05-14T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:26:17.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work is Fun!</title><content type='html'>So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather much procrastinated on work and yadaa yadaa. But dammit, I am loving what I'm doing by the days. Seriously. Although I have to painstakingly remember and apply what has been taught and literally killing me... Why do I still enjoy? I guess it must be with the current batch I'm with now and the very easy-going environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, today is my 4th day into training. Counting down to 6 more days. Feels like it's going too fast because I'm yet to get the hang of it. Can I extend training? LOL. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part of my job is, "YOU ARE GETTING PAID TO TALK". (Quote by Nick) *yay...!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow or rather, I was first getting the impression of people telling me.. "You're so quiet..." Seriously, I'm so not. I talk alot... ALOT. I literally spit onto your face cos' I talk alot. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. When I'm at ease with a person, I tend to be a little more in my comfort zone and being myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna say thanks to Linda (poko), Doreen, Scott David, Dennis Chow, Elijah, Cher Ru, Sandra and a few others for making my day a memorable one. Congratulations to us for making into the company and it's been great. I enjoy being with you guys and thank God we're in the same batch. Now, I'm keeping my fingers crossed that we get matching work schedules. Really don't know how I'd survive without you guys. My smoking and lunch gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-1754391796896201356?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/1754391796896201356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=1754391796896201356&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/1754391796896201356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/1754391796896201356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/05/work-is-fun.html' title='Work is Fun!'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-3225751661945949493</id><published>2009-05-13T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:31:34.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slippers/Sandals.. My Best Bud!</title><content type='html'>Alright. Some of you know that I've currently started my 2 weeks training at my new job since Monday. And yes, it has been going smooth. Alongside with a little of the shy me, first day was rather awkward. With new people to meet, and being with them for 8 hours a day, I'd say it wasn't easy to make up a conversation. I was much thinking to myself.. "Sheesh, I really need to talk to somebody cos' I don't wanna end up having lunch alone". Come break time, I manage to "create" a gang that I could talk with. Yeh. The smoker's gang. LOL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so interesting about the place I'm at is that, most of everyone just wear slippers/quarter pants/hoodie jackets.... to work. Yea. To work. The pantry is huge. Like a small cafe with table and chairs, kitchen, a bar, big sofa and a plasma TV with Astro. You can sleep there if you want. Watch tv if you want. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my job. Now the problem is... remembering everything that was being taught!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 more days of training to go before the REAL work starts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-3225751661945949493?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/3225751661945949493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=3225751661945949493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/3225751661945949493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/3225751661945949493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/05/slipperssandals-my-best-bud.html' title='Slippers/Sandals.. My Best Bud!'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-3657561486994447736</id><published>2009-05-10T04:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T05:07:29.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy MaMa's Day!</title><content type='html'>It's that special day where we celebrate of a special someone. Being a mother ain't easy. And yes, telling it from experience is totally different story. It wasn't easy for me being a mum. I never thought I would be one. Not at my age. Having to adapt to a very different life was difficult. And sometimes I never really see myself as a mother. I still act like my age. But as my daughter keeps growing and learning each and everyday, I force myself to be better. I'm not any better compared. I'm still trying. Learning to be better. I wish I was better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times like this, with my situation now.. I feel hopeless and useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at such a time... when you get a sudden surprise from your daughter/ son, it turns my life around for that very moment. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter was at school on friday. And she came back home with a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-vys : (runs into my room..) MUMMY..!!!! I got something for you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh really?!?! What is it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-vys : Taaaaaaaaaaaaa................ *hands over a yellow crumpled paper*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : ........................................................!!!!!!! *sobs* =)&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 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SgXoydHIOvI/AAAAAAAABb8/NvAbKI8S8Lw/s1600-h/090508_141630+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SgXoydHIOvI/AAAAAAAABb8/NvAbKI8S8Lw/s400/090508_141630+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333925287195851506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SgXoyXUAd3I/AAAAAAAABb0/75mDZ4fkNsU/s1600-h/090508_141728+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SgXoyXUAd3I/AAAAAAAABb0/75mDZ4fkNsU/s400/090508_141728+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333925285639255922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made this for me in school. What more can I ask for? She colored each and every alphabet with different colors with self-fold crepe paper "roses" in the middle of the heart shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy loves u, baby girl. With all my heart. I promise us a better future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-3657561486994447736?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/3657561486994447736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=3657561486994447736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/3657561486994447736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/3657561486994447736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mamas-day.html' title='Happy MaMa&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SgXoydHIOvI/AAAAAAAABb8/NvAbKI8S8Lw/s72-c/090508_141630+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-3587559692700495323</id><published>2009-05-07T23:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T00:27:15.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Media Prima Event</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was the Media Prima event which was a special event that took  place at the "famous" Sun &amp;amp; Surf Beach which was located inside Sunway Lagoon. A night to appreciate the media's widely known from NTV7, 8TV, TV3 and many more. Writers and editors from local magazines and newspapers were there to enjoy themselves. I was there because my ex-company was a sponsor for the event as well. So my ex-boss had called me up to helped her with the manicures that we're gonna do for them for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Belinda Chee was there as well, as the emcee for the night.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I can honestly say she's much prettier real life and very friendly. =)&lt;br /&gt;There were a few other celebs there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here we are... less talk and move on with some pics that I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SgMB0ymLj8I/AAAAAAAABas/jQCvdt9pHtk/s1600-h/090507_170650+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SgMB0ymLj8I/AAAAAAAABas/jQCvdt9pHtk/s400/090507_170650+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333108390183538626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tadaaaaa.~&lt;br /&gt;The event took half 2/4 of the beach, and it was set up quite in a way I imagined.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh.&lt;br /&gt;They had a theme party too. It was called "Sarong Party".&lt;br /&gt;And yes, people came in fashionable pareo's and sarongs.&lt;br /&gt; LOLx.&lt;br /&gt;Fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;Really beach-chy mood. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And that red car you see there in the picture. One lucky asshole will win that in the lucky draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT..!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SgMB1G-KdGI/AAAAAAAABa0/Qh9VC6Su17Q/s1600-h/090507_170703+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SgMB1G-KdGI/AAAAAAAABa0/Qh9VC6Su17Q/s400/090507_170703+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333108395652838498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The little woody man-made walkway specially for the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SgMB1YM66RI/AAAAAAAABa8/3a1tic1cRSc/s1600-h/090507_170750+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SgMB1YM66RI/AAAAAAAABa8/3a1tic1cRSc/s400/090507_170750+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333108400278137106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The place where we'll do our set up.&lt;br /&gt; It was effin' hot I'm telling you.&lt;br /&gt; Sweating like piglets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SgMB1tY9zNI/AAAAAAAABbE/AmcdUZb8ebI/s1600-h/090507_170836+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SgMB1tY9zNI/AAAAAAAABbE/AmcdUZb8ebI/s400/090507_170836+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333108405965802706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My ex-colleague and I. Just fooling around before setting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SgMB162BeoI/AAAAAAAABbM/z-UmdsPEeYw/s1600-h/090507_170913+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SgMB162BeoI/AAAAAAAABbM/z-UmdsPEeYw/s400/090507_170913+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333108409577339522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I just had to camwhore to satisfy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SgMDHYJ3DlI/AAAAAAAABbU/zgVZQ689Czw/s1600-h/090507_170938+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 348px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SgMDHYJ3DlI/AAAAAAAABbU/zgVZQ689Czw/s400/090507_170938+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333109809014574674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was fucking excited because I get to be out.&lt;br /&gt;I was dying to go Sunway Lagoon again before this. Dunno why. I love that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; With the sand under my feet........................... *tickles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SgMDHbhs3JI/AAAAAAAABbc/oO4o2ZXNGgI/s1600-h/090507_170958+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SgMDHbhs3JI/AAAAAAAABbc/oO4o2ZXNGgI/s400/090507_170958+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333109809919876242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the fiery red hot sun above my head, burning my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Aaaaa...~ BLISS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss tanning under the sun. Feels like I was on a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SgMDHu1DajI/AAAAAAAABbk/B7NMkuhYKsg/s400/090507_173152+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333109815101319730" border="0" /&gt;As I was lying down on the lazy chair, camwhoring again...&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma go change into my bikini's now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I slapped myself hard in the face. I wasn't here to tan under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;I was here for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BODOH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straightaway my mood gone.&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-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SgMDHiae3sI/AAAAAAAABbs/0BzRc5rbzLE/s1600-h/090507_204235+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SgMDHiae3sI/AAAAAAAABbs/0BzRc5rbzLE/s400/090507_204235+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333109811768647362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The night scene. They had hula-dancers, fire-eaters.&lt;br /&gt; So hawaiian-ish.&lt;br /&gt;I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go for holiday!!!! And and and and... I wanna be working in a media too! They got effin' nice events to go too. FUCK! Jealoussssssss...................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*throws coconuts at them*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-3587559692700495323?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/3587559692700495323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=3587559692700495323&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/3587559692700495323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/3587559692700495323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/05/media-prima-event.html' title='Media Prima Event'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SgMB0ymLj8I/AAAAAAAABas/jQCvdt9pHtk/s72-c/090507_170650+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-1021227337591522220</id><published>2009-05-05T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:47:52.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a very bored girl now.</title><content type='html'>&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; see the poll on ur right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just answer it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-1021227337591522220?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/1021227337591522220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=1021227337591522220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/1021227337591522220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/1021227337591522220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-very-bored-girl-now.html' title='I&apos;m a very bored girl now.'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-289758562464168434</id><published>2009-05-04T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:22:00.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inevitable Dilemma</title><content type='html'>What happen to us? Was it something I did? Was it something you said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories was once yearning it ways through me. Somehow I knocked myself back to reality. The many arguments and words are left to ponder. Never to know who's fault was it to began with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were once filled with laughter, smiles and giggles but now it's has been taken over by frowns, sadness and tears. Words of love then, words of hatred now. Seem so displeasing. Moment of truth discovered. Stories unfold. I'm surrounded with the gloominess of shadows that I once saw before but I lied to myself over and over again not wanting to accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm left in despair. Too many a times my heart was being broken and yet again, nothing has changed. I took all your  negativity and pinned to positive. I guess I was drowning myself from the very start. I seen it coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything is over, I want to erase you from my life. How? Seems impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, it seems it's going nowhere. I was left hanging. You wanted this. So be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 3 months. When?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-289758562464168434?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/289758562464168434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=289758562464168434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/289758562464168434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/289758562464168434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/05/inevitable-dilemma.html' title='Inevitable Dilemma'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-2512405449108383183</id><published>2009-04-26T13:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:09:06.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day, Another Week, Another Month</title><content type='html'>I find myself starting to struggle all over again. Or maybe cos' I've been bumming for the past 1 week. It's been a slow, dreary week. And every minute is passing by with empty thoughts in my head. I wish life wasn't the way it is now. If I could turn back time, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow or rather, I feel like slapping myself hard on the face. I feel so immobilized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why on earth are you taking such a long time? You told me you wanted it to be quick. And now you left me wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't pay to see you taking your own sweet time. And don't even think of negotiating. Not anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-2512405449108383183?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/2512405449108383183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=2512405449108383183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/2512405449108383183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/2512405449108383183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-day-another-week-another-month.html' title='Another Day, Another Week, Another Month'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-3646739514193360265</id><published>2009-04-15T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:43:50.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know. The only word that could describe me is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After all the frantic nervous breakdown...&lt;br /&gt; I finally secured myself a better job.&lt;br /&gt; Really much better job.&lt;br /&gt;Now please let me story you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up approximately 8.30am. As usual, I lay around in bed and saying .."another 5 mins".. to myself repeatedly. Got ready and was looking everywhere for a black pants to wear for the interview. This is what happens when you are someone like me who doesn't wear office attire at all. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dad took the initiative to send me to the interview. And so I thought was an 1 on 1 interview, pukimak.. the moment I reach there, there was hell alot of people who were actually eyeing on this job. The first thought that came into my mind was.. SHIT..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gents came in with ties and what-nots while the ladies were dressed up neatly. Holding in one hand is their carrycase/bag/laptops and another hand on Iphones and Blackberry's. I looked really pathetic. Really. I had to register my name on the list where suddenly the receptionist asked me for my resume. OOps? Of all things to bring, I didn't bring a copy of my resume and I told her that my referrer told me I didn't need to have one. She gave me this blood-shot eye look. Then she asked me for my relevant certificates. OOps again? I told her I don't have any certs. (I do not own any certs, mind you) And then she was giving the fuck face.. again. She can nicely say so loud to one of her colleagues.. "Eh, she doesn't have resume or cert.. How aahh??" And the colleague went.. "So? Just give her the form to fill la.."  ZZZZzzzz.. I felt like shit and wanted to dig a hole there and then to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went into a room to fill whatever form they gave me. After a while, I was joined with other 5 people who were in my 2nd batch to interview. The 1st batch interview already started and there were like more than 15 applicants waiting. Out of nowhere, the manager came into the room and asked if we have already finished filing in the forms when suddenly the receptionist told him about me. And the manager asked who was my referrer and he went .."OHH..! You're Jen Ai rightt...?? Yes Yes, I do not require to see your cert.." and the receptionist walked off silently. (Hit you right in the face.. YEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; *JenAi does a peace squat*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I already suppose the receptionist was cursing me in her heart. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, it wasn't an 1 on 1 interview. It was a group interview. There were 6 of us. And we were required to give a brief introduction of ourselves and of all people to start, it was me. I was babbling away, trying to stay as calm and focus as possible. I thought to myself, in the end they are gonna give the same ol' bullshit.. "Don't call us, we'll call u"  that kinda thing. I was WRONG! I was caught off-guard when the manager suddenly said.."I'm sorry so and so (forgot the name la), but you are not being offered this job as you can't speak well enough to our expectation..." OUCH!! And that poor boy left the building. Then the manager said, I won't waste anyone's time. Okaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he pointed at the other 3 applicants and said.."Go for medical check up now".. And they were stunned. "Huh".. they said. "You're being offered this job".. says the manager. That was fast!! So then left me and another female applicant feeling rather out of place. I was rather sad that I didn't get in. Then he called us both out from the office and I was like.. Klaaa..!! This the end.. And when he suddenly said.." We'll call you to come in for medical checkup because you're the only both who can't start on Monday".. He kept quiet and then continued.. "But you're being offered and confirm for the job." YIPPEEEEEEEE DOOOOOOO...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh.. I couldn't start on Monday like the rest because there were all mostly unemployed at the moment. And I was still working in my current job and have to give a notice that I resigning. So the earliest I could start is the end of the month. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooooooooo happy. The working environment there is so upbeat. Lively I would say and noisy! It was bright and had balloons everywhere. It was like a playground for adults! People everywhere with their call headsets around their head, rows and rows of flat screen monitors and yadaaa yadaaa. Yeh. Time for me to have a different feel of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most of you were asking, what job did I apply for. It's for an Australian low-cost airline (like AirAsia) but it's called JetStar. You Aussies would know. First inbound call centre for Malaysia. Cool-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-3646739514193360265?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/3646739514193360265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=3646739514193360265&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/3646739514193360265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/3646739514193360265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-8936646310734369653</id><published>2009-04-14T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:14:37.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dee Dums</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right after when I finally passed the half year of working, stabilizing in a job which I would labelled as "stable", and there we go again with incoming job offers. Not like I'm complaining. Very good offers which pays double to triple and even more the amount that I'm currently receiving.&lt;br /&gt;With all this recession shit that has been going on, I fore-see myself venturing into a new line of work.&lt;br /&gt;Good.. No?&lt;br /&gt; I "complained" to a friend earlier this evening on about the job offers that was offered&lt;br /&gt;and yes I had a good sounding back.&lt;br /&gt;People are dying outside just to get an average income job while I'm spoiling myself in deciding with 2 options. Lucky me guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the yadaa kept going on. I secured myself with an interview tomorrow. Me prays and keeping fingers crossed. If it's mine, it's mine. If it's not. What the hell. Got nothing to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less about work. More to personal. I'm at the status of " Fuck that shit". Yea. Taking money out like water is crap. And YOU being demanding ain't helping at all. What I think was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; YOU hate me. But don't take it out on your own ________. Seriously. YOU are the ________ goddammit. Act like one. YOU not ______ for anything and yet YOU still demand alot.&lt;br /&gt;Bring this to ______ but I'll win for sure. Not like you have been a good _________ and _________. Pretending and thinking highly of yourself, YOU are just making fools.&lt;br /&gt; YOU and your whole _______.&lt;br /&gt; Thank God I'm _________ more than YOU.&lt;br /&gt;I do not _______ YOU anymore. I'm ______ YOU are out. I've got ______ better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, I know. Friggin' idiotic me typing like this. What to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-8936646310734369653?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/8936646310734369653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=8936646310734369653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/8936646310734369653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/8936646310734369653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/04/dee-dums.html' title='Dee Dums'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-8997419730156859046</id><published>2009-04-13T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:02:26.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yadaa Yadaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God only knows how fucking of me being disoriented from work. Stress and piles of work loads up to my shoulder giving me an ever painful burden to carry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. So fucking tired that I can no longer put my mind at ease. With so much pressure going on... Sigh, I just wish I could type out everything straight forwardly in here. But part of me says DON'T. It's the online world of blogging. There are fucking lame-o ass people who comes reading my blog anonymously and start ranting rage on me. Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days go by, my backache is kiling me. The feel of it as though it's breaking worries me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking stress-la. Dunno what fuck to write. Can't think!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will be back soon.&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/5987965354413900633-8997419730156859046?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/8997419730156859046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=8997419730156859046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/8997419730156859046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/8997419730156859046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/04/yadaa-yadaa.html' title='Yadaa Yadaa'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-7068841207709163617</id><published>2009-03-10T22:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:47:46.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family.. My Safest Zone</title><content type='html'>When was the last time you had a day out together with just your family without..  I repeat W-I-T-H-O-U-T any single arguements? Sour faces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, was my first ever time.. a day out with my family without having any misunderstandings, without the showing of sour faces. If my sister were to stumble upon this post, she would clearly know what I'm typing about. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with family doesn't mean we have to be using alot of money. And even the places you least think of going, are the places which brings you joy the most. And yeh, we went to the KL Bird Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fucking Malaysian and I haven't any idea where the fucking bird park is. And when I think about it, I feel fucking lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MALAYSIA BO............LEEEEHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.eehhhhh..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; eh&lt;/span&gt;hh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;h.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; and the patriotic shouts from me fades away in the background*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less talk. On with pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SbaEHDpX6xI/AAAAAAAABXc/sZvI8H5hX60/s1600-h/P1010729+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SbaEHDpX6xI/AAAAAAAABXc/sZvI8H5hX60/s400/P1010729+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311578067302869778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where the sun starts shining through the green leaves and the rays drop upon your face, you are like angel that fills my life with joy and plenty of laughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SbaEHIHAvfI/AAAAAAAABXk/CqdMxhJ5-5g/s1600-h/P1010732+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SbaEHIHAvfI/AAAAAAAABXk/CqdMxhJ5-5g/s400/P1010732+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311578068500921842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My parents who has supported and encouraged me through 23 years of life. 23 YEARS.&lt;br /&gt;I would have gotten bored.&lt;br /&gt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt;The wonders of having parents are, they stick with you through thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;And even now, I'm at my lowest point in life, there were the many naggings, late-night shoutings..&lt;br /&gt; you were always there.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SbaEHRDcN9I/AAAAAAAABX0/dq33AwX4e0M/s1600-h/P1010762+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SbaEHRDcN9I/AAAAAAAABX0/dq33AwX4e0M/s400/P1010762+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311578070901864402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And when you start thinking of sometimes how annoying your parents can be,&lt;br /&gt;it's rather much annoying when you have an older sister and her bf in your life.&lt;br /&gt;The lovebirds who are always behind my back.&lt;br /&gt; And yeh, not too mention..&lt;br /&gt; free meals at times.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SbaEHWGLPjI/AAAAAAAABXs/bHiNLWzm6FU/s1600-h/P1010733+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SbaEHWGLPjI/AAAAAAAABXs/bHiNLWzm6FU/s400/P1010733+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311578072255512114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nevertheless, I've always loved you. And still am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SbaEHgtwRnI/AAAAAAAABX8/GhlR8JXVGYA/s1600-h/P1010765+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SbaEHgtwRnI/AAAAAAAABX8/GhlR8JXVGYA/s400/P1010765+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311578075105871474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SbaEcdbB9RI/AAAAAAAABYU/FVezeO7Fk18/s1600-h/P1010772+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SbaEcdbB9RI/AAAAAAAABYU/FVezeO7Fk18/s400/P1010772+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311578434999285010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SbaEbyQAAgI/AAAAAAAABYM/djlTF1OsjNA/s1600-h/P1010771+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SbaEbyQAAgI/AAAAAAAABYM/djlTF1OsjNA/s400/P1010771+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311578423410295298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SbaEbnzrlwI/AAAAAAAABYE/LS1sfxy8eyY/s1600-h/P1010769+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SbaEbnzrlwI/AAAAAAAABYE/LS1sfxy8eyY/s400/P1010769+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311578420607162114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And who says when you reach adulthood you can't act like a kid?&lt;br /&gt;This are best moments in life when I threw away all my thoughts and burdens&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;replace it with high-pitched screams and laughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the highlight of it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SbaEcXFxCTI/AAAAAAAABYc/NzxStfX0-NI/s1600-h/P1010773+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SbaEcXFxCTI/AAAAAAAABYc/NzxStfX0-NI/s400/P1010773+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311578433299482930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Birdpark keeper removes a bag that covers that stone statue*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAD, MUM and I :&lt;/span&gt; What the fuck is that thing..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAD:&lt;/span&gt; ... *thinks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUM&lt;/span&gt;: .... *thinks*.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; Why the fuck they need to cover.. Stone only ma..! So special mehh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad walks over to the stone statue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAD:&lt;/span&gt; I think is a bird cage laa..!! See..!! Got small gate wan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; WTF?.. What bird need to cover until like tht laaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAD: &lt;/span&gt;Eh... Apa ini aaa?? *scratches head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Birdpark Keeper:&lt;/span&gt; .............................................................Speaker laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All of us: &lt;/span&gt;WAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA.....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dad sheepishly smiled and walked away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dam bodoh dot com can die.&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/5987965354413900633-7068841207709163617?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/7068841207709163617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=7068841207709163617&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/7068841207709163617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/7068841207709163617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/03/family-my-safest-zone.html' title='Family.. My Safest Zone'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SbaEHDpX6xI/AAAAAAAABXc/sZvI8H5hX60/s72-c/P1010729+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-6353071547697063578</id><published>2009-03-07T02:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T02:49:48.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sighing...</title><content type='html'>Sighing ain't going to make things better. That was what I was being told. Having needed to do something but judge the other wasn't something I fancy lot. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brains are filled with thoughts which are flooding. Blood vessels popping. Muscles aching. Stomach cramping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll never go away. No matter how much sacrifices I made, it never seem to be enough. I lack faith. It could be better. But why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a road I shouldn't have. Regret is nothing but a despicable emotion. I tell myself everyday that it is for the better. Things are getting better. But never it seem to be heading that direction. I have so many goals and dreams in life. But it was all thoughts never action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to change for the better. But in the end, I'm only just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*double sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-6353071547697063578?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/6353071547697063578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=6353071547697063578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/6353071547697063578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/6353071547697063578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/03/sighing.html' title='Sighing...'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-3326646075917233036</id><published>2009-02-28T02:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T02:37:04.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeh..!</title><content type='html'>After such a long time.. I've decided to make myself happy for once. I've always been putting others ahead whereas I should be putting myself first beforehand. Past few post that I've written has been basically been over-emotional and stressed-out. And for the past few months has been a bitter breakdown. Everyone has been telling me off to chill and relax more but sometimes I just do not have the thought of it. Once everything is quiet and lonely, my mind starts to wander off and I'm back at square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shitty as it sounds, but I'm putting back the pieces one by one. Mum has been especially supportive throughout everything. Long talks over the phone with my mum has been beneficial. Though not very much clearing out situations, it has been clearing my mind off. I need not worry too much. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will this ever end? Waiting as every minute passes by it's hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now... I am for once gonna be materialistic. Just this once. ONCE. I'm splurging on myself and not for someone else. It's time for me to SPOIL myself silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bought myself something expensive.&lt;br /&gt;Something that I never have thought of buying.&lt;br /&gt; Something that I wouldn't even dream of buying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm waiting for you to arrive..&lt;br /&gt;Counting down the days to next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm waiting for... you.......................!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Sagv1rYoj1I/AAAAAAAABXM/cCoYA8CLaWY/s1600-h/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Sagv1rYoj1I/AAAAAAAABXM/cCoYA8CLaWY/s400/pic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307544760081747794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BlackBerry Curve 8320&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're gonna be my new boyfriend. My soulmate. Cos' you are gonna be with me. We'll walk hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lame I know.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;sue &lt;/span&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeh. Yeh. Some of you are saying shits about it. Like fug I give 2 hoots and care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please come fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will you?&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/5987965354413900633-3326646075917233036?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/3326646075917233036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=3326646075917233036&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/3326646075917233036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/3326646075917233036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/02/yeh.html' title='Yeh..!'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/Sagv1rYoj1I/AAAAAAAABXM/cCoYA8CLaWY/s72-c/pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-4898479552693928359</id><published>2009-02-19T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:59:21.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random-ness</title><content type='html'>*bangs head on wall*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is really fucked up. Hot like ma' fucks. Feels like sitting in an oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, I'm still very much alive and kicking although it has been a few trips down to the doc this couple of weeks. And $$$ has been flying out from my wallet like water. *heaves a heavy sigh* How-la like that........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is work day again! Been on MC for the past 3 days. And I'm not happy about it. 3 days loss of commission. Cannot cannot... Must go work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh... Finally, I've been spending so much time with my girls lately. And i'm appreciating it. Been so long since I seen and chill with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best thing is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SZw5TlC08VI/AAAAAAAABW0/H5e9jAuuSYo/s1600-h/DSCN3345+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SZw5TlC08VI/AAAAAAAABW0/H5e9jAuuSYo/s400/DSCN3345+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304177469659869522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camwhoring has never felt better.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SZw5Tuml8wI/AAAAAAAABWs/EgctPdZy1lM/s1600-h/DSCN3386+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SZw5Tuml8wI/AAAAAAAABWs/EgctPdZy1lM/s400/DSCN3386+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304177472225800962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And when you're with the right group of friends, it means fun fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SZw5TvqTiPI/AAAAAAAABWk/68p_GIAiEn4/s1600-h/DSCN3384+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SZw5TvqTiPI/AAAAAAAABWk/68p_GIAiEn4/s400/DSCN3384+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304177472509806834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And when you're with the group... there will always be more smiles on my face. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And even now taking on singlehood road, there are times of loneliness and much tears... friends do know how to cheer me up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what surprised me was... no one really knew where I was working particularly on Feb 14... getting a bouquet of flowers delivered to me was really special. *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SZw5Gd0xdlI/AAAAAAAABWU/7lgrzw_SuxI/s1600-h/DSCN3389+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SZw5Gd0xdlI/AAAAAAAABWU/7lgrzw_SuxI/s400/DSCN3389+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304177244383573586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not just one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SZw9i1ZLhoI/AAAAAAAABW8/JI_504dI6KQ/s1600-h/DSCN3387+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SZw9i1ZLhoI/AAAAAAAABW8/JI_504dI6KQ/s400/DSCN3387+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304182129793140354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I received 2.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&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/5987965354413900633-4898479552693928359?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/4898479552693928359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=4898479552693928359&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/4898479552693928359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/4898479552693928359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-ness.html' title='Random-ness'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SZw5TlC08VI/AAAAAAAABW0/H5e9jAuuSYo/s72-c/DSCN3345+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-9171387936946859990</id><published>2009-02-04T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T01:20:22.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed-Out Week</title><content type='html'>It has been a never-ending problematic days, weeks, and months. And after all the procrastination on dreading the CNY week, it just hit me.. right in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember one of the pics I uploaded on one of the New Year's post? Me and my blinged-out Nokia phone? That's right. I've been using that phone for years and I simply never had any thought of replacing it. Just about 2 months back when my mobile started pulling tricks on me, I had to send it to the shop for repair and master reset the whole freaking software. I was away from my Nokia for almost 3 weeks. And I'm the kind of person who cannot live without a mobile wherever I go. So yea, when I got it back, I treated my mobile a fancy style-up. I blinged-out the whole entire mobile with swarowski crystal stones. And I simply was so fond of it. Some called it bimbo-tic ala Paris Hilton or "la la mui". Warrafak I care? I fucking love blings! And especially those kinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy until..................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently.... I lost my fucking Nokia.&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-size:130%;"&gt;GREAT..! Absolutely-fuckingly great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes another unnecesary expenditure on getting a new mobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BAH..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/5987965354413900633-9171387936946859990?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/9171387936946859990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=9171387936946859990&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/9171387936946859990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/9171387936946859990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/02/stressed-out-week.html' title='Stressed-Out Week'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-7326592673076053917</id><published>2009-01-12T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:49:18.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Education Fair 2009</title><content type='html'>So yea. The last weekend has been spent working at the Star Education Fair that has been recently held at KL Convention Centre for 2 days. On Friday, a friend of mine who was from Hypertune gave me a call to ask if I was available to work for the event. Then I thought to myself.. what's Hypertune got to do with EDUCATION FAIR..?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then only I found out that TOC (The Otomotif College) has called them to be apart of the event as to promote and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a loooooong time since I last did any event jobs. And honestly, I was a little anxious. Enough of words, lets go for pics. (more pics in my Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SWtiQ_8UUUI/AAAAAAAABT0/H2XDL-H226s/s1600-h/Image064+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SWtiQ_8UUUI/AAAAAAAABT0/H2XDL-H226s/s400/Image064+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290430231458632002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The very-nicely-designed flyers of TOC to be given out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SWtiG9bm9TI/AAAAAAAABTE/Qo_ELc0bAs4/s1600-h/Image053+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SWtiG9bm9TI/AAAAAAAABTE/Qo_ELc0bAs4/s400/Image053+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290430058985878834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Among all the other booth, TOC was a bright white and orange color with fantastic staff and students co-operating by wearing matching white and orange jumpsuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SWtiHrNQ-eI/AAAAAAAABTU/EIa5HDXtVrE/s1600-h/Image056+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SWtiHrNQ-eI/AAAAAAAABTU/EIa5HDXtVrE/s400/Image056+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290430071273748962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Mini Cooper car was on display on the 1st day. They took it out on the 2nd day. But what was really the main attention was the A1 simulator (yes, I forgot to take a pic on that.. heh) which the crowd was lining up to take a drive in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SWtiH75o9WI/AAAAAAAABTk/4iGXtauM0Xg/s1600-h/Image066+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 375px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SWtiH75o9WI/AAAAAAAABTk/4iGXtauM0Xg/s400/Image066+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290430075754837346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SWtiQmGpXRI/AAAAAAAABTs/ZUrQkUJWxEY/s1600-h/Image065+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SWtiQmGpXRI/AAAAAAAABTs/ZUrQkUJWxEY/s400/Image065+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290430224522632466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Working on 2nd day was rather much more relaxing compared to the 1st.&lt;br /&gt;And something caught my eye and I manage to take a pic of THAT without getting caught.&lt;br /&gt;A really typical chinese man wore a clogged slippers and also widely known in malay as "terompah".  With his wife standing by his side, they are really a matching couple wearing identical clogged slippers.&lt;br /&gt; My highlight of the hour. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SWtiH9EvnUI/AAAAAAAABTc/N1nKKmfd9dI/s1600-h/Image058+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SWtiH9EvnUI/AAAAAAAABTc/N1nKKmfd9dI/s400/Image058+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290430076069846338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was out for a smoke and when I was walking back to the booth and I was wondering what was all the commotion about. Yea. TOC's Ambassador, Andrew was there to give out autographs.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew is also widely known as the 1st runner up for the Astro Talent Quest.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get hold of his autograph and took a pic with him.&lt;br /&gt; So eventually I had something to blog on &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SWtiHY66-8I/AAAAAAAABTM/SWzYtxj9Wos/s1600-h/Image055+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SWtiHY66-8I/AAAAAAAABTM/SWzYtxj9Wos/s400/Image055+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290430066364971970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is.. ME..! and Li Ling on the right. Coincidently she's my friend's younger sis.! How small can the world get. She's superb. We practically clicked on the first hour of meeting each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, much love from the both of us and thanks to TOC for having us there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;See you next EDU FAIR..!&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/5987965354413900633-7326592673076053917?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/7326592673076053917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=7326592673076053917&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/7326592673076053917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/7326592673076053917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/01/star-education-fair-2009.html' title='Star Education Fair 2009'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SWtiQ_8UUUI/AAAAAAAABT0/H2XDL-H226s/s72-c/Image064+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-8112559584325711824</id><published>2009-01-08T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:24:26.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom Work Day</title><content type='html'>After the yuletide Christmas and jolly New Years has passed, it has been a very quiet week at work. I'm very much anticipating the CNY crowd as most of the appointments are taken up one by one. The past 2 days has been extremely quiet so my colleague, Ee Ling has offered to paint my toenails and pamper me up abit. We were so bored, seriously, things we do in the shop is exceptional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part of working in a "beauty salon" is that I can get my manicure and pedicure done whenever I want and for fucking no charges. Obviously. Most of you now know that I'm currently working as a manicurist at The Gardens, MidValley. So.. benefits? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SWYJedK-CwI/AAAAAAAABSs/HyLGdKfXOtU/s1600-h/Image033+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SWYJedK-CwI/AAAAAAAABSs/HyLGdKfXOtU/s400/Image033+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288925231224589058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ee Ling offered to paint my toenails and I chose this. Gold base color with tiger-like black stripes and lots of gold glitter. Really. It looks better real life than in the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bring my cam so my Nokia has been taking all this lousy-ass pics. Do no justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SWYJeNUdJcI/AAAAAAAABSk/GMgqQ7YoKMs/s1600-h/Image035+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SWYJeNUdJcI/AAAAAAAABSk/GMgqQ7YoKMs/s400/Image035+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288925226969408962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SWYJdt74RwI/AAAAAAAABSc/EyO5BgW-FVs/s1600-h/Image036+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SWYJdt74RwI/AAAAAAAABSc/EyO5BgW-FVs/s400/Image036+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288925218544830210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After painting my toenails, I let it dry a little and went and get my leg WAXED! The pain is... bearable. I did bikini waxing as well.. but sorry, my ugly tummy ain't not gonna be shown in here. xD Now I have silky smooth legs and bikini line. Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SWYJe-FRFoI/AAAAAAAABS0/YO5b-fIuGoA/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SWYJe-FRFoI/AAAAAAAABS0/YO5b-fIuGoA/s400/Image017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288925240059041410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is taken from the entrance. Yeh. This is where I work. Nice? Massage chairs and jacuzzi foot bath.&lt;br /&gt;What more can a girl ask for.. a nice pampering session. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SWYJfMuJ0JI/AAAAAAAABS8/r3w-kxNKfC0/s1600-h/Image021+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SWYJfMuJ0JI/AAAAAAAABS8/r3w-kxNKfC0/s400/Image021+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288925243988627602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last but not least. In the back room where we sit/sleep/eat/talk cock/sing song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look dam fucking nerdy with my glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo&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/5987965354413900633-8112559584325711824?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/8112559584325711824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=8112559584325711824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/8112559584325711824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/8112559584325711824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/01/boredom-work-day.html' title='Boredom Work Day'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SWYJedK-CwI/AAAAAAAABSs/HyLGdKfXOtU/s72-c/Image033+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5987965354413900633.post-3640869051053465363</id><published>2009-01-05T10:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T11:09:56.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission : Accomplished!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mission : My baby girl's first day of kindy school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;ACCOMPLISHED.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was as usual being paranoid and all. And was simply wondering to myself if she's gonna stick and clinged to me for dear life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer is.. No. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SWF2GlCLukI/AAAAAAAABSM/KasAoHsdyRA/s1600-h/Image026+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 375px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SWF2GlCLukI/AAAAAAAABSM/KasAoHsdyRA/s400/Image026+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287637292902234690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was alright at first when we got there till SOME KID decided to play the notorious. Yelling, kicking and screaming. Literally smacking the teachers face. xD I found it hilarious tho. Mainly caused the teacher was struggling and the kid had simply drained her from all form of energy. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl got a bit frightened. All I can say is, I'm really proud of her. She maintain cool only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the school bell rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SWF2G16e_KI/AAAAAAAABSU/X_KMl4zs-mU/s1600-h/Image023+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SWF2G16e_KI/AAAAAAAABSU/X_KMl4zs-mU/s400/Image023+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287637297433345186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Assembly time! While she was lining up with the other kids according to their age, I started to laugh to myself. Gosh. She doesn't look like a 5 years old. Even the 4 years old kid are taller than her! LOL. Mini sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering what she was doing. Full concentration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting till she comes back. Hell lots of story to be heard later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a PROUD MUMMY.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--CHECKLIST--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strike&gt;labor pains&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strike&gt;odd hours of sleep&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strike&gt;nappy changing&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strike&gt;shopping woes&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strike&gt;eating dilemma&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strike&gt;late night hours&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strike&gt;scrape knees/cuts/bruises&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strike&gt;punishment/timeouts&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strike&gt;notorious tantrums on the floor&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strike&gt;first day of school&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. homeworks&lt;br /&gt;12. sports day&lt;br /&gt;13. parent-teacher day&lt;br /&gt;14. graduation day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the list keeps going on and on and on....~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5987965354413900633-3640869051053465363?l=jenai1986.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/feeds/3640869051053465363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5987965354413900633&amp;postID=3640869051053465363&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/3640869051053465363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5987965354413900633/posts/default/3640869051053465363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/2009/01/mission-accomplished.html' title='Mission : Accomplished!'/><author><name>the name is jen ai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10273968187129650059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SlCrO1E7wcI/AAAAAAAABd8/2LHzJ0W8ilQ/S220/n680651261_1925644_8774.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9K8qFUyJgs/SWF2GlCLukI/AAAAAAAABSM/KasAoHsdyRA/s72-c/Image026+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
