<?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-5024775540740493135</id><updated>2011-07-31T00:36:03.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~* miss independent *~*~*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jo lpw @ Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191889332306210415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SR0gNDMWX_I/AAAAAAAAACM/8HC6KBZhG04/S220/Image031.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024775540740493135.post-6710966148750311953</id><published>2011-03-22T21:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T21:09:56.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unattainable Love by Lonely Little Dreamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;First meeting, within an instant&lt;br /&gt;You have me, I'm yours.&lt;br /&gt;Our eyes catch and my stomach flutters,&lt;br /&gt;But you wear your mask so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes with more glances.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me to fall helplessly,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you will catch me with your arms.&lt;br /&gt;But still a statue you remain, unmoved and grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is finally consumed by you,&lt;br /&gt;Given freely by my choice.&lt;br /&gt;Anxiously I await to hear your voice,&lt;br /&gt;But your silence echoes within my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken now as the moments linger,&lt;br /&gt;Confused, my mind aches from flooded thought.&lt;br /&gt;Why must I always fall for the statuesque?&lt;br /&gt;For that unattainable love. &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/5024775540740493135-6710966148750311953?l=jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SR0gNDMWX_I/AAAAAAAAACM/8HC6KBZhG04/S220/Image031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024775540740493135.post-5280657626928916361</id><published>2010-10-18T13:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T13:44:45.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IF YOU ONLY HAD A CLUE  ~Ebbe Perales~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You can walk past me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And you don't see a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I just walk by with a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But inside my heart is aching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And I wanna know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;If I mean something to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I want you to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;All my feelings that are true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I want you to see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But what am I supposed to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;If you can't, and you won't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;If you only had a clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I walk back and forth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;To see your smiling face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I see you standing there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And it's you I yearn to embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I can feel your heart beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But you're so far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;One smile from you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Can brighten up my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I want you to see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But what can I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;If you chose not to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;If you only had a clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024775540740493135-5280657626928916361?l=jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/feeds/5280657626928916361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024775540740493135&amp;postID=5280657626928916361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/5280657626928916361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/5280657626928916361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-you-only-had-clue-ebbe-perales.html' title='IF YOU ONLY HAD A CLUE  ~Ebbe Perales~'/><author><name>Jo lpw @ Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191889332306210415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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Almost a year since I last visited my blog. Nothing much to update....well, actually alot to update but no one's reading....so it's kinda redundant. But I'll update this whenever I want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;So here's a little things that I want to remember and for those who reads my pathetic b-log. Haiz.... -.-'''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;1) Gave up teaching my Sunday School class 3 mths before this. Way too soon to give it up actually. Kinda miss my naughty little monsters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;2)Finally was able to go Singapore with my cousins last mth. A little late in updating....because was so busy...ha...more to lazy. Went to Sentosa Island...although all we did is go to the beach where "the Lyns" enjoyed their tanning session while I was worried of getting any more tanner than I already am. Also, I faced one of my worse nightmares when 3 or 4 days before my trip, my left ankle sorta got dislocated/masuk angin/sprained/I-dunno-what-else-to-call-it but it was swollen. I couldn't just not go. This trip was planned and already paid for. So I went either way. Walking down Orchard Road, Bugis Street, China Town and Sentosa Island with a supporter on my foot. As if walking wasn't hurtful enough...we walked from morning till night. But it was fun. "The Lyns" took good care of me and my needs. Love them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/THTGvC_pfII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Iu_Ng4nPK3Y/s1600/spore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/THTGvC_pfII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Iu_Ng4nPK3Y/s320/spore.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509246755740941442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;"The Lyns"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;3) I got a freaking new haircut!!!!! At last I was able to let go of my not-so-beautiful but LONG hair. I am gonna miss my LONG hair.....but....new place, sorta new beginning....so...a new do seems appropriate. ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/THTHlLu0v6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/ulnYMjyYYLU/s1600/nme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/THTHlLu0v6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/ulnYMjyYYLU/s200/nme.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509247685799231394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;But of course, this do can't last long. By the time anyone sees me, my hair won't be "hot from the press" like in this pic. Sure got duck's tail here n there.....haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;4) Last but not least, heading to PJ in 2 weeks for my final year. Found a-not-so-bad place to rent. Although will be sharing with 2 other roommates....I think I'll be fine. Can't freaking wait to start classes and finally get over it. Then I can start working again....hopefully. Plan is to get a job before I graduate (good luck to me...finger's crossed). I want my freaking pay back!!! So I can finally shop again ^.^ Damn I miss shopping!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024775540740493135-4036149568351039667?l=jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/feeds/4036149568351039667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024775540740493135&amp;postID=4036149568351039667&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/4036149568351039667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/4036149568351039667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/2010/08/late-updateyikes.html' title='Late update...Yikes!!'/><author><name>Jo lpw @ Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191889332306210415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SR0gNDMWX_I/AAAAAAAAACM/8HC6KBZhG04/S220/Image031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/THTGvC_pfII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Iu_Ng4nPK3Y/s72-c/spore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024775540740493135.post-2574744890512502940</id><published>2009-09-27T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:02:22.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake me up, when September ends....</title><content type='html'>so.....wat have i been doing lately.....&lt;div&gt;quit my job a mth or so ago....started my classes for two weeks and then break for a week for raya&lt;br /&gt;my course it's tougher than i had anticipate....mostly because i hate doing research.....but gotta change my mindset and just do it.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had a bunch of assignments which i was just SO lazy to do.....but had no choice.....force myself to do it otherwise it will never get done....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;two years course...time will fly by....in a blink.....one year will pass...and it is when i have to transfer to Stamford PJ.....happy to finally get out of the house and be independent....but at the same time...am afraid to....&lt;br /&gt;another blink....and another year will pass....and before i know it.....it will be 2011......can't wait for it to end...so i can start working again...earning again....spending again....wahahaha.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but...i'm thinking way too far ahead....gotta get thru this sem first.....3 mths to december....3 mths to 2010.......damn....time flies!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024775540740493135-2574744890512502940?l=jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/feeds/2574744890512502940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024775540740493135&amp;postID=2574744890512502940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/2574744890512502940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/2574744890512502940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/2009/09/wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html' title='Wake me up, when September ends....'/><author><name>Jo lpw @ Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191889332306210415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SR0gNDMWX_I/AAAAAAAAACM/8HC6KBZhG04/S220/Image031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024775540740493135.post-544643547793680905</id><published>2009-07-29T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T20:00:02.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>choices -&gt; romantic novel -&gt; time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:7;color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 48px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:7;color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;there are so many things i wanna do in life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;things i can only dream about doing but no guts to do it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;nevertheless, i wanna know that i have an option whether or not to do it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;it's good to know that you can still decide whether to take that plunge or hold back&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;good to know you can choose&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;just read my third "romance novel"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;i didn't like reading before but this book that caught my attention: Lisa Kleypas' &lt;i&gt;Sugar Daddy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;my very first novel that i finished reading&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;took a long time to read it at first because it was "slow moving" in the beginning&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;but manage to speed up when some parts got interesing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;so fast that right after i finished it, i went to get my 2nd book from the same author also titled &lt;i&gt;Blue Eyed Devil&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;finished that book in a flash...sort of.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;my third book, i decided to try some other author, Emily Griffin's &lt;i&gt;Love The One Your With&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;her's is not as intense so i fell in and out of love of the story&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;but in the end, i love her story even more and wished it didn't have to end&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;lesson learn, don't judge the book till you have read the whole thing!!!! =)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;patience in her heroin, Ellen, anger, feeling lost, not enough closure, lucky, determine, etc&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;reading her book really makes me envy Ellen&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;her life, her choices, the love she has, the love her husband has for her&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;i longed for someone to love and some who loves me...as much as Ellen's character&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;the good and the bad that comes with it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;damn....love story has so much effect on me.....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;yes of course. it's not a real....but that doesn't mean it can't/doesn't happen&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;finding your true love and all&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;"sacrificing" your marriage to get the long awaited closure from your ex&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;just to learn you have indeed make the right decision&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;OMG, i think i can write the whole summary here if i had time...but i'm not going to&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;i am definitely buying the latest one from Lisa Kleypas, &lt;i&gt;Smooth Talking Stranger&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;and maybe find another one from Emily Griffin too&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;and maybe find another author to love, maybe 2 or 3 or 4&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;yikes....didn't know i'd enjoy reading....maybe it's giving me to keep some dreams alive&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;or just the plain feeling of filling the void and boredom in my life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;but damn, reading is expensive!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;anyway....it brings me to my next point...i think&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;i like writing all these stuff....especially if i'm bored&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;this is ONE of the things i wanna do in life...to write...whatever is it that i want&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;i wrote a story once....half way done....wait..not even half way....just a few pages&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;have no time to continue ever since i started working&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;but time is something i have to find&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;maybe cos i keep reading and try correcting my own mistakes, grammer, spelling, etc&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;until i get bored and son't know how to continue&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;but i have to do this, i have to finish my so-called novel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;one thing i learn from my bro, finish what you started whether u like it or not&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;although, i;m not sure he sticks to it, but i'm hoping he does....and maybe, so will i&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;so i am going to find time for my passion once i start college again&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;it'll be as boring as the last time....but i can endure another 2 years&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;i promise i'd make the most of it this time&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;graduating again and have my family there with me this time around&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;as for the rest of the things i wanna do in life, i know i can do it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;i just have to make time, either for work, studies, relaxing, exercise or fun&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;gotta have faith that i can achieve whatever goals i set for myself&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;and not by what others set for me!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024775540740493135-544643547793680905?l=jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/feeds/544643547793680905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024775540740493135&amp;postID=544643547793680905&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/544643547793680905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/544643547793680905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/2009/07/choices-romantic-novel-time.html' title='choices -&gt; romantic novel -&gt; time'/><author><name>Jo lpw @ Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191889332306210415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SR0gNDMWX_I/AAAAAAAAACM/8HC6KBZhG04/S220/Image031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024775540740493135.post-1888035426476905273</id><published>2009-07-02T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:30:20.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blek</title><content type='html'>no more motivation to carry on working&lt;br /&gt;also have less motivation to go back to study but that's just a small sense of fear i guess&lt;br /&gt;fear of blending in&lt;br /&gt;need to find a huge motivator to jump start my spirit into going back to college&lt;br /&gt;can't back down now cos i have already paid my registration fees and stuff&lt;br /&gt;1K plus all gone&lt;br /&gt;my hard earn money&lt;br /&gt;for the second time, i'm gonna have to support my own education&lt;br /&gt;what a burden!&lt;br /&gt;seeing some kids whom parents support their edu,&lt;br /&gt;then throw that all away by not caring how well they do and just to have fun at coll/uni&lt;br /&gt;really angers me&lt;br /&gt;there they have no need to worry anything but to just study&lt;br /&gt;and yet they throw that away&lt;br /&gt;here i am having to worry to fend for myself.......so much to worry for&lt;br /&gt;food, books, tuition fees, personal expenses, blending in, peer pressure, bills&lt;br /&gt;gotta have to cut down on entertainment. leisure, comfort = hard work&lt;br /&gt;i do envy those who have the means to do whatever they want&lt;br /&gt;but i hate those who just throw it all away&lt;br /&gt;they haven't felt the pinch&lt;br /&gt;i consider my family almost below average (even though we don't look like it)&lt;br /&gt;mummy's struggling...been struggling and always have been.....so i can't depend on her&lt;br /&gt;she has come a long way since her younger days&lt;br /&gt;and of course, she complains about every penny i spend and i understand where she's coming from&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes i ignore that and "waste" some of my money on myself, on unnecessary stuff&lt;br /&gt;cos if i don't i'll just go kuu-koo&lt;br /&gt;when i told my aunt that i'm furthering my studies by taking another loan,&lt;br /&gt;she asked me why my mom can't pay for my edu&lt;br /&gt;she made a good point when she said this to my mom, "she still so young and already have so many debts"&lt;br /&gt;in a way, i wish mummy was as rich as her so that i don't have to worry about money&lt;br /&gt;and having parents who can support ur edu would be mind relieving&lt;br /&gt;and wish that my aunt knows that we are no where close in being half as rich as her&lt;br /&gt;but we are the way we are....gotta and have accepted that&lt;br /&gt;and this will be a huge step for me to be supporting myself&lt;br /&gt;if i have to go back to having no life (as if i have one now), then so be it&lt;br /&gt;at least until one year is up and i have to be in kl....and still fend for myself&lt;br /&gt;OMG....am i that scared to be totally independent??&lt;br /&gt;all i wanted since high school is to be independent..to live on my own....or as mummy would say "spreading my wings"&lt;br /&gt;but not when i have no financial support to even kick start an independence!&lt;br /&gt;of course i'm scared.......damn it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024775540740493135-1888035426476905273?l=jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/feeds/1888035426476905273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024775540740493135&amp;postID=1888035426476905273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/1888035426476905273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/1888035426476905273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/2009/07/blek.html' title='blek'/><author><name>Jo lpw @ Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191889332306210415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SR0gNDMWX_I/AAAAAAAAACM/8HC6KBZhG04/S220/Image031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024775540740493135.post-4785047809123068180</id><published>2009-06-15T19:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:00:15.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday blues!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;i've becoming more and more careless lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;yesterday, left a very beautiful imprint of the iron on my one and only working skirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;if only you have seen my skirt, you would say i had such a magical touch, of burning that damn skirt!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;my poor poor skirt....i'm gonna miss u!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;also, clumsy clumsy me.....accidentally let go of the stand fan's plug, fell down and broke into half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;the latch of the shared bathroom, it was on the verge of breaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;unfortunately, i was the unlucky one who broke it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;i'll blame it on sleep deprivation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;the past whole week, been feeling sleepy at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;it's not like i didn't get enough sleep. 6 to 8 hours of sleep should be sufficient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;but my body doesn't think so and it feels like shutting down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;i would be glad if i just get to lie on the floor right there in office and sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;wouldn't care about the dirty floor or my superior but i can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;i guess i do care about my superior but not about the dirty floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;right now at home, i wanna sleep but am still here blogging for no apparent reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;actually just browsing though emails before i drag myself to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;even though my bedroom is less than 10 steps away, i can't find the strength in me to carry myself up to slum myself on my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;ah...that sounds so nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;i think i need to start exercising to build my stamina so i don't feel weak all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;need to exercise to gain strength, to be healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;feel like quitting my job a month earlier in july and have the whole of august to exercise before my classes begin in september.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;cos i'm afraid that i'll be all sleepy in class, yawning away while lecture is going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;quitting a month earlier would mean i will have a full month to build up some stamina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;but i think i'll be so exhausted on the first week or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;cos it's been AWHILE since i exercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;i'm becoming a veggie already, seriously......flabby arms, flabby thighs...haiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;need to turn those fats into muscle!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;i think i'll have to complain now though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;lets see.......what sports or form of exercise can i take up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;roller blading - damn my rollers spoil already...tsk tsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;bowling    - kinda waste of money unless i have a bowling alley in my hse...can turn to wii though...but i don't own one =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;sit-ups    - wahahaaha....more to just sleep on the floor only la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;push-ups - barely get thru 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;skipping rope - hmm.....sounds fun...and childish but who cares.....i sure hope i can manage this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;netball - my favourite...but no tournament or anything....glad i still can shoot perfectly but just no stamina to run the entire court like i did in my glorious days......wahahaha....why am i laughing? tsk tsk..... -.-'''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;walking    - totally achievable...cos everyday also do mar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;rock climbing - where's the rock? where's the mountain? gimme one and i'll climb it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;pole dancing - i hear it's a great way to get in shape!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;dances    - i'm too stift...wish i was more mellow...maybe i can do robotic dance...haiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;jogging    - will 'pancit' in the 1st 5 minutes....okay, give myself a little credit, maybe 10 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;swimming - it's been ages since i've been in a pool.....leg muscle sure cramp.....won't be able to hold my breath as much as when i was a kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;cycling    - butt will be tortured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;to be realistic i think i'm gonna choose jogging, swimming and cycling and skipping rope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;but it all depends whether i can handle anymore pressure from work in this 2 months plus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;because i do want to work till the 1st week of september so that i can still earn something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;but if i can't, well, i'll work for another 1 month plus and allocate the month of august to build some stamina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;august baby, here i come!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024775540740493135-4785047809123068180?l=jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/feeds/4785047809123068180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024775540740493135&amp;postID=4785047809123068180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/4785047809123068180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/4785047809123068180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-blues.html' title='monday blues!?'/><author><name>Jo lpw @ Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191889332306210415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SR0gNDMWX_I/AAAAAAAAACM/8HC6KBZhG04/S220/Image031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024775540740493135.post-3605390710448952491</id><published>2009-06-10T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:09:06.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cooking attempt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;whenever my mom advice me that i should learn to cook, i'd roll my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;when she teases me that it will be difficult for me to married cos of my lack of cooking skills, i will tell her that i'll marry a rich guy and we'll employ chefs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;yea yea....fairy-tail but i'm not gonna learn to cook just to impress a guy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i'll learn for the sake that one day i'll be living on my own and that when i can't afford to eat out every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and the fact that i will miss my mom's cooking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i already know how to make spices ever since my mom tortured me to peel the onions and stuff (or at least i think i do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but one thing i'm gross-out by is slimmy stuff like chicken's breast, fish's whatever....ewk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i don't consider myself as a girly-girl....but i hate icky stuff!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;so i took it one step at a time by cooking up a meal....or at least attempted to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;on monday, the "simplest" thing i can give a try on is fried mee with egg...wanted to add prawns but there wasn't any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;sounds simple.....but i have never fry mee in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;help my mom to prepare and hold the laddle to golek-golek the mee, yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;actually cooking it myself from start to finish, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;apart from forgetting to add oil before i fried the egg -.-''' , i forgot to put garlic and i accidentally put too much sesame oil into the fried mee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i was too hungry to complain....however, i admit that it suck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;attempt 1 = edible but failed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;next day (yesterday), fried rice...........also, have no clue how to fry rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;so mom told me how to do it the previous nite, dad even wrote down whatever she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;dad already cooked rice and prepare every ingredient i need before he left the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;sounds like i'm hopeless..but no....in my defense, cos by the time i reach home at 7...i'll be starving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;not much time to cook, so daddy prepared everything....all i need to do is FRY the damn rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;step 1 : put a slice or two of butter in the heated kuali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;step 2 : add bawang putih and salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;step 3 : add the egg, fish cake and luncheon meat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;step 4: add the rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;sounds so easy......but as i look at my pale rice, i added light soya sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;just a little so that it doesn't get too salty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but it was still pale....so i added the thick black soya sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and that was when disaster happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i took off the cap so that the sauce will come out faster and i accidentally looked away while doing that for just a tiny second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and wa-lah.....i had black rice!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i quickily scooped the portion of extremely black rice and threw away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but too late......even with that blacken rice...the rest was all affected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;damn, my rice was so dark....but it wasn't too bad...should have put a little more salt though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;attempt 2 : succeeded (a bit).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;conclusion : i'm hopeless in the kitchen but i'm not giving up (i think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;today's dinner = out with lawyers in a baba nyonya restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;thank goodness......i needed some REAL food as oppose to the little less of a meal i had for the last 2 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;maybe i'll attempt to fry chillie fish and long beans or spinach with sambal and egg soup tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;sounds easy but it's not going to taste like mummy's cooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;thank goodness she already skin the fish and prepared all spices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;all i have to do is put those in the kuali and fry it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;if i can't even do that, my gosh.....die joann die!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;nah----eat out forever..............!&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/5024775540740493135-3605390710448952491?l=jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/feeds/3605390710448952491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024775540740493135&amp;postID=3605390710448952491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/3605390710448952491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/3605390710448952491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/2009/06/cooking-attempt.html' title='cooking attempt'/><author><name>Jo lpw @ Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191889332306210415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SR0gNDMWX_I/AAAAAAAAACM/8HC6KBZhG04/S220/Image031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024775540740493135.post-452240534091739859</id><published>2009-06-03T19:39:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:13:52.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love History? Traggic Love Story? "Greatgrandmother" Story?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;*Warning - Might bore you to death if you keep reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i have always like him ever since i was 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;he was my first crush, and there could have been something there or at least i thought so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;liked him ever since i laid my eyes on him, can't remember exactly when i first saw him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i think it was at MGS school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;the interact club went there to prepare for the IU day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;but never dared talked to him cos he was like the cute guy that you'd think will pay no interest in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;especially if you were as dark as i was and felt like an ugly duckling at certain point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;or felt like a freak cos you were too tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;but after the very eventful sports day in 2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;we were calling each other once we reached home from school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;talked about what....i can't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;but i liked him even more and thought that he liked me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;though people warned me that he was a player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;but i didn't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;it started on that sports day when i took part in 4x400m relay (i was the 2nd runner)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i sprinted through the 1st 100m (which was stupid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;then slowed my pace at the 2nd 100m cos i was leading (not so stupid after all)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;towards the 3rd and 4th i was out of breathe (back to being stupid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;legs were begging to stop but since i was still leading, i couldn't let my effort go to waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;it was my 1st time having to complete a 400m lap, that was the entire track at the school field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;but i didn't stop, i couldn't let my team mates down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;as i got to the finish line, i passed the baton to the 3rd runner, went a few steps to the side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;and pulled myself to the ground....more to collapsing to the ground is what others would have thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i didn't care how i look or who was there or how dirty the ground was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i fell with both hands on the ground, butt sitting on my legs, head on my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;(imagine a dog getting down on its knees and praying, if a dog can do that of course)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i wasn't unconscious, just out of breathe and trying to catch it by not wanting to walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i knew there was a lot of people there at the finish line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;when i fell and "slept" on the ground, i knew i fell infront of someone, more to falling infront of his/her shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;omg....eww......but i didn't care, because once i landed on that, that person moved away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i didn't know who it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;the st. john ambulance members then came to my aid......as though i have fainted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;all i wanna do is laugh cos i felt that it wasn't that serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;maybe to them it was cos a girl "fainted" (what a drama queen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i was really just tired and can't take anymore steps with my precious legs which i had tortured a 400m run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;they "fan-ed" me and carried me away from the finish line (as though i was so light)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;but now i can't remember whether they carried me or did i get up and walked myself...hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;anyway, i told them i felt a little better so they left after they sprayed something on my calves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;then my dear friends, stephanie and rachel came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;steph even rubbed my feet.....how sweet of her, i thought...cos i don't know if i would rub someone's feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;so i am very thankful to have a friend like her and can't even imagine how i let my ego get between us in the later years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;but that's another story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;after a few minutes, i gained back my strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;and went up to the podium to collect my gold in the 4x400m race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;my sweet precious GOLD medal......damn was i glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i even took part in the high jump and long jump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;but can't remember whether i won any medal for that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;at the end of the day, IF I'M NOT MISTAKEN, our blue house won the 1st place for that year's sports day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;by evening, after celebrating i went home of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i was wiped out, thought i could just bathe and sleep but my whole family went to jusco for dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;the best thing that happen in jusco was, while i was in the elevator, my dad's hp rang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;guess who called? it was my crush, it was him...he called my house number of course but got redirected to my dad's hp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;back then we program any in-coming call to the house to be directed to daddy's hp whenever we weren't at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;he asked whether i was feeling better and i said i was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i was curious to why he would asked such a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;he then told me he had witness my fall after my race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;to be exact, he said that i fell right in front of him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;OMG.....i felt a little embarrassed but not so much for some reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;he also said that he actually wanted to "pick" me up or pat my shoulder to see whether i was ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;but was stop by the discipline teacher yelling at him like a warning not to touch me or something...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i can't confirm that story but his word was all i had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;ever since then, we called each other after school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i grew to like him...or maybe just to have a guy to be able to chat with (naive and pathetic....sigh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;and i thought the feeling was mutual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;so, one day while we chatting, he asked who i liked in school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i was shy and told him i'll hang up if i told him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;so i told him i liked him and without allowing him to give me a response, i hung up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;a little rude, i know, but i was so scared and shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;the next day, he brought me at the corner of the corridor near the field and told me i was too young or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i was heartbroken, cos it was the first time i confessed to a guy i like him but was "rejected"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;since then my self-esteem just went down hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;after that, i can't remember whether we talked again or not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;and that was that, i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;the next year, he already graduated high school and i didn't hear from him for maybe 3 or 4 years later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i was in NS in 2004, and while i was jungle trekking, he called (amazing reception in the middle of no where)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;can't remember what we talked about though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;after my stint in NS, saw him once at a hawker stall.....after that, no word from him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;totally lost contact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;my feelings towards him will always be there but i keep telling myself that i wasn't his type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i can never get this guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;devastated = yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;moved on = yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;still have feelings = i think so cos he was my first crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;the thing is, i don't know him that well to like him even more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;all i heard are stories which i think it's true but you can't believe rumours (naive!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;and then came that faithful day, 9th August 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;didn't want to go out at first, didn't know that daddy wanted to go there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;just got better from my MC of 4 days earlier that week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;but manage to make it to the PC fair in MP that afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;less than 5 minutes into the PC fair, there he was, my crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;playing with his hp, all alone, tall and handsome just like i remembered but a little more buffed-up...totally yummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;we got to catch up for a few minutes and exchange numbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;since i thought he was there with someone, so i let him get going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i got going too.....wondering around the PC fair with bro.....damn bloody crowded and ewkkk....brushing all those sweaty people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;then saw him with a bunch of people who looked like his family but didn't ask, didn't want to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;didn't want to pass him and his group so i turn another way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;heart was beating, it wasn't like i was avoiding him, because the last thing i would do is avoid such a cute guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;it was because i'll be tongue tied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i mean, c'mon, here's the guy that i like since forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;talking to him would just make me blush, even though i think nobody can see me blush cos i'm not that fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;anyway, kept on walking, when all of a sudden we bumped into each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;though it felt like he purposely chased after me....which if it's true, it's kinda flattering and cute (gosh, i'm such a kid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;we talked a little more and went our separate ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;later, he text me saying that it was nice running into me....vice versa too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;bla bla bla.....more catching up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;said that the next time he's back, we'll definitely hang out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;all the feelings rushed back in......but i knew that this will lead to no where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;this thing we have is just friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;cos he already has a gf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i don't want to be cheated with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;and although i want to scold him for flirting with me when he already has a gf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i like the attention he gives me even if he comes back once in a million years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;but i can't pursue anything more than a friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;maybe it's just me, being a little perasan that he still likes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;maybe i read his niceness all wrong.....maybe he is that nice and i am that naive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;but it can't be that i'm always wrong....can't be that i misread his behaviour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i always back down after feeling a little paranoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;can't help it by misreading my own judgment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i told my best friend, rachel about this excitement in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;but when she knew that i was kinda devastated that he already has a girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;she said something that i really wish was true and it was really nice to hear that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;she thought that he and i were perfect for each other, that she was rooting for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;but the thing is, like i said, i don't know who he really is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;just the fact that it's a guy whom i like since forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;but doesn't matter how much he said he likes me and still do or whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i know i can't compete with his girlfriend, whom by the way is with him for almost a decade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;so that spells commitment and loyalty, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i'll definitely lose that battle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;sigh.......i long for someone like him...at least i think i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;not desperate, just longing for that special someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i'm not going to interfere with his relationship....i don't intend to be a bitch or whatever you call it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i can't be the reason a girl is devastated....can't be the reason a heart is broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i don't mind getting MY heart broken....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;but i don't want to be toy-ed around as though i have no feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;so a little flirting doesn't hurt right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;this is where it makes me wonder, is flirting harmless?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i'm trying to put myself in his gf shoes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;will i be hurt if many others flirts with my bf? no...cos he is that cute and it's flattering (crazy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;but will i be hurt if my bf flirts with others? yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i really wish he stops flirting with me.....cos it's not fair to his gf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;also i can't take it knowing that i won't let this go anywhere.....it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;but damn this guy, 9 years and i'm still going ga-ga over him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i don't know what i would do, if he ever crosses that line....or if i can't hide my feelings anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;what would the outcome be if i follow my heart? (dunno)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;and fight for what i want? (as if i dare)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;am i nuts to hope on something impossible? (yes!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i'm just dwelling by that one evening at jonker and a lunch date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;that little dark side of me wishes that he would continue liking me and flirts with me -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;wishes for him to be honest and just tell me the truth&lt;br /&gt;answers is what i need i guess......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;whoever made it by reading this far, thank you for being in my world for "awhile"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;can't believe you read the whole thing...but thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i'm not worried if my crush reads this, cos i can never say this to him in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;better at writing stuff down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;so this is my so called traggic love story.....&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/5024775540740493135-452240534091739859?l=jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/feeds/452240534091739859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024775540740493135&amp;postID=452240534091739859&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/452240534091739859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/452240534091739859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-history-traggic-love-story.html' title='Love History? Traggic Love Story? &quot;Greatgrandmother&quot; Story?'/><author><name>Jo lpw @ Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191889332306210415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SR0gNDMWX_I/AAAAAAAAACM/8HC6KBZhG04/S220/Image031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024775540740493135.post-6576736998028669860</id><published>2009-05-09T23:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:28:45.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she will be missed - NYSN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i've lost my grandma last week. it's been pretty hard for my mom and everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;seeing the coffin being carried out of the house, seeing my mother's reaction is just heart-breaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;to lose a mother, is not in anyone's best interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i've been battling within myself whether i should be sad or not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;in a way, it's a good thing for my granny to have moved on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;and no longer need to suffer a life with illness and being alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;but it just felt it wasn't her time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;yes, i haven't exactly spent all the time i can with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;because i really wish i had more time with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i wish she had more time with us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i am gonna miss her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;but what i'm gonna miss most is without her, there wouldn't be anymore family gatherings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;yes, there will be a few "gatherings" soon for prayers and stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;but, that will slowly fade too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;it's like a string has been cut and there's just no reason to come together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;at least that's how i feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i have been in denial about her passing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;cos thinking about it just hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;seeing the others putting a brave face, felt that i too have to be brave&lt;br /&gt;but i couldn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i know she's in a happy place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;and all i have is to remember that she had remembered me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;on the day i visited her in the hospital on the 2nd of May, before she went unconscious in the afternoon, and died the very next morning not waking up from it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;my aunt asked her whether she knew who i was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i swore she was gonna say my cousin's name....cos i thought she might already gone senile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;but no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;she mentioned my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;and that's the last thing she said to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024775540740493135-6576736998028669860?l=jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/feeds/6576736998028669860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024775540740493135&amp;postID=6576736998028669860&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/6576736998028669860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/6576736998028669860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/2009/05/she-will-be-missed-nysn.html' title='she will be missed - NYSN'/><author><name>Jo lpw @ Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191889332306210415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SR0gNDMWX_I/AAAAAAAAACM/8HC6KBZhG04/S220/Image031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024775540740493135.post-2263935813335266203</id><published>2009-04-19T21:04:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:41:55.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"holiday" in the big city</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Since last Wednesday was Malacca Historical City Day...took leave on the next followings days so i can finally "rest"....been working quite hard since December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;at last, was able to take a trip to KL to waste my bonus.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;well, wanted to take bus on wed afternoon but kind jun ching said he'll be driving up that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;we headed to KLCC....walked through carparks, underground walkway, a little drizzle and reached Pavillion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;then walked to a mamak (can't remember the name but was near a NZ curry house...dunno why i paid attention to a makan place that i wasn't at instead of the one i went to.... -.-''')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;later we watched 'Shinjuku Incident'.....though it was a nice movie, it was definitely violent, gory and ewk....at parts i did feel like throwing up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/Sesoi8RLtnI/AAAAAAAAADI/cPGQqqiPCFw/s1600-h/ShinjukuIncident.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/Sesoi8RLtnI/AAAAAAAAADI/cPGQqqiPCFw/s320/ShinjukuIncident.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326395565054604914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;met up wit a colleague after the movie.....wanted to go for dinner but aunt said that i have to go home by 8.30 to follow her out for dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;so our meet was cut short....we only managed to go out for a drink and a 'road-trip' from one end of a world to another....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;just kidding....though it was "fun" getting stuck in a jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;was wondering how will i survive in KL if i were to ever live there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, the whole of Thursday, went shopping shopping shopping and more shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;first stop, Sunway Pyramid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;ate porridge with "eu char kuey".....not bad.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;next stop was One Utama.....ate at Itallianies for lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SesoYwrE1aI/AAAAAAAAADA/5uR5BhWsyV0/s1600-h/P4160020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SesoYwrE1aI/AAAAAAAAADA/5uR5BhWsyV0/s320/P4160020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326395390143288738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;this was black pepper mushroom soup, i think...wasn't that tasty...i prefer the one i cooked from the can...much more delicious....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/Ses1OZNUe1I/AAAAAAAAADw/pmf8t0gzrp0/s1600-h/P4160024.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/_K2pVltPgJrE/Ses1OZNUe1I/AAAAAAAAADw/pmf8t0gzrp0/s320/P4160024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326409505696938834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;can't believe lyn took this pic....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and the pizza was ok-ok......too many tomatoes......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SespPcVrcmI/AAAAAAAAADY/sqwqltGNnPk/s1600-h/P4160021.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/_K2pVltPgJrE/SespPcVrcmI/AAAAAAAAADY/sqwqltGNnPk/s320/P4160021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326396329577640546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;later, shop shop shop, managed to find 2 blouses....i adore one long sleeved that i bought at Forever 21....wore it the next day.....kena scolded cos didn't wash before use....but who cares....love it love it love it.....wished i had taken a photo then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;we end up going home at nearly 11pm.....and i think cousié's dad @ my uncle got a lil angry that i got her out so late....yikes (sorry lyn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;friday was a bit out....planned to go out with frens but mummy had a thinggie in KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;so had to teman her as she'll just get LOST alone in KL......as if i won't get lost but at least i'm not like her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;since aunty and cousin had to leave early to work and classes, i had to go out as early as 7.30am with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;went and had english breakfast (i have never been so jelak of egg until that day).....just too much egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;anyway, uncle sent me to KLCC right after that and waited or shall i say "kill time" till i had to "fetch" mummy from Puduraya at noon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;OMG.......8.30am in KLCC.....KNS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;shops weren't open then, so sat at food court and stared at blank space....sort of la....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;after "fetching" mummy and dropped her off at maju junction for her thinggie, sat around that so called "dead mall" till 5pm....nearly slept at starbucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;then went back to KLCC for cousin to fecth us, and that was nearly 7.30pm.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;i can officially say that i am sick of KLCC!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;and then there was yesterday.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;went to ikea, just to eat the hotdogs there....simply yummy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;but before that......paid for the most expensive movie ticket in my entire life at Cineleisure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;me and cousié wanted to watch The Fast &amp;amp; The Furious 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/Seszryvs7oI/AAAAAAAAADg/H_kKd3WwBh8/s1600-h/200px-Fast_and_Furious_Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/Seszryvs7oI/AAAAAAAAADg/H_kKd3WwBh8/s320/200px-Fast_and_Furious_Poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326407811744984706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;the only time was suitable was 11.30am, but it was only showing at the Platinum Suites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;i thought she knew the prices but she didn't..cos she also didn't go before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;so we asked the person there, and i swear both of us heard RM14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;but ended up paying RM40 each for that "luxury" cineplex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;thank goodness the show is worth paying for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;but i have to say, best movie experience ever.....recliner seat, SPACIOUS seat.....so so nice!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/Ses0C0XaUjI/AAAAAAAAADo/wvzHCJrBaxk/s1600-h/P4180063.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/_K2pVltPgJrE/Ses0C0XaUjI/AAAAAAAAADo/wvzHCJrBaxk/s320/P4180063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326408207316963890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;all and all, i had a fun week......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;shopping with cousié, meeting with colleague, movie with an old fren, expensive movie i ever paid, nearly dozing off at starbucks and all the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;now zapping back to reality as i have to work tomolo......haiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024775540740493135-2263935813335266203?l=jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/feeds/2263935813335266203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024775540740493135&amp;postID=2263935813335266203&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/2263935813335266203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/2263935813335266203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/2009/04/holiday-in-big-city.html' title='&quot;holiday&quot; in the big city'/><author><name>Jo lpw @ Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191889332306210415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SR0gNDMWX_I/AAAAAAAAACM/8HC6KBZhG04/S220/Image031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/Sesoi8RLtnI/AAAAAAAAADI/cPGQqqiPCFw/s72-c/ShinjukuIncident.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024775540740493135.post-3733217551575896246</id><published>2009-04-11T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T13:23:28.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in a dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i'm torn between continuing my degree when i already have a secured job, but it's not a job that i want/like.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;it's hard to make a decision when it feels like parents are depending on you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;told myself to be selfish and do what i want for a change since all this while i've been doing what they tell me to... =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;spoke to my lecturer and she asked whether i wanted to continue my degree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ever  since i graduated in 2006, i have always wanted to pursue my degree but at that time i just didn't have the financial means to do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and was lack of a few points for a scholarship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;so i gave up then and was also lacking the determination to continuing studying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;so i end up working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;it's not easy....having to look at your friends with degrees and doing what they like doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i admit, am a lil jealous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;so that plays s a small factor on my decision to continue study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;another is cos a diploma is like water to the working life...means nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;there is a vast difference in salary between a diploma holder and a degree holder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and i want to latter.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i have to let my parents know about my decision cos this will affect them financially too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;if i were to continue, i would have to give up alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;no more buying unnecessary stuff....no more shopping for the sake of just shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;gonna have to concentrate on just studying for 2 more years so that i can secure another job which hopefully pays well by the time i graduate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i have to make a decision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;for me, it's now or never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;cos the course i wanna continue is in june&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;lecturer told me that if i were to join this intake, there'll be a 10% discount on the total fees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;which definitely helps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;cos the course i'm planning to pursue is not very cheap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;gonna have to apply again for college scholarship, if not, find some foundation to help, lastly ptptn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;a friend told me, "you're still young" and of course i agree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;but there's just so many things to think through before i make this decision....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;dilemma! dilemma! dilemma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024775540740493135-3733217551575896246?l=jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/feeds/3733217551575896246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024775540740493135&amp;postID=3733217551575896246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/3733217551575896246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/3733217551575896246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-dilemma.html' title='in a dilemma'/><author><name>Jo lpw @ Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191889332306210415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SR0gNDMWX_I/AAAAAAAAACM/8HC6KBZhG04/S220/Image031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024775540740493135.post-485240053475467873</id><published>2009-04-09T19:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:34:06.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23 yrs 2 mths = 278 mths = 8460 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;finally went out for lunch after 2 or 3 weeks of eating bread in the office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;not that i don't wanna eat, just so damn lazy to get my butt out the office to ta-pau solid food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;so, my colleague ajak to go to dataran, and we ate US pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;i think we ordered a personal set, which shud consist of 4 slices of pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;but it came in a regular set, double than what we ordered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;1st time eating 4 slices of pizza......my limit is usually 2, max 3 slices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;so bloated after that...felt like vomiting...cos so jelak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;after that, went to daiso, a japanesse chain store....where every item costs RM5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;which is cheap for some items.....but so bloody expensive for certain items such as a simple comb....ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;earlier in the morning, got the guts to ask permission from my boss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;though it took me 15 minutes to calm myself and gather my words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;asking whether i can go home a lil early tomorrow to attend the good friday mass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;he said no problem.....thank goodness.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;so yea....will leaving work at 3.45pm......yahoooooooo.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;but it will be a long tiring day, going to mass right after work, might be attending the procession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;haiz haiz haiz......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;anyway, i can't wait for next wednesday, am finally going up to kl by myself....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;gonna do some damages to my bank account by doing some hardcore shopping....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;we will see how far i'll go once in kl.....^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;oooh...just realised...........i'm exactly 23 yrs and 2 mths old......crap! tt's not a good thing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; wait....23 yrs and 2 mths young!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; 23 yrs 2 mths = 278 mths = 8460 days.....and counting!!&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/5024775540740493135-485240053475467873?l=jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/feeds/485240053475467873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024775540740493135&amp;postID=485240053475467873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/485240053475467873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/485240053475467873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/2009/04/23-yrs-2-mths-278-mths-8460-days.html' title='23 yrs 2 mths = 278 mths = 8460 days'/><author><name>Jo lpw @ Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191889332306210415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SR0gNDMWX_I/AAAAAAAAACM/8HC6KBZhG04/S220/Image031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024775540740493135.post-8912468239610305981</id><published>2009-04-08T22:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:13:05.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday's with Rae</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;another boring day at work....finally my immediate officer came back from a week's leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;thought that at last, i'll be busy again....since he's back, but i still had time to wonder around in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;crazy of me to actually wanting more work to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;but i guess it's better than being totally bored....it can really drive a person insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;while at work, heard BSB's As Long As You Love Me on a customer's caller ringtone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;whoops.....slipped back to 1998 or is it 2000 when that song came on air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;man....i remembered watching that video clip a gazillion times....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;the one where the guys auditioned 6 girls for smtg....weird cos the band only consist of 5 boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;so i always wonder why do they need 6 girls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;well, anyway, couldn't care less about it now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;moving on, had my Wednesday's-With-Rachel...but this time it's straight up after work....compare to lunch time previously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;had so much laughter about........uoh-oh....crap (rae, i forgot wat it was about again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;anyway, while we were having dinner at nando's, heard yet again another BSB song, this time it was Get Down......sigh.....good old days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;later went to dataran for a walk-a-ton....seems like we walk n walk n walk......from one end to the other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;but walking on top of dataran's field was just amazing....very calm, breezy....nice evening out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;all and all, i had fun today....tired but fun....nice continuation from saturday.... =)&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/5024775540740493135-8912468239610305981?l=jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/feeds/8912468239610305981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024775540740493135&amp;postID=8912468239610305981&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/8912468239610305981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/8912468239610305981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/2009/04/wednesdays-with-rae.html' title='Wednesday&apos;s with Rae'/><author><name>Jo lpw @ Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191889332306210415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SR0gNDMWX_I/AAAAAAAAACM/8HC6KBZhG04/S220/Image031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024775540740493135.post-2112306062118387588</id><published>2009-04-04T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:23:28.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>better day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;so nice having Rachel home at last....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;it's been awhile since we hang out and chat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;kept my mind busy with just talking and not really thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;but i think i talked too much till can drool while talk while eat.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OMG....like uncivilized person....what a sight to behold..... -.-'''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;anyway, we went to mcd and sat there for 2 hours.....just chatting....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;more to me talking than her....sorry girl....i know i talked too much....hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;after that, went around dataran....walk walk a bit....ate chocolate waffle.....thanks girl for letting me have some....i enjoyed it....never tried before this actually....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;after that, went to "thai wadee reflexology" for a fish spa thinggie....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;the one where u put ur feet in a pool....and little fishes start nibbling off ur dead cells....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;very ticklish...nearly half an hour of torture for rachel, i think.....but i had fun though....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;thanks girl for temaning me...wish we had more time to chat.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;boys. careers. dates. holiday. etc etc etc.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;muaks girl!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024775540740493135-2112306062118387588?l=jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/feeds/2112306062118387588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024775540740493135&amp;postID=2112306062118387588&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/2112306062118387588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/2112306062118387588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-nice-having-rachel-home-at-last.html' title='better day'/><author><name>Jo lpw @ Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191889332306210415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SR0gNDMWX_I/AAAAAAAAACM/8HC6KBZhG04/S220/Image031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024775540740493135.post-3540952420515091939</id><published>2009-04-02T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:20:01.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living versus Surviving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;people often forget how to LIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;rather, all they try to do in this life is survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;the world out there is tough, i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;but why do we tend to just survive and not LIVE our lives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;sitting at my desk, thinking that this job indeed doesn't suit me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;thinking that this is not what i was born to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;this is not what i want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;has always made me realize it's time to toughen up and pursue something i really like doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;this job is not something that i want, but it is something that i need to survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;which brings me back to my point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;people often forget how to LIVE!! including me, that is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;how are we suppose to live if we do not like what we do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;doing something we don't like in order to survive is not exactly living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;what i am frustrated about is that i have to start out young to be carrying such a burden to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;it's not exactly that i have to support my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;but in a way, i feel like whatever i do, i have to keep in mind that my actions/decision will affect them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;whether it's quitting my job to continue my studies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;or getting a job in another state&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i can't help but to be totally aware of all pros and cons if i were to make such decisions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i do want to get out of my house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;one, because i feel like my folks are controlling my life 24/7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;two, because i have the need to be independent, cos if i don't start now, when will i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i didn't exactly had the luxury of furthering my studies or pursuing something i like, maybe i lack the confidence but that's beside the point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;though i feel like i have no motivation to do what i want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;lack of drive, confidence, knowledge and support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i have no support from practically everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;which leads to me being so needy.....longing for that mr. right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;but then again, it pushes me to be that independent, and i think that scares me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;omg....i think that might also scare guys to approach me.....cos i'm independent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;hahahahaha....hearing myself say that in my head makes me wanna burst to laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i don't think that I'm that independent....cos I'm still living with my folks....feeding off them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;but that doesn't mean I'm needy nor dependent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;or that i can be independent and not needy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;crap!! lost what i wanted to say and got lost on what I'm suppose to mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;sigh~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i need a break from life.......traveling across Europe will definitely help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;but that would be so costly......maybe seeing a shrink would be good too...same thing...costly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;anybody wants to be my shrink for FOC?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;oh gosh....I'm going nuts....as usual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;madness!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;so....i do wanna be selfish and live on my own but thinking about it just affects my daily life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i know that times are bad and changing jobs right now isn't that of a brilliant move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;but keeping the recession factor aside, i have always wanted to live on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;out of this comfort zone but honestly i think i'm scared of that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;so i have to make a decision, no hurry though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;just wish i could have this conversation with my folks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i'm too young to be surviving......i need to be living!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;but first, i have to figure out what the hell is it that i want in life!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;haiz...... -.-'''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024775540740493135-3540952420515091939?l=jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/feeds/3540952420515091939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024775540740493135&amp;postID=3540952420515091939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/3540952420515091939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/3540952420515091939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/2009/04/living-versus-surviving.html' title='Living versus Surviving'/><author><name>Jo lpw @ Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191889332306210415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SR0gNDMWX_I/AAAAAAAAACM/8HC6KBZhG04/S220/Image031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024775540740493135.post-7107631248911697156</id><published>2009-04-01T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:49:22.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Never cry for any relationships in life&lt;br /&gt;Because for the one whom you cry does not deserve your tears&lt;br /&gt;And the one who deserves will never let you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat everyone with politeness&lt;br /&gt;Even those who are rude to you&lt;br /&gt;Not because they are not nice&lt;br /&gt;But because you are nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never search your happiness in others&lt;br /&gt;It will only make you feel alone&lt;br /&gt;Rather, search it in yourself&lt;br /&gt;You will feel happy even if you are left alone&lt;br /&gt;&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/5024775540740493135-7107631248911697156?l=jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/feeds/7107631248911697156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024775540740493135&amp;postID=7107631248911697156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/7107631248911697156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/7107631248911697156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/2009/04/jolie-has-lost-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo lpw @ Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191889332306210415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SR0gNDMWX_I/AAAAAAAAACM/8HC6KBZhG04/S220/Image031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024775540740493135.post-4663299031842286857</id><published>2009-03-31T22:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:18:38.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cafe ruah -&gt; almost getting a tat -&gt; beauty pageant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;last Saturday was interesting....&lt;br /&gt;went to work as usual....(i can't believe i had to work on MOST Saturdays)&lt;br /&gt;later evening, went to cemetery....it's been awhile since i visited my grandpas grave...&lt;br /&gt;rushed back home, and headed out with bro to St. Theressa's church&lt;br /&gt;the youth of all churches in Malacca had a thingie called "Cafe Ruah"&lt;br /&gt;it's where the youth gathers and just mingle&lt;br /&gt;we had it in a hall with "romantic" candles on the table, youths playing an instrument or sing.....kinda like a bistro&lt;br /&gt;all i did was sulk in the pathetic excuse of a chair the second i got there....&lt;br /&gt;never lifted my butt till the night ended&lt;br /&gt;didn't want to go.....but teman'ed'  my bro....also, wasn't exactly up for an earth hour home with my folks, so just getting out of the house seems like a good idea&lt;br /&gt;anyway, had fun looking at teenagers.....wished i was still one....the life of no worries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Sunday came along.....&lt;br /&gt;didn't feel like teaching the kids anything.......just didn't have the mood&lt;br /&gt;guess I'm still in the "in-between-phase"&lt;br /&gt;but managed to go through my lesson without releasing any anger on my kids&lt;br /&gt;later when classes were over, waited for bro to finish lecturing the youths for some disaster they had caused&lt;br /&gt;that went by short....cos he really didn't want to be the middle guy to lecture those youths&lt;br /&gt;so both of us were just not in a happy place that day&lt;br /&gt;and so i drove us to a tattoo parlor...ever ready to get a permanent ink&lt;br /&gt;i was just a closed-door away from getting a tat......lucky thing the guy was out for lunch&lt;br /&gt;being a no-patience-in-waiting kinda person, i left.&lt;br /&gt;no tats now, but I'm still considering&lt;br /&gt;just found a design that I really really want....just need the courage to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, there's today&lt;br /&gt;well, there is this Miss Public Bank Beauty Pageant coming up next year&lt;br /&gt;and the centre I'm working at are suppose to send 1 contestant for the preliminary round during this years annual dinner...and most of my colleagues are kinda forcing/encouraging/persuading me to represent our centre....&lt;br /&gt;like any other beauty pageant, there's evening gown, talent, swimwear and Q&amp;amp;A category&lt;br /&gt;as much as I wanted to submit my application......i just don't have the guts.....&lt;br /&gt;a friend told me if I were to do it for my colleagues, then it's a waste of time...which is true&lt;br /&gt;but I DID wanna participate to challenge myself.....cos it would be fun and it's something I'd like to do&lt;br /&gt;but in the end of the day, I caved into my fear of wearing a swimsuit in public -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;I have no fear of being in the public's eye, been there, done that......but just not where I have to parade around my body in a swimsuit in front of the whole world.....(ok, I'm exaggerating)&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind if I had to do it in front of group of strangers but in front of my people I work with?&lt;br /&gt;imagine my "baby fats" flabbing (is this even a word?) around my waist....waiting to catch a glimpse to every eye out there during the annual dinner....OMG&lt;br /&gt;I can wear as little as a miniskirt or shorts with blouses or tank tops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;but swimsuit or bikini......no thanks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;~jolie @ the shy girl who needs more guts if she were to participate in the pageant~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024775540740493135-4663299031842286857?l=jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/feeds/4663299031842286857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024775540740493135&amp;postID=4663299031842286857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/4663299031842286857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/4663299031842286857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/2009/03/cafe-ruah-almost-getting-tat.html' title='cafe ruah -&gt; almost getting a tat -&gt; beauty pageant'/><author><name>Jo lpw @ Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191889332306210415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SR0gNDMWX_I/AAAAAAAAACM/8HC6KBZhG04/S220/Image031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024775540740493135.post-6940908792682021041</id><published>2009-03-27T18:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T19:21:17.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed signals -&gt; Flirting -&gt; Fun -&gt; Misunderstanding -&gt; Buds?</title><content type='html'>had a very gloomy day last Wednesday.....since I lost my "light" the day before&lt;br /&gt;I hate goodbyes....even when Jaclyn (colleague/friend) left after 5 mths with me in the bank, I couldn't help but to cry&lt;br /&gt;it's really torturing to know that I'm "losing" a friend....&lt;br /&gt;I know that we will remain friends and eventually the feeling will pass&lt;br /&gt;but I really hate the in between times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went thru the same thing last Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;that made me so sad the very next day&lt;br /&gt;was feeling down till I couldn't eat breakfast and lunch.....only ate dinner and thankfully didn't passed out in the bathroom at nite&lt;br /&gt;I think I allow myself to get too close to my colleague&lt;br /&gt;who I felt led me to believe that he likes me&lt;br /&gt;and eventually clouded my instinct that he is not single&lt;br /&gt;even if he was, I know I wouldn't and couldn't be with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow maybe I knew he was not single and perhaps I didn't want to believe that cos I like spending time with him&lt;br /&gt;like my previous post, he really showed me how to have a lil fun in life&lt;br /&gt;flirts with me.....somehow I felt like someone cared for me....&lt;br /&gt;cos I haven't felt that in awhile&lt;br /&gt;maybe I thought I like him too&lt;br /&gt;but I also think that maybe I just like the idea of someone who seem to care about me&lt;br /&gt;(pathetic -.-''' and so so naive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, whether or not he lied,&lt;br /&gt;whether or not he cared&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling myself that, maybe cos he needs a lil "fun" away time from his not so available status (don't laugh ok 'K' cos I don't want to say the word)&lt;br /&gt;maybe he just needed a friend in a not so familiar place&lt;br /&gt;maybe he "used" me for whatever excuse he has (but i have no hard feelings 'K')&lt;br /&gt;so flirting is as far as I can go to entertain him....and give myself the feeling of having someone who cares and wants to spend time with me&lt;br /&gt;and I'm so so so so very sorry if I have been selfish&lt;br /&gt;I hope he enjoyed hanging out with me as much as I did&lt;br /&gt;I guess in the end maybe all I need was a friend&lt;br /&gt;and "losing" a friend is difficult to bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish I could blame him for all the mixed signals he was sending&lt;br /&gt;but I'm not going too (cos I enjoyed it.... :) )&lt;br /&gt;hope we both can put this misunderstanding but yet enjoyable time behind us and remain buds&lt;br /&gt;(buds 'K'?)&lt;br /&gt;cos I love you as a friend my dear!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~jolie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024775540740493135-6940908792682021041?l=jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/feeds/6940908792682021041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024775540740493135&amp;postID=6940908792682021041&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/6940908792682021041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/6940908792682021041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/2009/03/mixed-signals-flirting-fun.html' title='Mixed signals -&gt; Flirting -&gt; Fun -&gt; Misunderstanding -&gt; Buds?'/><author><name>Jo lpw @ Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191889332306210415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SR0gNDMWX_I/AAAAAAAAACM/8HC6KBZhG04/S220/Image031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024775540740493135.post-4079704310317740883</id><published>2009-03-24T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:15:50.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Light!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;as I stare through the glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;there is a light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;a light that brightens up my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;a light that really makes me laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;one who makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;there is a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;that had gave me hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;showed me how to enjoy life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;to take it easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;to just have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;though I feel like the light is hiding some darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I can never put any blame on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;every light has its darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;as I stare through that glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;that life has moved on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but I will learn to cope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;learn to fill this void eventually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;learn to live without that feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;of just having someone to talk to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;someone to disturb, someone to flirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;someone to share our thoughts, heartache and laughter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;as I look through that glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;all I have now are memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;all so very sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;never once was it bitter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;as I look through that glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;now there's just darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;no one to smile at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;no one to wink at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;no one trying to take a peek at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;no one to care for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;through that glass.....you showed me fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;you showed me life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I should have never get too close too that light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;because now I miss it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I really wish that this day would never come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I hate you for coming....I hate you for leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;through that glass......my light.....my friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"thank you for everything and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; best wishes for you and your family! :)"&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/5024775540740493135-4079704310317740883?l=jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/feeds/4079704310317740883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024775540740493135&amp;postID=4079704310317740883&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/4079704310317740883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/4079704310317740883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-light.html' title='My Light!!'/><author><name>Jo lpw @ Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191889332306210415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SR0gNDMWX_I/AAAAAAAAACM/8HC6KBZhG04/S220/Image031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024775540740493135.post-7322416451861009406</id><published>2009-01-05T19:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:11:27.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a good start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;2009 begun to a very good start....i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i have always ask myself, what is my purpose in life? everyone has a purpose on earth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i was gonna give up cos if u know me, i've been complaining tt my life sucks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;well, i certainly want it to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;tt's y i think this year is gonna be different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;the priest in my church approached me to teach std 1 kids at sunday school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;so this coming sunday will be my 1st time teaching those kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i'm extremely nervous....i have no idea why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;but i know i can do this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;being around kids.....omg.....they can be so cute.....n also be the devil....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i know what i'm in for.....but it doesn't harm to be positive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;it's not as if i can say i found my purpose, but i think doing this will make me happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;it sure does makes life a little more fulfilling....i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~jolie~&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/5024775540740493135-7322416451861009406?l=jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/feeds/7322416451861009406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024775540740493135&amp;postID=7322416451861009406&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/7322416451861009406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/7322416451861009406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-start.html' title='a good start'/><author><name>Jo lpw @ Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191889332306210415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SR0gNDMWX_I/AAAAAAAAACM/8HC6KBZhG04/S220/Image031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024775540740493135.post-3863342689312579716</id><published>2008-11-28T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:21:20.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i fell in love with a guy a i couldn't get........maybe it's just a crush....&lt;br /&gt;but still.....i like a guy i couldn't get&lt;br /&gt;why is it tt all the guys i want, i can't seem to get?&lt;br /&gt;or maybe all guys tt i can't get is tt one tt i want?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....i'm pretty sure it's the former.....cos they were single when i liked them&lt;br /&gt;guys tt i like always slip thru my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not the daring kind of person to tell my feelings to a guy.&lt;br /&gt;i was once. but tt was nearly 10 yrs ago....i was younger.....n i told a guy i like him...&lt;br /&gt;and was "crushed"....&lt;br /&gt;ever since then, i have never been tt brave to say or show to someone tt i like him&lt;br /&gt;of cos i go around telling my gal frens n bro tt i like this person or tt person...&lt;br /&gt;ok...not exactly go around telling.....but u get wat i mean.&lt;br /&gt;currently, i like a few guys.....so i tell myself tt those feelings are just crushes....&lt;br /&gt;n here's the thing.....they're younger than me.....&lt;br /&gt;omg....to think about it....all the guys tt i so-called like are younger than me.....&lt;br /&gt;not tt i have a problem with tt...i dun care bout tt age barrier.....&lt;br /&gt;but just like me....they have no guts to say anything to me..&lt;br /&gt;someone once told me tt guys are probably intimidated by me? i wanna know y!&lt;br /&gt;am i tt un-approachable? tsk tsk.....wat is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;do i have to be so cute-sy, girly and silly for a guy to aproach me?&lt;br /&gt;of cos i'm not going to do tt.....oh gosh.....tt wudn't be me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i have to smile a lil bit MORE..... (^_^)&lt;br /&gt;maybe is the fact tt all my peers are still studying n they're closer to those who are still studying...&lt;br /&gt;left me all out......working my a** off.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if i grew up to be a LIL of a tough chick.&lt;br /&gt;i dun open up much to anybody.....i do tell stuff to a handful of ppl&lt;br /&gt;but nobody really knows wat the hell is going thru my mind.....exactly&lt;br /&gt;parents? who in the world tell their folks their darkest secret, worries, etc.....&lt;br /&gt;yea...ur mom cud be ur best fren...but tt doesn't mean she knows eveything tt's happening in ur life&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather eat vegetables than talk to them about my feelings&lt;br /&gt;talking to parents = complicated&lt;br /&gt;ok gosh.....i'm babbling already.....&lt;br /&gt;seriously.....i think tt i will never find a guy in my life.....&lt;br /&gt;a colleague told me tt maybe i have a high standard when i'm "looking". do i?&lt;br /&gt;i really think tt i'm not...cos y else wud i be jealous of seeing tt younger guy(s) go out with another girl....rite?&lt;br /&gt;it's not just with one guy....it's every single one tt i like, either like someone else or have no guts...&lt;br /&gt;(imagine me with a lil tears now) tsk tsk....&lt;br /&gt;all these thoughts just makes me think tt i am indeed too damn complicated....i mite as well choke myself or smtg....&lt;br /&gt;or maybe get a puppy get all these over n done with&lt;br /&gt;i ask myself what prompt me to writing this today......n it's amazing how this happen&lt;br /&gt;all bcos i saw a guy i like whom i can't get&lt;br /&gt;i need advice ppl.....anyone who is reading....just leave a comment on anything.....&lt;br /&gt;i need some advice.....i really think i'm going to have a meltdown, if not now....soon....&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my mood changes very fast.....according to my astrological sign, i can be happy for one moment and fall in the pits of depression the very next second.....this is definitely one of those moments.....feels crazy.....&lt;--------------feels like it's not related, but this proves my point.....it's getting crazier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024775540740493135-3863342689312579716?l=jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/feeds/3863342689312579716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024775540740493135&amp;postID=3863342689312579716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/3863342689312579716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/3863342689312579716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-fell-in-love-with-guy-i-couldnt-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo lpw @ Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191889332306210415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SR0gNDMWX_I/AAAAAAAAACM/8HC6KBZhG04/S220/Image031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024775540740493135.post-3550390048885466259</id><published>2008-10-31T19:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:08:29.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frog under a Shell??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;it has been a long time since "my hair" came up.....&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so lazy to be blogging.....nothing interesting to say i guess&lt;br /&gt;unlike some ppl who can really go on and on and on.....&lt;br /&gt;well, i have plenty to talk about....but just these fingers of mine so lazy type....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;it has been a fun month. feels like october really flew by&lt;br /&gt;lets see, raya week, officers went on leave so office was kinda empty...work also less stressful&lt;br /&gt;the next week, i had to go to bangi for training. went there on tues afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;after 2 days training, i catched a ktm from serdang to subang....met a very very old fren, rashidah&lt;br /&gt;i miss u babe.....&lt;br /&gt;she arrived kinda late to pick me.....hmmm....girl, u make me wait very long leh.....my back killing me cos of my heavy bag u know....lol...but no biggie now obviously&lt;br /&gt;after we hug n make out (just kidding).....after all the hugs n introduction to her 2nd bro, we went to subang parade (i think)....to have dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;all this while that i've known her, i have never met her bro or her mom b4&lt;br /&gt;we chatted a lil n then head back to her place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;she had earlier told me that she's bringing me to the best club in KL&lt;br /&gt;being a 2 left feet person....i actually didn't want to go....&lt;br /&gt;but being the "jakun" never-step-into-a-club person, hell yea i wanna go! and so i did!!&lt;br /&gt;we head to Euphoria - Ministry of Sound in Sunway&lt;br /&gt;it was a great experince even though i felt so wiped out.....cos have been attending trainning in the morning till evening, and clubbing till nearly 4am&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went to mamak with her frens.....i have no idea how they can still eat...&lt;br /&gt;all i wanted to do was catch on some zzzzzzzzzzzz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;by the time her fren's sister's bf send us home, it was 5.&lt;br /&gt;we chatted a lil and ended up sleeping at 6AM. woke up at 8 and felt a lil not sleepy.......(crazy)&lt;br /&gt;but manage to lie n rest till noon....&lt;br /&gt;one crazy hectic day.....but i enjoyed it....1st time clubbing and all....&lt;br /&gt;i really am a "katak bawah tempurung"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my 'wednesday's with rae' this week....and as usual we plan to go somewhere.....&lt;br /&gt;langkawi, redang, bali....&lt;br /&gt;dunno this time will jadi anot....&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it will&lt;br /&gt;dad did not say no......but he didn't say yes either...&lt;br /&gt;but i take tt as a good sign cos he didn't say NO!&lt;br /&gt;all smiles and waiting for november&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, it's end of october......happy halloween ppl!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024775540740493135-3550390048885466259?l=jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/feeds/3550390048885466259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024775540740493135&amp;postID=3550390048885466259&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/3550390048885466259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/3550390048885466259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/2008/10/frog-under-shell.html' title='Frog under a Shell??'/><author><name>Jo lpw @ Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191889332306210415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SR0gNDMWX_I/AAAAAAAAACM/8HC6KBZhG04/S220/Image031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024775540740493135.post-2838828633072592839</id><published>2008-08-29T18:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T19:15:09.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hair........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;today didn't turn out as the way i planned at all....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;supposed to be in kl but ran into some complications....but i dun wanna talk about tt....makes me even more angry nie....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;anyway, i have a weakness i wish i cud overcome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;whenever i'm angry.....i tend to spend unnecessarily....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;like today, i was filled wit anger....so i decided to cut my hair....dye it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i swear if i had more time, i would have gotten a tattoo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;maybe i just feel the need to spend n hopefully make my mind concentrate in smtg i might regret than to face the anger boiling inside of me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i have done this a couple of times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;being very angry n not confronting my anger....instead spend on smtg i dun need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but today.....i' glad i did exactly tt....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i finally like my new hair cut.....!!! i think.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;maybe it hasn't sunk in yet....but we'll see how tomolo, whether i still like it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024775540740493135-2838828633072592839?l=jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/feeds/2838828633072592839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024775540740493135&amp;postID=2838828633072592839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/2838828633072592839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/2838828633072592839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-hair.html' title='My Hair........'/><author><name>Jo lpw @ Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191889332306210415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SR0gNDMWX_I/AAAAAAAAACM/8HC6KBZhG04/S220/Image031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024775540740493135.post-1091598904892542510</id><published>2008-08-23T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:34:33.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stamford college sports carnival 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we won! we won! we won!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well, i entered the Stamford College Sports Carnival as an alumni....for my former college....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;playing netball......which i love so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i haven't played netball in a couple of yrs so it's kinda tiring.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i used to be able to run around but this time not so much....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;maybe cos didn't get to practice much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;anyway, me n bro left for DBKL at 6.30am. arrived at dunno la wat time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wasnt' looking at the time at tt moment....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the sports carnival consist of the stamford contingents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stamford College Malacca (SCM), Stamford College PJ (SCPJ), Stamford College KL (SCKL) &amp;amp; Stamford College Staff &amp;amp; Alumni's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;for netball....SCM sent 2 teams.....team A is the team I'm in which consist of 80% students n 20% staff......team b is the opposite.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;team A (my team) winning gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and the other team winning bronze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it's a damn good feeling winning this game.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the other teams were 100% more aggresive than both of our teams.....and yet we WON!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it's not pure luck.....it's hard work and alot of patience while the game is on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cos the game was kinda brutal......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;there were other sports too....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;basketball.....SCM female team won 1st n 3rd placing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;male team won 3rd placing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ping pong, we won 2nd placing.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;badminton we won 1st &amp;amp; 3rd.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;volleyball...we won 1st &amp;amp; 3rd again......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so in other words.....we kick the other contingents of stamford real bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&amp;amp; we won the overall trophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we kicked lots of a** man.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wah.....so proud!!!       :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so....as a souvenir......i got definitely a gold medal la....and a sore-aching body......nearly busted knee.....and a lil bit of tan!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024775540740493135-1091598904892542510?l=jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/feeds/1091598904892542510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024775540740493135&amp;postID=1091598904892542510&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/1091598904892542510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/1091598904892542510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/2008/08/stamford-college-sports-carnival-2008.html' title='stamford college sports carnival 2008'/><author><name>Jo lpw @ Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191889332306210415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SR0gNDMWX_I/AAAAAAAAACM/8HC6KBZhG04/S220/Image031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024775540740493135.post-1436300659005482186</id><published>2008-08-18T06:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:00:24.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>avril wannabe tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SKl-0JY3SQI/AAAAAAAAACE/bzv74tRmHn0/s1600-h/DSC01050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235855476133415170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="307" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SKl-0JY3SQI/AAAAAAAAACE/bzv74tRmHn0/s320/DSC01050.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hitz.fm DJ's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'll have to say that i had a blast at dataran melaka last saturday.....hitz were here for the avril wannabe tour.......DJ's were pretty nice.....ean n jin are so cute!!! jj &amp;amp; rudy are funny as ever....natalie is so slim n tall n pretty....moots...hmm....he shud smile more....adam c like so quiet....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, here are some pics....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235852672808710850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SKl8Q-MK8sI/AAAAAAAAABk/_A_89o_CZGM/s320/IMG_0987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;moots, adam c, me &amp;amp; jin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SKl8RCJr63I/AAAAAAAAABs/dqfa-aozpUM/s1600-h/IMG_0988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235852673872030578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SKl8RCJr63I/AAAAAAAAABs/dqfa-aozpUM/s320/IMG_0988.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ean, me &amp;amp; natalie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SKl8RYDXsAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nSvInb9AHs0/s1600-h/DSC01105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235852679751118850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SKl8RYDXsAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nSvInb9AHs0/s320/DSC01105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rudy, bro, me &amp;amp; jj &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SKl8RoLDEhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WFeYMXthZTg/s1600-h/DSC01119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235852684078289426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SKl8RoLDEhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WFeYMXthZTg/s320/DSC01119.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the gang!!! priceless pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024775540740493135-1436300659005482186?l=jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/feeds/1436300659005482186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024775540740493135&amp;postID=1436300659005482186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/1436300659005482186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024775540740493135/posts/default/1436300659005482186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/2008/08/avril-wannabe-tour.html' title='avril wannabe tour'/><author><name>Jo lpw @ Jolie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10191889332306210415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SR0gNDMWX_I/AAAAAAAAACM/8HC6KBZhG04/S220/Image031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K2pVltPgJrE/SKl-0JY3SQI/AAAAAAAAACE/bzv74tRmHn0/s72-c/DSC01050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024775540740493135.post-9116379225113878132</id><published>2008-08-16T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T21:51:02.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;thanks to my best friend, rae &amp;amp; my cousin, angelyn....decided to create this blog.....hopefully i will make use of it....haha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;will be posting a few pics from the avril wannabe tour tt happened this morning at dataran melaka....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i had a BLAST........thanks guys....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;~peace~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5024775540740493135-9116379225113878132?l=jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolpw-jolie-w.blogspot.com/feeds/9116379225113878132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024775540740493135&amp;postID=9116379225113878132&amp;isPopup=true' 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