<?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-28930120</id><updated>2012-01-25T12:59:33.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*~my journey~*</title><subtitle type='html'>life is colourful when you look on the bright side =)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>153</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-6270110350606611388</id><published>2011-08-14T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T01:56:35.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one of the times I find it difficult..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...to live in this world...&lt;br /&gt;yet not live with the world....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-6270110350606611388?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/6270110350606611388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=6270110350606611388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/6270110350606611388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/6270110350606611388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-of-times-i-find-it-difficult.html' title='one of the times I find it difficult..'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-5742059279788780713</id><published>2011-06-05T23:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T00:13:14.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OWC</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm talking about the infamous Obedient Wives Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously would never think I would read such nonsense on the local news but it happened.. In fact, I thought I misread it and actually read it again a 2nd time only to confirm my fear, that there are really stupid people out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes from the news which I could not believe my eyes when i read them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. “Domestic abuse happens because wives don’t obey their husband"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really sympathize with abused women with this statement, can't even imagine how it feels like being abused/beaten up by violent husbands who probably have such inferiority that the only way they can feel more 'manly' is to show it that way to women. Imagine going through all the abuse and one day someone tells you it's all your fault that you're being abused. "Sorry la you're not obedient to your hubby that's why you get beaten up like these, it's all your own doing!" Some of the husbands are alcoholics as well I'm sure so I don't think they're even aware if their wives are being 'disobedient' -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can just tell the so-called 'club' one thing it will be this:&lt;br /&gt;Husbands who abuse their wives have small dicks and most probably they're failures in life as well since they are so insecure and inferior to everything that the only way they can feel better and more macho is by drinking and abusing their wives. What do they expect the 'obedient wives' to do? Keep smiling and agreeing with being abused? "Yes, punch me more please, in my stomach and maybe face too cause I'm so obedient"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sex lessons to help wives “serve their husbands better than a  first-class prostitute” will be among the classes provided by the  Obedient Wives Club (OWC) to help promote harmonious marriages and  counter social ills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did they just compare wives with prostitutes?????&lt;br /&gt;Helo, if you want to be compared to prostitutes by all means go ahead but please don't generalize and think we all like to be compared that way ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Husband who was kept happy in the bedroom would have no reason to stray, seek out prostitutes or indulge in other social vices."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for giving the greenlight to husbands to cheat more with this statement. Wouldn't be surprised if their husbands are delighted with this statement since now they've a 'valid' reason to cheat! In fact it is a damn good reason cause it is now not their fault at all for cheating, it's all because of their lousy-in-bed wives you know. I can almost hear all the cheaters applauding as whatever guilt they had previously for cheating have been justified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While nations everywhere are working towards creating a more modern-ized and liberal world by enforcing women's rights everywhere, I can't believe that our own gender would actually try to sabotage it. By relating women as prostitutes and blaming us for guys being violent, might as well they just blame rape victims straight for being raped because what they're saying is really not much of a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really hope the club will be banished soon as it creates such embarrassing news for our country.. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways enough ranting cause it's a new week ahead =)&lt;br /&gt;Short update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was told that I'm too 'nicey' a person by a friend of mine and let some people step over me, think I took the advice a lil too seriously so I tried to be more upfront and blatant for awhile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and I think I upset someone &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back to my nicey self cause I just feel very bad every time I upset people (well unless they evidently deserve it that is..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's almost half a year and my birthday is approachinggg.. *subtle &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HINT&lt;/span&gt;* =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-5742059279788780713?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/5742059279788780713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=5742059279788780713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/5742059279788780713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/5742059279788780713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2011/06/owc.html' title='OWC'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-9178504840137064849</id><published>2011-04-17T01:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T18:32:20.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love it when it drizzles..</title><content type='html'>It's 2am right now and I'm still awake, waiting for my hair to dry-up and drinking tea cause I feel my tummy rumbling..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (one thing I like bout tea/coffee is it works well as a laxative for me.. anyways not like anyone's interested in this info so.....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated on my 'happening' life since January so here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've finally stopped emoing about being away from home and started getting used to staying in a land far far away (yess klang is a remote place for mee).. Helps to have a supportive bf and also wonderful colleagues who made sure you don't feel oh-so-lonely whenever work finishes and you go back to an empty house cause the rest of your roommates seem more happening than you.. Also helps to be close to at least one of your roommate who's also your colleague cause you're both on the same boat and there will be a natural underlying bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a month of lurvee and also time again when I'm just grateful to have a wonderful + loving bf who managed to render me speechless for valentine's.. No details cause me is private person.. huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IwYQPHhI5a8/TanfluOGHzI/AAAAAAAAA34/R24J4KvgvWI/s1600/P150211_01.17e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IwYQPHhI5a8/TanfluOGHzI/AAAAAAAAA34/R24J4KvgvWI/s320/P150211_01.17e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596249851139858226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks dear for giving me the bestest valentine's day ever =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is also the month when I started driving on my own to work.. Made me really stressed cause for a while I was almost convinced that I am one of the worst drivers in the planet.. Improved a whole lot since then though I still get nervy when parking.. To me I think the only time when my driving is certified 'ok' is when my passengers actually fall asleep.. though I don't think that's feasible cause most of the time my mouth can't stop moving whenever someone else's in the car with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Finally got confirmed at the end of this month.. Feel like a full-fledged young adult in the working world.. Then yet again the thought of the never-ending piling-on responsibilities of adults crept into my mind and I found that my mindset of certain things have changed.. While weddings usually delight me a whole lot in the past, now it just makes me wonder..... don't even talk bout the future yet but how much does a wedding day costs on its own?.. Can we get used to living with a person when you've your own space/privacy all your life?.. Kids... ultimate responsibility.. it's not a 24hour kinda responsibility but it's for the rest of your life kinda responsibility..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HahA.. I know I thought of too much nonsense.. but hey, there's always the brighter side of things and it really boils down to how you want to view situations or changes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll know it's all worth it when you exchange vows with the person you love on your wedding day.. That itself is priceless.. and who says you can't have your own space still when living together?.. The responsibility of having kids may seem a lil scary at the beginning but when they really arrive, the joy they come with erases any fear you may have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(heard this from someone experienced okay so certified true one)&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thanks for hearing my rambles.. it's time to zzz for me since my cuppa tea has just finished..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending with current happening saying in my office which I thought was rather true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Take some time to smell the flowers"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we all laugh whenever we hear that saying from anyone in the office, I think it's really relevent.. With time passing like a bullet train these days, we ought to take some time to enjoy the simple pleasures in life, be it the flowers at the side of the road, the smell of coffee in the morning, the beautiful weather of the day......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop and smell the flowers... Funny, yet very relevant... =)&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/28930120-9178504840137064849?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/9178504840137064849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=9178504840137064849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/9178504840137064849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/9178504840137064849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-it-when-it-drizzles.html' title='i love it when it drizzles..'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IwYQPHhI5a8/TanfluOGHzI/AAAAAAAAA34/R24J4KvgvWI/s72-c/P150211_01.17e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-8649306935262773296</id><published>2011-01-18T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T23:12:10.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>constants..</title><content type='html'>I'm the kind of person who leans toward constants..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the certain way my room always look.. I usually put my stuffs at certain areas and therefore I rarely lose my things.. (If you think I'm a neat freak you may want to think again cause I'm a rather messy person &gt;.&lt;) I just know exactly where I would put my things cause I almost always put them at the same place.. So yea, though my room/desk may be super cluttered at times, I know exactly where everything is.. Lol..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like people who are constant too.. Prefer them predictable than having some super complex character that I can't read.. So yea, I actually think that I would favor someone who blasts out their feelings/anger than someone who keeps them all in.. The latter scares me a whole lot..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that I'm not exactly the world's most tactful person as well, though I would like to think that I'm ok with articulating myself.. Maybe being insensitive plays a part as well.. an offensive passing statement, a supposedly insulting comment directed to me and I would not even realize it.. sigh..  So if I have offended anyone (defo unintentionally ok?).. do tell me straight as I may be happily skipping away without knowing that I just made someone miserable/angry.. even worse, I may be laughing at whatever that just happened &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing well now I should say.. Settling down with my new place/work.. In fact I'm thankful with my job as I dig the challenge it comes with.. Just hope I'm able to cope with whatever that's going to come in the future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY's coming yo =) Can't wait for it as I really feel that I need a break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for once, I want to wake up at 2pm, and have lunch at 4pm.. Without any worries, without any important thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now...&lt;br /&gt;Want to know what's funny about constants of our life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TTWtMNUIf0I/AAAAAAAAA3s/HLO1KQnv1fs/s1600/constant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TTWtMNUIf0I/AAAAAAAAA3s/HLO1KQnv1fs/s320/constant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563543339930255170" 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/28930120-8649306935262773296?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/8649306935262773296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=8649306935262773296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/8649306935262773296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/8649306935262773296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2011/01/constants.html' title='constants..'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TTWtMNUIf0I/AAAAAAAAA3s/HLO1KQnv1fs/s72-c/constant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-2902292074527587731</id><published>2010-12-24T00:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T00:00:03.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey you!</title><content type='html'>I remember years ago when it was after A Levels and we were both  bumming around.. wondering where we’re gonna head next.. Remember how I  used to bug you to go to the playground outside your place &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and I still  do that sometimes, hahah!)&lt;/span&gt;.. just so that I can sit on the swing..  Remember how we used to hang out the whole friggin day not doing much,  and our convos would still be endless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TRC1GEaIwkI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/X0gIiMyoWFg/s1600/0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TRC1GEaIwkI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/X0gIiMyoWFg/s400/0052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553137456415031874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha! Bet you didn't know this pic existed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; thnks for making me look taller than I am -.-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember thinking that you were a great buddy I wouldn’t want to lose ever =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would’ve guessed half a decade of years later here we are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TRC14R3mCxI/AAAAAAAAA3g/hTkbscLMYDY/s1600/joycewedding2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TRC14R3mCxI/AAAAAAAAA3g/hTkbscLMYDY/s400/joycewedding2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553138319021706002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad you kept in touch with lousy friends like me.. Thanks for your  patience, kindness, for the countless times you lent an ear  attentively.. for putting up with my nonsenses, for not strangling me  even when you want to..&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and for always being someone I can count on and just share about anything at all with.. cause you're just that comfy to be with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;May the new year be one that’s joyful &amp;amp; fruitful for you..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I love you dear =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-2902292074527587731?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/2902292074527587731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=2902292074527587731&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/2902292074527587731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/2902292074527587731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2010/12/hey-you.html' title='hey you!'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TRC1GEaIwkI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/X0gIiMyoWFg/s72-c/0052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-1574889673077627572</id><published>2010-12-19T23:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T00:15:35.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of working life &amp; more..</title><content type='html'>Wasn't feeling the Christmasy mood this year.. till recently that is.. and after hearing carols on the radio and some Christmas songs + attending 2 Christmas parties this weekend, Christmasy mood defo is creeping in ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really one of my fav seasons of the year, besides the fact that it signifies a much bigger meaning than just a festive season.. Somehow the days leading to Christmas give me a warm fuzzy feeling.. and yeap, this year it'll be special too, a new start to something =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I still have 3 working days till I get a break for once since I started..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I really miss bout my studying life.. (defo not studying for sure!).. is the ample free time I had.. serious.. Now '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;free time&lt;/span&gt;' just seems like a foreign expression to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that time moves bout 3 times quicker when you start working.. Everday you start of in the morning and before you know it it's already 6pm and it's time to go home.. and in a blink of an eye it's the next morning again.. and it's repetitive!.. till you feel as though you're on auto-pilot mode..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gasp &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do start treasuring simple pleasures of life though.. like the water heater when I'm back at home, my queen sized bed that I can roll around on, my really cooling &amp;amp; comfy room.. Abundance of snacks and proper meals.. Unlimited broadband.. and the most of all.. SLEEP!.. and lazing bout the day.. Bliss max...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally!.. On sat I was lazing round on my bed, napping.. and waking up to catch up with some series.. and I really feel like a heavy burden's lifted off me.. and that I'm the most care-free person on earth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah.. and I'm not even exaggerating btw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the new year is coming!.. Why do the holidays this year fall on sats I don't know.. The gov should really consider giving us a replacement holiday on Fri!.. It's just so unfair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Christmas/New Year is only once a year yo!&lt;br /&gt;So make sure you celebrate the day to the fullest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TQ4qvMV5vzI/AAAAAAAAA3A/rsv8fLHjqAI/s1600/cmas.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TQ4qvMV5vzI/AAAAAAAAA3A/rsv8fLHjqAI/s320/cmas.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552422380849708850" 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/28930120-1574889673077627572?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/1574889673077627572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=1574889673077627572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/1574889673077627572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/1574889673077627572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2010/12/of-working-life-more.html' title='of working life &amp; more..'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TQ4qvMV5vzI/AAAAAAAAA3A/rsv8fLHjqAI/s72-c/cmas.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-8450049226959384955</id><published>2010-12-04T19:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T00:25:37.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just sometimes...</title><content type='html'>I feel a lil misunderstood.. Misjudged..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like there is one too many episodes as this happening to me lately.. At times I just feel so tired, feel like just letting them think what they want to.. See me as how they do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure I wouldn't hesitate to clarify things if given a chance to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know, as long as I know I'm on the right track with the right mind doing the right thing, screw people happily judging others without looking at themselves first -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TPooOLaoIVI/AAAAAAAAA2w/qH7cgUQrBXY/s1600/rabbitkitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TPooOLaoIVI/AAAAAAAAA2w/qH7cgUQrBXY/s320/rabbitkitty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546790115107938642" 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/28930120-8450049226959384955?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/8450049226959384955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=8450049226959384955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/8450049226959384955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/8450049226959384955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-sometimes.html' title='Just sometimes...'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TPooOLaoIVI/AAAAAAAAA2w/qH7cgUQrBXY/s72-c/rabbitkitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-6379037456219346921</id><published>2010-11-07T16:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T18:30:02.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and it's nov!</title><content type='html'>How was your deepavali?.. Totally enjoyed yourself?.. Went on a hols perhaps or catch up with some pending errands?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me I got sick.. not to mention I injured my feet earlier on in the week so I had restricted old-lady movements.. Sounds super pitiful right my first public holiday after I officially start work and all these incidences happened.. Well nevertheless I did enjoy my hols thnks to the wonderful bf..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine now btw.. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna blog bout my work but then I've heard of stories where   people  got fired cause of their online social networks in which  obviously  they  stated something wrong/inappropriate bout the company..  (or their   bosses) &gt;.&lt; Well I've been quite careful bout this  and don't think   I've anything to hide in the first place.. Imagine how  amused I felt   when I asked 2 colleagues for their facebook acc and  they immediately   showed me the awkward/slight panicky face while  saying that in fact they   don't add people from the same company..  huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I do   understand their point of view, gonna make a  lil privacy changes in my   online networks.. and start deleting some  ppl on my facebook account..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's   really interesting how people  can get fired by stuffs they post  online,  will blog bout that some  time soon cause I'm running noowww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's coming Christmas and I'm uber excited =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across this quote I found really inspiring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I can't do all the good the world needs, but the world needs all the good I can do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So   whenever you feel like any small good/nice deeds you do that don't   matter or amount to much, well it actually does cause the world needs   them =)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-6379037456219346921?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/6379037456219346921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=6379037456219346921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/6379037456219346921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/6379037456219346921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-its-nov.html' title='and it&apos;s nov!'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-3624108459127616364</id><published>2010-10-23T18:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T19:14:10.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work and all that..</title><content type='html'>Started my first official job this week.. If you do not know by now I'm working as an R&amp;D chemist in a palm oil processing company.. Sounds challenging? Hell yeah it is actually &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first week in I feel like I know nuts about everything.. It doesn't help that thanks to my short-termed memory, I can't really recall what I've learnt in one of my subjects which has a lot of crucial knowledge regarding my job scope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, I'm a lil apprehensive.. though honestly I'm loving the challenge of the job and the fact that it requires loads of analytical skills keeps me interested for sure.. I would very much prefer a job like this than a routine one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides liking what I see in my first week in...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every other stuffs just suck.. seriously =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate shifting away from home.. Hate being immobile.. Hate my stupid area which seems to have like &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt; coverage from every broadband there is in the country.. Hate the stuffy and humid, not to mention oven-like room I'm currently staying in.. Hate thinking what miserable dinner I'm gonna have everyday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can slowly improve things here and there and it's silly for me to complain so much... Sigh, oh well maybe I'm just a spoilt brat my entire life without realising it lar.. For some reason it doesn't feel as bad when I shifted out during my uni days than it is now......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One really good thing bout work is that it takes up so much of time + energy that I'm all drained at the end of the day, so the fact that I've literally no life after work time doesn't bother me that much.. Hope things would improve sooner than later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having you at hand mostly =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really cute video of a lil girl lip-synching to the banana phone song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="400" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JeRiAruQMbM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JeRiAruQMbM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-3624108459127616364?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/3624108459127616364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=3624108459127616364&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/3624108459127616364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/3624108459127616364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2010/10/work-and-all-that.html' title='work and all that..'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-7787545012260039673</id><published>2010-10-11T02:18:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T03:10:07.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm updating again ^.^</title><content type='html'>Just gimme a moment to feel proud of myself for being quite consistent in updating my blog these few weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies happenings in the past week..&lt;br /&gt;1. I got hired&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm shifting to klang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm only shifting next week.. Which kinda stresses me a lil being away from home and all, but hey no pain no gain right?.. Cause I got a feeling I would really like this new job of mine.. Though it'll be challenging, I bet I'd get to learn a whole lot of stuffs so I'm just gonna maintain this positive mindset of mine and make sure nothing hinders me from kicking off my career right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I'm feelin rather down at the moment.. Long story lar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust to me is one of the most important aspect in any sort of relationship.. I believe it's the foundation that holds the bond between 2 person.. What if you wronged a friend or a partner?.. We can't expect to be perfect all the time, surely I've made my own mistakes from time to time.. So if incidences where you've wronged a person or did something that can question your trustworthiness, what's the best action to take?.. Tell it straight seriously to that friend.. I believe it's always better hearing it straight from someone who wronged you rather than finding out on your own.. The latter would cause you to lose more trust in that person and sometimes it may take a whole load of time to build up that amount of trust again.. And at times some people would find that it's impossible to establish that trust again and there goes the friendship lar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea.. I absolutely hate it when someone lies to me or did something behind my back and I find out about it.. Personally I would do my best to not wrong anyone cause I can't really carry that guilt around with me.. But as I mentioned earlier I'm far from perfect too and I'm still learning to be better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts ok..&lt;br /&gt;the feeling is just inevitable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another week yo.. I got a wholeee load of stuffs to get and things to settle before next week when I start working ^.^ wheee.. I hope all goes wellll..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending with farnee pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TLIN-3wIEnI/AAAAAAAAA2o/iRKDouL0Nds/s1600/funnykid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TLIN-3wIEnI/AAAAAAAAA2o/iRKDouL0Nds/s400/funnykid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526495066505876082" 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/28930120-7787545012260039673?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/7787545012260039673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=7787545012260039673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/7787545012260039673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/7787545012260039673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-updating-again.html' title='I&apos;m updating again ^.^'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TLIN-3wIEnI/AAAAAAAAA2o/iRKDouL0Nds/s72-c/funnykid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-7093214928218950460</id><published>2010-10-04T02:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T16:12:22.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liking my new blog skin!</title><content type='html'>Doesn't my new blog skin just look so the cheerful ^.^ It's like I'm lightened up already just looking at it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, this also shows how much free time I have re-decorating my blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm trying to update my blog at least once every week now, do stay tuned ok?.. Wanna really revive my blog and start writing again even if the posts are mostly bout my boring life and thoughts.. Hopefully when I start working my blogging enthusiasm won't die down parallel with my life &gt;.&lt; Oh gawsh just the thought of it scares me.. Where resting time after work is a privilege, and the thing you would most probably prefer doing during weekends is sleep the days away!.. For me at least..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't exactly know what God has in store for me though.. I definitely don't wanna just end up anywhere with just any job which pays me.. Wanna grow, wanna progress, want a career! thank you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually feeling rather elated right now ^.^.. Someone complimented me and I love it when the compliment just comes unexpectedly and not of obligation.. Just simple genuine compliments trump those that you know are mostly insincere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the topic of the day is... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIMBO&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the ridiculous stereotypes or cliches the word connotes.. Actually I'm just so fed up of people targeting women when there seem to be a new breed of Himbos around.. Sure people like Paris Hilton or Jessica Simpson are not doing girls any more favour in discarding this sexist label.. But what about bimbo guys huh?.. Why isn't the Himbo word popularly used as well.. Girls who camwhore, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bimbo&lt;/span&gt;.. Wear too much make up.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bimbo&lt;/span&gt;.. Watches those teensy series.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bimbo&lt;/span&gt;.. Accidently blurt out something not-too-clever.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bimboo&lt;/span&gt;.. Groans..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I'm just gonna talk bout the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;himbos&lt;/span&gt; for once.. Surprisingly I do have himbos on my facebook list.. Why do I have them in the first place? Because I know them, duh.. I don't simply add people I don't know, what more himbos.. Was amused that some of them even camwhore more inappropriately than girls.. Ya know, at least most girls keep their clothes on themselves when camwhoring.. With shoutouts mostly on girls, so called witty comments or quotes they copied from the net and offensive sexist remarks.. What's the point of having a good degree when all you have is just knowledge on the course you undertook and all the other stuffs in your brain are just plain rubbish??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really man.. and stop portraying that your life's all happening with all the parties and booze and girls cause really it just makes you look more LOA than you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm jus mostly annoyed by shoutouts on my facebook feed by stupid guys who objectify girls.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.. It's october already yo.. Can't wait till the end of the year =) More occasions to celebrate.. teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week everyone!.. Btw if you're my guy friend please don't terasa ok because I defo didn't mean any of you cause if you're like how I described above I won't even bother talking to you yeaaa ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-7093214928218950460?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/7093214928218950460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=7093214928218950460&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/7093214928218950460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/7093214928218950460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2010/10/liking-my-new-blog-skin.html' title='Liking my new blog skin!'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-3808407938020993395</id><published>2010-09-27T01:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T05:38:32.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soooo..</title><content type='html'>I was emoing max the past week and lo and behold yes it's pms again -.- Why does it always affect me that badly I've no idea.. Maybe boredom also played a role..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from tomorrow onwards I'm gonna fill my day with useful activities.. such as brushing up my piano skills.. or more like exercising my rusty fingers.. and reading again!.. I've so many books my dear sis lent me ^.^ and redecorating/cleaning up my room.. Actually there are so many stuffs I gotta do that I didn't realise before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like losing weight!.. I know prob almost all of you would say that I'm not fat.. but hey I'm far from fit too!.. Not to mention all the yummy food I've been consuming these days.. and maybe this is an opportunity for me to be really committed in exercising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that I'm being quite a good daughter these days.. When I'm usually all grumpy if I'm woken up in the morning, now I can be woken up 3-4 times and my emotions are still rather controlled.. You see I'm the so called IT expert in my house -.- busy busy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray told me recently that I think too much bout loads of stuffs and I should be filtering stuffs that would do me no good or affect my optimism or happy mood.. Didn't realise that before but I do think too much nonsense -.- Was relating to him of how I heard of someone who got into an accident.. and instead of meeting good citizens who would send him to the hospital, he got robbed.. As a result the dude died &gt;.&lt; when a life could have been saved.. Society can be really disappointing sometimes.. Anyway was telling ray of how the last thing the dude saw before his death was people robbing him when he was hoping for assistance and I got a lil emo-ed narrating my point of view of the situation -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway agreeing with ray, some things are not worth thinking when it's not exactly edifying in any way.. So yes, more thinking of useful, constructive stuffs and less negative stuffs from now on ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realised  that despite being sensible (or choose to be) most of the time, I do make really bodoh mistakes.. For example when I'm so sure that I'm quite an ok judge of character I was totally blinded by someone's appearance -.- Sometimes someone who appears to be all nicey to everyone doesn't mean he or she would be the same to you.. Bottomline, a true friend would not make you cry (often) or make you uncomfy.. and taking advantage of your trust is a clear no-no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.. Yeay my blog seems a lil more alive =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending my post with this video I somehow find extremely hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K5Cz11qhmUc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K5Cz11qhmUc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crazy pandaaaa!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-3808407938020993395?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/3808407938020993395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=3808407938020993395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/3808407938020993395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/3808407938020993395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2010/09/soooo.html' title='soooo..'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-5586079713343953157</id><published>2010-09-25T03:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T04:38:41.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that white picket fence..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TJz9vXFwszI/AAAAAAAAAus/D5XyRb-jmDI/s1600/wpicket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TJz9vXFwszI/AAAAAAAAAus/D5XyRb-jmDI/s320/wpicket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520566233343243058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that ideal peaceful, serene life ppl seek.. A nice family, beautiful home, a nice doggie, 2 cars perhaps.. and of course that&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; white picket fence &lt;/span&gt;outside.. Suburban areas overseas that is.. Here you'll just get robbed within a week or so.. Wait.. make that robbed tWice within a week or so.. Here you've to install alarms, padlock your doors, grills whatever there are to keep 'em robbers away.. LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm getting old.. but this white picket fence life just doesn't seem to suffice any longer.. where craving for simplicity appear selfish, and contentment sounds foreign all of a sudden..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I've been bumming round for like 3 weeks or so.. Can't wait to get a job so I'll have less free time to think nonsense cause I think I'll feel more at ease being stressed out and all.. LoL.. yes yes I know I should be having the time of my life and enjoying myself right now cause this opportunity to bum round won't ever come again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know sometimes the reality of the nonsense scares me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the white picket fence, I want a swing outside too btw.. So for days like these I'll go swinging all my worries away.. Haha, yea I have that fantasy home of mine which obviously won't ever come true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't we all love to dream just sometimes? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-5586079713343953157?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/5586079713343953157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=5586079713343953157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/5586079713343953157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/5586079713343953157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2010/09/that-white-picket-fence.html' title='that white picket fence..'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TJz9vXFwszI/AAAAAAAAAus/D5XyRb-jmDI/s72-c/wpicket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-457578348669901524</id><published>2010-08-20T02:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T13:30:28.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloop bloop!</title><content type='html'>Title indicates what's in my mind right now.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Goldfish&lt;/span&gt;!.. I know, I'm random like that ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I know super random facts.. From the chemical compounds of fart (!!) to the different spots of the rather similar big cat species (e.g. leopard, cheetah, jaguar).. Well I'm an animal planet freak ever since I was young so prob it's justified that I know pretty much stuffs bout animals.. and yea my fav animals in the world are the big cats and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; cute&lt;/span&gt; sea creatures!.. Note&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; cute&lt;/span&gt; please.. Cause I defo don't mean this ugly lookin thing...&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/_9T7W1tyajvY/TG2PpAFgn9I/AAAAAAAAAt0/evcGw38VjHw/s1600/angler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TG2PpAFgn9I/AAAAAAAAAt0/evcGw38VjHw/s320/angler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507215853904502738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ugly looking angler fish..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I do find deep sea creatures amusing.. It's like I've a love-hate relationship with them.. hehe.. Cause they're kinda fascinating though most of them are pretty odd/ugly-looking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TG2Rxg3ukmI/AAAAAAAAAt8/Z6SWr03I7Us/s1600/frilled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TG2Rxg3ukmI/AAAAAAAAAt8/Z6SWr03I7Us/s320/frilled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507218199167275618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Frilled Shark&lt;br /&gt;Some jap fisherman caught it on shallow waters recently.. Gawsh, just imagine having a nice swim in the ocean when you see this thing swimming past.... eeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TG2TNKFe1XI/AAAAAAAAAuE/bH3ahnZGZGA/s1600/jumbo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TG2TNKFe1XI/AAAAAAAAAuE/bH3ahnZGZGA/s320/jumbo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507219773598913906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dumbo Octopus&lt;br /&gt;Yes its name iS Dumbo Octopus -.- You know its ears actually help with its movements by flapping them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TG2U0yAs1GI/AAAAAAAAAuM/mx82zDVNrqc/s1600/blobfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TG2U0yAs1GI/AAAAAAAAAuM/mx82zDVNrqc/s320/blobfish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507221553842803810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blobfish&lt;br /&gt;That's just the fella's face yea, it has a normal fish-looking body..&lt;br /&gt;Still... Odd looking yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TG2VrqJo0VI/AAAAAAAAAuU/c5QDcVXGnh0/s1600/neon-jellyfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TG2VrqJo0VI/AAAAAAAAAuU/c5QDcVXGnh0/s320/neon-jellyfish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507222496625611090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unnamed species&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh.. poor fella has no name yet.. but I thought this jellyfish is kinda pretty with all those neon lights.. The neon lights are constantly moving its hypnotising just looking at it.. so pwetty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TG2ZvLMCrFI/AAAAAAAAAuc/U_U3dPhVmTI/s1600/goblin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TG2ZvLMCrFI/AAAAAAAAAuc/U_U3dPhVmTI/s320/goblin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507226955080182866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Goblin Shark&lt;br /&gt;Yea you sure live up to your ugly name dude &gt;.&lt;  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now cause I'm not supposed to be bumming around just yet =( Still got stuffs I've yet to settle.. Anyway aren't them deep sea creatures interesting?? Or am I just geeky.. heheh.. Do you know I used to sneak downstairs late at night when I was a kid just to catch animal documentaries.. geeky much lar..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-457578348669901524?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/457578348669901524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=457578348669901524&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/457578348669901524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/457578348669901524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2010/08/bloop-bloop.html' title='bloop bloop!'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TG2PpAFgn9I/AAAAAAAAAt0/evcGw38VjHw/s72-c/angler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-601912720233291821</id><published>2010-08-06T03:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T03:54:14.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So....</title><content type='html'>It's 3 am and I'm still awake.. doing.... work lah =( and feeling rather lousy cause apparently I put my life/others' lives in danger today... sobS.. was driving.. maybe my driving skills is just lousy I don't know.. groans, gotta practice more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm taking time out from my work + emoness to do this tag I found in one of the notes I was tagged on facebook by ms. anney... Boo, I could really use some housemates right now la, miss you 3 girls so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called 50 FIRST REACTIONS... type what comes to your mind FIRST  whenever you hear these 50 words. Don't think and don't go back and  change. Doesn't matter how random just type it! Re-post it for all of  your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Beer: carlsberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Food: ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Relationships: ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Crush: lemons? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Power Rangers: pink power ranger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Life: longlife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The President: obama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Yummy: sweets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Car: toyota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Movie: inception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Halloween: scary pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Religion: Christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Hate: flies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Fear: bees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Marriage: commitment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Blondes: stupid.. aiyoh sorry blondies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Slippers: comfy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Shoes: heels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Past time: sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. One night stand: bodoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. My cell phone: nice &amp;amp; pwetty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Smoke: smelly lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Fantasy: million dollars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. College: Taylor's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. High school life: quick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Pajamas: cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Stars: pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Center: gravity.. LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Alcohol: wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. The word LOVE: important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Friends: supposed 2 meet some of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Money: essential&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Heartache: depression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Time: limited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Divorce: unfortunate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Dogs: akashaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Undies: underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Parents: mum &amp;amp; dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Babies: cute max&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Ex : ex-bf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Song : 21 guns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Colours: pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Weddings: bells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Pizza: cheezee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Hangout: pyramid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Rest : room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Goal: job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Inspiration: everyday..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-601912720233291821?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/601912720233291821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=601912720233291821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/601912720233291821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/601912720233291821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2010/08/so.html' title='So....'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-881485073250038031</id><published>2010-06-18T09:59:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T09:53:31.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scariest dream ever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TBrUVhelXSI/AAAAAAAAAtc/g-3sDdiSdfQ/s1600/scary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TBrUVhelXSI/AAAAAAAAAtc/g-3sDdiSdfQ/s320/scary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483928962505989410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conjunction of '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt;' to update my blog every few weeks, I shall relate my&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; scariest&lt;/span&gt; dream ever which occurred just recently..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No it didn't involve snatch thieves, robbers, or being chased endlessly by bad ppl, or even psycho killers!.. Nor monsters, though I've never dreamed of those scary creatures, guess I'm quite a realist even in my dreams ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is different.. an endless series of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;deja vu&lt;/span&gt; where I 'woke up' as many as 10 times I think though I was not exactly awake.. What do I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my favourite sleeping position is facing upwards with my lights totally switched off.. The last thing I would see each time before I fall asleep is my spinning fan and dark ceiling.. On that eerie night I remembered having a bad dream and woke up, stared at my spinning fan awhile before I dozed back to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; falling endlessly&lt;/span&gt; jolted me awake a second time,  felt uncomfy so I turned to my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;side &lt;/span&gt;when a moment later, I 'woke up' again facing the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; exAct&lt;/span&gt; spot on the ceiling.. This time I was freaked out.. Ran to my parents room to sleep on the mattress.. and 'woke up' again staring at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;exact&lt;/span&gt; spot on my ceiling.. This went on a few times with me dreaming different dreams.. Saw huge giant ppl staring through the window into my room, went downstairs to sleep, called ray up who came over to watch me while I sleep, ran to parent's room to sleep few times, turned to my side cause I knew that sleeping position causes less dreams to occur.. and each time I 'wake up' I would be staring at the same ol' exact spot on my ceiling &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;... and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;... and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;.. each time I was confident that I'm awake, the next moment I would again wake up at the same exact position.. freakish much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one of the times I 'woke up' I actually&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; prayed&lt;/span&gt; to God to wake me up for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt;.. See, told ya I'm realistic even in my dreams.. Fortunately God did wake me up for real shortly after that.. but after one. last. dream.. and that dream was some demonish figure attacking me in my own room.. Gasp! It was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;horrible&lt;/span&gt; really =( Woke up feeling real lousy and afraid that I wasn't actually awake and at any moment I would open my eyes to the same spot on the ceiling again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing if I was awake for real, I called up ray in the mid of the night, bout &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;3am&lt;/span&gt; or so.. LoL.. Poor dear had to talk to me for an hour, comforting and convincing me that I was indeed &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;awake&lt;/span&gt; for real.. and I slept through the night without any interruption after that.. phew.. freakish much really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SAY NO TO SCARY MOVIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-881485073250038031?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/881485073250038031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=881485073250038031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/881485073250038031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/881485073250038031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2010/06/scariest-dream-ever.html' title='scariest dream ever...'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TBrUVhelXSI/AAAAAAAAAtc/g-3sDdiSdfQ/s72-c/scary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-3900947574843065662</id><published>2010-06-07T22:28:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T00:12:43.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yea i was bored u see..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/" style="display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; background: url(&amp;quot;http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png&amp;quot;) no-repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: rgb(0, 153, 51); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman,Arial,serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;107 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/"&gt;Typing Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life now is basically work, thesis, sleep.. work, thesis, sleep.. doesn't help that I've a heap of corrections to make for my thesis.. and besides the cash at the end of the month, I'm not really a fan of the workplace at this moment.. Or maybe I just find my work not too challenging..hmm.. One thing, good colleagues really conduce to a better working life =)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo.. I think I've lost touch of blogging already btw.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with some close friends this week.. As years pass I'm really glad some of them are still at some corner in my life though we're all caught up with our own happenings and of course, work.. I realised too that a lil effort in keeping our friendships intact goes a long way and most certainly it requires both parties' efforts.. cause really how much can one keep giving in any relationship?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. relating this I've to say that I am myself as guilty in not delivering the extra effort at times.. though I do try a lot harder now than I did before.. cause I realised that those who strolled away are somewhat irreplaceable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea we should all truly really keep in touch with each other okaayyss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that worries come one after another.. Do they ever go away or is it best we work around them instead.. It's all assignments, due dates, and exams when studying.. Nevertheless they're all still in a controlled environment.. At this junction of my life once again I feel as though making the wrong decisions, choosing the wrong path would waste a whole load of time unnecessarily.. Thank goodness there's always Someone I can count on to guide me every step of the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off to sleep........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, start off the day in the right attitude and somehow you'll notice the extra&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; smiles&lt;/span&gt; around ya =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TA0SoY_atrI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Vz_QjLMyPJQ/s1600/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TA0SoY_atrI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Vz_QjLMyPJQ/s320/smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480056806692271794" 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/28930120-3900947574843065662?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/3900947574843065662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=3900947574843065662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/3900947574843065662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/3900947574843065662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2010/06/yea-i-was-bored-u-see.html' title='yea i was bored u see..'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TA0SoY_atrI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Vz_QjLMyPJQ/s72-c/smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-4310851743312043796</id><published>2010-04-11T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T21:45:23.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;bear with me these one, two months please?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-4310851743312043796?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/4310851743312043796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=4310851743312043796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/4310851743312043796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/4310851743312043796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2010/04/bear-with-me-this-one-two-months-please.html' title=''/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-4881696996519566122</id><published>2010-03-08T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T20:34:15.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grrr..</title><content type='html'>I feel like screaming.. I feel like stamping my feet on the ground till there's a lubang.. i feel like deleting my whole thesis.. I feel like strangling or punching someone..I feel like crying.. I feel like running out and acting crazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what I feel, work still has to be done =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I don't know why am I taking so the friggin long la.. feel so incompetent.. grrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/S5TuG5xJuKI/AAAAAAAAAtM/FbO4awiCXW8/s1600-h/P270210_16.16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/S5TuG5xJuKI/AAAAAAAAAtM/FbO4awiCXW8/s320/P270210_16.16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446239651751377058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh meet Ruffey.. he accompanies me with my thesis writing most nights ^^&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/28930120-4881696996519566122?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/4881696996519566122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=4881696996519566122&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/4881696996519566122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/4881696996519566122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2010/03/grrr.html' title='grrr..'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/S5TuG5xJuKI/AAAAAAAAAtM/FbO4awiCXW8/s72-c/P270210_16.16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-6962339626010170905</id><published>2010-01-03T20:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:36:27.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so it's the end of 2009...</title><content type='html'>I really really wanna do my annual reflection post thingy majingy.. But I'll feel guilty bout the time spent on it when I should be spending the time on my annoying annoying thesis &gt;&lt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So till it's done, I'll just leave this page to rest awhile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (not that it hasn't rested enough &gt;&lt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everybody!!! =) May this year be one that's fruitful for all of us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably do my 2009 reflection some other time.. if I still have my reminiscing mood ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know 2009 wasn't really my best year.. yet I felt that it ended amazingly.. precious memories conceived shall never be forgotten.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/S0CdrQxAMLI/AAAAAAAAAtE/DdjspjJGny8/s1600-h/Picture+178edit.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/_9T7W1tyajvY/S0CdrQxAMLI/AAAAAAAAAtE/DdjspjJGny8/s400/Picture+178edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422507317914513586" 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/28930120-6962339626010170905?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/6962339626010170905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=6962339626010170905&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/6962339626010170905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/6962339626010170905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-so-its-end-of-2009.html' title='and so it&apos;s the end of 2009...'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/S0CdrQxAMLI/AAAAAAAAAtE/DdjspjJGny8/s72-c/Picture+178edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-6309823011591677383</id><published>2009-12-07T03:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T04:12:04.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apparently...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/" style="background: transparent url(http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png) no-repeat scroll 0% 0%; display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: rgb(0, 153, 51); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman,Arial,serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;102 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/"&gt;Typing Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; When I'm sick I can type faster ^^ LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy cause I've never went past 100 before.. I don't test myself that often ok jus try it out once in a while to gauge if my typing speed is diminishing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;short update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- I'm sick now cause the PC fair was too much for me to handle.. hopefully it's not h1n1 &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kinda stressed cause my thesis dateline is approaching?..&lt;br /&gt;- I'm starting to let go of certain issues which boggled me in the past.. You know, sometimes it's better not to have a whole understanding of a perplexing situation.. Just let it go cause there're better stuffs for you to be bothered about..&lt;br /&gt;- I'm gonna sleep right now cause my nose and head are starting to berate me on still being up at this time..&lt;br /&gt;- I'm getting good with lucky draws which was never the case in the past ^^ it kinda feels like God is cheering me up during these difficult times.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright time to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; zzz&lt;/span&gt;.. I had a good day actually cause I got this mini cute egg-like &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; speakers from the pc fair for free.. loves it much ^^ you can separate the eggy into half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SxwPOFUEWVI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Pf4ZWRPnsBM/s1600-h/P061209_20.27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SxwPOFUEWVI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Pf4ZWRPnsBM/s320/P061209_20.27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412217586811427154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaayy.... I wanna oso thank a few peeps for being there when I really needed someone to lean on, someone to blast my emo-ness to.. to bring new light to a situation which looked bleak at first.. couldn't have gotten through and I really thank God for blessing me with friends like you =) you know who you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nitez ppl.. Christmas is approaching y'all! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-6309823011591677383?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/6309823011591677383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=6309823011591677383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/6309823011591677383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/6309823011591677383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2009/12/apparently.html' title='apparently...'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SxwPOFUEWVI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Pf4ZWRPnsBM/s72-c/P061209_20.27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-8489583549549936598</id><published>2009-10-21T11:58:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T18:57:01.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too near.. too soon?</title><content type='html'>So I'm stuck in the library now for another hour or so.. reading some super old motivational book bout &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I pulled of the shelf at home.. Though it's rather old I don't think any book on the secrets of success can ever be outdated yes? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a real nerd.. lonely and reading a book like this in the library, nevertheless the sense of contentment sure is profound.. I totally relish times like this where I'm &lt;em&gt;forced &lt;/em&gt;to spend hours doing stuffs I enjoy.. &lt;em&gt;bliss-ness&lt;/em&gt;... such rare occurences isn't it.. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway decided to go online so I can have a short chat with sis but alas she's not at her table =( mana you laaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So here some update bout me life..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo darn &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;hungry&lt;/span&gt; right now though I had breakfast bout.. 2 hours ago? ugh.. I wouldn't mind if my high metabolism burns some fats on my body instead of making me hungrier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed my driving test last week =) I know most of you now are going &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;finallyyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. as in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;finally &lt;/span&gt;I took my driving license ok not finally I passed.. LoL.. I passed the first time ok.. you can't imagine the anguish I went through while waiting for my turn to be tested.. I totally detest waiting to the extremee.. what more &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;4 looong hours&lt;/span&gt;.. gawsh.. I was so stressed out even the girl whom I met over there pointed out that I looked like 2 diff person before and after the driving test.. heheh.. I have my bouts of panic attacks rather easily I know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my last paper yesterday.. so now I'm free of lectures and exams!.. jealous? jealous?? though I can't celebrate just yet as my thesis is not done =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway time for me to chao home already so here I sign off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw here's from a page I just read mins ago which I thought was rather constructive.. So one of the secrets to total success is of course the art of communication.. and what better way to communicate than to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;L-O-V-E&lt;/span&gt; isn't it? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- is for Listen. To love someone is to listen unconditionally to his values and needs without prejudice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- is for Overlook. To love someone is to overlook the flaws and the faults in favour of looking for the good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- is for Voice. To love someone is to voice your approval of him on a regular basis. There is no substitute for honest encouragement, positive 'strokes' and praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- is for Effort. To love someone is to make a constant effort to spend the time, to make the sacrifice, to go the extra mile to show your interest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enlightening yes? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Missing a few peeps whom I haven't met for some time now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/St6Tsm95V6I/AAAAAAAAAs0/H6MtV5Ot8dQ/s1600-h/cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394911798220117922" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 280px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/St6Tsm95V6I/AAAAAAAAAs0/H6MtV5Ot8dQ/s320/cute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;eeeps!&lt;em&gt; cuteness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-8489583549549936598?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/8489583549549936598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=8489583549549936598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/8489583549549936598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/8489583549549936598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2009/10/too-near-too-soon.html' title='too near.. too soon?'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/St6Tsm95V6I/AAAAAAAAAs0/H6MtV5Ot8dQ/s72-c/cute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-4332266823542905749</id><published>2009-08-23T18:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T19:37:19.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogger will be abandoning blog for some time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has loads of work.. and loads of stuffs to sort out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll be back near the end of this year.. hopefully?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, despite her busy-ness, you can still call or meet up with her, cause she'll be eager to catch up with you and be distracted from her mundane daily routine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaoz ppl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SpEnya3854I/AAAAAAAAAsk/o3OH97aiA7U/s1600-h/me1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373119577590654850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SpEnya3854I/AAAAAAAAAsk/o3OH97aiA7U/s320/me1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You know I forgot that my hair is naturally &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wavy&lt;/span&gt; and allowed the over-enthusiastic hairdresser &lt;em&gt;(yet again.. WhY are all hairdressers so keen to cut more than they are told to?..).. &lt;/em&gt;anyways I've short, octopus-like hairstyle now -.- No pics.. you'll see it when you see me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annd.. it's my dear sis's birthday today so here's a shoutout to the best sis in the world =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Evey!!&lt;/strong&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/28930120-4332266823542905749?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/4332266823542905749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=4332266823542905749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/4332266823542905749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/4332266823542905749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogger-will-be-abandoning-blog-for.html' title=''/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SpEnya3854I/AAAAAAAAAsk/o3OH97aiA7U/s72-c/me1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-4370520051542382490</id><published>2009-08-06T02:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T02:39:36.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>isn't it kinda annoying?..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SnnRzih5slI/AAAAAAAAAsU/yvAYdBXEY-c/s1600-h/parrots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SnnRzih5slI/AAAAAAAAAsU/yvAYdBXEY-c/s320/parrots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366551114361188946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that one day you voice your opinion regarding a matter to someone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the following week that someone voices out to a group of people&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; your&lt;/span&gt; opinion, without even the thought of changing the exact words you used.. hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-4370520051542382490?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/4370520051542382490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=4370520051542382490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/4370520051542382490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/4370520051542382490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2009/08/isnt-it-kinda-annoying.html' title='isn&apos;t it kinda annoying?..'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SnnRzih5slI/AAAAAAAAAsU/yvAYdBXEY-c/s72-c/parrots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-4896136931031459118</id><published>2009-08-02T23:29:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T00:59:11.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turning in for the night..</title><content type='html'>but I'm just sooo freaking full I can't sleep just yet.. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was soo darn tired I had to literally crawl up the stairs just now all right.. Seriously.. I've never mentioned this before, but doing PA in my church is kinda mentally and physically draining la.. and 2 straight days of that is all I can handle I guess -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I can be rather grumpy when I'm lacking sleep.. see how sleep is important to me?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate lonng not-so-useful seminars.. especially the one compulsary if you were to take your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;undang&lt;/span&gt;.. YESS I haven't got my driving license yeett.. surprise surprise.. Lolz.. actually I didn't find it necessary all these while given that I'm living close to my uni.. but since I'll start work next year, I don't have a choice any longer do I?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get soo restless just sitting 2 hours in lectures.. Imagine that dreadful &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;6 hours&lt;/span&gt; duration of seminar, not to mention it started so darn early in the morn.. I was soo irritated by it I didn't even bother dressing up that morn.. just rolled out of bed, washed my face, grabbed a comfy jacket and headed off.. yea I kinda wore sleepin clothes over there, just changed my pants to something acceptable.. heck I even wore slippers.. haha, was hoping I won't bump into anyone I'd recognise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway time to zzzz.. crazy crazy weeks ahead.. arg, this is one of those times I wish I've that remote control in the movie &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;'Click'&lt;/span&gt;.. then I'll fast forward time till next year when I graduate.. weee.. unfortunately reality seems more tangible -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what.. this week itself 3 diff individuals assumed that I've a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; bf&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"You went out with your bf is it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"So how are things with you and your bf?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOday the question was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"So when are you going to introduce your bf to us?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I snapped.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"WhAt imaginary bf???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone introduce my so called bf to me please, I would really like to know him.. LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw this dude is soo enticing me to learn&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; guitar&lt;/span&gt; ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bdsYIqlD_bU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bdsYIqlD_bU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Those are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;crazy chords&lt;/span&gt; over there man.. woooh.. he's so talented.. and such nice voice ^^ really dig his music btw, if anyone comes across his album do buy it for me k, i'll pay ;) his name is David Choi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaoz.. may God sustain us in times of need.. Amen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-4896136931031459118?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/4896136931031459118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=4896136931031459118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/4896136931031459118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/4896136931031459118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2009/08/turning-in-for-night.html' title='turning in for the night..'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-9121273192431092854</id><published>2009-07-21T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T19:51:24.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SmWq_lqrvNI/AAAAAAAAAsM/0fkI6wZmUck/s1600-h/sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360878940874063058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SmWq_lqrvNI/AAAAAAAAAsM/0fkI6wZmUck/s320/sun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all you need is to hear the words already in your mind..&lt;br /&gt;.....from someone else's mouth....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-9121273192431092854?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/9121273192431092854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=9121273192431092854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/9121273192431092854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/9121273192431092854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometimes.html' title='sometimes....'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SmWq_lqrvNI/AAAAAAAAAsM/0fkI6wZmUck/s72-c/sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-1154193307969562425</id><published>2009-07-19T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:00:40.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funniest day of my life</title><content type='html'>Hey sorry peeps bout my boring n abandoned blog..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I seem to be starting my posts with this line each time don't I?...&lt;/span&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway regarding the previous &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;emo-ly&lt;/span&gt; post, as presumed, I was pms-ing so no worries.. I'm just so predictable I subconsciously know what's wrong with myself -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do utterly stupid things/decisions when I'm pms-ing.. and this time it just has to be one of the stupidest.. Sorry not gonna reveal it here though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wanted to blog bout this recently when I met up with a long lost friend of mine, HY.. but never got the time to do so..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SlIOTo757WI/AAAAAAAAApk/hAN2xxFtAdI/s1600-h/P140309_15.08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SlIOTo757WI/AAAAAAAAApk/hAN2xxFtAdI/s320/P140309_15.08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355358637465922914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeap that's her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here the story goes.....&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; The Funniest Day of Me Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One dark and gloomy day (it was! I remember).. when it was nearing SPM and the school library was closed.. the ever nerd, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; was in the library doing some admin work (I was the head of data &amp;amp; statistics).. The whole library was locked up to prevent any thefts and it was a rather &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;chilly&lt;/span&gt; place to be when you're &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;alone in the computer room&lt;/span&gt; and it's all&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; dark&lt;/span&gt; outside in the library..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I dragged HY to accompany me as she's like a walking jukebox who sings beautifully ;) Kept me entertained while I work.. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the computer room... while I was frantically typing away and ms. HY here singing while.. reading a book? can't rememeber.. Suddennlyy.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*knock* *knock* *knock*&lt;/span&gt;... It sounded like a knock on our room's door but being in the library almost half the time of my school life (exaggerating k).. I instantly knew it was a student upstairs moving the chair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HY froze!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;HY: JAC!! did you hear thAt?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: Huh???... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(turned to look at her cute scared face.. and I couldn't help it la =P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: ...............hear.. wat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;HY: Someone knocked on the room door!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *pretends to listen for the knock which did not come.. hee*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: I don't hear anything la... you must have heard wrongly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly... *knock knock!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;HY: THERE did you hear it this time???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: huh wat??.. I didn't hear anything alsooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;HY: Someone knocked on the dooor la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: The whole library is locked up.. There's no way anyone can come in and knock on our door la..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *continues typing while lol-ing inside*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passed I got really bored so I decided to prank HY again.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sorry yea =p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Look towards the glass panel which shows the passage of a corridor linking the library to another room known as the APD room*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: HY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;HY: Wat??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: aiyooo.. don't the students know that the library is closed?? I just saw someone walking pass the corridor.. the APD room must be unlocked.. Do you mind shoo-ing the person away please..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;HY: ohh ok ok sure..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: Don't forget to lock the APD door oso k??&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (actually I knew it was locked up tightly already.. lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few minutes later HY came in all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pale-faced&lt;/span&gt;.. heheh!.. I really had to gather all the self control I had not to laugh out loud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;HY: ................ jac ar.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: Yea? shoo-ed the person out already or not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;HY: .......erm..... The door is locked jac....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: Huh? Can't be... the person juustt only passed by!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;HY: no........ it's locked!....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: Sure or not??.. come la lemme see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked towards the expected locked door and I waggled the padlock assuring that it's locked up securely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: erm...... the front door is locked right?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;HY: .......... erm... yea...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: GET THE KEYS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both ran to the front, fumbled with the padlock and ran out of the library (it was fun la.. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after comtemplating awhile whether I should reveal that it's actually a prank, I decided to wait till I finish my work lest she abandon me alone in the library.. hehe.. So after much persuasion she reluctantly agreed to go back in so I could finish up my work.. We locked the library door again and headed back into the computer room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ms. HY here got over-excited bout the whole event and started telling me all sort of&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; ghost&lt;/span&gt; stories involving schools and libraries.. After a while I had &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;chills&lt;/span&gt; running down my spine already.. So I turned towards her, wanting to divert the conversation to something else when suddenly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*CREAK*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The computer room's door opened slightly.. I was facing the door while HY's back was facing it so she had no clue at all what was behind her.. The only clue she had was from my&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; face&lt;/span&gt;.. and honestly I was a lil terrified from all her ghost stories -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;HY: erm... Jac.. what is it??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: .............................. (I was analyzing whether it's the wind or someone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door swung open further slowly.. and nOw I'm freaked out.. My thoughts were that there were only 2 person I know with the keys of the library.. One was a teacher and she was on leave.. The other was pauwy&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (head librarian &amp;amp; also a friend of mine)&lt;/span&gt;.. So it should be pauwy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;HY: .............Jaccc!........... what is it?!.......... (she didn't dare to turn I think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: ...................................... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;(I was speechless and stared straight at the door which was swinging open further.. and further.. thought to myself that it's pauwy.. it shOuld be pauwy.. have to be pauwy and no one else..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly.. a head of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grey-white hair&lt;/span&gt; just popped in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; a body!! I'm serious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: AAAAHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;HY: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH (she ran and hid under the comp table... hahAha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took me a split second to realise that the head of white hair was actually a really old teacher in my school.. not sure whether she still teaches there or not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teacher: What's happening here??? (LOL-NESS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't stop laughing while trying to explain to her why we &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;screamed&lt;/span&gt; at the sight of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;!! goodness it was soo embarrasing.. HY had to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;crawl&lt;/span&gt; out from underneath the comp table which made the whole situation even funnier.. hahah.. Anyway teacher got fed up and left.. Apparently HY didn't lock the grill nicely and the teacher felt air-con coming out from underneath the door outside the library so she came in to look.. The teacher had a really &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;long neck&lt;/span&gt; la.. gawsh, I think that was why she was able to poke in her head through the door without showing her body -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that's really the funniest moment of my life =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it was entertaining.. Nights everyone.. Have good days ahead!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-1154193307969562425?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/1154193307969562425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=1154193307969562425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/1154193307969562425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/1154193307969562425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2009/07/funniest-day-of-my-life.html' title='funniest day of my life'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SlIOTo757WI/AAAAAAAAApk/hAN2xxFtAdI/s72-c/P140309_15.08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-1003182625247596657</id><published>2009-07-11T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:35:25.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/Sldtqf3pXrI/AAAAAAAAAp8/c3INNNYHJpQ/s1600-h/emo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/Sldtqf3pXrI/AAAAAAAAAp8/c3INNNYHJpQ/s320/emo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356870858657324722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm being pulled into 100 different directions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where did I go wrong...... I've no idea ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel inadequate......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope this is my pms talking la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-1003182625247596657?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/1003182625247596657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=1003182625247596657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/1003182625247596657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/1003182625247596657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2009/07/emo.html' title='emo'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/Sldtqf3pXrI/AAAAAAAAAp8/c3INNNYHJpQ/s72-c/emo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-636491892722336357</id><published>2009-06-29T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:48:49.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yoohoooooo</title><content type='html'>nothing la I just wanted to update my dead oh dead blog.. so sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to do a long long post after wed when I can actually sleep peacefully ok?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously man.. I couldn't sleep in peace at all these few days/weeks... Sometimes my own reflection on the mirror scares myself -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. tomoorroow tomorroww I love ya tomorrow.. u're only a day away =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SkjIiJYk-4I/AAAAAAAAApc/wYoFovUf8e8/s1600-h/cutey1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SkjIiJYk-4I/AAAAAAAAApc/wYoFovUf8e8/s400/cutey1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352748646089948034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm soo into cutesy wutsy pics nowadays...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-636491892722336357?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/636491892722336357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=636491892722336357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/636491892722336357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/636491892722336357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2009/06/yoohoooooo.html' title='yoohoooooo'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SkjIiJYk-4I/AAAAAAAAApc/wYoFovUf8e8/s72-c/cutey1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-6000652393637259780</id><published>2009-06-28T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T09:36:58.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>i think i need to stop creating excuses........ for everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-6000652393637259780?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/6000652393637259780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=6000652393637259780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/6000652393637259780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/6000652393637259780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2009/06/quicky-update.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-9131444643015104040</id><published>2009-06-23T23:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T00:03:42.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lembu</title><content type='html'>The mummy kitty in the middle is a stray living behind eric's house, whom he fondly named &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;lembu&lt;/span&gt; and feeds it occasionally..&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/_9T7W1tyajvY/SkD7Ra9R7rI/AAAAAAAAApU/7YugZAwhEnI/s1600-h/DSC09140.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/_9T7W1tyajvY/SkD7Ra9R7rI/AAAAAAAAApU/7YugZAwhEnI/s400/DSC09140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350552634028846770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"owhh nooo.. Now you have 4 lembu to feed!"&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/28930120-9131444643015104040?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/9131444643015104040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=9131444643015104040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/9131444643015104040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/9131444643015104040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2009/06/lembu.html' title='lembu'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SkD7Ra9R7rI/AAAAAAAAApU/7YugZAwhEnI/s72-c/DSC09140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-5440024929400910713</id><published>2009-06-15T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T00:40:19.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you!!</title><content type='html'>Thanks everyone for all the wonderful wishes, meals and gifts I so love =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL, I find it so funny that I've wishes from twitter, my blog, facebook, sms, calls.. Gawsh aren't there just too many means of communication nowadays?.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super busy this month unfortunately.. sigh, any updates would have to wait till nxt month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, I hope everyone's doing well =) Y'all can still gimme a call or msg me anytime k btw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles! Have good days ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SjUnvJtQ01I/AAAAAAAAAnE/vVJk4q1RSBc/s1600-h/P150609_00.32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SjUnvJtQ01I/AAAAAAAAAnE/vVJk4q1RSBc/s320/P150609_00.32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347223823585432402" 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/28930120-5440024929400910713?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/5440024929400910713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=5440024929400910713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/5440024929400910713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/5440024929400910713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-you.html' title='thank you!!'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SjUnvJtQ01I/AAAAAAAAAnE/vVJk4q1RSBc/s72-c/P150609_00.32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-1431316375442745315</id><published>2009-06-04T14:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T14:22:48.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;A &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; leader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  is not what he shapes himself to be, but what he shapes&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; others&lt;/span&gt; to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's so saddening how some blinded people just don't get that fact right&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/28930120-1431316375442745315?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/1431316375442745315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=1431316375442745315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/1431316375442745315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/1431316375442745315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-leader-is-not-what-he-shapes.html' title=''/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-3441419613632502692</id><published>2009-06-03T23:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T03:37:12.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a quick one..</title><content type='html'>Today was such a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; snappish&lt;/span&gt; day. While I was taking my routine afternoon nap, I jumped up all of a sudden and went.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"rooaAARRR"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum sitting nearby immediately thought I was really losing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Huh?? What?? What happen?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"oh.. nothing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, this is the time of the month where it sucks being a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt; for me.. and something simple like a lil heat problem can make me go crazy already.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I shall update another day cause I conceive of a post full of just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;rants&lt;/span&gt; if I were to update now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tata =) See you guys another day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SibJK0YVkrI/AAAAAAAAAm8/0dhKiVGcw2o/s320/cutepic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343179195618267826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-3441419613632502692?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/3441419613632502692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=3441419613632502692&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/3441419613632502692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/3441419613632502692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2009/06/quick-one.html' title='a quick one..'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SibJK0YVkrI/AAAAAAAAAm8/0dhKiVGcw2o/s72-c/cutepic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-2440632348645353595</id><published>2009-05-22T02:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T03:59:02.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-chillaxing-</title><content type='html'>For now at least.. I think once my thesis progresses I'll be struggling to keep up when is it day or night.. So yes I am sooo savoring ever&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; chillin&lt;/span&gt; moment I have right now.. woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Kris &lt;/span&gt;won American Idol when everyone expected &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Adam&lt;/span&gt; to just sail through to the top. Come to think of it, it's actually no surprise that Kris won over Adam though it's obvious that Adam can sing a whole lot better. People would still prefer the conventional pop and ballad music over rock. Moreover Adam's songs tend to lean over the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;gothic&lt;/span&gt; side sometimes. And since my mum and a number of friends labeled him &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;'scary'&lt;/span&gt; -.- I think yea when you come down to it it's really no surprise at all that Kris won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am an Adam fan cause he reminds me of a young mick jagger and I loove &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; gothic rock songs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(the ones with good melodies ok and honestly the lyrics do not bother me at all)&lt;/span&gt; but I'm truly happy that Kris won too.. =) He deserved it in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm one who is appreciative when people point out my faults or weaknesses and yes I do ponder over every criticism hauled at my way. I would actually thank the person for their frankness as well &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(only if I find truth in what they say of course. I'm not a psycho thanking everyone who criticizes me.. Lol!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; you know what I can't stand? When the person attempts to control or discipline me in which I find is absolutely unnecessary cause I think I've a sound mind to think for myself of what is best for me. Helloooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Advises are to be given, not forced down your throat.&lt;/span&gt; Ok maybe some people do deserve the extra 'spanking' but not me all right. I feel uncomfortable having people besides my parents controlling my actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I sign off. I know I haven't been updating awhile but I'm quite active on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;twitter&lt;/span&gt; =) Quuittee, so add me on twitter la if you want to know what's kicking in my life at the moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokes only my &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy&lt;/span&gt; friends can take:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: Be careful. I might eat you up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;RL: Eat me? Haha.. You'll take weeks or months ok cause I'm so much bigger than you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: Nope.. I think I'll take only days.. you know why? Cause I usually throw away the fatty parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;RL: ARGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-2440632348645353595?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/2440632348645353595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=2440632348645353595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/2440632348645353595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/2440632348645353595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2009/05/chillaxing.html' title='-chillaxing-'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-5113115715604513038</id><published>2009-05-05T16:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T05:54:13.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so its may..</title><content type='html'>and I can hardly remember embracing april even.. sigh, how time flies isn't it?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each day passes more swiftly than the day before.. and I can't help but to ask myself what did I do the preceding days that I can be proud or happy of.. and you know what?.. there's only so little I can think of.. aiyo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for a change.. a great one =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy though with the way I spent my holidays.. Had a surprise mini bday celebration for darling tai ka che&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; anne&lt;/span&gt;.. met up with a long lost friend &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;jenli&lt;/span&gt;.. had a good catching up time with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ray&lt;/span&gt;.. and celebrated&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; terence&lt;/span&gt;'s long overdue bday.. annnnddd.. I get to go to the movies after a rather long time! annnddd I watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;wolverine&lt;/span&gt;!! yeay =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that in a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;week&lt;/span&gt;! not bad huh? also helped my mum out with more housework this week and accompanied her here and there running some errands..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea.. I'm pretty satisfied with my short but very sweet holidays.. Was supposed to meet up with 2 other dear friends of mine but alas our timing could not coincide..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my newest resolution now is to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;make each day count! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;cause each day that passes you can't get it back no more.. Check out this inspiring vid btw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/th6Njr-qkq0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/th6Njr-qkq0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bout this baby with a hole in the heart and had faulty DNA that the docs predicted he won't even make it to birth but yet he did.. and instead of being afraid and dreading when will he 'go', the parents celebrated his bday everyday.. grateful of each day they had with him =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So intead of sulking and moping over your bad day, think of those people who would be so thankful for just another day to live..&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/28930120-5113115715604513038?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/5113115715604513038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=5113115715604513038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/5113115715604513038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/5113115715604513038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-so-its-may.html' title='and so its may..'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-4657762630260523921</id><published>2009-04-27T02:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T02:36:19.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of dads and daughters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SfSlA0kpMqI/AAAAAAAAAmo/zzhXts2UxYQ/s1600-h/dad_daughter+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SfSlA0kpMqI/AAAAAAAAAmo/zzhXts2UxYQ/s320/dad_daughter+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329065692617061026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On bathing habits..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Dad: Let's go dinner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: Oh ok ok.. erm.. can I just take a bath first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Dad: Hm........... NO I'm hungry and I don't want to wait another&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hour&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On mirrors..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*fixing my hair in my toilet's mirror*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Dad: Let's go already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: Ok Ok.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*bounces down the stairs and felt my hair getting out of place again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: Wait wait..!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*looks at the downstair's toilet's mirror*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Dad: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;*puzzled look*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;.. Why? Do you look different in the mirror downstairs from the one upstairs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On expensive facial products..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Dad: Why so many products just for your face? Why can't you just use a bar of soap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On whitening products..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Dad: Can't you just use bleach..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On hair colour..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Dad: Why do you want to dye your hair to look like mud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On eyeliners..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Dad: A pencil costs rm30?? You do know there are crayons in the study room right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is just hilariously funny at times...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-4657762630260523921?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/4657762630260523921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=4657762630260523921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/4657762630260523921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/4657762630260523921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2009/04/of-dads-and-daughters.html' title='of dads and daughters'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SfSlA0kpMqI/AAAAAAAAAmo/zzhXts2UxYQ/s72-c/dad_daughter+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-7036502913324910376</id><published>2009-04-24T01:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T06:40:38.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally updated!</title><content type='html'>I'm so saddened by the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;inactive&lt;/span&gt; state of my blog =( Got cob webs adyyy.. I'll try to update as often as possible from now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So exams are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;done&lt;/span&gt; finally.. I shall really &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;reaaallyy&lt;/span&gt; enjoy the very &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;short&lt;/span&gt; hols I have currently.. rEsting.. and meeting up with certain peeps I haven't been meeting for awhile.. aannnddd also a special activity I've planned exceptionally for myself.. Wanna know what is it?.. harr harr ask me la ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I read through my preceding post and went over the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"things I really wanted to do" &lt;/span&gt;to determine which ones I've succeeded.. You see, I'm always an achiever of my goals..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crapping btw.. if you go through that post you'll know that they're all leisure activities -.- lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;So here it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a day where I can sink on my couch and watch tv... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(I just reached home so no tv yet for me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish up all the series I've been putting off... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Tick Tick!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Read.. read... READ the whole freaking day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(Soon to Tick!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spend an evening with close ones and laugh our heads off... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(Tick Tick!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SfDXY2zo89I/AAAAAAAAAlw/oDJrnmQ0b9c/s1600-h/2794_63344673308_611398308_1646726_4347781_n.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/_9T7W1tyajvY/SfDXY2zo89I/AAAAAAAAAlw/oDJrnmQ0b9c/s400/2794_63344673308_611398308_1646726_4347781_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327995181208237010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;Btw it's tai ka che &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Anne&lt;/span&gt;'s Birrthday tOday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SfDXu4lpMkI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Ally5Qdg2qE/s1600-h/2794_63340978308_611398308_1646691_6993336_n.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/_9T7W1tyajvY/SfDXu4lpMkI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Ally5Qdg2qE/s400/2794_63340978308_611398308_1646691_6993336_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327995559643525698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;Have a great one and may the rest of the year brings enjoyment to you! Muax!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go on a date with a bestie to the movies and shopping... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(Tick Tick!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SfDe8xj8oVI/AAAAAAAAAmA/y3T_M59zTMs/s1600-h/mehy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SfDe8xj8oVI/AAAAAAAAAmA/y3T_M59zTMs/s320/mehy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328003494856925522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;More like my long lost friend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hsing ye/jac/lavena&lt;/span&gt;.. what else name do you have gurl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Btw meeting you again reminded me of something &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hilariously&lt;/span&gt; funny that happened last time =P.. It prompted 3 of us to write bout it for our essays during SPM remeemberr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I shall blog bout it soon.. Stay tuned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SfDlN8jusWI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Q6mhMyWJw9M/s1600-h/hellokitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SfDlN8jusWI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Q6mhMyWJw9M/s400/hellokitty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328010386936344930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Posing with the star of the day..&lt;br /&gt;M.A.C. Hello Kitty which HY wasted 12 bucks to buy a sharpener just to get the balloon.. and then regreted after that -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We watched.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SfDnipvdtbI/AAAAAAAAAmg/apOrlAZSkpQ/s1600-h/marley-and-me-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SfDnipvdtbI/AAAAAAAAAmg/apOrlAZSkpQ/s320/marley-and-me-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328012941685798322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;which I find so darn the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;being a real dog lover myself.. poor marley =(&lt;br /&gt;Erm.. plot is just ok ok to me.. Basically I kinda felt that I paid 11 bucks just to cry (only 2 drops of tears kkk.. I could tahan! haha)..&lt;br /&gt;There were many funny moments though!.. I still love the show =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ok I shall end here as I feel so lazy to continue with the list.. Plus there's nothing interesting to talk bout for the rest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nitey nitez ppl!.. For oonnccee I can sleep in peace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-7036502913324910376?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/7036502913324910376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=7036502913324910376&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/7036502913324910376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/7036502913324910376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-updated.html' title='finally updated!'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SfDXY2zo89I/AAAAAAAAAlw/oDJrnmQ0b9c/s72-c/2794_63344673308_611398308_1646726_4347781_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-7346655969177238665</id><published>2009-04-02T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:32:53.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy</title><content type='html'>Sorry people I've abandoned my blog for such a long long long time &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really busy.. and still very busy as my finals are coming up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw REDEEMED 09 was greAt!!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've loads to update actually but not now la.. I'll do so after my finals which is after 23rd Apr.. so please be patient till then.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone's doing well yaaaa =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-7346655969177238665?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/7346655969177238665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=7346655969177238665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/7346655969177238665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/7346655969177238665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2009/04/busy-busy.html' title='busy busy'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-462351970617393386</id><published>2009-03-07T01:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T01:52:28.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what I really want?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just a day where I can sink on my couch and watch tv...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finish up all the series I've been putting off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Read.. read... READ the whole freaking day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spend an evening with close ones and laugh our heads off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go on a date with a bestie to the movies and shopping... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(cause when in a group it usually takes up more time &gt;&lt;)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pink shaker cause it got stolen with my bag.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I only use pink shaker mechanical pencil since secondary school.. so ocd rite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A day I can laze at the beach...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spontaneous trips I likey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doing house chores... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I no likey but it feels good helping my mum out at times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Write... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(no not some canggih literature or anything k.. just bout thoughts, life and issues)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gaming maybe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Did I miss anything?.. I'll add next time la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I reallly really need to do now is... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel like I'm going crazy overloaded with info...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-462351970617393386?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/462351970617393386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=462351970617393386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/462351970617393386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/462351970617393386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-know-what-i-really-want.html' title='You know what I really want?...'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-3956981845097679485</id><published>2009-02-23T03:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:04:29.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh..</title><content type='html'>You know whenever I feel down or sad due to any distressing circumstances.. I usually remind myself of how fortunate my life is, and I'll feel content right away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, I'm a very optimistic person.. I can convince my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;mind&lt;/span&gt; into being happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times though.. the heart betrays my mind and the tears doesn't want to oblige..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh... nothing sucks more than the feeling that you're losing your best friend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-3956981845097679485?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/3956981845097679485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=3956981845097679485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/3956981845097679485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/3956981845097679485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2009/02/sigh_23.html' title='sigh..'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-6930534481730087351</id><published>2009-02-20T23:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:40:28.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have my baby back!</title><content type='html'>My laptop that is... ahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after what seems like years we were separated =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do a long long post but don't have the time this week.. So in the mean time watch this video i curi-ed from &lt;a href="http://anneyblogs.wordpress.com/"&gt;anne's blog!&lt;/a&gt; hehehe.. u see so nice of me to promote ur newly opened blog =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kBKQqQj67tc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kBKQqQj67tc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sooo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;FUNNY&lt;/span&gt; I just had to post it la.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;EVE &lt;/span&gt;watch ok? Really siao to the max.. ON your speakers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all the time I have now.. extremely the short post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw I'm soooo phobic of white cars right now so please don't drive near me if your car is white..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I could &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; feel my heart stop a beat when some stranger in a white car wound down his window to say hi few days ago.. the moment I heard the 'hi' I almost had cardiac arrest.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic taken with my new hp cam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SZ7q1EV-YGI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Yh5Hd2ER1D8/s1600-h/mekp500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SZ7q1EV-YGI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Yh5Hd2ER1D8/s320/mekp500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304935608508899426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not bad quality huh? just makes me look sliightly pale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-6930534481730087351?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/6930534481730087351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=6930534481730087351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/6930534481730087351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/6930534481730087351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-my-baby-back.html' title='i have my baby back!'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SZ7q1EV-YGI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Yh5Hd2ER1D8/s72-c/mekp500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-6891741498098992470</id><published>2009-02-14T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:49:43.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm loving my new...</title><content type='html'>TOUCH-SCREEN PHONE YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SZbc2YQHfOI/AAAAAAAAAk4/1hDjRO16uQc/s1600-h/kp500_1225945914239_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SZbc2YQHfOI/AAAAAAAAAk4/1hDjRO16uQc/s320/kp500_1225945914239_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302668438056434914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hee hee! My&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is so nice to sponsor me this phone =D Thanks Thanks Thanks! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*dances around with limping leg*&lt;/span&gt; I've the best sis in the world you know!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ya I've to praise her cause she reads my blog.. &lt;/span&gt;Nola kidding =P I'm truly thankful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least these few days I'll be too busy checking out my new phone than to be aware of my&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; pain&lt;/span&gt;.. Gawsh I don't know why but everytime I stand up it feels like the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;nerves &lt;/span&gt;around my wounds are pulled apart.. erm, the wounds look better so I don't think there's anything wrong.. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice angelic &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;auntie&lt;/span&gt; who sent me to the clinic straight after the incident actually traced my mum's number &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(cause I called my mum using her hp)&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; asked&lt;/span&gt; how was I doing ^^ Gawsh.. it feels wonderful knowing that there're selfless genuinely &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; people out there! She even insisted for me not to pay her back the medical bill at that time! So my mum is suggesting I buy her a lil gift and meet up with her once I'm ok.. Oh one funny thing.. She told my mum how I was still able to reason despite what has just happened that moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: S'cuse me! I don't need these pain killers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Auntie: Eh why you don't want?? You'll be pain for a long time you know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: Honestly the pain is bearable for me.. but they're going to charge extra for these&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Auntie: nononono just take it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhh... such a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;N-I-C-E &lt;/span&gt;person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, everything is looking better right now =) It's not a torture to bathe anymore since there're scabs forming on my wounds already.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Thanks everyone for the concern&lt;/span&gt;! I even had people I don't know sms-ing to encourage me -.- Got a feeling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; kinda told the whole world -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alritey now it's back to my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;studies&lt;/span&gt;.. I really hope things will be better now.. aiyo.. God please.. I don't want this sort of negative drama anymore =( and it's just the beginning of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night everyone and happy valentine's day =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People were saying how strong I was cause I didn't cry throughout the whole incident.. actually I'm not all that strong as a person.. I did cry badly few days after.. but it's not because of the ordeal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I hurt someone very dear to me.. a friend whom I'll &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; hold close to my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm sorry for what I've put you through.. If there's any way to transfer the hurt I've caused you I would take all of it without doubt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry&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/28930120-6891741498098992470?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/6891741498098992470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=6891741498098992470&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/6891741498098992470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/6891741498098992470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-loving-my-new.html' title='I&apos;m loving my new...'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SZbc2YQHfOI/AAAAAAAAAk4/1hDjRO16uQc/s72-c/kp500_1225945914239_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-6617098836244591057</id><published>2009-02-12T14:34:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:26:32.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>not only I've to worry bout my piled up assignments + reports due to my kaputted laptop &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yea dun ask me y but its not repaired yet)&lt;/span&gt;.. now I've to nurse my freaking painful wounds which I'm guessing takes at least a month or so to recover..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is thiissS man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea i got robbed and dragged 5-7 meters on the tar road.. the idiots didn't even give me time to let go of my bag.. no worries, if u see d injuries its not too bad la.. at least in my opinion.. my dear housemates seem to grimace with pain on my behalf when they look at my wounds.. loL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway I'm recovering already.. I just thank God my head or my spinal cord didn't kena anything.. and they found my purse! yeay.. I don't have to go through all the hassle =) I also thank God they didn't kidnap me.. or slash my arms into half..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly I didn't cry throughout the whole ordeal and was rather calm.. In fact, I had the time to pick myself up and made sure I remember the car details can you believe it?.. but considering our country's wonderful system it doesn't make much of a difference.. I didn't cry when the doctor like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;reAlly&lt;/span&gt; wipe my wounds.. crap man I haven't felt that much &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt; in a lifetime.. He administered pain killer pills to me after that but I didn't take it cause I kinda dislike drugs.. I didn't cry when he gave me a jab surprisingly cause it's one of my phobia.. but considering that my wounds were sooo freaking the pain at that time I couldn't feel anything when he jabbed me.. The only time I felt like crying was when my sis said she'll buy me a new hp =) I know, so ironic isn't it! so terharu.. yeay, problem solved already.. and it's a better hp than my previous one!.. hee heee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll be super duper careful from now on k I promise..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s. thanks stranger, Jon, Lam, darling housemates, and terence for everything =) Appreciate it a whole lot seriously.. oh and all the good wishes! thanks ya =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don't think I'll be blogging for awhile cause I need to rest + finish up work.. In the mean time check out the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;freakiest&lt;/span&gt; animal &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(my opinion) &lt;/span&gt;in the whole world!.. I saw it on animal planet..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It's called an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;aye-aye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;and they're native to madagascar.. What makes this animal freaky is the way they&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; feed&lt;/span&gt;.. They're born with a thin&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; stick-like&lt;/span&gt; middle finger which they used to tap tap tap on the tree bark to hear whether it has any grubs in it, gnaw a hole and hook out the grub using the freaky middle finger! watch the video k it's really freaky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kpkXHX_7ju0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kpkXHX_7ju0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-6617098836244591057?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/6617098836244591057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=6617098836244591057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/6617098836244591057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/6617098836244591057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2009/02/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-8894966976438929312</id><published>2009-02-03T01:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T02:11:18.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and here it goes again..</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.. yes I haven't been updating for some time.. why why why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that it &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; my charger which was spoilt.. It was my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;laptop&lt;/span&gt;!! Arg.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sent my laptop for repair this noon cause I couldn't do so due to the cny hols the past week.. *Sobz* It will be a week or so before I get it back =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; lost &lt;/span&gt;without my laptop earlier.. I still have loads of work due.. Hopefully I can get my lappy back in time to finish up those.. If not I'm envisioning my group mates kicking me out from the group.. Hehe.. jus kidding.. I'll find a way no matter what.. ai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till I update again.. hope everyone had a nice hols last week.. and may the coming weeks be great for all of us.. amen? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this cool video of a pool filled with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;non-newtonian fluid&lt;/span&gt;.. I was so fascinated by the documentary bout it on discovery.. yes u may label me a nerd I'm not bothered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f2XQ97XHjVw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f2XQ97XHjVw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-8894966976438929312?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/8894966976438929312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=8894966976438929312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/8894966976438929312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/8894966976438929312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-here-it-goes-again.html' title='and here it goes again..'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-3305212100811835438</id><published>2009-01-23T00:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T02:56:46.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boohoo</title><content type='html'>The reason this space is not updated for some time is because my idiot laptop charger &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;kaputted&lt;/span&gt;! Like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;! Grrr.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so lost without my laptop.. I've 3 pending lab reports which I was hoping to finish up before CNY but now it just seems impractical.. sigh.. not to mention I'm missing so many episodes of my fav series..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually didn't realize the effect of the absence of my laptop till I had some trouble sleeping few days after =P heheh.. or then again maybe cause I was kinda anxious bout my upcoming tests.. and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;assignments.... &lt;/span&gt;*gasps*... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and my coming thesis after this sem... &lt;/span&gt;*gasps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being back in cheras and devoid of entertainment &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(thnks to my kaputted laptop)&lt;/span&gt;.. I suddenly felt &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; realizing that my piano skills kinda went down the drain due to lack of practice.. aihz.. and then I felt &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; even more realizing that I don't have any time these days to take pleasure in any of my fav past times.. =( like reading... I haven't touch a book in months already.. *emo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly can't wait for this year to be over already.. I know it hardly began yet.. T_T Oh well........ I'll pull through with God's help..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I always kind of prefer &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;practical&lt;/span&gt; gifts instead of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;sentimental&lt;/span&gt; ones &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(though I treasure both tremendously)&lt;/span&gt; .. but when the person constantly gives practical gifts it gets a lil annoying to me.. likewise the opposite.. I really pity my future bf la.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;cny shopping&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yay!)&lt;/span&gt; last weekend.. I kinda walked alone scouting round pyramid.. Actually I came with a guy friend who was doing last minute shopping as well but we kinda got pretty restless waiting for each other to get our own stuffs.. One thing I prefer shopping with guys is they won't dilly dally when scouting for items.. Cause when I really shop &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(exclude social shopping)&lt;/span&gt;, it will give you an impression that I'm on a walking marathon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While choosing nail polish colour...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: This looks similar but which one would you prefer? The red or pink one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;AA: *stressed*.. Which one is RED or PINK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing bout shopping with the opposite sex is somehow we'll end up annoying each other at certain times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; redye-ing&lt;/span&gt; my hair again today.. then I changed my mind to my original plan of leaving it to grow out cause I kind of miss my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; black hair.. so bear with me k.. I know my hair is kinda unsightly with 2 tones of colour now.. I just realized how obvious it was till I saw this photo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*courtesy of wunnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SXiqPqhleMI/AAAAAAAAAks/a-Wma2vf5ww/s1600-h/pic1.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/_9T7W1tyajvY/SXiqPqhleMI/AAAAAAAAAks/a-Wma2vf5ww/s400/pic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294168548063934658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eek! It's pretty obvious isn't it!&lt;br /&gt;Can I request for the flash to be turned off from now on =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*rolls eyes* Oh well.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;faster grow out la hair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.. HOpefully the shop allows me to exchange my charger.. and HOpefully I'll be able to finish all pending work before CNY.. If not I'll have to drag my laptop to my kampung.. boohoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.. don't miss me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;QONG XI FA CAI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-3305212100811835438?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/3305212100811835438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=3305212100811835438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/3305212100811835438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/3305212100811835438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2009/01/boohoo.html' title='boohoo'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SXiqPqhleMI/AAAAAAAAAks/a-Wma2vf5ww/s72-c/pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-7609124355995027807</id><published>2009-01-13T17:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:42:10.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleeping time!</title><content type='html'>That's what I usually say after my last class of the day.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do sleep &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;a lot &lt;/span&gt;to preserve my energy.. =P&lt;br /&gt;To illustrate how much sleep I need let me quote what Cal usually says bout me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Normal people sleep for 8 hours.. Jac stays &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;awake&lt;/span&gt; for 8 hours.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LoL.. I need my sleep la.. =S Would be cranky if I lack sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wassup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothin much besides being massively&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; disappointed&lt;/span&gt; with my new timetable.. In addition to having 8am classes 4 out of 5 days.. I'm expecting &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sat&lt;/span&gt; classes as well.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*SwobZ*&lt;/span&gt;.. And seeing that my Mon class starts at 8am too, I'll have to go back to cheras on Sundays.. Sigh.. what's new in life isn't it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I watched...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SWuAIwHlTTI/AAAAAAAAAkM/D2Paxkq6Xtc/s1600-h/ipman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SWuAIwHlTTI/AAAAAAAAAkM/D2Paxkq6Xtc/s200/ipman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290463075120794930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's really&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; good&lt;/span&gt; wei! =) If you know chinese &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;history&lt;/span&gt; well, you'll know that yip man was actually a martial arts supersifu and during the Japanese occupation of China he was invited to train the Japanese troops in which he refused.. One of his most celebrated disciple is the famous Bruce Lee but this movie depicts his life during the WW2 era so bruce lee didn't appear of course.. There were several cute moments in the movie and donnie yen managed to capture the character very well.. Highly recommended even if you don't like kungfu movies.. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I watched...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SWuI_g9yk7I/AAAAAAAAAkc/KUsfT3IzxqU/s1600-h/yesman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SWuI_g9yk7I/AAAAAAAAAkc/KUsfT3IzxqU/s200/yesman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290472812039017394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My goodness I couldn't stop &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;laughing&lt;/span&gt; from the beginning till the end.. It is thAt funny!.. Everything from jim carrey's expressions to his antics are so hilarious I can laugh right now just thinking bout the movie.. Nothing much to say bout this movie but just go watch it cause it's worth it too really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note.. I was just wondering that day whether it's possible to tell one's&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; character&lt;/span&gt; just by reading one's&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; blog&lt;/span&gt;?.. A blog is something I consider not personal anymore since it's published for the whole world to read.. and I'm sure I'm not the only one who think so.. I do have a personal blog where I blog bout my innermost thoughts and life.. So nope, I don't think it's likely to know a person just by his or her blog.. Either it's a facade, or it's just a small tiny-winy part of the person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog serves as a venue where &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I rant bout my life, movies I like, occurrences, updates on my life, thoughts here and there&lt;/span&gt;.. it really doesn't speak much bout me unfortunately.. so if you think you know me well just by reading all these you may want to reconsider.. Whatever I post here mostly are what everyone already knows bout me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.. So looking forward to CNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qong Xi Qong Xi! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-7609124355995027807?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/7609124355995027807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=7609124355995027807&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/7609124355995027807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/7609124355995027807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2009/01/sleeping-time.html' title='sleeping time!'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SWuAIwHlTTI/AAAAAAAAAkM/D2Paxkq6Xtc/s72-c/ipman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-512491594737438398</id><published>2009-01-04T20:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T02:14:48.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear (2008) Jaclyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The year passed by so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;quickly&lt;/span&gt; you won't even realize that it ended.. In the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;beginning &lt;/span&gt;of the year you'll be struggling with an issue and it's gonna cause you to have a very bumpy up and down ride throughout the year.. and sad to say you'll be carrying forward the issue in the next year but hey.. one good thing is you'll be able to learn and mature a lot due to this.. You'll believe it's not just by chance this is happening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in your life and at the beginning of the year, you'll get into trouble with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;authority&lt;/span&gt;.. big time.. this will almost cause you to be brought to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;station&lt;/span&gt; and having your parents called up.. but no worries, being 21 you'll be able to handle the situation well.. or so you think.. though you should remember to thank your dear friend for dragging you away and apologizing on your behalf after some intense exchange of words between the police and you.. Though you may think it's not your fault and the police is being unreasonably threatening, you will not repeat the same stupid mistake again for the rest of the year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the typical Jaclyn you are, you just have to do extremely &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;badly&lt;/span&gt; for one paper which caused you to be aware that you should put in much more effort as the years of your studies go by.. (p.s. don't forget that you'll be graduating after next year ok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason you'll decide to dye your hair in the shade of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; which caused it to be the talk of the town.. But no worries cause the colour will fade away after awhile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll learn to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;treasure &lt;/span&gt;people around you more and make the effort to spend time, though limited, with them.. Somehow you'll suddenly learn how to handle difficult personalities that annoy you to the max in the past.. thus renewing some good friendships in the process..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;sis &lt;/span&gt;won't be available 24/7 for you as she's moving to Singapore and it'll be some time before you accept that fact.. You'll find that you were rather dependent on her on many things and after awhile you learned to be independent yourself.. You'll be happy with that fact.. Your prayers that your sis will do very well and will gain favor from people above her will be answered.. more than you anticipate.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be thankful and grateful for everyone who celebrated your&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; 21st&lt;/span&gt; with you.. Even some who you didn't anticipate to do so.. On your birthday itself, typical drama-queen you would decide to make a silly decision and this will cause you to shed &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;tears &lt;/span&gt;on your 21st.. but oh well, at least it's a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;'memorable'&lt;/span&gt; birthday.. and obviously after a year from now your sense of humour is the same.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will step &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; of your comfort zone several times and this will cause you to be more confident and secure as a person.. You'll learn to trust your own decisions as well.. At the end of the year, you'll reckon that you're one step ahead towards being the person that God wants you to be, regardless of what everyone else thinks.. cause God knows you the best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll start your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;internship&lt;/span&gt; near the end of the year which once again dragged you out of your comfort zone because you'll be doing something you kinda despise, which is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;sales&lt;/span&gt;.. though your title is '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;nutritionist&lt;/span&gt;', the main objective of the company of course is not for you to provide valuable advice to people but to gain profit for them.. duhh.. It'll be a bittersweet experience for you and though you may think you have not put in enough effort throughout this duration, you'll be surprise to find out that your manager actually gave a pretty satisfying evaluation for you.. =) good job!.. heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it's the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;end of 2008 &lt;/span&gt;and this time you will not insist in celebrating every occasion splendidly.. cause firstly, you will not have the time to do so and secondly, somehow you will feel too old to enjoy the crazy crowd when counting down to the new year as you did last year in klcc.. A small gathering with friends and loved ones seem more appealing to you now.. You'll be very apprehensive of the year ahead but hey.. don't worry too much as God will be watching over you.. as always =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2009 Jaclyn&lt;br /&gt;4/1/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-512491594737438398?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/512491594737438398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=512491594737438398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/512491594737438398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/512491594737438398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-2008-jaclyn.html' title='Dear (2008) Jaclyn'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-8750585216536344318</id><published>2008-12-29T23:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T08:50:02.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year so soon..</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of updates.. Have been&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; busy&lt;/span&gt; and still &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt;.. and about to be&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; busier&lt;/span&gt;.. There you go, that basically sums up bout my life.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually my internship's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yippie!)&lt;/span&gt;.. The company let us off &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;early&lt;/span&gt; =) Bless the manager.. Was busy due to Christmas.. last minute shopping, performance practices, auditions.. No I didn't perform k, was doing PA as usual.. So yea my weekends were practically booked each week.. Sorry bout some spontaneous gifts, hehe.. I shopped only the day before Christmas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SVkse4pDrxI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Fnhgfm6X21U/s1600-h/DSC04476.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/_9T7W1tyajvY/SVkse4pDrxI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Fnhgfm6X21U/s400/DSC04476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285304546808278802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mid Valley won best Christmas deco for the 2nd consecutive year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I find the clown face a lil scary though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent christmas day resting and going to the movies, ahh.. so the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;relaxing&lt;/span&gt;.. I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;the day the earth stood still&lt;/span&gt;.. Please don't watch that in the cinema cause it's so not worth it.. hmm.. should have watched&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Ip Man&lt;/span&gt; since I've heard good reviews bout it.. Ya know I don't know why they decided to fix such a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;title&lt;/span&gt; for the movie.. I mean I know it's really a direct chinese pronunciation but didn't they consider how a chinese-illiterate person would read that? (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I pronounced it as I-P man before this and reckoned it to be a silly movie..) &lt;/span&gt;Anyway will be watching next week so will let y'all know how it is k =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently soo so sooo &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt; with this game right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SVkiut_YgPI/AAAAAAAAAj8/70Cwb2frecY/s1600-h/Nfs_undercover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SVkiut_YgPI/AAAAAAAAAj8/70Cwb2frecY/s320/Nfs_undercover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285293823710757106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually I rarely play games cause I find it to be a waste of time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(unless those which stimulate the mind)&lt;/span&gt;.. But yea,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; racing&lt;/span&gt; games is my biggest  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;weakness&lt;/span&gt; and I couldn't stop playing it since my bro got his new psp.. I spent like 3 days in a row playing like a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; nutcase&lt;/span&gt; till I've to force myself to stop at 50% completion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Self control&lt;/span&gt;.. something I'm going to soo work on this coming year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aish.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;New year&lt;/span&gt;.. Whenever I think of what's in store this new year I can almost feel the burden pressing down on my shoulders already.. Anyways.. whatever happens.... I just know, that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You will pull me through&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K have to go off right now cause 2mr's a long long day.. Will try to update whenever I can k.. In the mean time, check out this&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; emo-to-the-max &lt;/span&gt;chinese song that I'm currently lovin.. It's about a girl who betrayed her guy.. So emo! Eh &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;EVE &lt;/span&gt;since your chinese so good now translate for me la.. I heard the lyrics very nice.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/is5y4sk1Xno&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/is5y4sk1Xno&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-8750585216536344318?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/8750585216536344318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=8750585216536344318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/8750585216536344318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/8750585216536344318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-so-soon.html' title='New Year so soon..'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SVkse4pDrxI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Fnhgfm6X21U/s72-c/DSC04476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-2854983004757886060</id><published>2008-12-15T23:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:30:19.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I so need time to rest..</title><content type='html'>So I had the day &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;off&lt;/span&gt; today ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I kinda wasted the whole entire day by&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; over-sleeping&lt;/span&gt; which made me even more tired than I was previously..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for my hair to be normal again.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I find it still lookin weird from a visit to a very enthusiastic hairstylist earlier this year.. of course that was the first &amp;amp; my last time visiting her).. &lt;/span&gt;That's one of the reason I'm clippety clipping my hair all the time these days..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me of the time I dyed my hair &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;almost blonde&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;near my birthday this year.. Thank God the color subsided after awhile.. Phew.. I remember making an SOS call to cal the very day screaming &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I look like a lightbulb!!!"&lt;/span&gt;.. Cal is like my emergency-case solver.. That's one of the reason I like people with dominant temperament.. Maybe cause I grew up with one too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember everyone's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;shocked&lt;/span&gt; reaction the next day when I went to uni.. HahAha.. The girls were being very nice by not commenting much bout my hair.. The guys, well as always straight forward to the core.. Making a big fuss, not holding back their &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;stunned&lt;/span&gt; emotions.. The funniest reaction was leslie who started speaking japanese when he ran into me..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; " *Gasp!!* Nandesuka???!"&lt;/span&gt; LoL.. funny laa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I worked at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pavilion&lt;/span&gt; last week.. Felt a lil exposed at first cause they placed the promotion area &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;outside&lt;/span&gt; the pharmacy for the first time.. After awhile I got used to it and kinda took pleasure feasting my eyes on some wonderful fashion.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chic work wear,  flowing dresses, stylish suits&lt;/span&gt;.. ahhh =) Made my working days all the more enjoyable staring at people passing by.. loL.. and you wonder why I favor checking out girls.. Btw there's no need to consider going shopping in pavilion.. Heck, even the char kuey teow there costs&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; rm7&lt;/span&gt; okayy.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*pissed*&lt;/span&gt;.. I survived on freaking buns the whole entire week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the movies..... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; While deciding on which movie to watch..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;AA: Let's watch quantum solace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;BB: Hm.. How bout twilight? I heard it's quite nice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;AA: But I've never even heard bout it before.... What is it bout?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;BB: It's bout a love story between a vampire and a human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;AA: Since when you like love stories?... Quantum solace is nice too.. There's alot action in the movie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;BB: .. It's jus full of actions.. Don't the vampire and human story sounds interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;AA: em.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess which is me?... I am AA and BB is my mr &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;macho&lt;/span&gt; guy friend who wants to watch the vampire and human story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess which one we ended up watching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SUaJkjSSZ8I/AAAAAAAAAjk/LO56RUSKDDU/s1600-h/twilight-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SUaJkjSSZ8I/AAAAAAAAAjk/LO56RUSKDDU/s320/twilight-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280058874178725826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes.. being the very nice accommodating friend I am we watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;twilight&lt;/span&gt;.. Which wasn't all that bad ya know despite turning out to be a very typical chick-flick.. Erm.. the conversations between characters are mediocre and some parts are even funny when they aren't supposed to be.. One good thing is the main actor looked gothicly &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SUaMtypPgeI/AAAAAAAAAjs/Tyj2pT4uWhA/s1600-h/robert+pattinson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SUaMtypPgeI/AAAAAAAAAjs/Tyj2pT4uWhA/s320/robert+pattinson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280062331455242722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't he kinda too good looking to be a vampire... -.-&lt;br /&gt;and where are the fangs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's coming &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Christmas &lt;/span&gt;y'all =) I intended to take pictures of the deco every place I worked at but alas, I don't have the energy or time to do so.. So here's the only one I took from&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; the gardens&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SUaOEHTM31I/AAAAAAAAAj0/vVqR5nWLenc/s1600-h/gardensdeco.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/_9T7W1tyajvY/SUaOEHTM31I/AAAAAAAAAj0/vVqR5nWLenc/s400/gardensdeco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280063814468689746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pretty ain't it? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Merry be-earlied Christmas everyone! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/28930120-2854983004757886060?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/2854983004757886060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=2854983004757886060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/2854983004757886060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/2854983004757886060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-so-need-time-to-rest.html' title='I so need time to rest..'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SUaJkjSSZ8I/AAAAAAAAAjk/LO56RUSKDDU/s72-c/twilight-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-9165342194781925272</id><published>2008-12-08T22:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:10:24.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that article</title><content type='html'>Sometimes in life we've to make tough decisions. In life as we grow older we learn through experience. Experiences that will alter your state of mind. Things that seem so important to you at first doesn't matter that much any longer. And no matter how hard it is a decision always has to be made.&lt;p&gt;It's so cruel.. But it is reality.. Or is it?.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/ST01qfCO8ZI/AAAAAAAAAh8/z5x43VV2VN4/s1600-h/flowergirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/ST01qfCO8ZI/AAAAAAAAAh8/z5x43VV2VN4/s320/flowergirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277433342349734290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Things you were primed to believe from your younger days seem inapplicable in the present.. Principles, matters you deem to be right seem irrelevant all of a sudden..&lt;p&gt;And sometimes you can't help but to ask God.. &lt;i&gt;Why am I put in this position?..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll always remember the day.. the day I had to accept the fact that fairy tales really do not exist..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt.. it's inevitable..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-9165342194781925272?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/9165342194781925272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=9165342194781925272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/9165342194781925272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/9165342194781925272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/12/that-article.html' title='that article'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/ST01qfCO8ZI/AAAAAAAAAh8/z5x43VV2VN4/s72-c/flowergirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-778755686103771764</id><published>2008-12-03T11:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T11:32:44.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wrong timing?</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone.. It's &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;11.20am&lt;/span&gt; right now and I'm still stuck at my headquarters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I always have the tendency to be at the wrong place at the wrong time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today when I was supposed to go up to collect something for just a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;few minutes&lt;/span&gt;, hell broke lose and people started arguing over me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great.. Now I can only anticipate where are they gonna dump me next..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can't colleagues work in harmony for once?... This is not the first place I've worked at and it wasn't all that pleasant the last time too..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it gonna be like this everywhere?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*chills*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-778755686103771764?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/778755686103771764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=778755686103771764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/778755686103771764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/778755686103771764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/12/wrong-timing.html' title='wrong timing?'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-8132853183391312400</id><published>2008-12-01T23:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:22:04.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haisyoooo</title><content type='html'>That's my reaction after encountering some &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;obnoxious&lt;/span&gt; people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoyingly obnoxious people it's almost&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; funny&lt;/span&gt; every time they do something offensive.. Yea I usually can't hold myself from laughing cause it's just about amusing how they can act sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she accidently &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I hope)&lt;/span&gt; said something odious to the poor innocent old man I was counseling I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;froze amidst shock&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;When she openly insulted me indirectly to her superior I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;rolled my eyes&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;When she scare customers with her boisterous ways I can't help but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;giggle&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she tried to teach me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;common courtesy&lt;/span&gt;.. I really can't help but to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;laugh out loud&lt;/span&gt;.. LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all people &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; is trying to teach me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;civility&lt;/span&gt;.. HeheH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even more she dared say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"They didn't teach you all these in uni right? Nowadays I tell you teenagers don't know manners"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard that coming out from her mouth it was nearly unbelievable I burst out laughing straight away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haisyoooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people I tell you.. can be sooo obnoxious &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's almost funny&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-8132853183391312400?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/8132853183391312400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=8132853183391312400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/8132853183391312400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/8132853183391312400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/12/haisyoooo.html' title='haisyoooo'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-2498552497827111388</id><published>2008-11-24T23:02:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:39:04.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here it goes again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;AA: Eh can you speak chinese?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: Sorry I can't...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;AA: Ohhh you baba mixed is it??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: .............................. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*smiles politely*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a routine I go through every other day.. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even bother answering now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're starting to make me feel incompetent.. It's like I ought to be able to do something but I can't.. Seriously hate that feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.............. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*positive thoughts*&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*positive thoughts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company's allowing us to end our training early =) So I'll most probably be off from the 28th onwards.. This with my Christmas hols as well! Weee...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SSrWddFxKvI/AAAAAAAAAhM/KjHngZ5FWfo/s1600-h/christmasdeco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SSrWddFxKvI/AAAAAAAAAhM/KjHngZ5FWfo/s320/christmasdeco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272262115303959282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the reasons I love going about during&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Christmas &lt;/span&gt;time is cause I adore the deco everywhere.. So far due to my busy busy life I've only saw &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;the garden's&lt;/span&gt; deco.. Thought it was rather &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;unique&lt;/span&gt; with greens, pretty flower bushes and huge white bird cages.. Though it was only a small part at the first floor, nothing fancy.. Sorry no pics, I was rushing back from work.. Probably will snap some soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SSrkJqiiUII/AAAAAAAAAhc/j-cgF3aQWeA/s1600-h/snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SSrkJqiiUII/AAAAAAAAAhc/j-cgF3aQWeA/s320/snowman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272277168479686786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with mr.snowman at the curve last year..&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;Lately I feel like I'm going in circles due to a matter I've put off for some time.. =( I don't like being indecisive like this but it really is that hard to make a decision.. and I'm lost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now to bed.. Love my comfy bed with fluffy pillows &amp;amp; my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pinky&lt;/span&gt; comforter.. Ahhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Joke of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not bald. I'm merely taller than my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Interesting fact of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Without its lining of mucus, your stomach will digest itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hope this entertained you for few secs.. loL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have good nights ahead everyone.. Hey we've loads of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;public hols&lt;/span&gt; during &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;dec &lt;/span&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;To what extent would you go to ensure someone you care bout so much stays happy always.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-2498552497827111388?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/2498552497827111388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=2498552497827111388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/2498552497827111388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/2498552497827111388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/11/there-it-goes-again.html' title='here it goes again...'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SSrWddFxKvI/AAAAAAAAAhM/KjHngZ5FWfo/s72-c/christmasdeco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-8714457351428917340</id><published>2008-11-22T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T01:38:34.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you betting on?....</title><content type='html'>It's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;1am&lt;/span&gt; now and I'm waiting for my crazy hair to dry.. Yea I just bathed don't ask why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;5 &lt;/span&gt;more weeks and I'm done with my internship.. Honestly can't wait.. Though I really enjoy a job something like this where I'm in constant interaction with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(nice people.. there are some not nice people out there too! hmph!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to learn &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;mandarin&lt;/span&gt; this coming year no matter what.. You'll see.. I'm so fed up of people asking whether I'm Chinese or not just cause I don't know any dialects.. And nO I'm not mixed japanese just cause of my tiny winy eyes.. yeesh.. Anyways I intended to learn all along and this just gives me more reason to do so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a sad boring life right now =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was offered a free movie this Sun and I can't even accept the offer cause I know I'll definitely fall asleep in the cinema after church and some performance practices.. See how serious the situation is? Me Jaclyn actually rejected a free movie!.. For those who know me well I am a movie maniac la that's why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo I'll just tidur with my hair a lil wet la.. whatever migraine or what not bothered now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually to tell you the truth I've never had a considerably bad headache my entire life, come to think of it.. The ones where you're sick doesn't count..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes it's work again tomorrow and yes it's a Saturday... Boohoo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-8714457351428917340?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/8714457351428917340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=8714457351428917340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/8714457351428917340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/8714457351428917340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-are-you-betting-on.html' title='What are you betting on?....'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-8905689447734650454</id><published>2008-11-17T23:14:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:24:02.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>y does this always happen to me..</title><content type='html'>yea I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt;.. agaiN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda know where I got this sickness from.. Hmm.. But the main point is my immune system doesn't seem to be working lately I don't know why.. It's just so annoying to have a runny nose =( My whole face feels swollen, headache too probably due to inflamed sinus or something.. Arg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I'm based in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;caring, mid valley&lt;/span&gt; so do come visit if you pass by =) Cause I'm so bored over there.. The location is kinda bad and there aren't many customers.. Plus I'm doing the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;BMI test&lt;/span&gt; this week which I'm not exactly fond of.. Though I might be straight forward to a certain extent, it's still uncomfortable for me to tell people they're&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; fat&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;overweight&lt;/span&gt;.. So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unprofessional&lt;/span&gt; of me isn't it =( Still prefer the vitamin test, it's more interesting in many ways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm gonna sleep now, the earliest I'm sleeping I think in months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;pharmacy I went to last week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SSGRUBsWXbI/AAAAAAAAAgc/kIMo4k09s8w/s1600-h/work3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SSGRUBsWXbI/AAAAAAAAAgc/kIMo4k09s8w/s320/work3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269652812238052786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at the amount of stocks they have!&lt;br /&gt;Gawsh some people thought it was actually a warehouse or something..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SSGR5tru7rI/AAAAAAAAAgk/UziQZdVAJFg/s1600-h/work4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SSGR5tru7rI/AAAAAAAAAgk/UziQZdVAJFg/s320/work4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269653459701788338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't see properly cause of the reflections but that's the lift I was talking bout in my previous post..&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SSGUoJmGnqI/AAAAAAAAAg0/xcVUSeCyOpY/s1600-h/work5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SSGUoJmGnqI/AAAAAAAAAg0/xcVUSeCyOpY/s320/work5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269656456491605666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me at work =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SSGVNHRrO0I/AAAAAAAAAg8/TvwQ2A-_dMo/s1600-h/work2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SSGVNHRrO0I/AAAAAAAAAg8/TvwQ2A-_dMo/s320/work2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269657091524213570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me working?&lt;br /&gt;nah.. I actually got the worker there to act with me in this pic.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;Miss them la.. Thanks to all of them my BM improved tremendously in just a week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;12am&lt;/span&gt;! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANNE!! =) You can now join me with the 2 in front of your age!.. *HugZ* Love ya babe.. Hope you're not bored of bread by now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it's now my zzz time and my nose is killing me.. Sigh.. May I survive this week.. Health &amp;amp; boringness-wise...&lt;br /&gt;Hav good nights ahead everyone...!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention before that my fav time of the day is at night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SSGXHU-466I/AAAAAAAAAhE/K3f_bruXQ98/s1600-h/moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SSGXHU-466I/AAAAAAAAAhE/K3f_bruXQ98/s320/moon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269659191147555746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is actually a pic of the moon I took last week.. lol&lt;br /&gt;I know la bad quality, it's my cam hp u see..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm starting to think with my heart again.. and I'm not exactly keen of it.. cause somehow my brain makes the better decisions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, time will tell.. as always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-8905689447734650454?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/8905689447734650454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=8905689447734650454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/8905689447734650454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/8905689447734650454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/11/y-does-this-always-happen-to-me.html' title='y does this always happen to me..'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SSGRUBsWXbI/AAAAAAAAAgc/kIMo4k09s8w/s72-c/work3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-904729542788369439</id><published>2008-11-12T23:36:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:11:04.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's just work..</title><content type='html'>Can't imagine the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; I've to deal with everyday.. From the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;health conscious&lt;/span&gt;, to the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; unbelieving&lt;/span&gt;, to the&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; smarty pants who try to prove you wrong&lt;/span&gt;, to the plain &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;unbothered&lt;/span&gt;, to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;those who presume you just wish to sell your products&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are those who has &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;selective hearing&lt;/span&gt;.. Tell them their diet is good and they're happy.. Tell them they're insufficient of certain nutrients and they'll dispute that fact.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;/span&gt; What's the point of wanting to find out about your health if you just want me to tell you the things that you wanna hear huh??.. duhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there goes the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;cross-examining&lt;/span&gt; about my credibility..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Are you a qualified nutritionist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which I'm not actually, to obtain the title you've to really specialize in that area)&lt;/span&gt;.. So what do I answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"I study food science &amp;amp; nutrition"&lt;/span&gt;.. And they won't ask a 2nd time for fear of sounding stupid.. Hey c'mon, in the first place I wouldn't dare advising anything I'm unsure of lest there're legal actions as my christmas presents.. And hey I actually go home each day finding out answers which I couldn't provide to the customers throughout the day ok.. Gimme a break la gawsh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw I'm working at&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; AA pharmacy&lt;/span&gt; this week and heck, that pharmacy is darn &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt;! It's one of the biggest and I dare say richest pharmacy I've seen.. There's a friggin&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; LIFT &lt;/span&gt;in the pharmacy yo! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Thanks supervisor for placing me in this pharmacy..) &lt;/span&gt;As this pharmacy has&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; all&lt;/span&gt; the supplements from brand A to brand Z, patrons frequenting here usually are those with intent to purchase  supplements which makes my job easier and more interesting =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;procedure &lt;/span&gt;is usually me conducting the test, me revealing the analysis which more often leads to disbelief from the customer&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (which I've learnt to put it in a nicer, more comforting way so that they won't have a panic attack so easily)&lt;/span&gt;, and me advising on products they should take..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual happening is the customer taking in all my advices before cabuting quickly, trusting my advices but a lil skeptical bout the products I recommend, basically they just have freaking a lot of questions to ask and I don't blame them.. Hey it's their health afterall.. If it were me I might ask thousands more questions than they do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today after a tiring, non-stop day of talking bout nutrients&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Heck I even sms-ed my mum asking her what time will she be in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;ZINC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.. loL, it is supposed to be carrefour)&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was packing up my stuffs when I've a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;last customer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;who wants to check out his nutrient levels.. He looks like a nice slightly elderly uncle.. So there goes the usual procedure.. blah blah.. and after I reveal the analysis, explain a lil bout the nutrients he was lacking.. guess what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Ok.. so I'll take one bottle of your supplements..*smiles*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without question.. without skepticism.. without doubt! and I haven't even recommended what he should take.. wow.. For a sec I was in fact astounded and blanked off awhile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he really trusted me and appreciate the service I gave him =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me trot back home a very gleeful person =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to really nice customers like that, I feel that my efforts at the end of the day was worth it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SRsQRXlzcLI/AAAAAAAAAgU/5A82LEWaiQM/s1600-h/work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SRsQRXlzcLI/AAAAAAAAAgU/5A82LEWaiQM/s320/work.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267822079716323506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me &lt;s&gt;at work&lt;/s&gt; after work..&lt;br /&gt;Do I look like a nutritionist already? hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was kinda doubtful whether I'm doing my job right or not but since the pharmacist from the pharmacy I worked in last week said she'll call the office to request for me  for the next promotion, I guess I'm doing something right ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-904729542788369439?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/904729542788369439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=904729542788369439&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/904729542788369439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/904729542788369439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-just-work.html' title='it&apos;s just work..'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SRsQRXlzcLI/AAAAAAAAAgU/5A82LEWaiQM/s72-c/work.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-6027401978929923581</id><published>2008-11-10T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T00:22:29.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tiredness..</title><content type='html'>I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;very tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So tired&lt;/span&gt; I fell&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; asleep&lt;/span&gt; in KFC waiting for my dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So tired&lt;/span&gt; that when I woke up I just feel like&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; bursting into tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I'm able to sleep at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;12am&lt;/span&gt; and that's an improvement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel VERY &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;exploited&lt;/span&gt;.. though I find the experience benefiting.. The travelling part is such a turn-off.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly I kinda like my job though.. The amount of different people I meet is more than my last 2 years combined.. LoL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job scope is basically conducting tests and advising people on what supplements they should consume.. I'll elaborate more bout my work next time =) It's something like a nutritionist-cum-promoter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just wanna sink in my bed and disappear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw I conducted a vitamin test on a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; transsexual &lt;/span&gt;the other day and for a moment I really hesitate on how to acknowledge him/her.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Hi siRrr..miiisssS!"&lt;/span&gt; .. loL..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-6027401978929923581?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/6027401978929923581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=6027401978929923581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/6027401978929923581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/6027401978929923581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/11/tiredness.html' title='tiredness..'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-8972054222395176772</id><published>2008-11-03T00:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T04:12:56.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo-fying..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rant alert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. I'm starting my internship &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;.. 6 days a week with unsatisfying pay, just great.. One good thing is I'll be able to learn something isn't it =) Trying to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;optimistic&lt;/span&gt; heree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but today is just an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;emo-fying&lt;/span&gt; day.. Besides meeting up with my darlings which was the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;highlight &lt;/span&gt;of the day =)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's always great meeting up with you all, sorry for my busyness the past few weeks k..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably I'm a lil apprehensive bout tomorrow.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Internship&lt;/span&gt;, it's another phase of my life.. Was discussing today bout how time past even&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; quicker&lt;/span&gt; as we &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;age&lt;/span&gt; and there's no such thing as&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; free time &lt;/span&gt;when you start working.. It was just the day before WL was telling me how &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;routine&lt;/span&gt; was his working life..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;"After work, the only thing you can do is just to go home and rest.. and it's the next day already!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise, or rather not, that's the exact thing jen told us today.. Arg.. I need to practise good time management from now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*Looks around my room*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even given my room a makeover yet..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *sobz*..*emo*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays I just feel like whatever I do is never enough.. There is always more.. and each time I take a step into accomplishing anything more there are always&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; hindrances&lt;/span&gt;.. Anyway that's life isn't it.. At times I just feel like plunging onto my bed and scream &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"I don't care anymore!!!"&lt;/span&gt;.. But then I realize I can't stay on my bed forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We've to wake up sooner or later.. Just a matter of time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Alexander&lt;/span&gt; yest and this is going to be the first war movie I actually&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; dislike&lt;/span&gt;.. Yeesh, I know Alexander was an alcoholic and all but to portray him as some&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; emotional nutcase&lt;/span&gt; like that?? Found it rather &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;defaming&lt;/span&gt;.. He is nevertheless a great leader considering the respect and obedience he commanded from his soldiers.. Have you heard of the story bout the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;cliff&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;So Alexander was journeying towards India alongside his troops when he encountered a certain walled city.. There he demanded for the king to surrender immediately but was scoffed by the king as he was in fact outnumbered by the king's army.. Alexander then commanded his loyal troop to line up facing the cliff and ordered them to march ahead!.. One by one and without dissent, his soldiers march off the cliff to their deaths till he instructed them to stop.. Not surprising, the King surrendered right away after witnessing the incident..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this story really amazing.. You know I always contemplate whether &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Alexander&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Genghis Khan&lt;/span&gt; was a greater leader.. One almost conquered the whole &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt; while the latter is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;only one&lt;/span&gt; who had an empire which continued to expand vastly for over a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;generation&lt;/span&gt; after his death.. What do you think?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really like this quote in the movie: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"A king is not born, he is made.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways at the end I do believe&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that a great leader is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;not what he shapes himself to be, but what he shapes others to be&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;What's the point if you're all great and mighty but you're not inspiring others in any way isn't it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, you know sometimes I do prefer my guy friends&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (note sometimes)&lt;/span&gt; over my girl friends.. Reason?.. Girls just take everything tooo personally.. You babes reading this.. For a moment, won't you even consider that not everything is about you?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; ever put my friend&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;on the table&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;as a topic &lt;/span&gt;for discussion in front of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; else.. Furthermore, I'm not so stupid to do so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going for my training tomorrow.. I really hope and do pray that my outlet's manager would be a nice understanding one.. Oh well, we'll see larrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still haven't brush up on my nutrition subjects! Ahhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*faints*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nitez everyone and may we all survive the week, lolz =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-8972054222395176772?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/8972054222395176772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=8972054222395176772&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/8972054222395176772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/8972054222395176772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/11/emo-fying.html' title='emo-fying..'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-1188250130149277956</id><published>2008-10-30T02:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T02:41:51.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Deepavali!</title><content type='html'>I want to dye my hair &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;! Not now though =P.. The next time I feel like dyeing again.. After it grows long long and thick thick!&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo.. The weekend passed so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;quickly&lt;/span&gt;.. Was great listening to the many stories my sis has regarding her working life.. It all seems so exciting and dramatic.. Lolz.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glad you're having fun over there la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And that's one of the reasons I'm fond of&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; working life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(besides earning your own income)&lt;/span&gt;..  the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;drama&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;intensity&lt;/span&gt;!.. I'm sensing that my internship is gonna be a mundane one though.. =( Will be starting work next week, gawsh.. I haven't had proper rest yet ya know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of my days running errands for my mum&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (I know.. me good daughter eh =P)&lt;/span&gt;, meals and catching up time here and there.. and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; sleep&lt;/span&gt;! Oh gawsh I've never experience such carefree sleep in a long time.. Happy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Hm.. you know on another note each time I feel happy and carefree I'll have this inkling that something is up.. Am I overlooking anything?... Hm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited those rottweiler puppies last week, they're really tiny and haven't opened their eyes yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SQiWD8amrwI/AAAAAAAAAa8/922REk5phTc/s1600-h/rottweiler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SQiWD8amrwI/AAAAAAAAAa8/922REk5phTc/s320/rottweiler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262621159083912962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div try="" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SQiWDuNf4HI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cnCdrp8rZoA/s1600-h/puppies.jpg" align="center"&gt;The proud mama! Took me some time to befriend her so she won't eat me alive..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SQiWDuNf4HI/AAAAAAAAAa0/cnCdrp8rZoA/s320/puppies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262621155270844530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: "If I kill a rat and put in there you won't notice the diff would you?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SQiUiP6nOvI/AAAAAAAAAak/d3Weoae3Yko/s1600-h/mepuppy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SQiUiP6nOvI/AAAAAAAAAak/d3Weoae3Yko/s320/mepuppy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262619480691260146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know why my face is soo the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; in this pic..&lt;br /&gt;Anyways cute eh the puppy?&lt;br /&gt;Note the sticking out tongue.. hee hee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SQiUiangENI/AAAAAAAAAas/O3hcKj8V8Ig/s1600-h/puppy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SQiUiangENI/AAAAAAAAAas/O3hcKj8V8Ig/s320/puppy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262619483563888850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Closeup of the little one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SQiWXE9WKUI/AAAAAAAAAbE/6vLkOuS5AM4/s1600-h/dsc00034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SQiWXE9WKUI/AAAAAAAAAbE/6vLkOuS5AM4/s320/dsc00034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262621487794628930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Now are you sure thAt is not a dead rat?"&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;The puppies are so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt;.. Me likey.. But they all are gonna grow up to be a big buffalo like their mum.. Not a great fan of rottweiler though I admire their intelligence most of the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much which isn't really a bad thing.. I've discovered recently that straightforwardness does has its advantages ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was having this debate the other day about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;patience&lt;/span&gt;.. Patience as the bible says, when someone slaps you, turn your other cheek to that person.. Now what if a person constantly takes advantage of you? Would you draw the line and say&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; no&lt;/span&gt;! Or do you have enough patience to leave things as they are and consent to those people.. It's my nature to resent others taking advantage of me but I won't exactly hate them for it because well, we all have flaws.. I have my irritating side too I'm sure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other person has a different definition of patience than I do.. Her take was to allow that person to continuously takes advantage of her without saying anything whatsoever.. In which I totally &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;disagree &lt;/span&gt;of course.. I think it's fine to allow that person to continuously takes advantage of you especially if you care for him or her.. But to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;keep quiet&lt;/span&gt;??.. Hey that's kinda impractical..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My take of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;patience&lt;/span&gt; is to remain&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; calm&lt;/span&gt; and have no whatsoever &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;negative&lt;/span&gt; feelings towards that person.. You know actually if you get the idea that we're all different and imperfect, people don't seem that annoying afterall.. It all comes down to how you handle them.. However to just keep mum and not say anything seems insensible.. You have to speak up cause most of the time the person suppose that it's ok to do so and we're responsible to tell them otherwise.. Sure.. When someone slaps you, turn the other cheek.. but I believe it's ok to say &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Hey, you know what you're doing is wrong"&lt;/span&gt; .. We need to correct them and what's the point of waiting for others to do so?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.. straightforwardness definitely has its advantages..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going off to watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;movie&lt;/span&gt; now =) hee hee.. just lovve holidays.. Hey it's coming to the weekend everyone.. Cheer up! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Joke of the week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While sitting in the car with... I shall name him AA..&lt;br /&gt;At the corner of my eye it seems like AA was rubbing himself inappropriately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; (ugh.. what on earth is he doing?? Is he touching what I'm thinking?...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*Few minutes went by and he was still rubbing himself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: WhY are you touching your..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;AA: Huh?.. *Lifts up his shirt revealing his new wide-screen hp that he was wiping*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: ................handphone... oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;AA: HAHAHA.. What the hell you think I'm touching??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: NothhiinnG....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-1188250130149277956?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/1188250130149277956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=1188250130149277956&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/1188250130149277956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/1188250130149277956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-deepavali.html' title='Happy Deepavali!'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SQiWD8amrwI/AAAAAAAAAa8/922REk5phTc/s72-c/rottweiler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-1048845257172544751</id><published>2008-10-23T03:12:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:53:41.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>h-o-l-i-d-a-y</title><content type='html'>YES I am officially on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;H-O-L-I-D-A-Y&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a week plus at least.. Sigh, I seriously have to make full use of the little free time I have now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I just realized that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sats&lt;/span&gt; were booked with occasions since the past few weeks and will carry on being that way for the coming weeks.. loL. What do I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Oct - Grace's bridal shower &amp;amp; Joe's 21st&lt;br /&gt;11th Oct - Genting trip with ex-colleagues&lt;br /&gt;18th Oct - Relative's wedding&lt;br /&gt;25th Oct - Sis coming back for the weekend! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Shopping time =P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Nov - Grace's wedding&lt;br /&gt;8th Nov - CF's Annual Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawsh.. No wonder I don't even have the time to visit eric's newly arrived &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;rottweiler puppies&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SP9boicvfII/AAAAAAAAAYM/UBorwRWTMVs/s1600-h/dsc00019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SP9boicvfII/AAAAAAAAAYM/UBorwRWTMVs/s320/dsc00019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260023641792281730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;9 altogether&lt;/span&gt;! Way to go mummy rottweiler!..&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately one of it died cause the mother accidentally&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; slept&lt;/span&gt; on it..&lt;br /&gt;Alammaakkksss...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Is that even possible... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SP9bn-M7CXI/AAAAAAAAAYE/eVxPNIedz5M/s1600-h/dsc00018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SP9bn-M7CXI/AAAAAAAAAYE/eVxPNIedz5M/s320/dsc00018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260023632062253426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Very the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;kecik&lt;/span&gt; isn't it?..&lt;br /&gt;I shall take clearer pics of these little ones when I visit them one of these days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When eric told me one of his dogs gave birth I was like&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"wot?... again ar?!"&lt;/span&gt;...Since the past 2 years I knew him this is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;4th&lt;/span&gt; time he's saying that to me.. loL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SP9e7OcipwI/AAAAAAAAAYU/kdL5Rt5WQAQ/s1600-h/cuteboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SP9e7OcipwI/AAAAAAAAAYU/kdL5Rt5WQAQ/s320/cuteboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260027261375129346" 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;This was me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;last year&lt;/span&gt; with his Maltese puppy&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SP9fb8-UOUI/AAAAAAAAAYc/N3PhYgMcOB0/s1600-h/cuteboy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SP9fb8-UOUI/AAAAAAAAAYc/N3PhYgMcOB0/s320/cuteboy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260027823620634946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The cutest so far was the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Chow Chow &lt;/span&gt;puppies but unfortunately I don't have any pics of them.. I shall start taking pics of all the puppies he has from now on.. and probably in a few years time I can make an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;album&lt;/span&gt; out of them.. loL.. His dad was a vet btw and thats why there're all sorts of dogs in his house all the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Happy or not hsio?? No more cat pics in my blog =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We celebrated Hsio's b'day at Chili's yest and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;surprise &lt;/span&gt;worked out =) Heee! I love surprises.. It's one of those times where I can lie and actually feel happy bout it.. Haha! I'm officially &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;bankruptcy&lt;/span&gt; now due to 3 of my dear friends whose birthdays fall on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;same month&lt;/span&gt;.. gawsh.. Budgeting time it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(pics taken from wunnie's blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SP9jSDQEM2I/AAAAAAAAAYs/KTUT7m2qEhM/s1600-h/wunbday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SP9jSDQEM2I/AAAAAAAAAYs/KTUT7m2qEhM/s400/wunbday.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260032051553514338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Wun&lt;/span&gt;'s surprise 20th bday earlier this month..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the surprise was me and cal getting her to Samosa's where her college friends were already waiting with her cake(s).. Was rather exciting as I've to coax her to eat there while coming up with all kinds of excuses for anne's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;disappearance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(she was already at Samosa's!)&lt;/span&gt;.. Surprise worked extremely well as wunnie was still &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;blurred &lt;/span&gt;when everyone started singing the Happy Birthday song.. HahA.. I'm proud of my acting skills ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SP9oWz8_a2I/AAAAAAAAAY0/l6RpVq-5BL0/s1600-h/wunbday2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SP9oWz8_a2I/AAAAAAAAAY0/l6RpVq-5BL0/s400/wunbday2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260037630904462178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all of us that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not much pics as I wasn't the camera person.. hehe.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glad to have known you so far wunnie =)&lt;/span&gt; My uni life would have been indescribably horrific if I hadn't.. Seriously man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Joe's bday&lt;/span&gt; but that busy lady haven't had the time to send me her pics yet so I'll blog bout it another time =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Hsio's bday&lt;/span&gt; again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SP9rLeFLqfI/AAAAAAAAAY8/otm5n5aFJtM/s1600-h/hsiocake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SP9rLeFLqfI/AAAAAAAAAY8/otm5n5aFJtM/s400/hsiocake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260040734589561330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So the surprise was getting her to be a good girl and follow us to Chilli's where &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;anne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(once again!) &lt;/span&gt;carried out her disappearing act.. LoL.. Funny la, anne is just great at disappearing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; suspicion.. So it was me, wunnie and hsio waiting at Chili's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(unfortunately cal couldn't make it that day) &lt;/span&gt;while anne went off to buy her cake and gift..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SP9tkfGM6rI/AAAAAAAAAZE/zsuy7NjO93M/s1600-h/hbday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SP9tkfGM6rI/AAAAAAAAAZE/zsuy7NjO93M/s400/hbday1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260043363382258354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me with Bday babe Hsio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SP-GDGevhHI/AAAAAAAAAaE/v_G0Fw_QM8k/s1600-h/hbday2copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SP-GDGevhHI/AAAAAAAAAaE/v_G0Fw_QM8k/s400/hbday2copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260070277629314162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SP90yl5-CaI/AAAAAAAAAZU/M5au93lK3FY/s1600-h/hbdayfood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SP90yl5-CaI/AAAAAAAAAZU/M5au93lK3FY/s400/hbdayfood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260051302309562786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There you go.. We're food science students who &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;eat &lt;/span&gt;what we &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;wanT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SP916KGtxqI/AAAAAAAAAZc/6VIVAZfp4kw/s1600-h/cakenbrownie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SP916KGtxqI/AAAAAAAAAZc/6VIVAZfp4kw/s400/cakenbrownie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260052531797411490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hsio's cake.. the brownie on the right was given with compliments from Chili's for bday ppl =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SP94j_Zbr4I/AAAAAAAAAZk/ynLcpaCPiiY/s1600-h/hbday3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SP94j_Zbr4I/AAAAAAAAAZk/ynLcpaCPiiY/s400/hbday3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260055449500888962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We thot the right pic was rather funny..&lt;br /&gt;You can just imagine wunnie saying "Peekaboo!" Hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending with my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;fav pic&lt;/span&gt; of&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; us&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SP95Upy8U6I/AAAAAAAAAZs/c_nz5-gfZig/s1600-h/hbdayus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SP95Upy8U6I/AAAAAAAAAZs/c_nz5-gfZig/s400/hbdayus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260056285515895714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't we all look so happy?&lt;br /&gt;That's cause the so-very-nice manager was counting slowly..&lt;br /&gt;1.. 1&amp;amp;1/2.. 2.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager was really very nice towards us that day, joking with us, offering to take our pics and stuffs.. Just love nice people like that.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent the whole entire day watching &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;shows&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;movies&lt;/span&gt;.. Ahhhh, just basking in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;rare&lt;/span&gt; holiday vibe it almost felt&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; foreign &lt;/span&gt;to me.. I'll spend the whole entire day tomorrow &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;reading&lt;/span&gt; and probably giving my room a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;makeover&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(also means tidying it)&lt;/span&gt;.. Hehe.. It's not all that messy k, just notes everywhere thanks to my continuous exams the past week.. And &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;sis &lt;/span&gt;will be back for the weekend!! YeaY =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, I'll try to blog more often too now that I've additional free time in my hands.. Also hoping that my internship would be a tolerable one where I can learn loads and loads..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SP9-8wrxrQI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/F92aKWJVDsw/s1600-h/DSC03826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SP9-8wrxrQI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/F92aKWJVDsw/s320/DSC03826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260062472117792002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's almost like every single time I return to my hometown and there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; niece or nephew! I'm feeling oolldd a lil..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;This is Winnie's daughter you know eve! Did you know that she was even pregnant ar.. gawsh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everyone's having babies and I don't even have a bf yet! Ahh should I be worried?....&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;Anyways have a good night everyone! Christmas is nearing =P hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-1048845257172544751?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/1048845257172544751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=1048845257172544751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/1048845257172544751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/1048845257172544751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/10/h-o-l-i-d-y.html' title='h-o-l-i-d-a-y'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SP9boicvfII/AAAAAAAAAYM/UBorwRWTMVs/s72-c/dsc00019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-6451310429019451585</id><published>2008-10-15T03:25:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T04:58:58.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short update</title><content type='html'>Genting was&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; fun&lt;/span&gt;! =) Enjoy spending time with my ex-colleagues, I think they're a bunch of people who knows how to balance between both work and their social life.. Of course there are those who have too much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; which isn't a good thing as well.. Ya know, some things you just have to give up with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;age&lt;/span&gt;.. You can't stay young and crazy forever can you?.. We all have to grow up and be matured some day =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the genting trip was drinking ice-blended choc at coffee bean's outdoor area at 2am.. Lol, just try that =P.. Thank God I didn't get sick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. I'm feeling pretty &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; lately due to a matter I presume it's my own doing.. =( Sometimes I just feel like I unconsciously love to torture myself.. But.. I'll be able to overcome this obstacle cause I've been through it before.. unfortunately... I seriously loathe when unfortunate circumstances repeat itself, especially ones where you deem to be controllable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm a firm believer that:&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; time it happens, well it's unforeseen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Second&lt;/span&gt; time, it may be a coincident....&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;third&lt;/span&gt;!... and something is not right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A third time will always make me go crazy at least for awhile.. Anyways this particular incident I consider a 2nd so hopefully with time, I'll be my fine carefree cheerful self again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post up loads of pics of everything when I get my hands on them..&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/_9T7W1tyajvY/SPT4BtaDNlI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Md0QaTIvRgY/s1600-h/genting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SPT4BtaDNlI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Md0QaTIvRgY/s400/genting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257099373300627026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Night scene of the outdoor theme park..&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/_9T7W1tyajvY/SPT4XpmgkTI/AAAAAAAAAX8/gGoVXGFEn6o/s1600-h/rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SPT4XpmgkTI/AAAAAAAAAX8/gGoVXGFEn6o/s320/rainbow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257099750236262706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rainbow after a storm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wonder whether it's possible to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;next&lt;/span&gt; to a rainbow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One day... one day I'll find it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and when the day comes, I'll just.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-6451310429019451585?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/6451310429019451585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=6451310429019451585&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/6451310429019451585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/6451310429019451585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/10/short-update.html' title='short update'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SPT4BtaDNlI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Md0QaTIvRgY/s72-c/genting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-4038183563157895258</id><published>2008-10-06T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:27:01.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh......</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you really wonder why things happen to undeserving people like that.. when so many other freaking people are killing themselves with alcohol and drugs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........... I'm speechless, I really am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're in our thoughts and prayers always... Hope to see you well soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-4038183563157895258?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/4038183563157895258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=4038183563157895258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/4038183563157895258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/4038183563157895258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/10/sigh.html' title='Sigh......'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-2990249153774429439</id><published>2008-10-06T12:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:46:39.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hectic week ahead!</title><content type='html'>Assignment due &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;2mr&lt;/span&gt;, thank God it's done.. lol.. Bad thing is I'll be the one &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;presenting &lt;/span&gt;it.. Yeesh, I seriously hate to present, it's just plain.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;annoying&lt;/span&gt; to say the least..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid term paper this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;wed&lt;/span&gt; and finals for one of the subjects on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sat&lt;/span&gt;.. and straight after that I'll be going&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; genting&lt;/span&gt;.. Didn't wanna go on this trip at first since I know I'll be so the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt; after my final paper to really enjoy myself, but heck since I've already told them I'll be joining, guess I'll just go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt; Cause unlike some people I'm one who &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;keep my words&lt;/span&gt;.. and I despise people changing their words and assuming it's some petty matter.. Well it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;! And if really there isn't a choice and you've to shift from what you originally uttered, then just freaking be&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; honest&lt;/span&gt; bout it ok?.. Be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;direct&lt;/span&gt;, people are not so stupid nowadays to obliviously fall for your manipulation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It makes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; doubt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your credibility, makes me change my perspective of you even if I seriously don't want to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyways that's your problem.. Just don't play that trick on me again cause in the future I'm not gonna let it just slip past to preserve our relationship..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently two of my favourite babes, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Wunnie&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Joe&lt;/span&gt; celebrated their &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;birthdays&lt;/span&gt;! =) Will blog bout it one shot when I get the photos from both parties k..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be blogging till I come back from genting.. Till then, enjoy these&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; cuutteee&lt;/span&gt; pics I took of the kittens I mentioned living downstairs at my condo.. The mother wasn't around so I got to play with them awhile, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SOnqvbUQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAXU/i1z4zhr6310/s1600-h/cutey1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SOnqvbUQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAXU/i1z4zhr6310/s400/cutey1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253988540811890802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;Don't you just feel like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;squashing &lt;/span&gt;this cute little thing??&lt;br /&gt;This is my fav one of the bunch! Cause it was so daring to greet me when I approached all of them.. I named him/her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Cutey&lt;/span&gt;! Yes I know, me being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;creative &lt;/span&gt;with names again -.-&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/_9T7W1tyajvY/SOnsxiNvwQI/AAAAAAAAAXk/HablT4aNRxQ/s1600-h/kittens1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SOnsxiNvwQI/AAAAAAAAAXk/HablT4aNRxQ/s400/kittens1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253990776046600450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Left&lt;/span&gt;: playing with cutey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Right&lt;/span&gt;: The other more timid siblings but very the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt; too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SOnuCG7qEpI/AAAAAAAAAXs/taoIEkjziSI/s1600-h/kitten2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SOnuCG7qEpI/AAAAAAAAAXs/taoIEkjziSI/s400/kitten2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253992160292377234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Left&lt;/span&gt;: One of the timid siblings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Right&lt;/span&gt;: Cutey again! Look he.. or she is smiling! He/she loves me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea I'm a real animal lover if it's not obvious by now.. Recalled my ambition during my younger days of being a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; marine biologist&lt;/span&gt;.. Lol, I was in fact rather &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;determined&lt;/span&gt; to achieve that ambition of mine but unfortunately the prospect of such job in Malaysia is pretty bleak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Har har&lt;/span&gt;! Was reminded also the other day of something silly &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;little me&lt;/span&gt; did in the past! Being a true animal lover since young, I tried&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; hatching an egg&lt;/span&gt; by wrapping it around a blanket and keeping it in my wardrobe!.. Lolz.. Eh I kept it for bout &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;half a year&lt;/span&gt; in my cupboard you know! thank God it didn't smell putrid when I broke it by accident.. hahA!.. Remember that or not &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;eve&lt;/span&gt;?? We plotted that together didn't we?.. Or was it my own silly idea.. lolz, gawsh.. Farneee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.. Let's hope I'll last through the week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, do take care ok.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-2990249153774429439?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/2990249153774429439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=2990249153774429439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/2990249153774429439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/2990249153774429439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/10/hectic-week-ahead.html' title='hectic week ahead!'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SOnqvbUQ0HI/AAAAAAAAAXU/i1z4zhr6310/s72-c/cutey1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-8515699792479185435</id><published>2008-10-04T13:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:05:18.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by simonella =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="body"&gt;1. At what age do you wish to marry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- 25 is ideal for me.. i need to find a bf 1st of course.. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your most favourite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- watching series! Movies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you have a close close close friend since childhood who loves to take away whatever you like, including guys/girls, and he/she always wins, will you still consider him/her your friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- well if she always wins that's not reli a prob but take whatever I like.. that's a prob rite.. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you give up in return to eat all you want in the world and not get fat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- wats so important bout eating?.. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- travel the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- obviously not rite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- loved ones..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When was your latest best moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- crap, I can't think of any at d moment.. sad case..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If there’s someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- erm don't think so lar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- ttaallll, friendly, &amp;amp; a good chit-chatter =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- basic stuffs wud be sensible &amp;amp; hygienic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is the thing that will make you think he/she is bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- hmm.. ppl with vengeance scares me so I guess ppl lidat are bad.. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- food tech stuffs but not specific yet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Is anyone really perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- echo simon's quote.. nooooo way =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you had a choice to be rich or happy, which one would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- happy la, richness can't buy happiness can it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you have a chance, which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- I think I'm a little cold at times, wud change that part..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who is the person that you can share all your problems with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- close ones..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If someone had found a path to immortality to be bestowed upon you in exchange for one of your abilities, would you take it, and what would you sacrifice for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- no way.. who wants to live forever? that's so freaky..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is the best thing that had happened in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-8515699792479185435?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/8515699792479185435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=8515699792479185435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/8515699792479185435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/8515699792479185435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-by-simonella-p.html' title='Tagged by simonella =P'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-5004041834514004645</id><published>2008-10-01T02:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T05:38:01.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My gawsh izit hols already??</title><content type='html'>Heeee =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's not really a genuine holiday due to my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;midterm&lt;/span&gt; this coming sat.. nonetheless it's a time of rest.. time to rejuvenate.. the past weeks have been &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;, but I sense that I'm getting really accustomed to uni life.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(like finally?)&lt;/span&gt;.. Haha.. One thing good bout our tough uni life is probably that we're being primed for our even tougher &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;working&lt;/span&gt; life..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; where holidays don't even exist and weekends are the only time you can really sleep in&lt;/span&gt;.. lol.. I no wanna workkk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw I got the job for my&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; internship&lt;/span&gt;.. Surprise surprise, the job is akin to a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;nutritionist&lt;/span&gt;.. My work would be to advise people on what&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; supplements&lt;/span&gt; to consume.. Lets hope I don't kill anyone huh?.. Lol, kidding lar.. I'm gonna brush up on my nutrition subjects before I actually start working of course.. And they provide training too!.. Thankfully, cause the responsibility of dealing with people's&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; health&lt;/span&gt; got me worried a lil.. Hello, it's life and death matter here.. Eeep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't keen of the job at first but given that I might be interested in joining a company dealing with supplements in the future, I guess it's only the right option for me to just stick with them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, do you know what I really extremely&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; can't stand&lt;/span&gt;??.. When people think they're&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; right &lt;/span&gt;all the time.. I know I know, I might be a lil young to comprehend certain things and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt; I do admit that you grow &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;wiser&lt;/span&gt; when you age.. However, who says we young people are not capable of having our own mindset or making our own decisions?.. Besides, isn't it even better a choice to apprehend one another and to find a middle ground where we can work well with one accord?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Cause we all have our own opinions but that doesn't make either one of us wrong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do nOt tell me that it's obvious I do not understand when I disagree on something.. I am capable of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;understanding&lt;/span&gt; loads of things all right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe certain things we've to take a step &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ourselves&lt;/span&gt; to learn, to improve, to ascend.. We're not kids anymore and seriously we do not need discipline in everything we do.. It should be as a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;choice &lt;/span&gt;instead.. and if ever one of us make the wrong choice, then we shall just face the consequences of it.. And that's how we learn in&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; life&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; nOt&lt;/span&gt; by making all the wrong choices of course, but actually learning to make all the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; ones.. If we're guided in every single aspect of our life, we'll have limited room to learn ourselves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike some people, I do not like to be pushed and my opinions not considered at all.. and I do not tolerate such things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-5004041834514004645?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/5004041834514004645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=5004041834514004645&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/5004041834514004645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/5004041834514004645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-gawsh-izit-hols-already.html' title='My gawsh izit hols already??'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-9144425508288831629</id><published>2008-09-26T11:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T12:49:21.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a Fri noon y'all!</title><content type='html'>Do you know what's the greatest commandment God has for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'And you shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your mind, and with all your strength.' This is the first commandment. "And the second, like it, is this: 'You shall love your neighobor as yourself.' There is no other commandment greater than these."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark 12:30-31&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I believe there's no coincident God puts that first 2 most important commandments together.. Surely we all love God no doubt.. But many a times we forget to love others as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There should always be a balance.. and to love others is to care, to understand, to be concern bout other's needs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cause we're all God's people.. but that doesn't make us God's robots.. God intend for us to love &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt; as well as &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;others&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; we should..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-9144425508288831629?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/9144425508288831629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=9144425508288831629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/9144425508288831629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/9144425508288831629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-fri-noon-yall.html' title='it&apos;s a Fri noon y&apos;all!'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-7090608155454013014</id><published>2008-09-26T00:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T11:31:41.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't wait till end of oct..</title><content type='html'>Can someone just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wake me up when September ends...&lt;/span&gt; Oh wait it's coming to the end already so no point.. Hee, I'm just so lame =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seeriously think &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;working&lt;/span&gt; is less stressful though more tiring than &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;studying&lt;/span&gt;.. I don't mind the weariness of working, just really &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;dislike&lt;/span&gt; the anxiety and tension being a student......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeesh.. and nothing is more&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; irritating&lt;/span&gt; than having an assignment which you're totally &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;blurred &lt;/span&gt;of.. Nevertheless, with each step taken into accomplishing the end of the annoying assignment, my mood lightens up gradually =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was actually a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; great&lt;/span&gt; week for me despite having a test and straight after that, we had to work on this assignment.. Why great??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly the erm...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'crucial time' &lt;/span&gt;finally resides in the past and totally gone from my wonderful serene life.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Yippie&lt;/span&gt;!.. I've never in my entire life been this stressed out before though I reckon I'm able to handle pressure a whole lot better now in contrast to the past.. Sorry for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;obscurity &lt;/span&gt;of the incident.. Hehe.. Some things I just don't fancy exposing to the whole world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;actually makes me a very good &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;secret-keeper&lt;/span&gt; =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was asked why I do&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; not &lt;/span&gt;usually seek help/counsel when facing a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; problem&lt;/span&gt;.. Especially one that affects my&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; mood&lt;/span&gt; noticeably.. Lolz, actually it's rather simple to alter my sulky mood by just:&lt;br /&gt;- telling me something interesting&lt;br /&gt;- bring me any sort of animals &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(especially &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt; ones!.. I held a snake the other day in uni &amp;amp; it was soo darn cute!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a joke perhaps? not too lame ok or I'll &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;snap&lt;/span&gt; at you =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;subject&lt;/span&gt;.. Found it rather interesting cause I myself did not notice that I act  as such during &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;difficult&lt;/span&gt; times.. I know most people especially girls &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(note &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;most &lt;/span&gt;ok, I'm not saying all).. &lt;/span&gt;would run straight to anyone close enough to them when encountering any sort of problem or crisis.. Especially one that's mind-boggling and involves some &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;distress&lt;/span&gt;.. but somehow I don't find that it helps much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;distracting&lt;/span&gt;.. Talking bout it with someone during the occurrence itself stirs up your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;emotions&lt;/span&gt;.. Have you ever seen someone looking fine and everything seems ok one moment.. and the next instant the person breaks down uncontrollably after bringing up the troubles they're going through.. Which is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;all right&lt;/span&gt; actually, I'm not saying that there's anything wrong with that.. As they say, it's better to let your emotions flow and not bottle up everything isn't it?.. And you'll feel better after that as well.. Hm.. it doesn't work for me that way though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me it's really &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;distracting&lt;/span&gt; setting my emotions free like that.. I bet I'll still be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;emo-ed&lt;/span&gt; bout it the next few days when I can actually be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;calm &lt;/span&gt;in the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; first&lt;/span&gt; place, and think of a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;solution&lt;/span&gt; to the problem I'm going through instead.. Then to consider whether there's a need to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;consult&lt;/span&gt; from someone else.. And if there is, I'll make sure to straighten out everything initially despite the chaos, so as to ensure the person has a clear picture of what's happening.. in a way to erm.. optimize the advices they give..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe... I think toooo much don't I... Lolz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably that's one of the reason you don't see me bawling my eyes out often.. That I can tell you is a pretty rare sight.. And if there are times when I do &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;wail&lt;/span&gt; like the world is ending, please do &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; bother comforting me ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; joke&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt; I find is the most comforting act one can do.. for me at least.. Lolz.. A big &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;hug&lt;/span&gt; would be good too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;subang &lt;/span&gt;tonight due to an interview for my internship tomorrow.. Do pray =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newest addition to the Ooi family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SNuWZjwa9jI/AAAAAAAAAXE/GOH4d7yVBsU/s1600-h/fishy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SNuWZjwa9jI/AAAAAAAAAXE/GOH4d7yVBsU/s400/fishy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249955156469675570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its name is&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Fishy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ooi&lt;/span&gt; at the moment.. Lolz, I know.. just shows how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;creative&lt;/span&gt; I am isn't it.. Anyone wants to rename it?.. Cause I just can't imagine anyone calling me.. humany.. it's&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; horrible&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SNu6Z2ooU-I/AAAAAAAAAXM/jhVK7jzS21c/s1600-h/kittens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SNu6Z2ooU-I/AAAAAAAAAXM/jhVK7jzS21c/s400/kittens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249994743955870690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saw this really extremely the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt; family of kittens downstairs while going 2 the pasar malam yest.. Soo adorable isn't it??.. Look the mum uses one of her baby like a bolster.. hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone's doing well.. So so sooo &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt; bout my tight schedule.. Hey, I'm suffering here as well all right?.. You can't imagine =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to meet y'all soon enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time Stay well!.. Stay away from China food products!.. and.. Stay happy always =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-7090608155454013014?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/7090608155454013014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=7090608155454013014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/7090608155454013014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/7090608155454013014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/09/cant-wait-till-end-of-oct.html' title='can&apos;t wait till end of oct..'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SNuWZjwa9jI/AAAAAAAAAXE/GOH4d7yVBsU/s72-c/fishy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-5780420478003218953</id><published>2008-09-17T20:42:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T17:38:11.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy..</title><content type='html'>Sorry bout the lack of updates, it has been a pretty &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;busy, sick&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;week&lt;/span&gt; for me.. Sick as in literally too =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor me had &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;high fever&lt;/span&gt; the past week during the weekdays.. On the third day battling the fever, I decided I had enough and scurried back to &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;subang&lt;/span&gt; to nurse myself.. True enough, I recovered immediately the next day!.. with the help of this newly discovered &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;med &lt;/span&gt;introduced by hh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SNFA2YVAGJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/jG9o1aLO2GI/s1600-h/hurix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247046343850989714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SNFA2YVAGJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/jG9o1aLO2GI/s320/hurix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;effective&lt;/span&gt; med I should say.. Worked really well on my&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt; flu&lt;/span&gt; so try it the next time your nose runs like the tap!.. cause nothing is more annoying than a&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt; flu&lt;/span&gt; isn't it.. lol.. My flu was so bad the skin on my nose was peeling due to me constantly blowing it.. Anyway I'm totally cured now with just&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt; cough&lt;/span&gt; left.. Was really relieved as I was afraid that I contracted &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;dengue&lt;/span&gt; considering the amount of mosquitoes around due to the rainy season..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is it me or is it getting kinda&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt; hot &lt;/span&gt;lately?.. yeesh, still prefer the soothing tapping sound of the rain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outdated pic of eve..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SNIeWIwtLCI/AAAAAAAAAW8/0jz64AjC574/s1600-h/eve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247289881497775138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SNIeWIwtLCI/AAAAAAAAAW8/0jz64AjC574/s320/eve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis&lt;/span&gt; was around for the &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt;, she looked more&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt; jap&lt;/span&gt; now with her very long black straight hair.. I asked her if she was going for the &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;gothic look&lt;/span&gt;.. hahA.. Got a mean stare shot back at me.. Had fun shopping with her &amp;amp; mum, just like the old days.. Unfortunately these moments won't happen that often any longer since it's rarely she's around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Hopefully I'll be able to visit Sing soon then you pay for my shopping there ok? hee!..&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;Did I mention how&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt; lost&lt;/span&gt; I felt when she first left for Singapore?.. My sis afterall has been my &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;ultimate problem solver &lt;/span&gt;ever since I was &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;tiny&lt;/span&gt;.. From studies, to relationships, to emergencies, or to any sort of crisis, she's the one I ran to cause she's just that &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; at resolving anything.. and she's one of the few people that can make it seems like there's just &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; a problem too big to be fixed.. Heck, even relatives call her up when things are not right.. Just tell her the sky is falling and she'll say &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;"It's ok"&lt;/span&gt; calmly.... and of course enlighten you on some ways to handle that situation.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I remember telling her how I felt more&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt; independent&lt;/span&gt; since she left.. Hehe.. Computer skills shot up, relationships sorted out, not much drama happening around and even when there is, I'm trusting my own decisions with few consultations here and there.. cause&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt; few&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;opinions&lt;/span&gt; are always better than &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; isn't it?.. I still rant to my sis bout the stupidest matters of course.. That she's stuck with no matter how far she is.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the so called &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;crucial time &lt;/span&gt;I mentioned in the last post have past.. and I really hope it freaking stays in the past.. Aiyo.. lets just say I didn't handle the situation well due to some unforeseen circumstances.. Gonna pray loads till it finally resides in the past..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafta stay back till Sat this week thanks to a test..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Can everything just fall into place for once....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how tense the day was, make sure you get a good, nice, wonderful night's rest.. and that just beats everything else yes?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-5780420478003218953?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/5780420478003218953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=5780420478003218953&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/5780420478003218953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/5780420478003218953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/09/busy-busy.html' title='busy busy..'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SNFA2YVAGJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/jG9o1aLO2GI/s72-c/hurix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-1454718146240242638</id><published>2008-09-05T22:20:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T03:12:15.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new sem.. new me?</title><content type='html'>It's a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;crucial &lt;/span&gt;time for me right now.. Partly cause I brought this&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; trouble&lt;/span&gt; upon myself.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Way to go lar Jac.. &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes I seriously seeeriously don't understand myself.. Yeesh.. Anyways there's no time to grudge away.. but there's always time for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;improvement &lt;/span&gt;yes? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;uni&lt;/span&gt; started.. Bye bye to mum's cooking &amp;amp; free newspapers =( I'm soo gonna be outdated once again.. Sigh.. Bye astro too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I joined &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;nuffnang&lt;/span&gt; weeks ago.. It's actually a blog advertising community, a first that's originated in Asia.. Really like the fact that the founders were just 2 regular students who came up with the brilliant idea over lunch and actually went through with it.. A little&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; determination&lt;/span&gt; goes a long way huh?.. One thing I really like bout nuffnang is the blogs of the many personalities &amp;amp; diverse minds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this space where the nuffnangers are able to share their personal posts displaying a vast range of topics anyone can come up with.. It's always intriguing blog-hopping &amp;amp; having a peek into the minds of all kinds &amp;amp; levels of people.. Also, you are able to vote if you're keen of the particular post.. It has been a habit for me to check out the top posts, assessing what interests people these days.. and so the 3 top posts few hours ago was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SMFo7kSoIPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/A56HZFYf8Ng/s1600-h/nuffnang.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SMFo7kSoIPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/A56HZFYf8Ng/s400/nuffnang.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242586813799342322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;theSe&lt;/span&gt; what interest people these days?.. What happened to blogs providing vital information?.. or a venue to express yourself?.. Or you know.. jus something with substance at least??.. Btw those posts are not literal of their titles.. They're jokes, which I don't even find funny at all =S &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you wanna vote at least vote for something worth a read.. Not generalizing, but it kinda portrays the mindset of teens nowadays.. What's with the obsession with&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; sex&lt;/span&gt;?.. You know probably it's not a big deal, but since everyone's soo &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;consumed&lt;/span&gt; with the topic it just influences everyone else.. Have you ever consider, if the majority of people are obsessed with.. for example science, more people would take up that interest as well isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like a nerd don't I.. lolz.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;/span&gt;.. anyway I'm not a guy &amp;amp; I don't have testosterone running through my body all the time.. but I believe it's controllable isn't it?.. We are after all created a notch above every other creature.. and only animals can't control themselves.. So here I conclude that&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; all rapists &amp;amp; molesters = animals&lt;/span&gt;.. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I'll probably write a post on how to prevent encountering animals in the ktm one of these days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna zzz now.. pics on the cpr the other day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SMF4lH4tLhI/AAAAAAAAAV8/GWAcszRRtsI/s1600-h/cpr1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SMF4lH4tLhI/AAAAAAAAAV8/GWAcszRRtsI/s400/cpr1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242604020403351058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This jus have to be one of the most&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; 'comforting'&lt;/span&gt; cpr ever.. Btw cpr stands for committee planning retreat.. But I find it more of planning than retreat every time.. It's fun though.. Was really cold but we all had comforters thnx to nally woooo.. Soooo the comforting.. hee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SMF6cB3IoSI/AAAAAAAAAWE/TJETf_1AI88/s1600-h/cpr2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SMF6cB3IoSI/AAAAAAAAAWE/TJETf_1AI88/s400/cpr2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242606063190581538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just us..&lt;br /&gt;Eh Jon &amp;amp; his sis has the same pose laa.. loL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mum's garden is flourishing well due to the rainy season presently..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SMF7XIAb3iI/AAAAAAAAAWM/nsUYqfylU_g/s1600-h/garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SMF7XIAb3iI/AAAAAAAAAWM/nsUYqfylU_g/s400/garden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242607078452485666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Preeettyyy&lt;/span&gt; isn't it!! Really &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; the garden right now.. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-1454718146240242638?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/1454718146240242638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=1454718146240242638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/1454718146240242638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/1454718146240242638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-sem-new-me.html' title='new sem.. new me?'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SMFo7kSoIPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/A56HZFYf8Ng/s72-c/nuffnang.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-40849051550757817</id><published>2008-08-28T13:53:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T16:55:30.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my break is semi finished already..</title><content type='html'>- &lt;s&gt;Cal's 21st&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;s&gt;G.O. Camp&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Orientation &amp;amp; CPR (29-30 Aug)&lt;br /&gt;- Uni starts (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;2nd Sept!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the &lt;em&gt;best &lt;/em&gt;part of all!!... I think I'm getting&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; sick&lt;/span&gt; =(.. And my whole body's still kinda sore from the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;obstacle course&lt;/span&gt; I went through =P.. That was fun, read on to find out what was it about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First event since my hols started was&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Cal's 21st&lt;/span&gt;.. Anne, Wun and I had fun shopping for few hours and caught a movie as well.. What movie was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SLUDlPiiTAI/AAAAAAAAATE/dQy7iwMCKPs/s1600-h/wall+e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239097679876869122" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SLUDlPiiTAI/AAAAAAAAATE/dQy7iwMCKPs/s320/wall+e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was acceptably nice, though I think it was a little over-rated on imdb.com.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Wall E&lt;/span&gt; is one of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;CUTEST &lt;/span&gt;movie I've watched ever =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were not much speech in the first half of the movie as Wall E is the only small &lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; reli cute! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;waste collecting robot&lt;/span&gt; left on earth to clean up the trash humans left behind. The humans on the other hand escaped to space as the living condition on earth was impossible to sustain them.. There were no plants left on earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one day a 'life-scouting' robot, Eve was sent to earth to detect the presence of any botanical species.. and being really lonely for a long long time, Wall E &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;fell in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with Eve!.. Hee, seriously watch the movie.. It's the cutest ever!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd was my Sis's Birthday as well.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy Birthday Sis! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hope you had fun on your birthday in Sing.. Will give to you your prezzie when you come back here k.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally finished shopping rather quickly and headed back to anne's house to change to our outfits for the party.. Reached the party near 9 and realized we were one of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;earliest&lt;/span&gt;.. Lol.. Oh the party was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Hawaiian-themed&lt;/span&gt;.. So my outfit that day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SLVAWQHLDeI/AAAAAAAAATM/irUVV9I3j04/s1600-h/pario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239164492541791714" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SLVAWQHLDeI/AAAAAAAAATM/irUVV9I3j04/s320/pario.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like a dress huh??&lt;br /&gt;It was actually a.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Pario&lt;/span&gt;! Waha!.. Love the design.. It was given by a friend =)&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;Some pics taken at the party:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239258561462040018" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SLWV5yJeddI/AAAAAAAAATU/NEaDAfk8OqU/s320/calsparty1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little to the left pls..... There picture perfect!&lt;br /&gt;Poor Chien Keat was dragged to camwhore with us.. lol!..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SLW28LvZEwI/AAAAAAAAAUE/-x7Nu0-SvUE/s1600-h/calsparty2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239294886575411970" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SLW28LvZEwI/AAAAAAAAAUE/-x7Nu0-SvUE/s400/calsparty2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anne lookin a lil.. &lt;em&gt;suggestive &lt;/em&gt;(hehe!)...There picture perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where's the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;birthday girl&lt;/span&gt;?? She was busy entertaining her many guests and cleaning up the place at the same time.. lol.. Anyway we managed to take a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;single&lt;/span&gt; pic with her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SLY_gsZf4sI/AAAAAAAAAVU/QjOGNo2Pcsg/s1600-h/withcal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SLY_gsZf4sI/AAAAAAAAAVU/QjOGNo2Pcsg/s400/withcal2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239445047398621890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I just had to look so squashed up.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SLWpcIOs3wI/AAAAAAAAATs/7pJuIGYogDc/s1600-h/calsparty3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239280042226016002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SLWpcIOs3wI/AAAAAAAAATs/7pJuIGYogDc/s320/calsparty3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some reli nice deco thingy and me in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Anne's room&lt;/span&gt; after the party.. We left bout &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;12am &lt;/span&gt;and the party just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;started&lt;/span&gt; can you believe it.. Anne was so nice to lend me her bed for the night while she slept in the living room, bless her sweetness..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I rushed for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;camp &lt;/span&gt;the very next day, actually I missed a day of camp to attend Cal's 21st, and missed out on the group photo!!.. Ai, but camp was a blast nevertheless.. Some pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venue: Broga Campsite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SLXDYcm_rJI/AAAAAAAAAU8/UipubW_GGmE/s1600-h/campview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239308566279466130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SLXDYcm_rJI/AAAAAAAAAU8/UipubW_GGmE/s400/campview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;1st pic:&lt;/span&gt; This was outside our dorms.. Place where we chill out &amp;amp; had our talks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;2nd pic:&lt;/span&gt; The deck overlooked this view.. Beautiful isn't it?..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SLW6-b16P6I/AAAAAAAAAUU/kRtU8XVD_BQ/s1600-h/selfcontrolgroup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239299323303968674" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SLW6-b16P6I/AAAAAAAAAUU/kRtU8XVD_BQ/s400/selfcontrolgroup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My group, named 'Self Control'.. That explains the seriousness of the 2nd pic.. But I guess joanna &amp;amp; jiawen 4got to control themselves.. hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SLW7PysHvoI/AAAAAAAAAUc/VhxtljLOy-I/s1600-h/waterbucket+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239299621494701698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SLW7PysHvoI/AAAAAAAAAUc/VhxtljLOy-I/s400/waterbucket+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank goodness I wasn't at the front row..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SLW8K3HrUpI/AAAAAAAAAUk/FML_fwyY340/s1600-h/campgirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239300636296303250" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SLW8K3HrUpI/AAAAAAAAAUk/FML_fwyY340/s400/campgirls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The camp gurls.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;1st pic:&lt;/span&gt; Ah Lian pose.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;2nd pic:&lt;/span&gt; erm.. pyramid pose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SLW-pmGZYCI/AAAAAAAAAU0/65_JPWBq5co/s1600-h/campguys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239303363326730274" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SLW-pmGZYCI/AAAAAAAAAU0/65_JPWBq5co/s400/campguys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;1st pic:&lt;/span&gt; Camp guys soccer picture.. And.. well guys being.. guys.. And you wonder why they always end up getting hurt.. gawsh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp is always a great way to get to know people.. Honestly I got to know more people in camp than the whole year combined.. Learnt a lot as well.. The speaker was&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; inspiring&lt;/span&gt;, learnt things I never knew from the bible.. The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;telematch&lt;/span&gt; was fun, glad my group won &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;1st&lt;/span&gt; ;).. So there was an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;obstacle course&lt;/span&gt; on Broga Camp, and since we paid for it, all of us participated in the course.. That explains the aches all over my body.. Thank goodness for the guys in our team, wouldn't have been able to complete the course being &lt;em&gt;height-challenged&lt;/em&gt; and having&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; 0&lt;/span&gt; upper body strength&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I'm down with a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; fever&lt;/span&gt; now.. and the thought of my uni starting next week just makes me even sicker.. Yeesh.. It's ok, I will &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;sustain&lt;/span&gt;! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on our own understanding; In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;- Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-40849051550757817?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/40849051550757817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=40849051550757817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/40849051550757817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/40849051550757817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-break-is-semi-finished.html' title='my break is semi finished already..'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SLUDlPiiTAI/AAAAAAAAATE/dQy7iwMCKPs/s72-c/wall+e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-4372698687014798938</id><published>2008-08-23T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T01:12:47.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy bZ</title><content type='html'>Sigh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a mistake which i deeply regret recently..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it's not too late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have this thought, that if you do &lt;em&gt;learn something&lt;/em&gt;, there's no such thing as 'too late'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this just seems hopeless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Father, please don't let it be so tough on me.. I'm still learning..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holidays are pretty much gone already.. Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;23/8 - Shopping for Cal &amp;amp; Attending Cal's 21st&lt;br /&gt;24/8 - 26/8 - G.O. camp in Broga campsite&lt;br /&gt;29/8 - 30/8 - CPR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my wonderful uni being really considerate bout the sufferings we endured during exams, decided to commence our classes on the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3rd of Sept&lt;/span&gt;!.. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Unbelievable&lt;/span&gt; isn't it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I really wanna do much better the next sem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there goes my hols.. aiks.. It's almost gone la.. or rather, gone already..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-4372698687014798938?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/4372698687014798938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=4372698687014798938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/4372698687014798938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/4372698687014798938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/08/busy-bz.html' title='busy bZ'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-8721128895982184665</id><published>2008-08-22T03:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T18:05:43.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shisha: safe.. or deadly?</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm free as a bird again! Waha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;=) Happiness&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; now.. But there are few stuffs I've to take care of during this short hols of mine.. Sigh, since when do things ever go smoothly huh?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways few weeks ago I visited this &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;middle eastern&lt;/span&gt; restaurant located at.... God knows where in &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt;.. This was actually my &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2nd&lt;/span&gt; visit to that area and yet I'm still  unsure of its locality.. Gawsh, it's situated some where in a housing area full of &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;bungalows&lt;/span&gt;, and there're a few middle eastern restaurants at one particular region.. Does that ring a bell anyone? Apparently it's quite a well-known place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the food there is.... &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;CrazY&lt;/span&gt;!.. I tried a simple nasi bryani with lamb and I dare say it's the best nasi bryani I've tasted.. The place's name is called &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Castle&lt;/span&gt;.. If you do pay a visit there, do try the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;tomato rice&lt;/span&gt;.. with &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lamb&lt;/span&gt;! They've nice lamb over there.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;!.. I tried &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;shisha&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SK3VaJyWlLI/AAAAAAAAASc/gmB36OEWLIc/s1600-h/shisha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237076586982184114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SK3VaJyWlLI/AAAAAAAAASc/gmB36OEWLIc/s200/shisha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SK3VAfNykfI/AAAAAAAAASU/vN4AyHfLyNk/s1600-h/shisha.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;harmless&lt;/span&gt; shisha everyone perceives of.. After all, it's just &lt;em&gt;flavored evaporated water&lt;/em&gt; isn't it? (At least that's what I thought it was, lolz)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually researched bout it after giving it a shot.. Shisha-ing was just &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to me though, nothing great really.. I had more fun attempting to form ''&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;"s with the fog than enjoying the shisha itself.. I don't really get why it's a growing trend around here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's so &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dangerous&lt;/span&gt; bout the shisha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Excerpts taken from wiki)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Studies have shown that a typical session of shisha consisting of 20-80 minutes exposes the smoker to considerably more smoke over a longer time period compared with a cigarette.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;While the water absorbs some of the nicotine in the tobacco smoke, the smoker can be exposed to enough nicotine to cause addiction (!!!). Furthermore, the water moisture induced by the shisha makes the smoke less irritating and may give a false sense of security and reduce concerns about true health effects..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other research shows that a 45 minute session of shisha smoking may deliver slightly more tar and carbon monoxide(around 5-10%) than a pack of cigarettes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Was pretty horrified when I read this.. Haha.. I quickly gorge down on fruits the next day.. Won't consider myself a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;health freak&lt;/span&gt;, but heck.. We're exposed to&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; enough&lt;/span&gt; multi-assorted &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;chemicals&lt;/span&gt; every-single-day all right.. Seriously, we don't need to pile on more chemicals than those already exposed to us each day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, please make the smart choice of being &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;conscious &lt;/span&gt;of what goes into your body people =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SK55toDI_vI/AAAAAAAAASs/ZPiXJ4DT8EM/s1600-h/calnthe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237257241430130418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SK55toDI_vI/AAAAAAAAASs/ZPiXJ4DT8EM/s400/calnthe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with hotties, Teresa and my roomie Cal in the arabian restaurant..&lt;br /&gt;Note my extremely clean plate, depicts how &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yummylicious&lt;/span&gt; the food was.. mmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-8721128895982184665?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/8721128895982184665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=8721128895982184665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/8721128895982184665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/8721128895982184665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/08/shisha-safe-or-deadly.html' title='shisha: safe.. or deadly?'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SK3VaJyWlLI/AAAAAAAAASc/gmB36OEWLIc/s72-c/shisha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-4130339446485874928</id><published>2008-08-12T15:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T15:39:58.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-study mode on-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jaclyn&lt;/span&gt; is currently having her&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; exams &lt;/span&gt;till the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;20th&lt;/span&gt;!.. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do pray for her ya =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SKE66AHmToI/AAAAAAAAASM/nHYSu4Ewxz8/s1600-h/reben.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233529010119921282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SKE66AHmToI/AAAAAAAAASM/nHYSu4Ewxz8/s320/reben.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute eh?&lt;br /&gt;My initial, so-called 'head-gear' for Isaac's open house head-gear party..&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, the guy's back and as crazy as ever.. loL&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;Isaac's new house's &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;master bedroom&lt;/span&gt; is as large as my &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;condo&lt;/span&gt;.. -.- And there's some sort of a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;runway&lt;/span&gt; with a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; mirror&lt;/span&gt; in front of it.. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happiness&lt;/span&gt; is his &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mum&lt;/span&gt; seriously.. Sweat.. Sorry no pics tho, I was buzy strolling up and down the runway.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K better get back to my notes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Procrastination&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-4130339446485874928?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/4130339446485874928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=4130339446485874928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/4130339446485874928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/4130339446485874928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/08/study-mode-on.html' title='-study mode on-'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SKE66AHmToI/AAAAAAAAASM/nHYSu4Ewxz8/s72-c/reben.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-2482850502244340908</id><published>2008-08-07T04:24:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:13:37.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God of this City..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d61LamkXfwk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d61LamkXfwk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An inspiring song originally sung by the band Bluetree..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;History of the song: Bluetree was visiting and praying over the city of Pattaya, a popular sex destination in Thailand.. While in the city, a bar manager in need of a band invited them to play in his bar.. And so they did, singing praises unto the Lord for hours along with the Thais even though the thais didn't know exactly what they were singing.. And there itself God inspired this song... and they started singing.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the God of this city..&lt;br /&gt;You're the King of these people..&lt;br /&gt;You're the Lord of this nation..&lt;br /&gt;You Are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the light in this darkness..&lt;br /&gt;You're the hope to the hopeless..&lt;br /&gt;You're the peace to the restless..&lt;br /&gt;You Are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no one like our God..&lt;br /&gt;There is no one like our God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;For greater things have yet to come..&lt;br /&gt;And greater things are still to be done in this city..&lt;br /&gt;For greater things have yet to come..&lt;br /&gt;And greater things are still to be done in this city..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Yes, Lord, walking in the way of Your Truth, we wait eagerly for You, for Your name and Your renown are the desire of our souls." - Isaiah 26:8&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youths/uni students around the globe are gathering together with a single purpose in mind!&lt;br /&gt;To live a life &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;passionate&lt;/span&gt; for God =) Follow their journey &lt;a href="http://268generation.com/blog/"&gt;Here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-2482850502244340908?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/2482850502244340908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=2482850502244340908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/2482850502244340908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/2482850502244340908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-you.html' title='God of this City..'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-3300530555875741295</id><published>2008-08-06T22:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T01:42:15.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finals = arrrggg</title><content type='html'>yes I am having my &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;finals&lt;/span&gt;.. when can I nOt have my finals.. Sigh, a year and a half more I'll be a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;graduate&lt;/span&gt;! and I can't wait.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'm sure I'll miss my uni life instead when I graduate and actually start working.. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Predictable&lt;/span&gt;, aren't we all?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;study break&lt;/span&gt; now so I'm home in my &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;home sweety home&lt;/span&gt;! Living away from home for quite some time now made me appreciate the little things which I took for granted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First is my oh-so-wonderful &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;astro&lt;/span&gt;!.. Even though I don't really watch much tv in general cause I download most of my movies.. but I really miss just sinking in my couch and watch crappy shows, funny shows, intriguing documentaries.. jus anything! It's so relaxing.. but I'd limit my &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'watching-tv-time'&lt;/span&gt; cause do you know that your mind goes into a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dream-like state&lt;/span&gt; whenever you watch the tv?... It's not good for your brains huh... hm, but it might not be the same if u're watchin documentaries..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, another thing I &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;took for granted is the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;free newspapers&lt;/span&gt; already in my house everyday! Sigh, I've never been so happy just seeing a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;current-day&lt;/span&gt; newsapaper before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least of course.. is my &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mum's cooking&lt;/span&gt;!.. It's been some time since I've &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;proper&lt;/span&gt; meals every day.. Don't get me wrong, there &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; decent restaurants near my condo.. Just that it's such a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;drag&lt;/span&gt; waiting for the lift which takes 10 years to reach down.. and to walk another 2 km to and fro to the restaurants.. so yes I'm &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;guilty &lt;/span&gt;of snacking for dinners very so often..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be updating for quite some time till my exam finishes.. till then.. hope everyone's well and kicking.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw.. I've dyed my hair for some time and yet there're still comments bout it.. So let me clarify some things k.. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nO&lt;/span&gt; I didn't plan it to be that bright.. and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;, I know the top part is brighter than the lower part and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nO&lt;/span&gt; it wasn't my decision to make it that way.. and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nopez&lt;/span&gt;, not planning to redye it either unless you're willing to sponsor me some cash? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there any more queries bout my fascinating bright hair?.. Anyways it's already fading to be darker so thank God.. hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.. Happy days ahead everyone =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SJm6v4BatcI/AAAAAAAAAR0/yIDqvryDl00/s1600-h/spongebob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231417773822490050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SJm6v4BatcI/AAAAAAAAAR0/yIDqvryDl00/s400/spongebob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Awoke to spongebob bobbing in front of me in the ktm the other day..&lt;br /&gt;So what's new in your day? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-3300530555875741295?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/3300530555875741295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=3300530555875741295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/3300530555875741295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/3300530555875741295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/08/finals-arrrggg.html' title='finals = arrrggg'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SJm6v4BatcI/AAAAAAAAAR0/yIDqvryDl00/s72-c/spongebob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-7150650454151676371</id><published>2008-07-27T01:14:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:49:36.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overdue post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally I have the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; to post up the photos of my &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;21st&lt;/span&gt; b'day celebrations.. Definitely looking forward to my holidays next month =&lt;.. Or rather I should start disciplining myself more in order to not feel so stressed all the time.. aihh.. Anyways, I won't post all the photos k, but here are some snippets to give you some idea of what occured.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First up, my surprise b'day dinner by the&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; CF-ers&lt;/span&gt;.. Hehe!! this was really &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt; so I'll briefly elaborate on what happened =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was happily watching national treasure while having dinner in my condo when&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Anne&lt;/span&gt; had a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;panic attack&lt;/span&gt;!.. She looked so pressured I thought she finally hit &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;rock bottom&lt;/span&gt; after being somewhat &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;stressed-out&lt;/span&gt; the whole week.. &lt;/em&gt;After bout 5 minutes into the movie.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Anne: Eh I'm going out for awhile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me: Oh ok.. Where you going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Anne: ....*silence*...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me: AnnE where you going???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Anne: *rushes out and slams the door*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Alamaks... whats wrong lar...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I think I should have a talk with her when she gets back....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 5 minutes went by..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*knock *knock*knOck*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;*Opens the door and got shocked seeing Prakash*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Actually I was wondering how he got through my grill)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Prakash: Do you know yee wun?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me: uhh.. huh, yea &lt;em&gt;*looks at the unlocked pad lock* Anne didn't lock the grill nicely?? couldn't be..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Prakash: Something happened!! I need her number now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me: What happened?! &lt;em&gt;*analyzes his expression carefully* something is not right....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Prakash: Quick I need her number now!! nOw!!! FasteR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me: Ohhh ok ok wait wait! &lt;em&gt;*still wondering wats up while getting her number*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Everyone: SURRPRIISSEE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That explains everything.. loL.. So &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; the surprise &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt;? =P Somewhat yes cause Prakash is the last person I would anticipate to turn up at my doorstep.. but my gut feeling told me something was up already.. hee! I got good guts.. So when everyone shouted 'SURPRISE' I actually was more relieved of knowing what's really happening than shocked.. hee! but a very good try everyone =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The wonderful ppl..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SItPejvH9qI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/j6PKFHyB-jg/s1600-h/p2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227359178901157538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SItPejvH9qI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/j6PKFHyB-jg/s400/p2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Left to right:&lt;/span&gt; me - me blowing candles on my bday cake - with anne, joanna, janice - leslie n jason blowing me a kiss but someone banged our heads 2gether - jon, anne, janice, joanna, leslie, lam &amp;amp; jason - not to forget our photographer prakash - check out his amazing photography &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prakashdaniel/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Thanks for the dinner, thanks for just being there even though I know everyone was extremely the exhausted it being thursday and all =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following week, my dear &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;housemates&lt;/span&gt; had a&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; surprise&lt;/span&gt; for me as well.. and this time &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;anne&lt;/span&gt; actually acted really &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;well&lt;/span&gt;!! hahA, she proved me wrong for making fun of her acting skills for the past week =P.. Not bad, I didn't had a clue at all on this one cause they actually bought me a gorgeous pair of heels the previous week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SItSg6YSpnI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/p8Wx_zhGF98/s1600-h/p11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227362517874026098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SItSg6YSpnI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/p8Wx_zhGF98/s400/p11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's cal, wun and anne btw =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;darling ji muis&lt;/span&gt; brought me to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sushi zanmai&lt;/span&gt; for a double celebration of me and jen's 21st.. Yummies! Me loves jap food always..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SItUusVNcrI/AAAAAAAAARE/A2tzNjTZw-c/s1600-h/p3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227364953644430002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SItUusVNcrI/AAAAAAAAARE/A2tzNjTZw-c/s400/p3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Last pic: anne, joe, jen &amp;amp; me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sis&lt;/span&gt; got me a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;handbag&lt;/span&gt; which I absolutely adore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SItVwcLfgEI/AAAAAAAAARU/zedhNuc6Mfs/s1600-h/bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227366083180068930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SItVwcLfgEI/AAAAAAAAARU/zedhNuc6Mfs/s400/bag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;inside&lt;/span&gt;!! Beautiful isn't it, it's made of &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;silk&lt;/span&gt;.. Just feel like shrinking myself so I can sleep inside..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PA guys&lt;/span&gt;.. leo, linus, terence, joel, kim hong, joseph &amp;amp; devan got me body shop stuffs.. Our head, uncle Min Choy had the same bday with me and they got him a superman belt.. hee!.. Alamak.. I realized we don't have a pic together before.. Must drag all of them to camwhore one of these days.. loL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SItXkR8mD9I/AAAAAAAAARc/q1BHsIVtlHs/s1600-h/bodyshop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227368073298055122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SItXkR8mD9I/AAAAAAAAARc/q1BHsIVtlHs/s400/bodyshop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aiyo, just seeing the&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; packaging&lt;/span&gt; makes me one happy girl already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all the pics I took I guess.. Hopefully I didn't miss out on anything... Did I did I??.. I give you permission to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;merajuk&lt;/span&gt; if I did.. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, lastly thanks &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JOE&lt;/span&gt; for being the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; to wish me on my birthday... awww =) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SItZqRK3r5I/AAAAAAAAARk/PuNCyrDTBEo/s1600-h/joenme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227370375191965586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SItZqRK3r5I/AAAAAAAAARk/PuNCyrDTBEo/s400/joenme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There, feel &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;special &lt;/span&gt;enough or not joe?? =P.. hehe, nola really I'm touched that you wish me at &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;12am&lt;/span&gt; every single year.. &lt;em&gt;(no pressure k, hehe!)..&lt;/em&gt; Don't know how you managed to do that everytime.. Thanks.. muax!!!&lt;/p&gt;Thanks everyone!.. Truly my birthday was special this year thanks to all of you.. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Big HUGZ to everyone*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-7150650454151676371?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/7150650454151676371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=7150650454151676371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/7150650454151676371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/7150650454151676371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/07/overdue-post.html' title='overdue post'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SItPejvH9qI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/j6PKFHyB-jg/s72-c/p2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-4351798598673984463</id><published>2008-07-05T02:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T14:01:30.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long post to fill up my dead blog =P</title><content type='html'>Hey I still haven't got hold of some of my bday celebration photos yet la.. Will post it up next time k??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now on &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;resting mode&lt;/span&gt; and that's why I'm able to add a post.. Aiyo, can't stand seeing my dead blog.. but I really don't have the time to blog nowadays.. and I'm expecting my schedule to be &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;packed&lt;/span&gt; till my finals ends in aug.. Sigh, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;busy busy woman&lt;/span&gt; I am.. =P.. loL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has been happening?..Besides lab reports, assignments and mid terms there's nothing much.. nothing much that I want to blog about here at least..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few people asked me how I felt being &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;.. So how do I &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; feel?..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Just another day older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahAha.. I know, you're expecting like a whole &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; passage bout me feeling all special, adulty or full of liberty of some sort.. but &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nahh&lt;/span&gt;.. It's honestly no big deal for me.. but thanks loads to those who celebrated with me =) and those who are yet to celebrate for me.. hee! Feels wonderful knowing that people would actually put in effort in making you happy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been nicknamed &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"concrete"&lt;/span&gt; by my dear housemates recently.. Apparently I just &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;don't notice&lt;/span&gt; people around me.. and it appears that I don't observe or even recognize people easily.. At first I just laugh it off whenever they label me that way.. but I realize it might be a bigger issue than I reckon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One fine day I was waiting with Cal for the darn lift in my condo which takes years to arrive at my floor whenever either one of the 3 lifts breaks down.. Was happily observing my surroundings (I'm an &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;observant&lt;/span&gt; person ok anne, wun n cal).. hehe.. Anyway I'll notice things like the extra footprints on the wall.. the ledge of the window which was detached due to a hurricane-like storm.. the neighbour's laundry taken down.. and the annoyed expression of the person waiting nearby.. with the usual million thoughts running through my head..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.... and the lift finally arrived after bout half an hour.. whoopee!.. went in.. the person we were waiting with didn't come in for whatever reason.. and the lift made its way down.. n down.. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;TinG!&lt;/span&gt; The door opened and an auntie wanted to enter but the lift was full.. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BaM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;.. Door closes.. and here goes the bizarre convo me and cal had..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Cal: Aiyo! The aunty wanted to go up since just now.. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Huh??.. What? How you know her??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Cal: Jac!! She was waiting with us just now la!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:........are you sure it's the same person?..&lt;/em&gt; why wud she appear down here?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Cal: You don't recognize her?? My goodness.. concrete!! We were waiting up there for so long you know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me:Gosh.......the thing is, I actually noticed her annoyed expression and all.. but.. I don't notice how she looks like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Cal:....*shot me an eerie look*...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.. is that even possible?.. if you can &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; very well someone's expression.. but &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; the person's face.. Lol.. I never fail to amaze myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;.. I &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;admit&lt;/span&gt; that I just &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;don't &lt;/span&gt;take note of the people around me.. and it happens so often that I'm deemed &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'unapproachable'&lt;/span&gt; sometimes if the person don't know me well enough.. and I think I just figured out why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SG5jspji23I/AAAAAAAAAP0/jjQHMIbyyFo/s1600-h/me2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219218636889316210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SG5jspji23I/AAAAAAAAAP0/jjQHMIbyyFo/s320/me2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wun caught a pic of my &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;standard&lt;/span&gt; look when I'm not doing anything.. No I'm &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; day-dreaming k =P.. Actually most of the time I'm deep in thoughts.. I think &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; la.. &lt;em&gt;things I'm supposed to do.. news I read recently.. convos I had.. books.. movies.. quotes.. &lt;/em&gt;n loads of other stuffs.. Soo.. it's &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;common &lt;/span&gt;that I will walk pass you without noticing.. It's&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; common&lt;/span&gt; that we've been in the same class for months and I still don't recognize you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know.. it's &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;horrible &lt;/span&gt;and it's a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;weakness&lt;/span&gt;.. but hey I'm improving already ya know!.. to a point at least... there's still much to think about all the time =P.. loL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but please know that I'm actually a very friendly person ok? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SG5kuORb18I/AAAAAAAAAP8/X934ytXNVsE/s1600-h/me3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219219763436967874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SG5kuORb18I/AAAAAAAAAP8/X934ytXNVsE/s320/me3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There my friendly face.. loL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes btw I &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dyed&lt;/span&gt; my hair.. and ya I know it looks really bright and scary.. it scared me too.. but oh well, I'm used to it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random pics I took recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SG5pDHxheoI/AAAAAAAAAQE/IdK5VWTqkGY/s1600-h/100yen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219224520516270722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SG5pDHxheoI/AAAAAAAAAQE/IdK5VWTqkGY/s320/100yen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really really &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yummylicious &lt;/span&gt;snow-ice thingy from &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;100yen&lt;/span&gt;.. The snow-ice doesn't melt.. but melts in your mouth!.. gosh duno what technology they used la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SG5p2sv2GRI/AAAAAAAAAQk/l86bURrcfa4/s1600-h/panda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219225406614673682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SG5p2sv2GRI/AAAAAAAAAQk/l86bURrcfa4/s320/panda.jpg" 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;All the way from singapore..&lt;br /&gt;My fav biscuit in the world =)&lt;br /&gt;Thnx sis! It's one good thing u're working there.. lol&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 href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SG5pbQ6A5bI/AAAAAAAAAQM/G3X6LGWVw5M/s1600-h/nails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219224935284663730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SG5pbQ6A5bI/AAAAAAAAAQM/G3X6LGWVw5M/s320/nails.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wun's nails painted by my very talented roomy Callista.. one good thing bout having her as a housemate =P hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SG5pbjUMasI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4VuG_6KDQ6A/s1600-h/akasha1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219224940226308802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SG5pbjUMasI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4VuG_6KDQ6A/s320/akasha1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Teh-O baby Akasha acting cute.. Teh-O+Crocodile Akasha however can be rather annoying, especially when you're eating something.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SG5plOaJk1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/V5vJSxw2dJc/s1600-h/akasha2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219225106412835666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SG5plOaJk1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/V5vJSxw2dJc/s320/akasha2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She leans her chin on the table and makes this really &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pitiful+accusing&lt;/span&gt; face whenever we're eating.. which gives us an uncomfortable, horrible-me feeling everytime.. loL.. like my dad said &lt;em&gt;"feels like a sin to not give her food too"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh as you all may know I'm taking a subject called &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;waste management&lt;/span&gt; this sem.. We literally study about &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;garbage&lt;/span&gt; and it's seriously not the most exciting subject I've studied.. gosh.. not to mention the lecturer's extremely soothing&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; donald duck&lt;/span&gt; voice which almost made me &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;slam&lt;/span&gt; my head on the table a few times due to dozing off.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we had this&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; assignment&lt;/span&gt; about the&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; environment&lt;/span&gt; in which some of us took the extra effort to make it look nice by &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;binding&lt;/span&gt; our work.. To our amusement our dear lecturer sent an email disallowing us to do so.. His reason: &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Don't waste your money on binding, at the same time help to save the environment (the plastics of ring binder that ends up in landfills)".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; LoL.. It's darn funny right? hehEhe.. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;bUt&lt;/span&gt;.. one thing I've to&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; salute&lt;/span&gt; him on, is that he's really &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;passionate &lt;/span&gt;about what he does.. and he &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;practices what he preached&lt;/span&gt;.. and hey, what he said bears truth as well =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There the end of my long long post.. hehe.. I'm waiting to go on a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;star wars&lt;/span&gt; movie marathon soon! yay!.. Loved the show from my younger days.. now I sound old pulak.. waha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till then.. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;happy happy days ahead everyone!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-4351798598673984463?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/4351798598673984463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=4351798598673984463&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/4351798598673984463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/4351798598673984463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/07/long-post-to-fill-up-my-dead-blog-p.html' title='long post to fill up my dead blog =P'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SG5jspji23I/AAAAAAAAAP0/jjQHMIbyyFo/s72-c/me2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-1294457284418920681</id><published>2008-07-05T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T03:36:45.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>1. What do you want the most now?&lt;br /&gt;It's 1am but I want to have a nice bath..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...Hard to say la, my sis I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you in love?&lt;br /&gt;nahh.. no love no love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you have a dream come true..&lt;br /&gt;it wouldn't be a dream =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. scientifically and metaphorically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.What's your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;Goal?... to be a better person than previous years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Do you believe in eternity?&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Have you ever broken a person's heart that he/she wanted to commit suicide?&lt;br /&gt;Nola I'm not that bad ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.What feeling do you love the most?&lt;br /&gt;Contentment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.What are the requirements for your other half?&lt;br /&gt;Actually not much.. Loves God, loves me, hygienic (I'm serious), and sensible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What kind of feeling do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;Lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Do you cherish every friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;Yea I do cherish my friends =).. right right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.What do you want to do in the future?&lt;br /&gt;As much as I can do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.What is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. How did you feel last night?&lt;br /&gt;Content+happy cause I managed to finish up my assignment in a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Who do you hope to be always there for you?&lt;br /&gt;People who matter to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.When do you think the world will end?&lt;br /&gt;Anytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.The world ends tomorrow. What will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Spend time with people who matter to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.What do you think of the person that tagged you?&lt;br /&gt;She's a funny.. a little blur, but a very good-hearted person =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.What do you want to know right now?&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. anything you wud like me to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then add 4 people in your list and list them out at the end of the post. Notify them in their chatbox that he/she has been tagged! = )&lt;br /&gt;1. You!&lt;br /&gt;2. Do&lt;br /&gt;3. This&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-1294457284418920681?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/1294457284418920681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=1294457284418920681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/1294457284418920681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/1294457284418920681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/07/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-6521272447272348495</id><published>2008-06-25T00:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:58:04.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;feels like I just lost my bestest friend...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;=*(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hope all goes well for you always..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-6521272447272348495?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/6521272447272348495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=6521272447272348495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/6521272447272348495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/6521272447272348495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/06/sigh.html' title='sigh...'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-6897291640332565442</id><published>2008-06-15T20:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T20:26:27.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for everything!</title><content type='html'>Just a short short post.. Appreciation &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt;, photos &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;later&lt;/span&gt; k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks mum and dad for the angpau, which I used to makeover my hair.. Not really makeover la, just dyed it =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks for throwing me the surprise dinner on Thurs.. LoL, and thanks Anne for conspiring with the CF-ers and had some sort of a panic attack before the surprise.. HahA, gawsh I can laugh out whenever I think bout it.. Oh thanks for the wonderful photos taken by Prakash and Lam too, which I'll post up when I can get my hands on them.. Thanks for the birthday cake and smashing it on my face =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks PA guys for bringing me out for breakfast on my bday.. which I thought was just a passing statement last week until they actually called me 7 something on the morn of my birthday.. Thanks for the wonderful gift, love body shop stuffs.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks sis for buying me the handbag and taking all the trouble to send it to me from singapore.. It's stuck in NS at the moment but I'll make sure it reaches me soon.. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks my housemates anne, cal n wun for the gorgeous heels.. I wore on my bday u knoww =P.. Thanks cal for fixing my hair so I don't look like a blondie jap girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks eric for taking the time to bring me out even though you've to rush back for your father's day dinner.. And thanks, I've always wanted to try Yogur Berry since forever.. Thanks for accompanying me to shop even though I know it bores you like mad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the wishes =) It means a lot that you all remembered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt; I got &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt; and had to cancel some plans last minute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LEGAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; great&lt;/span&gt; except for the fact that I've my assignments and midterms coming up.. =( Yeesh I can't wait for holidays already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt; for everything =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-6897291640332565442?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/6897291640332565442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=6897291640332565442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/6897291640332565442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/6897291640332565442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/06/thanks-for-everything.html' title='Thanks for everything!'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-4862819944910352083</id><published>2008-05-31T15:04:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T00:50:30.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rant to the max</title><content type='html'>It's 3pm on a Sat afternoon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here am I, feeling rather like.. a mashed potato, wondering whether parents will reach home on time, considering when should I obtain my driving license, feeling rather annoyed bout a silly matter.. and wondering what's the point of me standing by my principles all the time.. when it looks as though it doesn't matter at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. Something's bugging me these few months, like a thorn in the flesh which is seriously frustrating.. and each time the matter arises I wonder once again what the hell did I do wrongly cause I can't put my mind to it at all.. Was I not a good enough friend?.. Did I mistreat &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; in some way, cause I can't recall of such occurrence..&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Rolls eyes*..&lt;/em&gt;and&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;.. watching from the side and keeping mum bout the whole thing.. Oh right, this is none of your affair isn't it.. Whoopee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here it goes again, the cycle of the same thought that probes my mind once more.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What's the point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. What's the point of me standing by my principles and integrity as a friend when it looks like it doesn't matter?.. Seriously, seems as though my efforts are just futile.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet again, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;conscience&lt;/span&gt; sets in.. We all have flaws don't we.. I can't say that I'm perfect as well.. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;.. one thing I'm sure of, is I'll never do what &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; did.. or any of you.. And even how tempting it may be to just drop some of my principles and be bitter or unforgiving.. if you look at it in another way, it's actually &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;encouraging&lt;/span&gt;.. in the sense that I'm &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; akin to you.. and I'll make certain that I won't be even half the person you are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, now I feel so much better.. loL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;revamped&lt;/span&gt; my desktop this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SEERgRs1UbI/AAAAAAAAAPE/qvPQA1vXBmw/s1600-h/desktop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206461890421936562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SEERgRs1UbI/AAAAAAAAAPE/qvPQA1vXBmw/s320/desktop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Butterfly-themed&lt;/span&gt; =).. K nothing particularly canggih or special.. but I love it nonetheless.. Makes me happy everytime I switch on my laptop.. Hee!&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's up with changing so many things?.. First your blog then your desktop?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee.... Be prepared, that's not the only few things I'll be transforming =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Legal I'm gonna be..... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-4862819944910352083?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/4862819944910352083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=4862819944910352083&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/4862819944910352083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/4862819944910352083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/05/rant-to-max.html' title='rant to the max'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SEERgRs1UbI/AAAAAAAAAPE/qvPQA1vXBmw/s72-c/desktop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-42661920519895235</id><published>2008-05-31T12:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T20:36:38.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can only imagine...</title><content type='html'>An &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;inspiring&lt;/span&gt; video of a dad passionate about giving his son a 'normal' life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f4B-r8KJhlE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f4B-r8KJhlE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-42661920519895235?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/42661920519895235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=42661920519895235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/42661920519895235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/42661920519895235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-can-only-imagine.html' title='I can only imagine...'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-4320232334653478423</id><published>2008-05-23T01:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T02:25:47.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new phase it is..</title><content type='html'>I likey my new skin =).. Feels that it's more me.. Lol, can practically hear you think.. &lt;em&gt;YES.. This's so you jac..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K enough of my crappiness.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with my dear Szane the other day and she commented how I&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; never&lt;/span&gt; update my blog.. Obviously my initial reaction was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"What? Did you notice my recent post's date gurl?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when she clarified sternly with me that&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; tags ≠ posts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo.. looks like I don't have a genuine update in some time.. Aiks =&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll updateeee as soon as i clear up some mess in my life.. Workload piling up and it's 1/3 of my sem gone already.. Gosh, seriously how time flies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alritey, it's 1.30am and I've to get up at 8am tomorrow.. So chaoz for now.. Don't miss me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hugz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;..it all comes down to every individual's view isn't it.. and whether they actually coincide with others..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-4320232334653478423?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/4320232334653478423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=4320232334653478423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/4320232334653478423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/4320232334653478423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-phase-it-is.html' title='new phase it is..'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-3581388699091427739</id><published>2008-05-18T15:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T16:35:06.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.:Tagged:.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First a short update.. Life is ok.. A concoction of anxiety, irritation, &amp;amp; curiosity.. with a dash of liberation and bliss.. it's all ok.. =) cause that's all part of the recipe of life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes the taggy by anney..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Golden Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense&lt;br /&gt;.4. With the answers, give your own comments on how they relate to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;David Cook - Always Be My Baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.. yeaa David Cook! Got a feeling that you'll always be my baby ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. If someone says, “Is this okay?” You say? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Colbie Cailat - Bubbly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;..Probubbly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;John Mayer - Your Body is a Wonderland&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;..hahAhA.. hmmmmm... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Will you get far in life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nelly Furtado - Say It Right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;..Yes, you said that right!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What do you think about very often?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hillsong - With All I Am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;..Into Your hands, I commit again with all I am.. Do think bout it often =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What is 2 + 2?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MLTR - Take Me to Your Heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.. Yor, I've got no idea how to reason this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What's your best friend's theme song?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michelle Branch - Goodbye to You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.. Aiyoo, am I that a lousy friend?? haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What is the story of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scorpions - Humanity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.. I aM a humane person, thank you =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What is/was your high school like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lifehouse - You and Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.. You, me, everyone contributed to my wonderful high school life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What is your motto?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;John Mayer - Gravity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.. I see the gravity of matters, yes true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What’s the best thing about your friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Colbie Caillat - Realize&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.. They realize who I am eventually..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fergie - Big Girls don't Cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.. Lol, firstly he must not be a girl.. and ya d person I like is not an extreme emo cry-y person..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.. hahAha.. I'll definitely not be a disillusioned killer of course.. gosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Beatles - Let It Be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.. Yea, just let it be la.. let the guy do all the job.. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Describe your grandparents.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gina Glocksen - I'll stand by you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.. They stood by me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. How's your life going?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simple Plan - Untitled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;..My life's so smashing there's no definite title for it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Robbie Williams &amp;amp; Nicole Kidman - Something stupid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.. Fear of stupidity?.. Might be true in some sense..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. What will be played at your funeral?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kenny G - The Moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;..Haha.. I do like this song so don't mind it being played at my funeral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. What is your hobby/interest? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Beatles - Yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.. Reminiscing bout yesterdays..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Will you have a happy life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sean Kingston - Beautiful Girls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.. ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. What do your friends really think of you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Akon - Don't matter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.. Doesn't matter what y'all think of me.. unless it's something nice and flattering =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Juwita Suwito - Only In the Dark..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.. Good, if you start lusting after me in daylight that'd be a problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. How can you make yourself happy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dixie Chicks - Not Ready to Make Nice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.. Sometimes being mean does cheer me up depending on circumstances.. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Will you ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eagles - How Long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.. Long time more till I have children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. What song would you strip to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris Daughtry - What About Now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What about now?.. No no no....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. What does your mom think of you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leona Lewis - Bleeding Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.. I'm one who bleeds love.. aww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. What do you think of your parents?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edwin McCain - I Could Not Ask For More&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.. how appropriate.. Ya I could not ask for more than both of you already are to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. What is your deep, dark secret?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marty Casey - Trees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.. I love trees I guess? Can that count as a dark secret..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. What is your enemy's theme song? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frankie J - More Than Words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.. Just takes more than words to deal with me isn't it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.. Lol.. Funny.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will tag...you, you, you, you and yoU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-3581388699091427739?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/3581388699091427739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=3581388699091427739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/3581388699091427739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/3581388699091427739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-5924641615113875545</id><published>2008-05-10T03:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T04:05:12.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taggy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link to your tagger and post these rules.List eight (8) random facts about yourself. Tag eight people at the end of this post and list their names.Let them know they’ve been tagged by leaving them a comment on their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, EIGHT (8) random facts about me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact One&lt;/strong&gt;: I just realized how heavily left-brained inclined I am.. aih.. I might just be the most uncreative person on earth.. my sis would know that.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact Two&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm so bacteriophobic I actually shed tears once while cleaning up an extremely dirty sink.. Of course I'm alot better since then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact Three&lt;/strong&gt;: Entomophobic cause I think insects just look plain evil.. Have you seen them under the microscope? Pick a live one n see for yourself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact Four&lt;/strong&gt;: Am always exploring ways to progress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact Five&lt;/strong&gt;: Most people think that I'm really patient.. which actually I'm not.. Just either I'm able to maintain a good poise or I'm just totally not bothered about the annoying factor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact Six&lt;/strong&gt;: One of my mottos in life is&lt;em&gt; "prevention is better than cure"..&lt;/em&gt; But some risks in life of course are worth taking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact Seven&lt;/strong&gt;: Rather stern on equality between both sexes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fact Eight&lt;/strong&gt;: Mostly I'm true to my words and that's why I'll hold you to your words as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:... U&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-5924641615113875545?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/5924641615113875545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=5924641615113875545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/5924641615113875545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/5924641615113875545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/05/taggy-rules-link-to-your-tagger-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-671692180819727790</id><published>2008-04-25T12:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T16:47:09.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grrrr.. 2day is a &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;pissing-me-off&lt;/span&gt; day I jus have to&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; rant&lt;/span&gt; about it here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First couldn't even get a&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; decent&lt;/span&gt; sleep yest cause there was a freaking&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; bug&lt;/span&gt; in my room.. I still don't know what stupid kind of bug is that but it looks like a huge beetle to me.. Irony is it's not even in mY room.. It's in my bro's room ok! I came back last night and discovered my bro sleeping in my room.. Apparently my parents suggested we switch rooms for the night without my knowledge.. cause of the stupid bug.. Was wondering whether I look&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; less&lt;/span&gt; entomophobic than my bro to them.. yeesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway being the nice &lt;s&gt;but utterly annoyed&lt;/s&gt; sis that I am I consented to them.. There goes the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;bzzzz bzzzzz&lt;/span&gt; sound the whole night that made me jump up every half an hour or so.. Tried to kill it without much luck.. Ended up draggin my pillows downstairs and tried dozing on the sofa.. After twist and turning for hours I managed to sleep.. Only for bout an hour before my dad woke up for work.. and in turn, of course, woke me up as well.. Aiyo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another hour of twist and turning before my bro woke up and returned my bed to me.. Yippie!.. Cancelled my lunch appointment for the day cause I know I'll be sleeping in late.. Lo and behold, few hours later I was awakened by my mum requesting for me to help her with some banking stuffs.. Again, had to drag my butt all the way to the banks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am now.. all tired but can't sleep cause I'm feelin rather full after lunch.. and I just found out that I've to cancel another appointment that I've been looking forward to for the whole entire &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;month&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;silly &lt;/span&gt;day.. yeesh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-671692180819727790?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/671692180819727790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=671692180819727790&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/671692180819727790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/671692180819727790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/04/grrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-2578879900153780766</id><published>2008-04-17T02:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T05:12:17.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Real update for once.. hehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's holidays.. finally.. even though it's only for 2 weeks.. ai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;American Idol&lt;/span&gt; and I'm so sooO impressed with&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; David Cook&lt;/span&gt;! He managed to take one of the most &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;girliest&lt;/span&gt; songs ever, transforms it and sings it like a &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt;.. Haha!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Always Be My Baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The song actually sounded &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;manly&lt;/span&gt;!! hahAha.. my goodness I didn't think that was possible even.. Amazing.. Loved the arrangement, the strings, it really worked out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeng jeng.. My new &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; =P.. Since my poor poor michael johns is no more in the show.. And of course still a big fan of &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;David Archuleta&lt;/span&gt; nevertheless =) But that's&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; anne's&lt;/span&gt; punya.. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such unfortunate that my hols is only for 2 weeks.. But it's the best it can get already.. No more long hols for all of us =(.. I'm starting to get restless a little just lazying about these 2 days.. I think I shall do a little &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;spring cleaning&lt;/span&gt; and loads of&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; reading&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow.. Seriously not used to sitting down doing practically nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I really really &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;holiday trip&lt;/span&gt;.. all by &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;.. Gasp did I say that? Haha.. Eh don't get me wrong, I've wonderful friends ya know, can't live without any of them.. But just a few days.. probably by the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;beach&lt;/span&gt; by myself.. would be rather &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;blissful &lt;/span&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I would go to some really nice beach la, not a chapalang polluted beach.. A nice clear one where you can smell the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;salty sea breeze&lt;/span&gt;, and they'll have these nice comfortable &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;beach benches&lt;/span&gt; where you can lie on it the whole day, with a &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;good book&lt;/span&gt; and occasionally go&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; soak&lt;/span&gt; myself in the sea.. Soak cause I don't really know how to swim in the sea, and not plannin to take the risk either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SAZpkNaPFTI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/NcLArZb-zPY/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189951691386983730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SAZpkNaPFTI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/NcLArZb-zPY/s320/beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clear my mind just for a few days.. probably that's what I really want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things I've to work on this hols.. And I think I'm getting&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; fed up&lt;/span&gt; of putting it off for some time.. May cause some inconvenience, hurt.. but for &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;once&lt;/span&gt; I got to think for myself.. question what I really want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, at this point of life I feel like I've been spinning my own web and got stuck in it.. Sigh.. the worst thing is it's gonna cost others something.. Hate it.. I just hate causing hassle or hurt to others just cause of my silly mistakes.. Then again, we all make mistakes don't we?.. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mistakes&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; to be worked on, and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; dwelled on.. and....... &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; to be repeated of course.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafta be more optimistic from now on.. ai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The clock is ticking........... and I'm not letting any second go to waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics I took recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SAZWLNaPFEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/58yyqSvVWN4/s1600-h/giraffe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189930371169326146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SAZWLNaPFEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/58yyqSvVWN4/s320/giraffe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ZOO!!&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! It was actually a&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; spontaneous&lt;/span&gt; plan.. Loves spontaneous plans.. it makes things &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;twice as fun&lt;/span&gt;.. =P The &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; thing was I accessed it for &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt;.. wahah! Why?? Secret.. =P Lolz.. probably most of you won't be so excited bout the zoo.. But I'm a real &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;animal lover&lt;/span&gt; so..... =) was a happy happy day for me.. Didn't take much photo though, cause didn't had a proper camera.. All was taken by a cam hp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SAZW9NaPFKI/AAAAAAAAANI/p1ucmhyYves/s1600-h/longhands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189931230162785442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SAZW9NaPFKI/AAAAAAAAANI/p1ucmhyYves/s320/longhands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This funny monkey actually walks with both its hands up exactly like that! lol!! Was quite a funny sight..&lt;br /&gt;ya kno, probably we're d funny lookin ones to him =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SAZWY9aPFFI/AAAAAAAAAMg/_hc77xsFt8A/s1600-h/elep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189930607392527442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SAZWY9aPFFI/AAAAAAAAAMg/_hc77xsFt8A/s320/elep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my fav mammals.. The big big &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;elephant&lt;/span&gt;! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SAZWZNaPFGI/AAAAAAAAAMo/NQ3LbUPrA58/s1600-h/elep2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189930611687494754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SAZWZNaPFGI/AAAAAAAAAMo/NQ3LbUPrA58/s320/elep2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how cute the jumbo is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SAZXSdaPFMI/AAAAAAAAANY/WRiqAv9MMbk/s1600-h/deers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189931595235005634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SAZXSdaPFMI/AAAAAAAAANY/WRiqAv9MMbk/s320/deers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some deers, if you can see it.. The cam hp can't zoom unfortunately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SAZW9NaPFJI/AAAAAAAAANA/qa20Rsi_NOI/s1600-h/parrot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189931230162785426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SAZW9NaPFJI/AAAAAAAAANA/qa20Rsi_NOI/s320/parrot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parrot on the tree..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SAZWn9aPFHI/AAAAAAAAAMw/xTjR755TlF4/s1600-h/flyinfox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189930865090565234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SAZWn9aPFHI/AAAAAAAAAMw/xTjR755TlF4/s320/flyinfox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eheh.. I forgot what animal is this.. Looks like some kind of flying fox without the wings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SAZXSNaPFLI/AAAAAAAAANQ/s-Mw4EpdGvk/s1600-h/lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189931590940038322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SAZXSNaPFLI/AAAAAAAAANQ/s-Mw4EpdGvk/s320/lake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birds livin in the lake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SAZXfdaPFNI/AAAAAAAAANg/RhqjjKbdLRc/s1600-h/chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189931818573305042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SAZXfdaPFNI/AAAAAAAAANg/RhqjjKbdLRc/s320/chicken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yorr chicken?? They think we can't see chicken any where else is it?.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SAZXstaPFQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2hn604eVP9k/s1600-h/fish1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189932046206571778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SAZXstaPFQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2hn604eVP9k/s320/fish1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi y'all! I'm the most good lookin' fish in the aquarium ;) *wink wink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SAZX59aPFRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/wLUwJoBbWGY/s1600-h/fish2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189932273839838482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SAZX59aPFRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/wLUwJoBbWGY/s320/fish2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gasp! Is this gurl actually checkin me out??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SAZX6daPFSI/AAAAAAAAAOI/JlhyXFblMXA/s1600-h/fish3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189932282429773090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SAZX6daPFSI/AAAAAAAAAOI/JlhyXFblMXA/s320/fish3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi gurl! Nah here's my big flashy smile for you!&lt;/em&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;That's all I could manage with a cam hp.. There's this really cute &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt; hippo and her mum.. Ai! Must go back there and snap their pics if I've the chance to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help but feeling a tinge of &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt; though when I was in the zoo... Those animals should be running&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; free&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;wild&lt;/span&gt;.. But hey, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;pros and cons&lt;/span&gt;.. At least they won't have that risk of bein hunted and killed right? And also there's free food for them&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; everyday&lt;/span&gt;.. Still... can't help but noticed how &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt; some of the animals were.. ai! =(.. It's ok la.. one good thing is at least children are being educated bout the wild.. they'd be happy to know that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) It's coming&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Friday&lt;/span&gt; again.. Time passes so so quickly.. It's better not to put it to waste isn't it?........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shan't do such thing no more......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess some things.. it simply takes&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; time&lt;/span&gt; to solve..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and only &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; will tell....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now.. Hope we all have happy happy days ahead!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Happy days always..... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-2578879900153780766?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/2578879900153780766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=2578879900153780766&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/2578879900153780766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/2578879900153780766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/04/real-update-for-once.html' title=''/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/SAZpkNaPFTI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/NcLArZb-zPY/s72-c/beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-5456406577240538689</id><published>2008-04-16T23:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T23:58:17.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tagged&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 5 people.This is a lot funnier if you actually randomly list the names first.NO CHEATING! DON'T LOOK AHEAD UNLESS YOU FILLED UP THE TOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Li Anne&lt;br /&gt;2. Wun&lt;br /&gt;3. Eric&lt;br /&gt;4. Winson&lt;br /&gt;5. Szane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. HOW DID YOU MEET 1?&lt;br /&gt;- Orientation! We sat at the same row n I tot she was really friendly =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. On a scale of 1 -10 how would u rate your friendship with 1?&lt;br /&gt;- Can say 8 la right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How long have you known 4?&lt;br /&gt;- 5 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How do you know number 3?&lt;br /&gt;- He's one of the nice guys that made my job easier when I worked as an accounts assist last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Where's 5 ?&lt;br /&gt;- Probably at home onlining now =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A fact about number 1?&lt;br /&gt;- She's really honest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who is 4 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;- Not anyone at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What does 1 do for a living?&lt;br /&gt;- Alamak.. still studyin leh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Would you live with number 3?&lt;br /&gt;- Hrmz, better not even though he's a great person =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you like about number 2?&lt;br /&gt;- She's a really funny person =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you miss number 5?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeaaa gosh it's been a while since I've met u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Would you make out with number 4?&lt;br /&gt;- No cause he's not my bf..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What’s your opinion of number 2?&lt;br /&gt;- Really nice gurl, any guy would b lucky to have her ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What's your favorite memory with number 5?&lt;br /&gt;- Fav memory?? Probably in high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What would you do if number 1 and 2 were going out?&lt;br /&gt;- Yer.. That's not possible in d 1st place right =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Ever had a long conversation with 5 ?&lt;br /&gt;- Long ar.. There our korean dinner that day we had a long convo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever slept over at 2's house?&lt;br /&gt;- Er no haven't been to her house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you hang out with 3 a lot?&lt;br /&gt;- Can consider alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who have you known the longest?&lt;br /&gt;- Schzanne! How long dy ar?.. 6 years plus right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How often do you talk to 1?&lt;br /&gt;- Practically everyday right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What about 2?&lt;br /&gt;- Same la we're condo-mates.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you ever thought 3 more than a friend?&lt;br /&gt;- yap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Would you go out for a date with 5?&lt;br /&gt;- We go on lots of dates b4 =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you dream about 2?&lt;br /&gt;- er so far not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What did number 4 do to you that you can never forget?&lt;br /&gt;- He sang while playin d guitar.. Amazing.. really nice voice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What have you done for 1 that the person never forgets?&lt;br /&gt;- Aiyo this one you should answer for me right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What's 3's hobby?&lt;br /&gt;- probably mamak-ing? Listening to diff sort of musics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Tag 5 people:&lt;br /&gt;- Schzanne&lt;br /&gt;- Simon&lt;br /&gt;- Sue Anne&lt;br /&gt;- Eve&lt;br /&gt;- Hsing Ye&lt;br /&gt;- Anyone just do laaaa =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-5456406577240538689?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/5456406577240538689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=5456406577240538689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/5456406577240538689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/5456406577240538689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-1774016112214103874</id><published>2008-03-29T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T18:47:15.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/R-U2e3FBt6I/AAAAAAAAALw/CMhqtaAz0LA/s1600-h/random3+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180606850168633250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/R-U2e3FBt6I/AAAAAAAAALw/CMhqtaAz0LA/s320/random3+137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize how &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; of hair there was on my head last time till I saw this pic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I feel so &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;botak&lt;/span&gt; when I just got my hair cut.. hahA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember making such a great &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;fuss&lt;/span&gt; to anne and wun that they thought I cut a &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;bob cut&lt;/span&gt; or something.. loL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/R-U3AXFBt8I/AAAAAAAAAMA/lzJI9R866yo/s1600-h/IMG0023A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180607425694250946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/R-U3AXFBt8I/AAAAAAAAAMA/lzJI9R866yo/s320/IMG0023A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careful, I'm watchin ya.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with much&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; 'shorter'&lt;/span&gt; hair =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually took this pic in genting, on the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;kayak splash ride&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt; the splash:&lt;br /&gt;Messy haired me + one happified winson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/R-U9IXFBt-I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_yrhdTqtVLQ/s1600-h/IMG0027A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180614160202971106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/R-U9IXFBt-I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_yrhdTqtVLQ/s320/IMG0027A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I'll do to my hair is probably dye it bright bright and scare everyone.. if I'm in my daring mood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can practically smell the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;holidays&lt;/span&gt; arriving.. Sigh, it's so what I &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt;.. after this dreadful finals.. Uni life so far is ok though, thanks of course to the wonderful ppl round me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;All the best on all your finals peeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am reminded of Janice's pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me -Phil 4:13-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-1774016112214103874?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/1774016112214103874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=1774016112214103874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/1774016112214103874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/1774016112214103874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-didnt-realize-how-much-of-hair-there.html' title=''/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/R-U2e3FBt6I/AAAAAAAAALw/CMhqtaAz0LA/s72-c/random3+137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-4271921300846176271</id><published>2008-03-21T02:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T02:32:46.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jesus loves me this I know,&lt;br /&gt;For the Bible tells me so,&lt;br /&gt;Little ones to Him belong,&lt;br /&gt;They are weak, but He is strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jesus loves me,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jesus loves me,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jesus loves me!&lt;br /&gt;The Bible tells me so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I love You too... =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-4271921300846176271?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/4271921300846176271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=4271921300846176271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/4271921300846176271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/4271921300846176271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/03/jesus-loves-me-this-i-know-for-bible.html' title=''/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-4727792430270395518</id><published>2008-02-29T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T13:12:10.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Headached... n emoed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sorry haven't been bloggin for a long time.. Have been rather busy lately, as usual.. Uni life.. non-stop assignments, reports n exams.. And also some many other stuffs of course.. My life can never be boring, unfortunately... I wouldn't have mind if it's filled with fun stuffs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Trust&lt;/span&gt;.. Such a simple word yet its meaning is immense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've serious trust issues.. I don't know whether its obvious.. I don't know how it came about even.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Experience&lt;/span&gt;? I don't think I've been seriously betrayed of my trust before.. I just don't know why.. Maybe it's just &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;human nature&lt;/span&gt;.. We're all so&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; self-centered&lt;/span&gt; I find it so hard to trust anyone anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the point that when I was really betrayed recently it all just seems so normal and funny.. You know, just funny.. I can't feel the hurt any longer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;It's all right.. Things will always be all right.. I will &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; be all right.. Do I even have a choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I'm hiding things.. I just can't bring myself to spit it out.. It's nothing to do with you, I'm the one with the prob..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ok lar.. I will always be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-4727792430270395518?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/4727792430270395518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=4727792430270395518&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/4727792430270395518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/4727792430270395518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/02/headached.html' title=''/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-1641066019725775104</id><published>2008-02-20T21:52:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T15:58:01.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="DISPLAY: block; PADDING-LEFT: 60px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 40px; BACKGROUND: url(http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png) no-repeat; WIDTH: 300px; COLOR: #009933; PADDING-TOP: 50px; FONT-FAMILY: Times New Roman, Arial, serif; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/"&gt;95 words&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/"&gt;Speedtest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wait la anne.. I'm reaching 100 soon.. hopefully.. hehE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-1641066019725775104?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/1641066019725775104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=1641066019725775104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/1641066019725775104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/1641066019725775104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/02/86-words-speedtest-you-wait-la-anne.html' title=''/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-3595303090554594459</id><published>2008-02-18T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T23:54:28.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ggrrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so annoyed right now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me one thing.. Am I a patient person???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not often that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can't stand&lt;/span&gt; people right..&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm able to adapt to different sort of characters almost all the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But certain people are just.. it's as though they're born to annoy the crap out of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ggrrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder whether the problem lies on me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, majority wins..&lt;br /&gt;If more people can't stand you than me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shows that you're the one with the freaking problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-3595303090554594459?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/3595303090554594459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=3595303090554594459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/3595303090554594459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/3595303090554594459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/02/ggrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-7582301936295366876</id><published>2008-01-13T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T22:27:36.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bear with me if I'm acting weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least for this moment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-7582301936295366876?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/7582301936295366876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=7582301936295366876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/7582301936295366876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/7582301936295366876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/01/bear-with-me-if-im-acting-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-4012258262427086038</id><published>2008-01-04T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T00:22:54.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The new year barely started....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to countdown for the first time this year.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really nice, they had fireworks for bout 7 minutes in klcc......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was wondering.. whether this year would be as beautiful as those fireworks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized.. that it was raining at the same time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year of lessons.. of tests..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Please sustain me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-4012258262427086038?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/4012258262427086038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=4012258262427086038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/4012258262427086038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/4012258262427086038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-barely-started.html' title=''/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-1778377992417923328</id><published>2007-12-16T02:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T03:24:28.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~Tagged~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do not copy answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The tag questions must be 100% the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-List out 20 names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tag people after doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Li Anne&lt;br /&gt;2. Wun&lt;br /&gt;3. Leonard&lt;br /&gt;4. Eric&lt;br /&gt;5. Sue Anne&lt;br /&gt;6. Jen&lt;br /&gt;7. Joe&lt;br /&gt;8. Schzanne&lt;br /&gt;9. Pauwy&lt;br /&gt;10. Hsing Ye&lt;br /&gt;11. Terence&lt;br /&gt;12. Winson&lt;br /&gt;13. Simon&lt;br /&gt;14. Sherry&lt;br /&gt;15. Ann&lt;br /&gt;16. Ray&lt;br /&gt;17. Zac&lt;br /&gt;18. Yun&lt;br /&gt;19. Eve&lt;br /&gt;20. Clarice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you know 14?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherry- She works with me now. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh btw I'm working in my old company now jus incase some of u dint kno.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you do if you had never met 1?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li Anne- Would definitely miss a great friendship. What would I do? Look for her la.. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you do if 9 and 20 dated you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauwy &amp;amp; Clarice - What would I do? Wont do no such thing in d 1st place riteee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would 6 and 17 make a good couple? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen &amp;amp; Zacky - Haha! I foresee days of arguments..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think 8 is attractive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schzanne- She's my hottie chi mui kk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know anything about 12’s family?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winson- Hmm.. They're hakka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me something about 7.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe- She's my longest bestest fwen =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is 18’s favourite?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun- I think would be hanging out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What language does 15 speak?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ann- English, Bm, Mandarin &amp;amp; Canton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is going out with 19?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve- The moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How old is 16 now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray- 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you talked to 13?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Simon- Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is 2’s favourite singer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wun- duuhh.. who doesn't kno??.. Lee Hom la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you date 4?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric- Haha! Yes definitely =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you date 17?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zac- Eh we went out for few dates ady rite ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is 15 single?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ann- Yeap! n available.. Hehe, promote 4 u =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is 10’s last name?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hsing Ye- Chong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you ever consider being in a relationship with 11?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terence- He's like my bestest buddy la.. But then again depends on d circumstances..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which school does 3 go to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonard- As in high school? Ermm.... some penang school.. HehE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where does 6 live?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen- Near me la.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favourite thing about 5?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue Anne- Her tai ka che attitude n sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag: Everyone! Hehe.. Do k Do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-1778377992417923328?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/1778377992417923328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=1778377992417923328&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/1778377992417923328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/1778377992417923328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2007/12/tagged-do-not-copy-answers.html' title=''/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-3676273147964979269</id><published>2007-10-06T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T00:06:27.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ssiiggghh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait till all this is over.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-3676273147964979269?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/3676273147964979269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=3676273147964979269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/3676273147964979269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/3676273147964979269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2007/10/ssiiggghh.html' title=''/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-3321352252521670606</id><published>2007-09-29T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T01:24:36.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Quick Updates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Am&lt;/span&gt; freaking sick with flu, fever &amp;amp; headache all..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Am&lt;/span&gt; yet to start studyin for my freaking test on monday..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Am&lt;/span&gt; doing my lab report at the moment..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Am&lt;/span&gt; trying to remember whether I forgot anything so far..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Am &lt;/span&gt;abit pissed with lots of stuffs pending..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Am&lt;/span&gt; r&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;egretting going out on wed cuz d rain made me sick.. but then again, it's worth it.. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;kinda in a state of confusion.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Am&lt;/span&gt; hugging Akasha..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Am&lt;/span&gt; dreaming bout my plans for my 2 months holidays..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Am&lt;/span&gt; dreading to wake up early 2moro..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Am&lt;/span&gt; really scared by my upcoming exams considering how 'prepared' I am..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Am&lt;/span&gt; praying for much concentration &amp;amp; time management..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Am&lt;/span&gt; reminiscing bout&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;my funny mid-autumn fest day where it rained halfway..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Am&lt;/span&gt; wishing it didn't rain that day cuz it's not everyday I get to play with fire..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Am&lt;/span&gt; thinking that I should continue doing my lab report now..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Am&lt;/span&gt; just.. tryin to keep up with my busy schedule.. and have some little extra time to spend.. sounds so &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;saaaad&lt;/span&gt;, lol..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can squeeze in.. nitey nitey! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like a ray of light through the clouds..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;beautiful it is,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet it's still uncertain..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whether it will rain or the skies will clear..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-3321352252521670606?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/3321352252521670606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=3321352252521670606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/3321352252521670606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/3321352252521670606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2007/09/quick-updates-am-freaking-sick-with-flu.html' title=''/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28930120.post-3624243002090229227</id><published>2007-09-15T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T13:34:25.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;canggih-ness&lt;/span&gt;.. I just realized that I can &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;'touch-screen'&lt;/span&gt; my mum's laptop.. how &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;kewl &lt;/span&gt;is that.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I could squeeze in a post while waiting for my food to go down so I can finally bathe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;awakenings&lt;/span&gt; few days ago.. The movie freaks me out everytime I see it, knowing that it is based on a true story.. Imagine waking up one day and realized that &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;30 years&lt;/span&gt; of your life has passed by.. That your parents had left, your husband divorced you years ago, that you can't even recognize yourself when looking into the mirror..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story tells of the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;true &lt;/span&gt;story of this doctor, oliver sacks who discovered a temporary cure for patients of &lt;em&gt;encephalitis lethargica&lt;/em&gt;. Thankfully the illness vanished years ago.. The patients who survived the disease are left in a &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;catatonic&lt;/span&gt; state.. Means they're technically like&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; vegetables&lt;/span&gt;, most are immovable and not aware of what they are doing.. Yet still rather &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;alive&lt;/span&gt; inside. So this wonderful doc, having much compassion for these type of patients, researched and finally found a cure. A &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;temporary&lt;/span&gt; cure though, cause the patients go back to their catatonic state eventually after a few weeks. The first and earliest patient they tested the drugs on was &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lowe&lt;/span&gt;, who also was the first to show symptoms of withdrawal from the drugs.. slowly&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; returning&lt;/span&gt; to the catatonic state.. Gosh, for the other patients, just imagine being awakened after long years and then witnessing how they'll eventually &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;'sleep' &lt;/span&gt;back again.. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;horrifying&lt;/span&gt; right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I love bout the show though.. There's this part when Lowe requested for himself to be freed from the hospital's guardiances.. When asked what he wants to do, probably the management suspected that he wants to run faraway from the hospital or something, he gave a simple answer back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"I just want to..... go for a walk.. do the things that you people take for granted"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simple things of life.. Sometimes it's nice to just pause and reflect... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, my arm's aching again.. It's aching almost every Friday cause I've to carry my so so heavy laptop all d way from my condo to uni.. and then back to Subang =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates!! &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt; cause I've a boring life =) Hee! Nola I just can't remember much that happened cause... I don't live in the past u see =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all for now, gonna bathe bathe.. Ooh according to anne &amp;amp; wun, I've improvement in my bathing.. Cause I bathed for only 40 minutes that day when I usually take an hour.. yay.. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls note that I'm a little &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;bacteriophobic&lt;/span&gt; k, so can't really blame me for bathing longer than the norm.. Hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nitez y'all! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;you... made me appreciate the little things that I don't usually take notice..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28930120-3624243002090229227?l=jaclynooi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/feeds/3624243002090229227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28930120&amp;postID=3624243002090229227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/3624243002090229227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28930120/posts/default/3624243002090229227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynooi.blogspot.com/2007/09/canggih-ness.html' title=''/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15562191709068409317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9T7W1tyajvY/TKmV-kxZ17I/AAAAAAAAA2A/S5CM6uLcaX4/s1600-R/p1809102359blog2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
