<?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-13808238</id><updated>2012-02-17T16:55:50.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JASMINEAKAEMILY</title><subtitle type='html'>My Personal Space</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>360</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-7666354964506008436</id><published>2011-03-10T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T00:48:46.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Caught up over dinner with a bunch of friends I used to work with. Some remain quite the same; some, like me, turned into another self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;As I mentioned, I could barely recognize myself as the person I used to be when I was little. I could never figure out whether it’s for the better or worse, but I do know I’m getting stronger little by little every day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;2 were observers, while 2 were more vocal. I talked a lot as usual, along with another sweet friend. From there, I realized no one is considered stronger or thoughtful than the other; we are merely individuals that possess the capacity to derive unique philosophies. We held different past, present, environment and culture, which is no wonder even our values are different. I’m learning not to force my philosophies, and only limiting them to sharing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;However, undeniably, no matter what or how will we eventually turn out, I’m glad all of us are strong, independent women.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/13808238-7666354964506008436?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/7666354964506008436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=7666354964506008436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/7666354964506008436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/7666354964506008436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2011/03/caught-up.html' title='Caught up'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-655349408067084381</id><published>2011-03-09T00:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T00:09:18.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Show, by Lenka</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="450" height="283" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/elsh3J5lJ6g" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted. =3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-655349408067084381?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/655349408067084381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=655349408067084381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/655349408067084381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/655349408067084381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2011/03/show-by-lenka.html' title='The Show, by Lenka'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/elsh3J5lJ6g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-2966690523252912133</id><published>2011-03-09T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T00:02:25.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Just came back from Scuba Diving theory class. It was fruitful, picked up a lot of tips and noted some important key points. Most of all, I picked out something that&amp;nbsp;isn't&amp;nbsp;just applicable to scuba dive, but to life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;People around you can only judge from how you appear to look; only yourself knows truly the situation you are in. Voice out, if you have to.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;Many times, we expect someone else to read what we are thinking, what exactly &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; we want. Yes, I do agree our emotions are reflected through the expressions in our face, but it can only show so much. All of us have a mind of our own; if your childhood includes “Banana in Pajamas”, you probably know where you gotten the idea of mind-reading from.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I’m not saying to hang an emotional tag around your neck, but when a certain conclusive decision is derived through our own unique philosophy, maybe it’s time to voice it out. Else, expecting a total fit of understanding will be seemingly unfair, to whoever it may be.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Building up myself doesn’t require to go by a certain type of book or rules. Little enlightenment through the simple paths I walk everyday aids me to grow and bloom. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-2966690523252912133?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/2966690523252912133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=2966690523252912133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/2966690523252912133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/2966690523252912133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2011/03/voice.html' title='Voice'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-3478967121112082683</id><published>2011-03-08T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T00:55:41.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Once, a friend told me about the restart button in life… and I think I’m about to push mine down soon, completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;"&gt;Somehow in life, at one stage or another, you undergo this stale, stagnant experience… and you either tell yourself ‘that’s it, that’s just life,’ or you give it a total facelift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;"&gt;Well… for that, I had experience quite a handful, which is the reason why I am today right now. Looking back, even only for couple of years, it really isn’t surprising that you might not even be able to recognize me. I changed so frequently, so much, that I just wonder who I am already sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;"&gt;But now no, this antsy girl still lives within me. The withdrawal symptoms from the constant change are slowly creeping into me. I sat down in a quiet space and try to reach out to the inner me… but it because too far-fetched. I haven’t even realized the distance had grown so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;"&gt;I was that girl who hid every single smile, who was ashamed to speak in English, who couldn’t even make out what happens next after high school. That girl who used to silently pray and wish that limelight would never hit her, and avoid every single chance to speak. Think of a friend of yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;"&gt;whom you never understand why they never speak, and that would be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;"&gt;And about who I am now? The total opposite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;"&gt;From the fluency of English, you could never tell I came from a family who barely speaks it. And that being said, I never spoke well of myself, even that would be the fact I believe in. Not for the sake of being humble though, but believing yourself able to live up to a certain standard probably brings you a harder fall when either the facts of truth hit you, or you deteriorate. You may say it’s signs of insecurities, but to me, it’s just me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;"&gt;Yesterday I took a stroll home after running some errands. I stared into the sky, and felt a swarm of nostalgia. I thought change was good, but subconsciously I defaced myself. I mourned for my loss, which in irony it’s a gain according to many. Which I was totally submerged into my thoughts during the walk, my feet brought me in front of the crossroad. I then realized I had to choose between someone the society loves, or myself.&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/13808238-3478967121112082683?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/3478967121112082683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=3478967121112082683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/3478967121112082683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/3478967121112082683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2011/03/mutate.html' title='Mutate'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-3339366586914145</id><published>2011-03-08T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T00:51:08.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Trust is an important element in relationships. Even thought needed in every sort, romantic ones are especially.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;My parents brought me up and guided me my first step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;The brother I grew up with runs the same blood within my veins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;My friends, though, share joys and woes, left me with ample personal space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;A romantic relationship, however, is talking about how you have to spend the rest of your life with someone that pops into your life at unexpected... or expected moments. It may be your current friend, it may be a second degree friendship, or it may just be a stranger you took the same train with everyday. I haven’t seen cupid, I have no idea what his mood might bring you into. So, right here, we are talking about handing your entire fate into someone else’s hands, someone you used to barely know. Trust, this essential element is the antidote to maintaining a positive relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;And one thing for sure about myself, is that I have an issue with trust. My invisible walls are built up so high that you probably need a ladder to climb over those obstructive barriers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Yet the kind of relationship I am in right now is surviving solely base on trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Have you ever treasure a fate so much that it gives you the strength to forsake certain reality you learn to know? You know even thought dark thoughts will eventually swam up, but you chose to keep them in whichever tiny corner you can find in your conscious and pretend it never exist, at least for the so long as it last?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;It wouldn’t be me if I haven’t triple check on a piece of information, but right now I haven’t pop a single question, or even requested an elucidation. I constantly dug into my heart and pump in fuel that keeps my inner strength for trust, and silently pray that everything will turn out okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Someone once spoke the cliché phrase “love is blind,” you gotta believe every single letter. For all you may know, I may not be too far from my breaking point, but for every single moment I spent despite the callings of guilt, the word regret never surfaced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-3339366586914145?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/3339366586914145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=3339366586914145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/3339366586914145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/3339366586914145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2011/03/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-728492717227455633</id><published>2011-01-13T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T23:44:47.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perception</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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We grew up from an environment teaching us how to differentiate right from wrong, to say thank you after receiving a present. When you did not, you are rude, even though you appreciated and thank silently in your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Have you ever wonder the feelings of a third party of a relationship or a vengeful murderer, other than being stereotypically judgmental, pointing fingers and commenting it’s just politically wrong? How about asking yourself, if it was you, do you even have the guts to commit such act?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Are you mentally strong enough to go for something you really want? Or are you capable to go all lengths for something you deem unjust? You might be unable to, but I did not judge you. So, think again- why are you judging people whom have totally no relations to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;A third party of a relationship may love, and willing to fall into an affair that may result in consequence most can’t bear. This is foreseeable, yet they are willing to give it all away. For courageous decision, I give admirable respect, but can you see from the light I see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Someone kill you father, be it a burglar who accidentally put a knife though his stomach or a deliberate murder, are you capable to turn this vengeful woe into a revenge? Even given a chance that this person is put in front of you armless, and a deathly weapon is in your hands. Such favorable situation, are you capable to end this life by holding the thought of your father?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I’m not commenting which is right from wrong, but some strengths in certain complex situations are worth admiring and to learn from. You may be dismissed by the idea as matters like this are politically wrong. But once you see beyond the surface, these are actually valuable lessons if you channel these strengths into other areas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;There’s nothing wrong with thinking the world is the well, just when you are the frog in the well because that was all you could see. But when you are brought out of the well, keep an open-mind when you see beyond what you normally know. Similar, do not look down when you see another being in a well living inside your well, because you never know who else might be laughing at you from the well which you well is situated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;See things under different light, you might just be pleasantly surprised by what you may gain.&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/13808238-728492717227455633?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/728492717227455633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=728492717227455633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/728492717227455633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/728492717227455633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2011/01/perception.html' title='Perception'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-3352787370822989081</id><published>2010-12-12T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T00:47:05.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newly Dyed Hair (from Cuttour Studio)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I understand my blog is reeeeeally stagnant for a damn damn long time. And you guys shouldn't mark my words when I promise to blog regularly. Seems like I already am having problem catching up with my daily life routine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But nonetheless, blogging is a healthy habit, 'cause voicing out to life human beings involves some kinda different opinion, and some opinions are unnecessary, and maybe opinions shouldn't be needed at all at some cases!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Like, how I wan to brag about my newly dyed hair fresh from &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=465482596073&amp;amp;set=a.465482516073.248298.559696073#%21/pages/Cuttour-Hair-Studio/144158228945952"&gt;Cuttour Studio&lt;/a&gt;'s oven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOmljgAVBI/AAAAAAAABOQ/BzxiwT0Q7mY/s320/P1030579edited.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOmrQeHXuI/AAAAAAAABOU/WrQanIqNvmk/s1600/P1030580edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOmrQeHXuI/AAAAAAAABOU/WrQanIqNvmk/s320/P1030580edited.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOmwiOG6cI/AAAAAAAABOY/soqMLUO-ndg/s1600/P1030581edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOmwiOG6cI/AAAAAAAABOY/soqMLUO-ndg/s320/P1030581edited.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOm2MgPjpI/AAAAAAAABOc/PY_u4M1kuGY/s1600/P1030582edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOm2MgPjpI/AAAAAAAABOc/PY_u4M1kuGY/s320/P1030582edited.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOm8uQHz4I/AAAAAAAABOg/kCiGxBZcenU/s1600/P1030586edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOm8uQHz4I/AAAAAAAABOg/kCiGxBZcenU/s320/P1030586edited.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOnB7TX6II/AAAAAAAABOk/a6EULqcBEnI/s1600/P1030587edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOnB7TX6II/AAAAAAAABOk/a6EULqcBEnI/s320/P1030587edited.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOnIOx30JI/AAAAAAAABOo/QlZAze3wung/s1600/P1030589edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOnIOx30JI/AAAAAAAABOo/QlZAze3wung/s320/P1030589edited.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOnNPo1Q0I/AAAAAAAABOs/7_HvaYk1QlM/s1600/P1030597edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOnNPo1Q0I/AAAAAAAABOs/7_HvaYk1QlM/s320/P1030597edited.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOmVlIbH7I/AAAAAAAABOE/HmEKH8VwSe4/s1600/P1030573edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOmVlIbH7I/AAAAAAAABOE/HmEKH8VwSe4/s320/P1030573edited.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Many camwhore-ed photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to dye my roots to the colour I originally had, but Janet mentioned the colour sorta faded already, and would need to freshen up the whole thing. Well, I deem her knowledge more professional than mine, so I did what she recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yah, my original hair colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOqSXWL8UI/AAAAAAAABOw/_a3eZMxlsQg/s1600/P1030122edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOqSXWL8UI/AAAAAAAABOw/_a3eZMxlsQg/s320/P1030122edited.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a big difference, ehh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! Will try my best to blog more... Wanted to say mark my words, but owells. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's already unpredictable, so what's more can I say about myself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-3352787370822989081?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/3352787370822989081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=3352787370822989081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/3352787370822989081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/3352787370822989081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2010/12/newly-dyed-hair-from-cuttour-studio.html' title='Newly Dyed Hair (from Cuttour Studio)'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOmljgAVBI/AAAAAAAABOQ/BzxiwT0Q7mY/s72-c/P1030579edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-5757590089620002350</id><published>2010-11-21T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T12:03:26.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Photos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;testing the photo uploading function. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TOiZZsXPj8I/AAAAAAAABNs/TIKyOCaxJww/s320/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TOiZfVFnunI/AAAAAAAABNw/R-jWA_bkqvA/s1600/Halloween+2010+028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TOiZfVFnunI/AAAAAAAABNw/R-jWA_bkqvA/s320/Halloween+2010+028.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-5757590089620002350?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5757590089620002350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=5757590089620002350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/5757590089620002350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/5757590089620002350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-photos.html' title='Halloween Photos!'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TOiZZsXPj8I/AAAAAAAABNs/TIKyOCaxJww/s72-c/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-435028656031582810</id><published>2010-02-28T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T00:13:05.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youtube Video: Sesame Street-- Outdoors with Jason Mraz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="283" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZrqF7yD10Bo" title="YouTube video player" width="450"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;know I know... I haven't been blogging for a long while!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;But hey wait! This clip is tooo amazing to miss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I love Jason Mraz. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;And Elmo and all the other monsters. XD Who says monsters can't be cute?&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/13808238-435028656031582810?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/435028656031582810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=435028656031582810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/435028656031582810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/435028656031582810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2010/02/youtube-video-sesame-street-outdoors.html' title='Youtube Video: Sesame Street-- Outdoors with Jason Mraz'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZrqF7yD10Bo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-8623506731215118575</id><published>2009-12-28T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T23:21:08.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying at KFC @RP!</title><content type='html'>This post is &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; late, but nonetheless, Imma post it up! 'Cause class for next semester is starting soon, and I'm &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;dreading&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; it... (Weird Mooo is looking forward to it. -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SzjJBmg0EII/AAAAAAAABLk/1Of7fDOcCJE/s1600-h/IMG00090-20091122-1628edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SzjJBmg0EII/AAAAAAAABLk/1Of7fDOcCJE/s320/IMG00090-20091122-1628edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mooo is studying while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SzjJGcF6fWI/AAAAAAAABLs/mzbGyt9e7K8/s1600-h/IMG00091-20091122-1759edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SzjJGcF6fWI/AAAAAAAABLs/mzbGyt9e7K8/s400/IMG00091-20091122-1759edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm cam-whoring. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Studying studying studying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SzjJOKBAjQI/AAAAAAAABL0/XFZGQ5coJwg/s1600-h/P1000524edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SzjJOKBAjQI/AAAAAAAABL0/XFZGQ5coJwg/s320/P1000524edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SzjJZtLD1xI/AAAAAAAABL8/OcOhnhGAMB0/s1600-h/P1000526edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SzjJZtLD1xI/AAAAAAAABL8/OcOhnhGAMB0/s320/P1000526edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And he doing that is getting me &lt;i&gt;gancheong&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SzjJmtQFpFI/AAAAAAAABME/QJQ8oR8VYBk/s1600-h/P1000531edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SzjJmtQFpFI/AAAAAAAABME/QJQ8oR8VYBk/s320/P1000531edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And for now, the funny photo after studying tooo hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SzjLvSpQ-WI/AAAAAAAABMc/ZaEzunMt_Os/s1600-h/P1000533edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SzjLvSpQ-WI/AAAAAAAABMc/ZaEzunMt_Os/s320/P1000533edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SzjL3VKEGqI/AAAAAAAABMk/qrI6Uz6wc2g/s1600-h/P1000534edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SzjL3VKEGqI/AAAAAAAABMk/qrI6Uz6wc2g/s320/P1000534edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! And the history shall repeats itself again &amp;amp; again for all other semester. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-8623506731215118575?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/8623506731215118575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=8623506731215118575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/8623506731215118575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/8623506731215118575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/12/studying-at-kfc-rp.html' title='Studying at KFC @RP!'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SzjJBmg0EII/AAAAAAAABLk/1Of7fDOcCJE/s72-c/IMG00090-20091122-1628edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-4859000899717665531</id><published>2009-12-22T23:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T23:13:30.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is Just Like Career...</title><content type='html'>I'm lying on my bed, typing this entry at 3am in the morning. My body clock always don't work when I ain't working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that one's career path is just like one's love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember how u feel when you just got to know love you were full of hope and always feeling so vibrant? And every cute boy that walk past u thought to yourself, is he the one? You watched every cheesy taiwan/jap/korean drama and imagine yourself as the main leader, while awaiting your prince charming to appear and sweep your feet away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were so positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passed and you gotten into your first few relationship, you started to see that reality ain't anything like fairy tales, love stories ain't as dramatic as serials, and flaws ain't cute at all. Worst of all, some were seriously hurt when their love got betrayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you grew a little older, clearer picture started to form and you realised, what happen in fairy tales, remain in fairy tales. You needed a soul-mate, not unrealistic drama main lead. You draw out a few main criterias which mattered more to you, and started to look out for decent guys. Just when you thought it was a huge jump from Dan Humprehy to a boy-next-door, you realised that, even the boy-next-door is weird. And then you got all freaked out &amp;amp; thought instead, you were weird.&lt;br /&gt;You striked out more &amp;amp; more criterias, yet none seems to match. Those you like, never called back. Those that called back, you know it's just 'cause the rest that they called didn't pick up. Then you thought, should I just downgrade and pick anyone instead??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After years and years and all your friends are in long term relationships, you never had anyone by your side. Your self-esteem hitted rock bottom, and you started to plan for alternatives, like getting a condo 'cause u can never get a HDB being single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;*to be continue, 'cause I have yet to found out the ending. &lt;i&gt;=)&lt;/i&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/13808238-4859000899717665531?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4859000899717665531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=4859000899717665531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/4859000899717665531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/4859000899717665531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/12/career.html' title='Love is Just Like Career...'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-7077976546122995777</id><published>2009-12-22T00:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T00:47:19.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute stuffs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bought some stuffs in town yesterday and today! Sooo excited about the cute stuffs that I gotta blog about them tonight! Even though I'm already so goddamn tired, plus I haven't bathe yet... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sy-gcEPJN7I/AAAAAAAABKE/Dx8O_FlQ5zI/s1600-h/P1010016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sy-gcEPJN7I/AAAAAAAABKE/Dx8O_FlQ5zI/s400/P1010016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cute?????&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I bet most of you have seen it before, but I don't think all of you know that, &lt;b&gt;you can sit on them!!&lt;/b&gt; Yes! Like a stool! I'm sitting on Mickey Mouse right now 'cause I like him the least and and he's black, so I don't have to worry about getting him all black, 'cause he's already black... I don't know if that make sense. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sy-iMsOc5CI/AAAAAAAABKc/X0fgnsKto7w/s1600-h/New+Folder.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sy-iMsOc5CI/AAAAAAAABKc/X0fgnsKto7w/s400/New+Folder.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;Stitch&lt;/b&gt; for Mooo's clothes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Pooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for my sweaters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mickey&lt;/b&gt; for my heavy jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Gotta do those 'cause my lousy Ikea wardrobe is pretty overloaded with our clothes, and it seems like it's gonna crash anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Remember my Metoo bear bear pouch Kimmy posted some time back?&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sy-jct-fmrI/AAAAAAAABKk/-_AvtWuZpmQ/s1600-h/P1010018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sy-jct-fmrI/AAAAAAAABKk/-_AvtWuZpmQ/s400/P1010018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My mum bought the miniature Metoo coin pouch version! &lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;Sooo cute!!&lt;/b&gt; And she didn't got any for me! &lt;b&gt;Ahh!!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sy-kBsX5guI/AAAAAAAABKs/EbalDAH-IsM/s1600-h/P1010017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sy-kBsX5guI/AAAAAAAABKs/EbalDAH-IsM/s400/P1010017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;See them side by side. Sooo cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And guess what is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sy-lXzlkEVI/AAAAAAAABK8/018SK75XbTU/s1600-h/P1010019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sy-lXzlkEVI/AAAAAAAABK8/018SK75XbTU/s400/P1010019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And no, I'm not an idiot. I also know this is Eeyore. I mean &lt;i&gt;literally&lt;/i&gt;, what is this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sy-l2IgwpvI/AAAAAAAABLE/71q_tI7yjwM/s1600-h/P1010020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sy-l2IgwpvI/AAAAAAAABLE/71q_tI7yjwM/s400/P1010020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A pen! You can never guess that, can you? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Plus another cutie pen. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sy-fw9ARXaI/AAAAAAAABJ8/vsRQwlbyonM/s1600-h/P1010021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sy-fw9ARXaI/AAAAAAAABJ8/vsRQwlbyonM/s400/P1010021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I've got more cute things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But damn, I need to clear up my room soon...&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/13808238-7077976546122995777?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/7077976546122995777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=7077976546122995777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/7077976546122995777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/7077976546122995777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_22.html' title='Cute stuffs!'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sy-gcEPJN7I/AAAAAAAABKE/Dx8O_FlQ5zI/s72-c/P1010016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-783894077679471033</id><published>2009-12-21T01:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T02:00:26.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciate... Just for You. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Was going through my old posts to amend and delete those inappropriate ones, then I found a half-done entry. Wanted to write something special for my soul-mate, but guess words couldn't really form so I saved and decided to do it some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And then it got forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Isn't these cycles annoying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;You read something touching that reminded you to cherish/appreciate people and simple things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;You decided to do something special to show your appreciation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Then you did them half-way, got stuck, then abandon them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Then you rattered through your stuffs again some time later and found them, feeling all guilty and regretted not finishing what you had started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;... And then you decided you have no time, chunk them somewhere more conspicuous so that you will remember and follow up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Then you forgot and it will be held indefinitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm at the feeling all guilty &amp;amp; totally regretful part. =x&lt;br /&gt;So instead of risking the possibility of holding it indefinitely, I am gonna finish it up now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe our first look on each other doesn't feel like love at first sight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But now when we see each other, we are sure we want to spend the rest of our life together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe you look nothing like Hollywood movie stars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But there's nothing else in this world that caught my eyes like you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe sometimes I couldn't even make out what song you are singing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it doesn't matter, 'cause it went straight to my heart instead of passing through the ears first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe sometimes I give a you hellava time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I want you to know, I never meant do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It breaks my heart tooo, and I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe sometimes things between us seems like they are never gonna work out fine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But they always eventually do, and I'll never give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe we didn't have the chance to go through as much ups &amp;amp; downs as those who had been seeing each other since Secondary Schools,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But no matter what might happen in our future, I will never leave you, unequivocally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And now, no more maybes, no more buts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you indefinitely, unassumingly, relentlessly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've chosen to be yours, &amp;amp; I want you to be mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I know you will agree. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-783894077679471033?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/783894077679471033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=783894077679471033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/783894077679471033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/783894077679471033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/12/was-going-through-my-old-posts-to-amend.html' title='Appreciate... Just for You. =)'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-3886120274017182513</id><published>2009-12-20T02:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T19:49:53.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar. BEST. MOVIE. EVER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sy0XZUONHYI/AAAAAAAABIY/4vhSEHMMNyQ/s1600-h/avatarposter3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sy0XZUONHYI/AAAAAAAABIY/4vhSEHMMNyQ/s400/avatarposter3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417011650489032066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST. MOVIE. EVER.&lt;/span&gt; I can even say that it's better than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Transformer&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't watch &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; much movies, but within those genres that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; watch (by that it means no horror &amp;amp; gore), it is the best in terms of visuals effects, stunning graphics, phenomenal scenaries, and storyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not exactly I would say it's way beyond our imaginations... (like it just seems like a tropical rain forest with horses, rhinoceros, plants, trees, dragons...), but about the network of electrons that link the whole Pandora, it's just brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I do some resemblance of the avatars to surrogates... do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, this is simply a show worth watching. To choose spending $10 on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Avatar&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Paul Blart Mall Cop&lt;/span&gt;, I would say the decision to make is tooo obvious.&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/13808238-3886120274017182513?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/3886120274017182513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=3886120274017182513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/3886120274017182513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/3886120274017182513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/12/avatar-best-movie-ever.html' title='Avatar. BEST. MOVIE. EVER.'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sy0XZUONHYI/AAAAAAAABIY/4vhSEHMMNyQ/s72-c/avatarposter3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-8374860037423682864</id><published>2009-12-19T01:51:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T02:51:59.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Bon's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Saved these photos for waayyy tooo damn long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna blog about my bro's birthday! Candles blowing session!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvNLJT43oI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Qx0Jmr1ChDA/s1600-h/P1000833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvNLJT43oI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Qx0Jmr1ChDA/s400/P1000833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416648568204746370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gotten his chocolate cake from Breadtalk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvMxLfEfuI/AAAAAAAABII/J932wbEBbHA/s1600-h/P1000834edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvMxLfEfuI/AAAAAAAABII/J932wbEBbHA/s400/P1000834edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416648122111917794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mama preparing the cake while the boys... Sigh. Lazy Males.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvMcYz12FI/AAAAAAAABIA/PHUgMhza9O0/s1600-h/P1000835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvMcYz12FI/AAAAAAAABIA/PHUgMhza9O0/s400/P1000835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416647764911446098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthday Boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvL7kay5CI/AAAAAAAABH4/euvYzxVBQyc/s1600-h/P1000836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvL7kay5CI/AAAAAAAABH4/euvYzxVBQyc/s400/P1000836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416647201091937314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvLkyn3OII/AAAAAAAABHw/cOI_fANt71w/s1600-h/P1000837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvLkyn3OII/AAAAAAAABHw/cOI_fANt71w/s400/P1000837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416646809767852162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvLOiwukoI/AAAAAAAABHo/dQlRrZn9HAk/s1600-h/P1000839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvLOiwukoI/AAAAAAAABHo/dQlRrZn9HAk/s400/P1000839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416646427552944770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvK2Jewm3I/AAAAAAAABHg/tgfEnv4YUew/s1600-h/P1000840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvK2Jewm3I/AAAAAAAABHg/tgfEnv4YUew/s400/P1000840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416646008449833842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Erm. This photo was retaken again cos my dad insisted that the cake look better with the mushroom toothpick holder. Godknowswhy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvKZCGX1dI/AAAAAAAABHY/NuBCsfLJeas/s1600-h/P1000842edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvKZCGX1dI/AAAAAAAABHY/NuBCsfLJeas/s400/P1000842edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416645508252292562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bday boy with my specs on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvKKwYdBeI/AAAAAAAABHQ/PrcZbPG5G3o/s1600-h/P1000843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvKKwYdBeI/AAAAAAAABHQ/PrcZbPG5G3o/s400/P1000843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416645262978123234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvJx84-zNI/AAAAAAAABHI/gHtYVSSwSas/s1600-h/P1000844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvJx84-zNI/AAAAAAAABHI/gHtYVSSwSas/s400/P1000844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416644836839050450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvJKcPYS4I/AAAAAAAABHA/4AZweGq3k-U/s1600-h/P1000845edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvJKcPYS4I/AAAAAAAABHA/4AZweGq3k-U/s400/P1000845edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416644158059727746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously, he need to know his angles well.&lt;br /&gt;That was a serious bad angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvI-RCnOXI/AAAAAAAABG4/8LagRVzlY_o/s1600-h/P1000846edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvI-RCnOXI/AAAAAAAABG4/8LagRVzlY_o/s400/P1000846edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416643948894959986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvIxYLPQbI/AAAAAAAABGw/VQ-UHTBmyPI/s1600-h/P1000847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvIxYLPQbI/AAAAAAAABGw/VQ-UHTBmyPI/s400/P1000847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416643727471886770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He did that when I told him to sit up straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvIPPRbEkI/AAAAAAAABGo/mPb93VPAWYE/s1600-h/P1000848edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvIPPRbEkI/AAAAAAAABGo/mPb93VPAWYE/s400/P1000848edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416643140966355522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Decent photo...&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/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvH_QhMtEI/AAAAAAAABGg/5WwYS0TILnE/s1600-h/P1000849edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvH_QhMtEI/AAAAAAAABGg/5WwYS0TILnE/s400/P1000849edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416642866423051330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Singing his song... (He looked so happy! xD)&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/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvHwbz0ASI/AAAAAAAABGY/71ukuRvSBqU/s1600-h/P1000851edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvHwbz0ASI/AAAAAAAABGY/71ukuRvSBqU/s400/P1000851edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416642611755876642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvHZ2B4qTI/AAAAAAAABGQ/6rfT8DsLroA/s1600-h/P1000854edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvHZ2B4qTI/AAAAAAAABGQ/6rfT8DsLroA/s400/P1000854edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416642223657232690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cut cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvHNMLnHfI/AAAAAAAABGI/NgErm2LK9Ng/s1600-h/P1000855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvHNMLnHfI/AAAAAAAABGI/NgErm2LK9Ng/s400/P1000855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416642006265306610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvGVQNtdgI/AAAAAAAABGA/L5flqEF3z80/s1600-h/P1000857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvGVQNtdgI/AAAAAAAABGA/L5flqEF3z80/s400/P1000857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416641045275178498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Happy Birthday!&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/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvFz2hWMHI/AAAAAAAABF4/jTiPqVdkyjY/s1600-h/P1000858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvFz2hWMHI/AAAAAAAABF4/jTiPqVdkyjY/s400/P1000858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416640471442534514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year's gonna be tough for him, with NS and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta wish him a good year ahead and blessings shower from everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY AH BON!&lt;br /&gt;JIE JIE LOVES YOU! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-8374860037423682864?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/8374860037423682864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=8374860037423682864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/8374860037423682864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/8374860037423682864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='Ah Bon&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyvNLJT43oI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Qx0Jmr1ChDA/s72-c/P1000833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-7998350445694756262</id><published>2009-12-19T00:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T01:39:16.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messed Up. BMS Ever!</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to blog about this, even though I'm all ready set to sleep and all. It's the worst experience I had with cinemas and movies. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Worst. Experience. Ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyuwJLdKvbI/AAAAAAAABFE/P60vbPzH2lA/s1600-h/princess-and-the-frog-poster-320x500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyuwJLdKvbI/AAAAAAAABFE/P60vbPzH2lA/s400/princess-and-the-frog-poster-320x500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416616648583593394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already had planned to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Princess and the Frog&lt;/span&gt; at Cineleisure with my mum today, so since I was gonna be in town on Thursday (which was yesterday), I decided to get it there instead of booking it online. 'Cause 1, it was cheaper with UOB card and 2, you though it would be safer to get them OTC instead, wouldn't you? Just in case anything were to happen to the transaction done online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was on my way to Cine yesterday, I realised I didn't have enough money inside my UOB account (I was using a Debit Card). I was at Heeren, and I couldn't figure out where is the nearest UOB Cash Deposit machine, so I decided to give it a miss and hope for the best that there is still available tickets the next day. I looked over to the POSB ATM machine at Heeren whilst waiting for the green light at the traffic junction and thought to myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"If I know where is the nearest UOB Cash Deposit machine, I'll draw the money out now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I crossed the road and realised there was a hugass UOB full working banking branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- I hit myself hard on my head and crossed back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And then I crossed back to UOB,  then crossed another 2 traffic lights at the junction to get back to Cine to buy tickets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Syu01v4TJPI/AAAAAAAABFM/pvn9Am7n-FQ/s1600-h/Movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Syu01v4TJPI/AAAAAAAABFM/pvn9Am7n-FQ/s400/Movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416621812321821938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In short, I had to crossed 5 traffic lights to get the tickets!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And you thought it was all worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I rushed my ass off through shopping cos I was freaking excited about the movie! C'mon! Admit that it is so rare to have 2D Disney Princess movie nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got there, Cathay staff let me in, I went to the seats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Then I realised they were already seated by somebody else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair enough, must be seated wrongly. I talked to them politely, asked for their tickets for confirmation once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Then we realised of our tickets got the same seating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck up. I took their tickets, went to the admission staff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;And then I realised mine were dated on Saturday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought going through all these effort were worthwhile! Some arsehole that sells tickets hatta mess them all up! How unlucky can one get??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit it was my mistake that I didn't do a thorough check, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reeeally? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Of all people me???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... I just need to complain about my luck. Maybe the lucky thing is I managed to &lt;a href="http://www.mosburger.com.sg/index2.htm"&gt;Mossan&lt;/a&gt; at Mos Burger, and a hat &amp;amp; ankle length boots at Mng sales. At least there's smth to make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Syu7lf9k6SI/AAAAAAAABFU/ZbcCt0iE56o/s1600-h/P1000926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Syu7lf9k6SI/AAAAAAAABFU/ZbcCt0iE56o/s400/P1000926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416629229752477986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Syu9p8hqI0I/AAAAAAAABFc/WoIbHn_G558/s1600-h/P1000920edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Syu9p8hqI0I/AAAAAAAABFc/WoIbHn_G558/s400/P1000920edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416631505162740546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Syu-Ji2d1nI/AAAAAAAABFk/kZjnlRoDSFM/s1600-h/P1000960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Syu-Ji2d1nI/AAAAAAAABFk/kZjnlRoDSFM/s400/P1000960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416632048026506866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And also had Dim Sum with Mooo, whole family &amp;amp; Ah Ma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall post about Dim Sum again next time. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*anticipating impatiently for morning to come, for KFC breakfast(!)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-7998350445694756262?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/7998350445694756262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=7998350445694756262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/7998350445694756262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/7998350445694756262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/12/messed-up-bms-ever.html' title='Messed Up. BMS Ever!'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyuwJLdKvbI/AAAAAAAABFE/P60vbPzH2lA/s72-c/princess-and-the-frog-poster-320x500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-2122684522754961245</id><published>2009-12-15T20:11:00.040+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T14:28:30.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at Creation's Cafe &amp; Photography Session!</title><content type='html'>As much as I hate Picasa to only allow direct upload of maximum 4 photos, it waayyy tooo long tt i posted proper post. Am gonna do it now! =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;These photos were taken way back den, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*ahem*&lt;/span&gt;, I actually changed new cellphone and camera. Should have blogged abt those first since all the photos were taken with those.&lt;/div&gt;But what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;Was studying at Shaw's Starbucks say... 3 weeks ago? Yongkai and Mel booked seats for us for revision while Mooo and I went Si Ma Lu to bai bai first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SynL-UzHC5I/AAAAAAAABEc/2MdKUGRjjv4/s400/Edited.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416084298485140370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SynMUSoyq6I/AAAAAAAABEk/Jp-jMYN-qUQ/s400/Edited-1.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416084675862113186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;Technically, Mel (who doesn't wana show her face. I presume cos she wasn't wearing any makeup) was preparing for her CFA paper while Mooo and I for F3 and F9. My dear cousin?? That lucky chap was surfing FB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sighhh. What good life.&lt;br /&gt;But what the heck, exams are over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Den Yongkai suddenly mentioned how Creation Cafe's pasta gotten so good, Mooo got tempted and we leave for pasta (!!) while YK and Mel went for movies with their friends. &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415437961276539634" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeAIjENwvI/AAAAAAAABAU/EtlS4arsuFA/s400/P1000679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SynN8tK-ykI/AAAAAAAABEs/GdPAINFBrd0/s1600-h/Edited-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SynN8tK-ykI/AAAAAAAABEs/GdPAINFBrd0/s400/Edited-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416086469691230786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweetie waiting eagerly for his food...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeBtOdpBiI/AAAAAAAABAc/fvchcUXHYrc/s1600-h/P1000636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeBtOdpBiI/AAAAAAAABAc/fvchcUXHYrc/s400/P1000636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415439690912826914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;finally! a starter!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeHwwsuqoI/AAAAAAAABAk/fN1TQyyB_ZA/s1600-h/Edited-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeHwwsuqoI/AAAAAAAABAk/fN1TQyyB_ZA/s400/Edited-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415446348712290946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeJDj2SdMI/AAAAAAAABAs/RPyoWwj0scQ/s1600-h/Edited-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeJDj2SdMI/AAAAAAAABAs/RPyoWwj0scQ/s400/Edited-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415447771191866562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Den wait for main course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeLneq5GqI/AAAAAAAABA0/3Sy1C1vkZco/s1600-h/Edited-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeLneq5GqI/AAAAAAAABA0/3Sy1C1vkZco/s400/Edited-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415450587300436642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mine: Seafood Cream Sauce Linguine!&lt;br /&gt;His: Laksa Cream Sauce Spaghetti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And indeed! Improved &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;And I never though that Laksa Cream Sauce could taste sooo gooodd! Really wana go there sooonn again. *Drooling saliva*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeM_7ESz9I/AAAAAAAABA8/CU982QOfBLg/s1600-h/P1000656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeM_7ESz9I/AAAAAAAABA8/CU982QOfBLg/s400/P1000656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415452106751659986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;finished without even a tiny bit left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den comes coffee and tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeO4NN6MeI/AAAAAAAABBE/iPdVDv92M4A/s1600-h/Edited-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeO4NN6MeI/AAAAAAAABBE/iPdVDv92M4A/s400/Edited-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415454173208130018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeQmzVHieI/AAAAAAAABBM/BuVc7ZtPUWg/s1600-h/Edited-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeQmzVHieI/AAAAAAAABBM/BuVc7ZtPUWg/s400/Edited-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415456073224522210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;den we went shopping at suntec city...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeRVLBqqHI/AAAAAAAABBU/PqYySVd3fgE/s1600-h/Edited-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeRVLBqqHI/AAAAAAAABBU/PqYySVd3fgE/s400/Edited-12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415456869859371122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... and we took loadsa photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeSBNSA2yI/AAAAAAAABBc/0iVYvZv_NJg/s1600-h/Edited-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeSBNSA2yI/AAAAAAAABBc/0iVYvZv_NJg/s400/Edited-13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415457626379049762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeSkgF3hQI/AAAAAAAABBk/rnlsSIDKQj4/s1600-h/Edited-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeSkgF3hQI/AAAAAAAABBk/rnlsSIDKQj4/s400/Edited-14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415458232723801346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeTlhZCSCI/AAAAAAAABBs/LSMK8fedP2g/s1600-h/Edited-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeTlhZCSCI/AAAAAAAABBs/LSMK8fedP2g/s400/Edited-15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415459349764130850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeUTA2hpNI/AAAAAAAABB0/LwbhoMH7Qfw/s1600-h/Edited-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeUTA2hpNI/AAAAAAAABB0/LwbhoMH7Qfw/s400/Edited-16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415460131303433426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeVYvg2bPI/AAAAAAAABB8/tE8yMNdbjjA/s1600-h/P1000709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeVYvg2bPI/AAAAAAAABB8/tE8yMNdbjjA/s400/P1000709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415461329239960818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeWbdr5ncI/AAAAAAAABCE/xIBmQvSTEUE/s1600-h/P1000710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeWbdr5ncI/AAAAAAAABCE/xIBmQvSTEUE/s400/P1000710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415462475505704386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeXg5HufsI/AAAAAAAABCM/gWUPMRNHVcY/s1600-h/P1000712edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeXg5HufsI/AAAAAAAABCM/gWUPMRNHVcY/s400/P1000712edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415463668281147074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeYSSVNAUI/AAAAAAAABCU/5KbPqNblpis/s1600-h/P1000718edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeYSSVNAUI/AAAAAAAABCU/5KbPqNblpis/s400/P1000718edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415464516862148930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeY9qYR23I/AAAAAAAABCc/XJ9Qu0ENoc8/s1600-h/P1000724edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeY9qYR23I/AAAAAAAABCc/XJ9Qu0ENoc8/s400/P1000724edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415465262051875698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeZ-glZu9I/AAAAAAAABCk/HSK8kqk9LTE/s1600-h/P1000725edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeZ-glZu9I/AAAAAAAABCk/HSK8kqk9LTE/s400/P1000725edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415466376114060242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyebXGQlm2I/AAAAAAAABCs/MLXQfSfTdLQ/s1600-h/P1000728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyebXGQlm2I/AAAAAAAABCs/MLXQfSfTdLQ/s400/P1000728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415467898055793506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Syectw8A1iI/AAAAAAAABC0/s0e8hPG4QOg/s1600-h/P1000729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Syectw8A1iI/AAAAAAAABC0/s0e8hPG4QOg/s400/P1000729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415469386980972066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeegBHRfSI/AAAAAAAABC8/7QMUmLsobpA/s1600-h/P1000755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyeegBHRfSI/AAAAAAAABC8/7QMUmLsobpA/s400/P1000755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415471349828255010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Syef5PbVHBI/AAAAAAAABDE/zAxIrz3PA8o/s1600-h/P1000775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Syef5PbVHBI/AAAAAAAABDE/zAxIrz3PA8o/s400/P1000775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415472882678832146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyegchO-lpI/AAAAAAAABDM/jsRpRvEZyOY/s1600-h/P1000786edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyegchO-lpI/AAAAAAAABDM/jsRpRvEZyOY/s400/P1000786edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415473488754284178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And... this will be my dream car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyehgGuaIkI/AAAAAAAABDU/WeBe3RIhBKI/s1600-h/P1000798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyehgGuaIkI/AAAAAAAABDU/WeBe3RIhBKI/s400/P1000798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415474649869460034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Syei0wTka-I/AAAAAAAABDc/QcGM_abAKR4/s1600-h/P1000799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Syei0wTka-I/AAAAAAAABDc/QcGM_abAKR4/s400/P1000799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415476104140188642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And must be masked with Agnes b. also. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyekIri-4GI/AAAAAAAABDk/9ckAjGGitzI/s1600-h/P1000800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyekIri-4GI/AAAAAAAABDk/9ckAjGGitzI/s400/P1000800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415477545971671138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hehe. That's about all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt;! xD&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyemEvmB2fI/AAAAAAAABDs/Xjyk-Jc2XeA/s1600-h/P1000720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SyemEvmB2fI/AAAAAAAABDs/Xjyk-Jc2XeA/s400/P1000720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415479677361969650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-2122684522754961245?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/2122684522754961245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=2122684522754961245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/2122684522754961245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/2122684522754961245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/12/at-creations-cafe-photography-session.html' title='at Creation&apos;s Cafe &amp; Photography Session!'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SynL-UzHC5I/AAAAAAAABEc/2MdKUGRjjv4/s72-c/Edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-3332953924946062196</id><published>2009-12-09T12:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T12:21:30.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Like That</title><content type='html'>Would you rather have a life...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth, does well in school and had a great career, but no matter how hard you try, you jus can&amp;#39;t seem to find your soulmate;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Or had a family you can&amp;#39;t stand, did okay in school and career but manage to find a partner with a sensational future;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Or born into a broken family, try your best in whatever you do yet you just can&amp;#39;t seem to get an adequate return, with a trade off of a soulmate for life?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Guess everyone has their own ups and downs in life. It&amp;#39;s stupid to compare and judge, and even more dumb to think you can tell God you want to trade this for that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Life&amp;#39;s like that and you can&amp;#39;t fight fate. What&amp;#39;s there more to say?&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-3332953924946062196?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/3332953924946062196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=3332953924946062196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/3332953924946062196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/3332953924946062196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/12/lifes-like-that.html' title='Life&apos;s Like That'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-8517792529117246064</id><published>2009-11-26T14:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T15:14:38.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what makes you think you can decide for me?</title><content type='html'>I haven't been blogging for months, but now that I have time, I'm guessing I'd have more blogging time! I guess it's time that I should vent out my frustrations that probably has been lying within me for say, months? Or a year or 2?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the frustrations that lie within is, do people really get satisfaction outta making other people's life miserable? Okay I admit, yes I do. For some other bitches out there, probably. Those who used to annoy the hell outta me last time, or hurt me very bad in the past. And I use this method to make myself feel better. Because if they fall, it just seems like karma to me. Effective I'm telling you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But things are different if it's about someone who is very close to you. Yes, even for close friends and family, we do have different personalities, characters etc... Thus very different views and decisions made in the end. Do you really have to overwrite other people's view and thoughts just because you think you will do them that way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For god's sake, I'm not YOU. Yes, I'm not YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example, if I were to encounter school bullies (if I'm still studying right now), probably I will...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Show the bullies you're just not another weaklings that they should choose to pick on;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Go to your teacher and make this incident known to an adult;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Quit this school, go to another school to start afresh; and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Appear with a knife the next day and stab each of them hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it's the last option, I will not blame you if you try to stop me, because that's just overboard and against the law. But if I choose to quit school and yet you persuaded me not to, just because it doesn't seem necessary to you, it doesn't mean it's unnecessary to me! I could end up with a depression if I don't leave the school you know?? And you ain't the one going through everything! &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;What makes you think you should decide for me??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I appear indecisive, you can offer me options, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; make decision. If I have already made up my mind, I wish you could be supportive. If you are not, at least keep your goddamn mouth shut and get outta my life, period!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yah, btw, you really don't have to add fuel to the fire by asking me to pay you back that lunch money that you initially offered to treat, just because I'm not the kind of friend you thought I was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-8517792529117246064?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/8517792529117246064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=8517792529117246064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/8517792529117246064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/8517792529117246064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-makes-you-think-you-can-decide-for.html' title='what makes you think you can decide for me?'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-89335224181344798</id><published>2009-10-30T10:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T20:15:58.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 - Year of the Tiger (It's out!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The Year of The Tiger begins on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;February 14th 2010&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama, intensity, change and travel will be the keywords for 2010. Unfortunately, world conflicts and disasters tend to feature during Tiger years also, so it won't be a dull 12 months for anyone. The Year of the Tiger will bring far reaching changes for everyone. New inventions and incredible technological advances have a good chance of occurring. For all of the Chinese horoscope signs, this year is one to be active seizing opportunities and making the most of our personal and very individual talents. Everything happens quickly and dramatically in a Tiger year blink and you could miss an important chance of a lifetime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a look at each animal, their major personality traits and what the prospects are for 2010, the Year of the Tiger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The Rat        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Rats are charming, elegant and clever. They can be a bit gossipy and prone to being distracted. They're also thrifty and very good with handling money. Family and close friends are exceptionally important to them. The Rat is charming beyond words and throughout his undoubtedly long life he will always be popular and will have many friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Forecast for 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rat may be feeling quite tired and deflated after 2009, which saw him keeping his head down, working and staying out of trouble. The Year of the Tiger is going to be fast-paced for the Rat, which in itself does tend to make them slightly uncomfortable. But it is essential that they go with the flow and seize opportunities and take adventures this year is going to be important for them. A lot of Rats may have dreamt of travel in 2009 but were unable to take trips either due to financial or work commitments. This year will be so different! Travel will feature strongly for many and if there is dream destination in mind, it may become a reality during 2010. February and March can bring interesting work offers, while June to August and December will bring happy social occasions. Romantically, September and October bring tempting offers for single Rats, while those who are attached will find the summer most special. It is essential for all persons born under this sign to be extra thoughtful and caring throughout the year an inadvertent remark or gesture could lead to discord with loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Interesting Rat Facts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Stone: Garnet&lt;br /&gt;Special Flower:        Narcissus&lt;br /&gt;Best Hours: 11 pm -1 am&lt;br /&gt;Season: Winter&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope        Colors: Black, White, Purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The Ox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sturdy, earthy, no-nonsense that's the Ox. Affectionate and easy-going, the Ox can show a fierce temper when agitated. He is neat, tidy, quiet and studious, with a great love of his home. Music can be a great love. Family life and a loving partner are high on the Ox's priorities. A wonderful loyal friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Forecast for        2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ox loves methodical planning and everything working out in the correct time. The Year of the Tiger will throw all this to the wind with it's fast pace and unexpected developments! People born under this sign may find 2010 a challenge but in a good way. The Ox will have to adapt to new routines, delays and obstacles thrown in his way, but he will be well able for any task and may find new hidden talents and personal power he didn't know existed. Hobbies, relaxing pursuits and friendships will all be beautifully highlighted during the Year of the Tiger and will provide a welcome relief to any stresses he may face. Home improvements and redecorating plans will move forward smoothly with excellent results. Career opportunities will present themselves from April to June, while exciting, intense romantic encounters are likely in July, August and December. An important aspect for those under this sign in 2010 is to be mindful and caring of loved ones. It will be crucial to listen to them and also to accept any help they may offer during this changeable year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Interesting Ox Facts:        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Zodiac Stone:        Aquamarine&lt;br /&gt;Special Flower: Carnation&lt;br /&gt;Best Hours: 1-3 am&lt;br /&gt;Season:        Winter&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope Colors: Green, Yellow, Black &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The Tiger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Me!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnetic, passionate and grand! When the Tiger does anything, it's noticed! Indecisiveness and stubbornness can mar the sparkle of the Tiger personality. On the one hand generous, on the other hand a little mean &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(so true! but am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; mean)&lt;/span&gt;, it's sometimes hard to know where one stands with the Tiger. Flexible, honest and truly entertaining, one has a friend for life with a Tiger.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Forecast for        2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the Tiger's own year, 2010 holds great promise for those born under this sign, with exciting developments happening for them both personally and professionally. Some Tigers may be feeling disappointed and disheartened after 2009 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(very disappointed!!)&lt;/span&gt; and it will be important to leave the past behind and concentrate on the future, which is looking so bright! Financially, everything improves this year for those born under this sign and money-making thoughts and ideas should be fully explored and investigated &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt; I'm gonna pen down all ideas!)&lt;/span&gt;. With the fast pace of this year for all signs, the Tiger needs to take extra care in planning and thinking all projects through no rushing headlong into schemes during 2010! Tigers looking for romance will possibly see a friendship suddenly develop into something more personal with exciting consequences. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;August, December and January&lt;/span&gt; will see a very active and entertaining social calendar, but all of 2010 will see fun activities for the Tiger. The Spring months, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;March to May, will bring encouraging and interesting job opportunities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; (very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; important!!)&lt;/span&gt;, but the Tiger will still have to make sure he puts himself forward and gets noticed at work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Interesting Tiger        Facts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Stone:        Sapphire&lt;br /&gt;Special Flower: Violet&lt;br /&gt;Best Hours: 3-5 am &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(like wtf)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season:        Winter&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope Colors: Green, Blue, Yellow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The Rabbit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Cuddly, warm and affectionate are the attributes of the Rabbit. Mysterious and a great party-giver and host, the Rabbit enjoys being the centre of attention once in a while. The Rabbit is occasionally over cautious and can be a bit boring. He is also one of the luckiest signs in the Chinese Astrology chart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Forecast for 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The focus will be on the Rabbit's career and job prospects during the Year of the Tiger, with unexpected promotions and recognition very likely. Travel is also highlighted, with short breaks and spontaneous, fun trips featuring during the late Spring and early Summer. Healthwise, the Rabbit could find the speed of the Tiger year exhausting and it's important he balance work with rest and relaxation. Promotion at work or in the Rabbit's career will be sure to feature and they need to act quickly no hanging back to see what happens! Some Rabbits will be dissatisfied with their current living arrangements and the perfect new home may appear most unexpectedly they must act quickly and not miss out! Friendships will play a big role during 2010 with possibly one or two friends needing extra care and help. May and October to January will bring special and fun social gatherings. February and March will be significant and fortunate for those looking to change jobs while July and August will be most auspicious for single Rabbits looking for love an unexpected liaison could result from a work related social event. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Interesting Rabbit Facts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Stone: Pearl&lt;br /&gt;Special        Flower: Jonquil&lt;br /&gt;Best Hours: 5-7 am&lt;br /&gt;Season: Spring&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope        Colors: Grey, White &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The Dragon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Assertive, energetic and talented are all words to describe the Dragon personality. On the other hand, the Dragon has a tendency to be condescending and tactless without realising it. They generally enjoy robust health and tend to be very successful in anything they turn their hand to.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Forecast for        2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragons will find the quick pace of 2010 very much to their liking and they will be keen to spread their wings and look for new possibilities and opportunities. As with the other signs in the Chinese Zodiac, the Dragon must make use of all the openings and opportunities that present themselves during this year. Teamwork will feature strongly and the Dragon will progress further and faster in his career if he bears this in mind. The Dragon's financial situation will indeed be rosy during 2010 with a possible increase in income as well as a sum of money coming to them during the year. They must be careful to be disciplined about spending and not make too many impulse buys! May to August will be lovely months for socialising with friends and possible romantic encounters. Dragons do need to remember that love needs attention and if it is taken for granted, problems can arise. May, September and November see the most interesting career changes. Dragons need to take time during the year to have a holiday or getaway with loved ones with such a busy year, they must not neglect those who matter to them the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Interesting        Dragon Facts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac        Stone: Amethyst&lt;br /&gt;Special Flower: Sweet Pea&lt;br /&gt;Best Hours: 7-9        am&lt;br /&gt;Season: Spring&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope Colors: Black, Gold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The Snake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Intelligent and highly intuitive are two of the Snake's many fine qualities. He makes an amusing and romantic friend with a definite flirtatious streak. When challenged or criticised he can be a sore loser. The Snake is very lucky with money and is fond of the odd bet or two. He is quick-witted and enjoys reading, music and occasionally the paranormal side of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Forecast for        2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Snake likes to make slow and steady progress and the Year of the Tiger will find him swept along with unexpected developments they need to adapt and keep up the pace. On the career front, the Snake will have quite a bit of competition and needs to stay ahead of the game in order to be in line for any promotions or career advancement opportunities. He needs to seek advice from those who can help and not appear too independent working with colleagues will pay off handsomely during the year. Money management will be crucial during the Year of the Tiger and with careful planning, they should have little to worry about. Time spent with loved ones, either on a well-earned holiday or at home, will rejuvenate the Snake's spirit during a busy and intense year. February through April will favor work endeavors and promotion. July through December will offer many opportunies for single Snakes to meet a special romantic partner. Travel looks most likely during March and June through August, with fun and romance well starred. Snakes can be shy and loners, but the Year of the Tiger will ensure they have many happy social events to attend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Interesting Snake Facts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Stone: Opal&lt;br /&gt;Special Flower:        Passionflower&lt;br /&gt;Best Hours: 9-11 am&lt;br /&gt;Season: Spring&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope        Colors: Brown Gold, Green &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The Horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun, charming and attractive sums up the Horse's traits perfectly. They love parties and crowds and being the centre of attention. They can also be egotistical, hotheaded and impatient. The Horse is a considerate and protective friend and partner and when in his company, there will always be excitement around the next corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Forecast for 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Year of the Tiger will be an exciting and lively year for the Horse. On the home and family front, there may be some changes with family members moving in, moving out or relocating to another location altogether. On the social front, the Horse will be in much demand with invitations to parties and gatherings increasing as the year moves on. Health wise, with such a busy year and added pressures, the Horse must ensure that he looks after his diet and gets adequate rest. Otherwise, irritability and heated arguments could arise unnecessarily. Those born under this sign will do exceptionally well career-wise this year. However, they must follow up leads and career openings with vigor in order to take advantage of the fast paced energy of the Tiger year. A word of caution for the Horse they need to keep a careful eye on their finances as overspending could happen very easily. August through September will bring fantastic opportunities for those looking for love. March through May will be lucky for changing jobs or careers while November and December will bring fun and lively social gatherings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Interesting        Horse Facts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac        Stone: Golden Topaz&lt;br /&gt;Special Flower: Rose&lt;br /&gt;Best Hours:        11am-1pm&lt;br /&gt;Season: Summer&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope Colors: Orange, White, Yellow        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The Goat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace ful and optimistic, kind and easy going, would describe a Goat personality. They can also be petulant and discontented, likely to throw the towel in at the beginning of a problem. They can be charming without revealing their true feelings. The Goat is very talented and imaginative and can turn his hand to most creative pursuits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Forecast for        2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Goat likes balance and moderation in all areas of life and the Year of the Tiger will ensure that he discovers new aspects and strengths of himself he didn't know he had! For the artistic and creative Goat, 2010 will bring offers, opportunities and encouragement, leading to new projects and job offers. If they can remain adaptable, open to change and focused, this year could have long lasting positive implications. Study and developing specialist skills is also highlighted for this year. For those wishing to change jobs or find employment, there may be many frustrating moments and it won't be easy. But then, out of the blue, a job offer or an opportunity will present itself. Be ready! September to November will bring the best chances for work related success. May to September will have outstanding moments for making new, special friends and enjoying the company of loved ones. All Goats need to be aware that the Year of the Tiger is not the time for taking financial risks. If in doubt or worried, they need to be sure to get the advice of a professional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Interesting Goat Facts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Stone: Emerald&lt;br /&gt;Special        Flower: Larkspur&lt;br /&gt;Best Hours: 1-3 pm&lt;br /&gt;Season: Summer&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope        Colors: Green, Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The Monkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Monkey is playful, lively, fun and a quick thinker. They get bored very easily and find it hard to settle down to doing any one thing. The Monkey can also be vain and offhand. They are ambitious and usually very good with investing money. With their quick wit and wonderful sense of humour, they are a great party guest. The Monkey's life will never be dull and predictable!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Forecast for 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Monkey's energetic nature will resonate well with the energy of 2010 but he will definitely need to pace himself or he will burn out! Changes on the job front could startle the Monkey near the beginning of the year, but by adapting and staying calm, he should weather any storm. It would be wise to take a well-earned break mid-year as all Monkeys will be feeling the pressure that the Year of the Tiger is putting on them. Family expenses may very well increase this year and the wise Monkey will do a little bit of forward planning and budgeting to ensure a smooth passage through 2010. August to October will shine for romantic encounters and the unattached could possibly find the partner they've been searching for. July to November will be the best time to start making moves for anyone who wishes to change their job. All those born under this sign will appreciate the support they receive this year from loved ones and friends. Advice will be well-meaning and helpful; be sure to listen carefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Interesting        Monkey Facts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac        Stone: Peridot&lt;br /&gt;Special Flower: Gladiola&lt;br /&gt;Best Hours: 3-5        pm&lt;br /&gt;Season: Summer&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope Colors: White, Violet, Green        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The Rooster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rooster is always popular, extravagant and creative.. They can be brutally honest and generally like being showered with attention. They are wonderfully loyal friends and also give advice freely whether they are asked for it or not! Family means the world to the Rooster and they are fiercely loyal to those they care about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Forecast for        2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Year of the Tiger will have mixed fortunes for the Rooster, but by staying calm, observant and flexible, the Rooster will glide through 2010 coming out much wiser, stronger and with great success behind him. He will be in much demand for his sage advice and experience and, at work, this will come to the notice of his employer. Many will also decide to go back to college this year or completely change the direction of their career. Travel features quite strongly with the Rooster seeking out adventure, fun and new places to visit. A word of caution: all Roosters must ensure that they don't overdo things exhaustion and a depleted immune system will result if proper rest isn't taken. Home life will bring many joys and will be seen as a cosy sanctuary throughout the year. The Spring months and November and December will be excellent for intimate romantic encounters.. March and July to October will be the optimum time for making career decisions or to change jobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Interesting Rooster Facts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Stone: Citrine&lt;br /&gt;Special Flower:        Aster&lt;br /&gt;Best Hours: 5-7 pm&lt;br /&gt;Season: Autumn&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope Colors: Orange        , Green &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dog is wonderfully hard worker, a perfectionist and someone who loves the small details. He is also a bit anti-social, pessimistic and stubborn. They are one of the most honest and loyal signs of the Chinese zodiac and will always go to bat for a worthy cause. The Dog is a fantastic listener and his advice is usually very intuitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Forecast for        2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Year of the Tiger will be an excellent one for all Dogs with a significant improvement in fortune all year long. They must leave the past behind, for the Ox year was a challenging one, and look forward with optimism and determination. There will still be challenges this year for the Dog, as for all the signs, and it is important that he talk over any potential problems and worries rather than bottling them up. Socially, this is the Dog's year to shine and many new strong friendships and alliances will be formed. The Year of the Tiger will see increased finances for the Dog with many receiving bonuses or even gifts throughout the year. However, it is important that he takes his time regarding financial matters, checking details and ensuring that he has read all the fine print. May to August will be very significant for single Dogs and all invitations should be carefully considered! September through November will have crucial career opportunities don't miss them! Recreational activities and hobbies will also feature strongly, with some able to turn their hobby into their career with great success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Interesting Dog Facts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Stone: Diamond&lt;br /&gt;Special        Flower: Marigold&lt;br /&gt;Best Hours of the day 7-9 pm&lt;br /&gt;Season: Autumn&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope Colors: Silver and Red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The Pig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pig is an innocent, sweet and lovable personality. They can also be quite melancholy and over-sensitive. The Pig loves the company of others, and adores parties, gossip and chit chat. They are highly intelligent, but prefer to keep this side of their nature under wraps. The Pig does not care that much for money, but is one of the zodiac signs that is very lucky.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Forecast for        2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pig loves activity and challenges and the Year of the Tiger will certainly provide this. There may be additional financial pressure on the Pig this year, but with prudent spending and consideration, this need not be a problem. The Pig is an open, friendly soul and very trusting, but this year he must be wary. It's possible that gossip may prove too tempting or that he may listen to false advice, causing upset and trouble. Be guarded and careful this year! The Pig must ensure that he follows up all correspondence or financial dealings to delay or overlook details will prove costly. Short, fun, unplanned trips will feature throughout the year and will be excellent for off-setting any stresses and pressure the Year of the Tiger may bring. Interest in spirituality and self-development will be to the fore and any opportunity to study and explore these should be taken. November to January will provide excellent opportunites for changing career direction or to find a new job. August to December will prove particularly social, with many fun occasions and opportunities to make new friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Interesting Pig Facts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Stone: Ruby&lt;br /&gt;Special Flower: Chrysanthemum&lt;br /&gt;Best Hours:        9-11 pm&lt;br /&gt;Season: Autumn&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope Colors: Purple, Red,        White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So how's your luck gonna be next year??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tips on Reading Horoscope Predictions:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Be happy and skip around if yours is gonna be a good one! Welcome the upcoming year with a positive attitude because you have all the reasons to!&lt;br /&gt;- Curse and swear until you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;song&lt;/span&gt; then forget it about, 'cause you don't even know who did that predictions. Face 2010 with a positive attitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-89335224181344798?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/89335224181344798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=89335224181344798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/89335224181344798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/89335224181344798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/10/2010-year-of-tiger-its-out.html' title='2010 - Year of the Tiger (It&apos;s out!!)'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-2684946789109831919</id><published>2009-10-29T15:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T20:26:36.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Meaningful Piece (by George Carlin)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SulDCbPHOMI/AAAAAAAAA-s/-0gQyoUnD14/s1600-h/pic03195-733678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SulDCbPHOMI/AAAAAAAAA-s/-0gQyoUnD14/s320/pic03195-733678.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397919337330194626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Honestly, I dunno who is he (a photo for you in case you wonder how he looked like), but this is one meaningful piece that is definitely worth reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;**************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GEORGE CARLIN (comedian of the 70's and  80's) could actually write something so very eloquent...and so very  appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The paradox of our time in history is that we  have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways ,but narrower  viewpoints.&lt;br /&gt;We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy  less.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We have bigger houses and smaller families, more  conveniences, but less time.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We have more degrees but less sense, more  knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine,  but less wellness.&lt;br /&gt;We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly,  laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too  tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced  our values.&lt;br /&gt;We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.&lt;br /&gt;We've  learned how to make a living, but not a life.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We've added years to life not life to  years.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We've been all the way to the moon and back, but  have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We conquered outer space but not inner  space.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We've done larger things, but not better  things.&lt;br /&gt;We've cleaned up the air, but  polluted the soul.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We've conquered the atom, but not our  prejudice.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We write more, but learn less.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We plan more, but accomplish less.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We've learned to rush, but not to  wait.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We build more computers to hold more information,  to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the times of fast foods and slow  digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow  relationships.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;These are the days of two incomes but more  divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;These are days of quick trips, disposable  diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that  do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It is a time when there is much in the showroom  window and nothing in the stockroom.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A time when technology can bring this letter to  you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit  delete...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Remember; spend some time with your loved ones,  because they are not going to be around forever.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, say a kind word to  someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up  and leave your side.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you,  because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't  cost a cent.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, to say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved  ones, but most of all mean it.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it  comes from deep inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to hold hands and cherish the  moment for someday that person will not be there again.&lt;br /&gt;Give time to love,  give time to speak!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And give time to share the precious thoughts in  your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Life is not measured by the number of breaths we  take, but by the moments that take our breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this very piece took my breathe away. =)&lt;br /&gt;I hope it did to you tooo, and that it serve us all as a constant reminder to live life to the fullest.&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/13808238-2684946789109831919?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/2684946789109831919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=2684946789109831919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/2684946789109831919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/2684946789109831919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/10/message-from-george-carlin.html' title='A Meaningful Piece (by George Carlin)'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SulDCbPHOMI/AAAAAAAAA-s/-0gQyoUnD14/s72-c/pic03195-733678.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-5741402558193513784</id><published>2009-10-28T15:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T20:37:19.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Kindness. (It might just come back)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Face everything with a touch from your heart, because you can never predict fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what goes around comes around... And I'm guessing this applies to evil with evil as well! Lol. Or at least this thought makes you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;***************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man slowly looked up. This was a woman clearly accustomed to the finer things of life. Her coat was new. She looked like she had never missed a meal in her life. His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of him, like so many others had done before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Leave me alone," he growled... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To his amazement, the woman continued standing. She was smiling -- her even white teeth displayed in dazzling rows. "Are you hungry?" she asked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"No," he answered sarcastically. "I've just come from dining with the president. Now go away." The woman's smile became even broader. Suddenly the man felt a gentle hand under his arm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"What are you doing, lady?" the man asked angrily. "I said to leave me alone". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just then a policeman came up. "Is there any problem, ma'am?" he asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"No problem here, officer," the woman answered. "I'm just trying to get this man to his feet. Will you help me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The officer scratched his head. "That's old Jack.. He's been a fixture around here for a couple of years. What do you want with him?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"See that cafeteria over there?" she asked. "I'm going to get him something to eat and get him out of the cold for awhile." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Are you crazy, lady?" the homeless man resisted. "I don't want to go in there!" Then he felt strong hands grab his other arm and lift him up. "Let me go, officer. I didn't do anything." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"This is a good deal for you, Jack," the officer answered. "Don't blow it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Finally, and with some difficulty, the woman and the police officer got Jack into the cafeteria and sat him at a table in a remote corner. It was the middle of the morning, so most of the breakfast crowd had already left and the lunch bunch had not yet arrived. The manager strode across the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;cafeteria and stood by his table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"What's going on here, officer?" he asked. "What is all this, is this man in trouble?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"This lady brought this man in here to be fed," the policeman answered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Not in here!" the manager replied angrily. "Having a person like that here is bad for business."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Old Jack smiled a toothless grin. "See, lady. I told you so. Now if you'll let me go. I didn't want to come here in the first place." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The woman turned to the cafeteria manager and smiled. "Sir, are you familiar with Eddy and Associates, the banking firm down the street?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Of course I am," the manager answered impatiently. "They hold their weekly meetings in one of my banquet rooms." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"And do you make a goodly amount of money providing food at these weekly meetings?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"What business is that of yours?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I, sir, am Penelope Eddy, President and CEO of the company." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Oh." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The woman smiled again. "I thought that might make a difference." She glanced at the cop who was busy stifling a giggle. "Would you like to join us in a cup of coffee and a meal, officer?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"No thanks, ma'am," the officer replied. "I'm on duty." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Then, perhaps, a cup of coffee to go?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Yes, ma'am. That would be very nice."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The cafeteria manager turned on his heel, "I'll get your coffee for you right away, officer." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The officer watched him walk away. "You certainly put him in his place," he said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"That was not my intent. Believe it or not, I have a reason for all this." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She sat down at the table across from her amazed dinner guest. She stared at him intently. "Jack, do you remember me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Old Jack searched her face with his old, rheumy eyes "I think so -- I mean you do look familiar." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"I'm a little older perhaps," she said. "Maybe I've even filled out more than in my younger days when you worked here, and I came through that very door, cold and hungry." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Ma'am?" the officer said questioningly. He couldn't believe that such a magnificently turned out woman could ever have been hungry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"I was just out of college," the woman began. "I had come to the city looking for a job, but I couldn't find anything. Finally I was down to my last few cents and had been kicked out of my apartment. I walked the streets for days. It was February and I was cold and nearly starving. I saw this place and walked in on the off chance that I could get something to eat." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jack lit up with a smile. "Now I remember," he said. "I was behind the serving counter. You came up and asked me if you could work for something to eat. I said that it was against company policy." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"I know," the woman continued. "Then you made me the biggest roast beef sandwich that I had ever seen, gave me a cup of coffee, and told me to go over to a corner table and enjoy it. I was afraid that you would get into trouble. Then, when I looked over, I saw you put the price of my food in the cash register I knew then that every thing would be all right." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"So you started your own business?" Old Jack said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"I got a job that very afternoon. I worked my way up. Eventually I started my own business that, with the help of God, prospered." She opened her purse and pulled out a business card. "When you are finished here, I want you to pay a visit to a Mr Lyons. He's the personnel director of my company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll go talk to him now and I'm certain he'll find something for you to do around the office..." She smiled. "I think he might even find the funds to give you a little advance so that you can buy some clothes and get a place to live until you get on your feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If you ever need anything, my door is always opened to you." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There were tears in the old man's eyes. "How can I ever thank you?" he said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Don't thank me," the woman answered. "To God goes the glory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Outside the cafeteria, the officer and the woman paused at the entrance before going their separate ways. "Thank you for all your help, officer," she said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"On the contrary, Ms. Eddy," he answered. "Thank you. I saw a miracle today, something that I will never forget. And...And thank you for the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This sounds like for Christians/Catholics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Have a Wonderful Day. May God Bless You Always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And don't forget that when you "cast your bread upon the waters," you never know how it will be returned to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;God is so big He can cover the whole world with his Love and so small He can curl up inside your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When God leads you to the edge of the cliff, trust Him fully and let go, only 1 of 2 things will happen, either He'll catch you when you fall, or He'll teach you how to fly! 'The power of one sentence! God is going to shift things around for you today and let things work in your favor. If you believe, send it. If you don't believe, delete it. God closes doors no man can open &amp;amp; God opens doors no man can close...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/13808238-5741402558193513784?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5741402558193513784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=5741402558193513784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/5741402558193513784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/5741402558193513784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/10/gratitude.html' title='Give Kindness. (It might just come back)'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-5685438931233531383</id><published>2009-10-27T15:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:39:51.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can Give (no matter how small you think you might be)</title><content type='html'>I arrived at the address where someone had requested a taxi. I honked but no one came out. I honked again, nothing. So I walked to the door and knocked. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, and then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated'.. 'Oh, you're such a good boy', she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, and then asked, 'Could you drive through downtown?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly. 'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospital'. I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued. 'The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What route would you like me to take?' I asked. For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing. As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired. Let's go now'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How much do I owe you?' she asked, reaching into her purse. 'Nothing,' I said, 'You have to make a living,' she answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'There are other passengers,' I responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life. I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID, BUT THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-5685438931233531383?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SuAlD3yo4AI/AAAAAAAAA9U/6CANQ8VWXNQ/s72-c/image001-735448.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-2099182114592097156</id><published>2009-10-22T16:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T20:50:03.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Survive in Office...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SuAfDr_986I/AAAAAAAAA88/aMa_U823Xts/s1600-h/image006-798925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SuAfDr_986I/AAAAAAAAA88/aMa_U823Xts/s320/image006-798925.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395346501800948642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SuAfEPzHAoI/AAAAAAAAA9E/PMzFAPWSfW4/s1600-h/image005-700009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SuAfEPzHAoI/AAAAAAAAA9E/PMzFAPWSfW4/s320/image005-700009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395346511410692738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(Click to enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me try this and tell you if it  works... =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sshh...&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/13808238-2099182114592097156?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/2099182114592097156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SuAfDr_986I/AAAAAAAAA88/aMa_U823Xts/s72-c/image006-798925.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-6213827857681300833</id><published>2009-10-22T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T20:56:51.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Logos of the Past and Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Some just look so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obbit&lt;/span&gt; in the past... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;***************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SuAY9zhQK8I/AAAAAAAAA8E/xIwsamhkFBs/s1600-h/image007-739344.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SuAY9zhQK8I/AAAAAAAAA8E/xIwsamhkFBs/s320/image007-739344.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395339803670621122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SuAY-E4ZB-I/AAAAAAAAA8M/9BjKpLB8VNs/s1600-h/image001-740473.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SuAY-E4ZB-I/AAAAAAAAA8M/9BjKpLB8VNs/s320/image001-740473.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395339808331073506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SuAY-Qd2DSI/AAAAAAAAA8U/q86l9c7q1YU/s1600-h/image002-741643.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SuAY-Qd2DSI/AAAAAAAAA8U/q86l9c7q1YU/s320/image002-741643.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395339811440954658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SuAY-ykAXdI/AAAAAAAAA8c/kOZnnBDHFWE/s1600-h/image003-743468.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SuAY-ykAXdI/AAAAAAAAA8c/kOZnnBDHFWE/s320/image003-743468.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395339820593602002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SuAY_N7fauI/AAAAAAAAA8k/jXQYU4u4AG8/s1600-h/image004-744565.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SuAY_N7fauI/AAAAAAAAA8k/jXQYU4u4AG8/s320/image004-744565.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395339827939863266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SuAY_ZO8NZI/AAAAAAAAA8s/dY-lV9sfhAI/s1600-h/image005-745805.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SuAY_ZO8NZI/AAAAAAAAA8s/dY-lV9sfhAI/s320/image005-745805.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395339830974231954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;And the name Google came from a typo! It was originally suppose to be called &lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;BackRub.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SuAY_gM1OWI/AAAAAAAAA80/tkjJxmtnUIw/s1600-h/image006-746891.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SuAY_gM1OWI/AAAAAAAAA80/tkjJxmtnUIw/s320/image006-746891.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395339832844433762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &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/13808238-6213827857681300833?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/6213827857681300833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=6213827857681300833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/6213827857681300833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/6213827857681300833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/10/logos-of-past-and-present.html' title='Logos of the Past and Present'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SuAY9zhQK8I/AAAAAAAAA8E/xIwsamhkFBs/s72-c/image007-739344.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-5681306515885229119</id><published>2009-10-22T10:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T20:58:28.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The relation between Underwear &amp; Passwords.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/St-_2QPP7hI/AAAAAAAAA78/A0Naqak6zXg/s1600-h/%21cid_5E24A24C01A14A66BC9778F69C5C8C6C%40snpco-725065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/St-_2QPP7hI/AAAAAAAAA78/A0Naqak6zXg/s320/%21cid_5E24A24C01A14A66BC9778F69C5C8C6C%40snpco-725065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395241817405910546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&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/13808238-5681306515885229119?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5681306515885229119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=5681306515885229119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/5681306515885229119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/5681306515885229119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/10/relation-between-underwear-passwords_22.html' title='The relation between Underwear &amp; Passwords.'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/St-_2QPP7hI/AAAAAAAAA78/A0Naqak6zXg/s72-c/%21cid_5E24A24C01A14A66BC9778F69C5C8C6C%40snpco-725065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-2985729730029146271</id><published>2009-09-17T15:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T21:00:30.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mid-Autumn Festival Everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;Only stone-hearts can resist them...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;There I said it. Now you can't say you can. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;***************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SrHpJ05FAQI/AAAAAAAAA60/KM3nwqrkK00/s1600-h/pic28145-743698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SrHpJ05FAQI/AAAAAAAAA60/KM3nwqrkK00/s320/pic28145-743698.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382339384710594818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SrHpKlIUn_I/AAAAAAAAA68/K0h-kMF193s/s1600-h/pic23281-746220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SrHpKlIUn_I/AAAAAAAAA68/K0h-kMF193s/s320/pic23281-746220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382339397659434994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: 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href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/2985729730029146271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=2985729730029146271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/2985729730029146271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/2985729730029146271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-lantern-festival-everyone.html' title='Happy Mid-Autumn Festival Everyone!'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SrHpJ05FAQI/AAAAAAAAA60/KM3nwqrkK00/s72-c/pic28145-743698.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-737720219444239811</id><published>2009-09-17T11:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T21:11:00.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaningful Phrases</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" class="421170902-29052009" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Written By Regina Brett (90 years old) of  The Plain Dealer (Cleveland, Ohio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;***************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me.  It is the most-requested column I've ever written. My odometer rolled over to 90  in August, so here is the column once more:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Life isn't fair, but  it's still good.&lt;br /&gt;2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your job won't take care  of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Pay off your credit cards every month.&lt;br /&gt;6. You don't have to win every  argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than  crying alone.&lt;br /&gt;8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.&lt;br /&gt;9. Save  for retirement starting with your first paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;10. When it comes to  chocolate, resistance is futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;11. Make peace with your past so it won't  screw up the present. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. It's OK to let your children see you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;13.  Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all  about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it. &lt;br /&gt;15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never  blinks.&lt;br /&gt;16. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.&lt;br /&gt;17. Get rid of  anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;br /&gt;18. Whatever doesn't kill  you really does make you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;19. It's never too late to have a happy  childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. When it  comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;21.  Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it  for a special occasion. Today is special.&lt;br /&gt;22. Over prepare, then go with  the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. The most important sex organ is the brain.&lt;br /&gt;25. No one is in charge  of your happiness but you.&lt;br /&gt;26. Frame every so-called disaster with these  words ''In five years, will this matter?".&lt;br /&gt;27. Always choose life.&lt;br /&gt;28.  Forgive everyone everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;29. What other people think of you is none of  your business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Time heals almost everything. Give time, time.&lt;br /&gt;31.  However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;32. Don't take yourself  so seriously. No one else does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Believe in miracles.&lt;br /&gt;34. God loves  you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;35.  Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Growing old beats  the alternative -- dying young.&lt;br /&gt;37. Your children get only one childhood. &lt;br /&gt;38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved. &lt;span class="421170902-29052009"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b! r=""&gt;39. Get outside every day. Miracles  are waiting everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw  everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;41. Envy is a waste of time. You  already have all you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. The best is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;43. No matter  how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;br /&gt;44. Yield.&lt;br /&gt;45. Life isn't  tied with a bow, but it's still a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b!&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/13808238-737720219444239811?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/737720219444239811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=737720219444239811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/737720219444239811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/737720219444239811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/09/7.html' title='Meaningful Phrases'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-4715371374682780067</id><published>2009-09-16T13:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T21:21:05.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Died (by Just Jack)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;object id="muzuplayer-9iHjJiJ0oI-562084" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" width="480" height="390"&gt;                 &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.muzu.tv/player/getPlayer/a/9iHjJiJ0oI/includeAll=n&amp;amp;vidId=277626"&gt;                 &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;                 &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;       &lt;embed src="http://www.muzu.tv/player/getPlayer/a/9iHjJiJ0oI/includeAll=n&amp;amp;vidId=277626" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" name="muzuplayer-9iHjJiJ0oI-562084" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;This song speaks the simplest and most common stuffs in life that you probably won't notice, but when all the lucky little things comes together in one day, it just makes your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; But the thing is.... normally, all the good stuffs  won't come to you altogether, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;***************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muzu.tv/justjack/the-day-i-died-music-video/277626"&gt;Just Jack - The Day I Died&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.muzu.tv/"&gt;MUZU&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drag myself from my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Around 20 past 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get my kids up make breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 egg 2 toast 3 weetabix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and as i  sit down i look up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and your standing in the doorway sun at your back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in  my old brown dressing gown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well no one can love you more than i love you  now, but i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gotta go running for the bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coat flying and i try not to  miss it this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but the drivers waiting and thats strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kids on the  top deck quiet for a change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and theres no rain and no roadworks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the  bus lane and all my hurts run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and im smiling as im punching in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the day i died was the best day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the day i died was the  best day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tell my friends and my kids and my wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything  will be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the day i died was the best day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now the  secretaries they got a smile for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and the intray on my desks almost empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I get a memo from executive Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saying Rob the gob is getting kicked out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for embezzling funds from the company account&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and id be lying if i said  i wasn't chuffed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cos i always hated rob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and now they'll probably offer  me robs old job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and in the park at lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;theres no whinos on my  favorite bench&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;none of that drunk chatter none of that pissy stench&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and  the scrawny little pigeons with the gammy legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;decide to dive bomb from  someone elses sandwich instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and theres something about the city today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like all the colors conspire to overwhelm the grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and this close to the  fire i can feel no cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but a rainbow halo around my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the day i  died was the best day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the day i died was the best day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tell my friends and my kids and my wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything will be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the day i died was the best day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so i leave work get to  the high street and i miss my bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should i wait for another no i cant be  arsed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i begin to walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and rush hour crowd seem to part like the red sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and im stopping at the offy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;20 cigarettes and a 6 pack to relax me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and as i cross back over the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i guess i never saw that taxi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i  guess i never saw that taxi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the day i died was the best day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the day i died was the best day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tell my friends and my kids  and my wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything will be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the day i died was the best day  of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now i got 99 red balloons floating in the summer sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i  got 99 red balloons drifting past my dreamy eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i got 99 red balloons  floating in the summer sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i got 99 red balloons drifting past my dying  eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;***************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll definitely be lost when I'm on the verge of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know it'll come one day, but thinking of it now just makes me feel lost and insecure... I hate that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-4715371374682780067?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4715371374682780067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=4715371374682780067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/4715371374682780067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/4715371374682780067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-i-died-by-just-jack.html' title='The Day I Died (by Just Jack)'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-4017953482620456438</id><published>2009-09-11T15:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:41:02.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I ever mention I was so damn happy with my new shoes??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sqn6pJ3owWI/AAAAAAAAA1U/ZF6PfB8Y07k/s1600-h/IMG00074-20090911-1518-732218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sqn6pJ3owWI/AAAAAAAAA1U/ZF6PfB8Y07k/s320/IMG00074-20090911-1518-732218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380106814801625442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Omg. I'm so goddamned happy.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm sooo gonna post the rest of my shoes in this  series. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-4017953482620456438?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4017953482620456438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=4017953482620456438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/4017953482620456438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/4017953482620456438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/09/did-i-ever-mention-i-was-so-damn-happy.html' title='Did I ever mention I was so damn happy with my new shoes??'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sqn6pJ3owWI/AAAAAAAAA1U/ZF6PfB8Y07k/s72-c/IMG00074-20090911-1518-732218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-4578785072373323286</id><published>2009-09-10T08:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:42:29.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy One Year Anniversary! xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SqhL6JJ72MI/AAAAAAAAA1M/6l2f2cUh6UU/s1600-h/IMG00031-20090904-2032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379633217156143298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SqhL6JJ72MI/AAAAAAAAA1M/6l2f2cUh6UU/s320/IMG00031-20090904-2032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really wan to say this early in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much sweetie. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-4578785072373323286?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4578785072373323286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=4578785072373323286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/4578785072373323286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/4578785072373323286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-rlly-wan-to-say-this-early-in-morning.html' title='Happy One Year Anniversary! xD'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SqhL6JJ72MI/AAAAAAAAA1M/6l2f2cUh6UU/s72-c/IMG00031-20090904-2032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-6065688378326084479</id><published>2009-09-08T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:45:19.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You will always remember this as...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;&lt;span id="ls_contents-2"&gt;Today, one of the kids in my Spanish class got caught  texting. As our teacher was about to take his phone, he got up, and sprinted to  the door before he stopped in the doorway and shouted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You will always remember this as the day you almost caught  Captain Jack Sparrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before he ran out of the room and down the  hallway. He never came back to class. It absolutly made my day.  MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div face="georgia"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="news-body-text"&gt;&lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://www.mylifeisaverage.com"&gt;MLIA&lt;/a&gt;&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/13808238-6065688378326084479?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/6065688378326084479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=6065688378326084479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/6065688378326084479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/6065688378326084479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-will-always-remember-this-as-day.html' title='You will always remember this as...'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-3095959507155442475</id><published>2009-09-08T14:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:47:52.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art of Lying and Deciphering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I was talking to Weilin on Msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;She told me she is gd at lying and wants me to  hired her as a liar in my house so that she could make up stories for my mother.  Minutes later, I sorta tricked her instead of the other way round. She told me  sometimes tricking people into believing they tricked someone is also  skill.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Now we're discussing about art of lying and  deciphering, and trying to convince her to tell me wat's up her  sleeves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-3095959507155442475?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/3095959507155442475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=3095959507155442475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/3095959507155442475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/3095959507155442475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/09/art-of-lying-and-deciphering.html' title='Art of Lying and Deciphering'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-6492299080679690385</id><published>2009-08-31T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:52:52.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is the new Hollywood Secrets...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;" class="gmail_quote"&gt;Was initally pretty thrilled to know &lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodsecrets.com.sg/" target="_blank"&gt;Hollywood Secrets&lt;/a&gt; is re-open (or, sorta) and immediately book an appointment when found the website.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta know they will be moving away from Paragon when one fine day I decided to trim my bushy brows smwhere in Feb this year, only to find that they were in the mids of renovating and will only be re-open in Mandarin Gallery in July.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I waited for time to pass, Mandarin Gallery still not open. Whatever, I googled online found their site n no, called them up, gotta know they went located temporary at the hotel beside Mandarin Gallery. Made an appointment, made a trip down just now.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;They were providing services in a hotel room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was told to ask any of the hotel staff, and none know. Called again, told me take the lift up to 5th storey, change to another set of elevator, to the 8th storey (stating at it's the fitness  centre level).&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently instructions wasn't clear! I was loitering up and down till a cleaner auntie told me to go to a room.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blah. Damnit, she didn't told me it's a room! I was half expecting to be a temporary outlet.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knocked, nobody came. Went in on my own, asked a guy, "is that Hollywood Secrets?" He said yes, but no further instructions from there.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stepped in, asked a lady doing manicure. She just asked me to sit and wait while a bunch of bitchy girls (who acted totally like models though they were all fugly) finished up their makeups and hairdos. Oh yah, and the lady who was doing the brows, she was damn &lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;irritatingly slow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously! She was chatting (in quite foul language) and she stopped her hands while she gossiped with her fellow colleagues, which sounded like they were paid tooo little for the jobs they are doing? like &lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;hello&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, dun u know you have customers in the room as well?? And oh yah, the rest of the conversation goes like, &lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wan to walk down Orchard in bikini. You never read the papers meh? Got girls do that okay!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I'm so assuming the next to walk into the police station in bikini is her as well. -.-&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nvm about tt. When it was suppose to be my turn, she just merely get me to sit beside her, took out her mobile, n took a great deal of time to type and send her sms without even the slightest courtesy to acknowledge my presence! I sat like an idiot beside her.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She didn't ask, I hafta open my mouth to tell her I wan au-natural. Imagine she pluck out all my brows! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*roll eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here comes the exciting part. After it was done, I took out my $50 note everyone ignored me like they dun wan the payment. Hello... Then after she finished running her fingers through her hair and arching her back, she finally put out her precious hand to collect my money. (Like I was begging her.) She stared at the note, then told me she want a smaller note.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told her I don't have any, I even had the courtesy to propose giving her another $2 and all I need was another 4pcs of $10. She shot her bloody eyes at me, &lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;No, $12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bloody fuck! Do you think I deliberately hide all the $10 from you?? I showed her another 2pcs $50, then she shut the fuck up. Still, she gave me the &lt;i&gt;itsyourbloodyfault&lt;/i&gt; look. She asked if anyone had any to spare, and I heard the classic, &lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;I have, but I dun wan give you leh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:large;" &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Does that women know she is in the working society or wat??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Finally after some cajoling, she decided to lend out her money, and plus another $20 from another customer, I gotten my $40 change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you think I'm gonna go back though gd brow trimming? I'm so gonna go Hairloom @Raffles Place next time round, or at least when the real outlet is open.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-6492299080679690385?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/6492299080679690385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=6492299080679690385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/6492299080679690385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/6492299080679690385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-this-is-new-hollywood-secrets.html' title='So this is the new Hollywood Secrets...'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-7609076803001601974</id><published>2009-08-24T12:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:54:01.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coco before Chanel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SpIdREZAZhI/AAAAAAAAA1E/4LPbkySY4mM/s1600-h/coco-before-chanel-tautou-732655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SpIdREZAZhI/AAAAAAAAA1E/4LPbkySY4mM/s320/coco-before-chanel-tautou-732655.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373389484480030226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just watched&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Coco before Chanel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;on Sat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Not as &lt;em&gt;fantastic&lt;/em&gt; as I thot- maybe I  was  tooo overwhelmed by the fact tt Chanel will be coming out a movie and  was expecting a lil tooo much. It's just a fashion history afterall,  right?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Very quiet, yet very captivating. Was totally  engrossed throughout the show. A lil on the arts film side, but I still love it.  I can hear ppl commenting tt it's tooo quiet that they nearly fell aslp. But if  you can't appreciate a arts film, you won't appreciate and love  this.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But... the Chanel in this poster made her seems  like a guy, and it reminds me more &lt;strong&gt;Shane&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The L Word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. =ppp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-7609076803001601974?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/7609076803001601974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=7609076803001601974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/7609076803001601974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/7609076803001601974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/08/coco-before-chanel.html' title='Coco before Chanel'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SpIdREZAZhI/AAAAAAAAA1E/4LPbkySY4mM/s72-c/coco-before-chanel-tautou-732655.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-1584156168943688422</id><published>2009-08-22T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T10:35:11.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starhub gave me tt voucher *wink*</title><content type='html'>Eventually they still called me after tt email/feedback. I hid me exhileration well while she present me with the $100 voucher I've been wanting. ;) Seriously, they could had just given it to me in the 1st place the save the trouble of going thru everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, IT'S SAT!! so damn happy. had already jogged and mooo is still slping behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad stuffs-&lt;br /&gt;1. My com is still not working (able to start up and use with only Safe Mode. Normal Mode: It just start up but no image recognised from the monitor. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;2. Starhub bill came and it's almost $100. I suspect they charged me 3 months of Surflite for the 1st bill.&lt;br /&gt;3. With my Starhub bill and my hp voucher in, I might not be able to get my cam afterall. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, it's Sat still. *Cheerios*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-1584156168943688422?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/1584156168943688422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=1584156168943688422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/1584156168943688422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/1584156168943688422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/08/starhub-gave-me-tt-voucher-wink.html' title='Starhub gave me tt voucher *wink*'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-1944589997156929351</id><published>2009-08-21T11:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:56:40.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Starhub cos they treat Customers DIFFERENTLY</title><content type='html'>My Complaint Email:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;***************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your staff, M***, just called me and inform that I would be only award with $50 instead of $100 voucher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said in my previous feedback, I am a loyal customer with almost 6 years with Starhub, and am really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY DISAPPOINTED&lt;/span&gt; with the current offer. I tried to explain myself to Mariam, and I even gave her my boyfriend's line (xxxx-xxxx) to do a check so that she can provide me with me adequate explanation why he gotten $100 even though we are using the same plan and almost the same usage. In the end, she could only give me hypothetic reasons e.g. usage per month, plans etc. and not even a specific &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; difference between mine and his. Felt so disappointed and cheated of my loyalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons for me to switch operators-&lt;br /&gt;1. Offer was not there to attract me to sign another 2 year contract.&lt;br /&gt;2. Your staff could not provide with a valid and specific reason for the discrepancies in offer which left me feel so cheated and yet, tried to coax me into it without trying to look more into the situation.&lt;br /&gt;3. I gave her a few reason what could be the difference in offer e.g. due to mine is student plan. She told me not, and ended up not giving any reasons also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will switch operators once I spot a good promotion with Singtel, where they provide better promotion and give better attractive offer to loyal customers if no calls are received from Starhub to give another counter offer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-1944589997156929351?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/1944589997156929351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=1944589997156929351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/1944589997156929351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/1944589997156929351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hate-starhub-cos-they-treat-customers.html' title='I hate Starhub cos they treat Customers DIFFERENTLY'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-2809226489917273512</id><published>2009-08-20T16:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T16:34:40.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since when is Ponyo Ponyo Walt Disney's???</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/So0KoFeueKI/AAAAAAAAA08/QD-1hmYrLpI/s1600-h/ponyo_email3-780620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/So0KoFeueKI/AAAAAAAAA08/QD-1hmYrLpI/s320/ponyo_email3-780620.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371961614304966818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-2809226489917273512?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/2809226489917273512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=2809226489917273512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/2809226489917273512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/2809226489917273512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/08/since-when-is-ponyo-ponyo-walt-disneys.html' title='Since when is Ponyo Ponyo Walt Disney&apos;s???'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/So0KoFeueKI/AAAAAAAAA08/QD-1hmYrLpI/s72-c/ponyo_email3-780620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-5228672127372479382</id><published>2009-08-19T16:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T00:06:34.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How 'Singaporean' are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sth funny by &lt;a href="http://talkingcock.com/"&gt;TalkingCock.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;***************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's not enough if you pay taxes or carry a pink  IC. To commemorate National Day, TalkingCock.com brings you a checklist to see  how Singaporean you really are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;1. Thanks to SMS, you have an extra large  thumb.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;2. Tks 2 SMS, u oso dun no how 2 spel n e  mor.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;3. You pat MRT and bus seats to cool them before  you sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;4. At lunch, you start discussing what to eat for  dinner.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;5. Your wedding photos include shots of you  dressed up like Louis XIV, Michael Jackson, or Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate  Winslet in Titanic.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;6. When speaking to foreigners, you somehow feel  a need to adopt an accent. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(If you're a DJ, this happens even when you're not  speaking to foreigners.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;7. You won't raise your voice to protest  policies, but you'll raise your fists to whack someone over Hello Kitty.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(and  break glass doors)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;8. You're  forever talking about businesses you want to set up but will probably never get  around to starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;9. You don't know ¾ of the people attending your  wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;10. You separate food into 2 basic groups:  'heaty' and 'cooling'.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;11. You're never completely sure how many times  you've sung the second verse of the National Anthem.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;12. You think that what makes you 'married' is  not the legal registration but whether you've thrown a 12 course dinner.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;13. You marry for the real estate breaks. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(honey,  let's apply for HDB)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;14. You have kids for the tax  advantages.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;15. You move to where you want your child to go  to school.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;16. You feel you can't walk around naked in your  own flat.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;17. You force your children to take Speech &amp;amp;  Drama classes, but pray they won't wind up in Arts later on.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;18. You suddenly realize you're very interested  in biotech - just like you suddenly realized three years ago that you were very  interested in e-commerce, and before that, engineering, and before that,  medicine and law.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;19. You think being an entrepreneur is setting up  a bubble tea/Portuguese egg tart/gao luck/porridge shop right next to an  existing bubble tea/Portuguese egg tart/gao luck/porridge shop.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;20. You think people are inconsiderate when they  don't leave their table immediately after eating at the food court but think you  have every right to take 25 bites to finish the last red bean in your ice  kachang.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;21. You find it impossible to make suggestions  without drawing a fishbone chart first.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;22. If you're a guy, whenever you get together  with your guy friends, you invariably trade army stories.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;23. If you're a girl, whenever you get together  with your girl friends, you invariably trade stories about how your stupid guy  friends are forever trading army stories.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;24. You think the most important sporting event  in Singapore this year was David Beckham switching from Manchester United to  Real Madrid.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;25. You somehow feel that food tastes better when  eaten by a longkang.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;26. It actually makes a difference to you being  called an 'NSMan' rather than a 'Reservist'.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;27. You've eaten more times at the Esplanade than  you've actually seen shows there.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;28. You need campaigns to tell you how to be  courteous, to flush toilets, have sex, etc.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;29. When you visit the Zoo, you wonder what the  animals taste like.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;30. You feel the urge to add the suffix '-polis'  to everything, viz. Biopolis, Airtropolis, Fusionopolis, Entrepolis,  etc.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;31. You always feel oddly hungry at 11 pm, and  are willing to drive to far away places for supper.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;32. You meet in hotels a lot.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;33. Your children have a rudimentary knowledge of  Tagalog or Bahasa Indonesia.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;34. You work at McDonald's when you're old rather  than young.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;35. You'll gladly spend $50,000 on a car, but  will go to great lengths to save a few bucks on ERP charges or even a few cents  on a parking coupon.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;36. Pork floss and mayonnaise on bread is a  completely natural combination to you.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;37. If you're pregnant, you have the strange  ability to make people on the MRT fall asleep instantly.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;38. You ask for the bill by miming a signing  movement.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;39. You've started referring to foreign employees  as 'talent' instead of 'expatriates'.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;40. At the dinner table, you're always discussing  which other food places serve better versions of what you're  eating.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;41. You copy down licence plate numbers of cars  involved in accidents.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;42. You think your boyfriend doesn't really love  you unless he gives you part of his liver.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;43. During sales, you book hotel rooms near malls  to enable you to shop more efficiently.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;44. You pronounce the letter 'R' as 'ah-rer' and  the letter 'H' as 'haytch'.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;45. No matter how old you are, you keep  associating people with their secondary schools. (alternative: No matter how old  you are, you secretly need to know what other people got for their PSLE, O  levels and A levels.)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;46. You're always on a quest for the definitive  version of your favourite local dish.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;47. When you explain things to people, you keep  (a) using alphabets, and (b) speaking in point form.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;48. You believe that you can generate  'creativity' through rules and committees. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;49. You 'chope' a seat by placing a packet of  tissues on the chair.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;50. You're very forthright with your criticisms  of the Gahmen, unless there's a chance they might actually hear  you.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;51. You diligently track the whereabouts of your  favourite hawkers, i.e..you know that the famous Tiong Bahru Bao is now in  Jurong, the famous Outram Char Kuay Teow is now in Hong Lim Centre and the  famous Lau Hock Kien Hokkien mee from the old Lau Pa Sat is now at Beach  Road.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;52. Your mother probably can't speak your 'mother  tongue'.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;53. You'd rather drink your own pee than pay  someone more for water.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;54. You secretly find that the best part of the  Speak Good English Movement is hearing the Singlish bits in their  ads.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;55. You have an automatic sensor in your head  which categorizes people you meet into stayer/ quitter,  cosmopolitan/heartlander, normal/ express/ gifted, etc.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;56. You think we're living in a modern,  sophisticated country even when our leaders still insist on wearing their school  uniforms.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;57. You wish your constituency is in a walkover,  because otherwise it's damn 'leceh'.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;58. During elections, you decide that there is no  credible opposition even though you don't know the name of the opposition  candidate in your constituency.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;59. You think having a constitution is like the  condition you get when you don't eat enough fibre.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;60. You can never quite remember what "the core  values" of Singaporeans are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy National Day from the folks at  TalkingCock.com!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-5228672127372479382?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5228672127372479382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=5228672127372479382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/5228672127372479382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/5228672127372479382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-singaporean-are-you.html' title='How &apos;Singaporean&apos; are you?'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-7847114783707681597</id><published>2009-08-19T11:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T00:10:21.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suay Day!!</title><content type='html'>*ahem* trying to blog thru email now.&lt;br /&gt;not sure if it's working, but here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd was super a sucky day. haven't been even more sucky for as long as I rmb (note: I have a memory of a dory fish. tt's amazing! i rmb the character from nemo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out from the night before the day was even started ytd. I forced myself not to do anything more after I bathed n go str to bed, about 11plus? Tt was considered pretty early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den abt 12plus, I was woke up by my mum n bro's talking. bloody hell! I went out to scream at them n close the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;den i cannot sleep. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really is &amp;amp;*$%$^#. My whole body itched like hell n again, as always, motorcycles are racing downstair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Motorcycle racing like F1 just right my my block.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCK.&lt;/span&gt; I know its racing cos just when I was about to fall aslp, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ZOoom...&lt;/span&gt; it went passed, and the zoom wasn't exactly short. i recovered from it, falling back aslp, then again the sound came back n I woke up with a startle again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a damn vicious cycle! And it went on to abt 2plus I presume. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But probably the body itching part was my fault. I knew I was allergic to scent moisturiser but I used it anyway, just 'cause there wasn't any other nearby. i SWEAR i will not do tt again. (watch me turn over a new leaf. haa.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaysss, since then, the 'suay-ness' came upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was the only person around for the scope-in-charge and I spent more than 1/2 of the time trying to clear others stuffs, when for myself my dateline is near.&lt;br /&gt;2. I forgotten to bring calculator, pencil case, and my shawl. I practically freeze with one ard, let alone without.&lt;br /&gt;3. I dunno wth is wrong with me, but I came outta the train in Cityhall n gotten into the train tt suppose to go Pasir Ris direction. -.- I dun even hafta change any train to go to Raffles Place! I was just sick in the head.&lt;br /&gt;4. I scald myself with the tea I bought from the vending machine.&lt;br /&gt;5. I kiap-ed my thumb with the damn door.&lt;br /&gt;6. N not forgetting, I did all those with merely 3 hours of slp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go! Ain't I amazing?? Kim even ask me to bathe myself with flower water. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, my dear Ryan forgotten he has dinner plans with his colleagues when we already got the day-after-work planned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo gonna take revenge. *evil smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall end with a photo. just wana test out the uploading of photo with email fxn. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sy5MUvF5N5I/AAAAAAAABIo/kKEPfNqdPg0/s1600-h/Cute_Piggy_Bento-733549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sy5MUvF5N5I/AAAAAAAABIo/kKEPfNqdPg0/s400/Cute_Piggy_Bento-733549.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417351320895567762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you say cute or not?????&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/13808238-7847114783707681597?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/7847114783707681597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=7847114783707681597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/7847114783707681597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/7847114783707681597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/08/suay-day.html' title='Suay Day!!'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sy5MUvF5N5I/AAAAAAAABIo/kKEPfNqdPg0/s72-c/Cute_Piggy_Bento-733549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-2831973318931890244</id><published>2009-08-18T13:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T00:13:07.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding? (You gimmi money??)</title><content type='html'>You know wat, this is frustrating, annoying, and pissing me off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little preview:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Irene says:&lt;br /&gt;wedding is of course necessary lah, if not don like marry leh&lt;br /&gt;jasMiNe - "simplicity is the keynote of all true elegance [1923] says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i rather dun get married if wedding is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;Irene says:&lt;br /&gt;y not&lt;br /&gt;jasMiNe - "simplicity is the keynote of all true elegance [1923] says:&lt;br /&gt;it's like use my own money, then let everybody eat shark fins, then everyone happy except me.&lt;br /&gt;jasMiNe - "simplicity is the keynote of all true elegance [1923] says:&lt;br /&gt;but it's my money.&lt;br /&gt;Irene says:&lt;br /&gt;is fun leh, although it will pretty tired&lt;br /&gt;Irene says:&lt;br /&gt;will earn back 1 mah&lt;br /&gt;Irene says:&lt;br /&gt;nomatter how simple, u still need to take wedding photos mah&lt;br /&gt;jasMiNe - "simplicity is the keynote of all true elegance [1923] says:&lt;br /&gt;haha. only take wedding photos, tt's all.&lt;br /&gt;jasMiNe - "simplicity is the keynote of all true elegance [1923] says:&lt;br /&gt;if even one person say must have wedding, then i dun get married.&lt;br /&gt;jasMiNe - "simplicity is the keynote of all true elegance [1923] says:&lt;br /&gt;then i'll blame tt person if i cannot  get married.&lt;br /&gt;jasMiNe - "simplicity is the keynote of all true elegance [1923] says:&lt;br /&gt;whahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;jasMiNe - "simplicity is the keynote of all true elegance [1923] says:&lt;br /&gt;or else rite, tt person sponsore me lo.&lt;br /&gt;jasMiNe - "simplicity is the keynote of all true elegance [1923] says:&lt;br /&gt;tt simple.&lt;br /&gt;Irene says:&lt;br /&gt;wedding will also earn $ mah&lt;br /&gt;Irene says:&lt;br /&gt;u still young leh, still can save $$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;jasMiNe - "simplicity is the keynote of all true elegance [1923] says:&lt;br /&gt;i rather take the money to pay for the hse or spend on myself then pay for other ppl's shark fins.&lt;br /&gt;jasMiNe - "simplicity is the keynote of all true elegance [1923] says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Irene says:&lt;br /&gt;u hah, is a celebration mah&lt;br /&gt;jasMiNe - "simplicity is the keynote of all true elegance [1923] says:&lt;br /&gt;haha. unless got ppl sponsore me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is wat I think:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.        Wedding is not necessary to feel like marriage. You have the grandest wedding, and you end up in divorce. Wake up, little minds of the 70s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.        Wedding photos can be taken as and when. Of cos, I do wan wedding photos. But is there a clause saying I have to a wedding for the photos? Hell no! all they wan is money! I can always look pretty in photoshoots then to wear the awkward pretty dresses during wedding dinners, which I totally look awkward n not pretty, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.        Wedding is not a celebration whatsoever. It just consists of opinions flying everyone, the bride and groom cracking their heads to please everyone, money pouring out not for ourselves, not tasting a single mouth of food on dinner time, and latecomers yawning and spending a boring time during wedding dinner. And oh yah, did I mention gossips are gonna go on with the venue, food, dresses… just plain dumb, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the dumbest thing is, everyone is following them! Wedding is just plain boring and tonnns of brainless ppl trying to get you drunk and puke all over. Spending money on pukes? No, thank you. And plus the fact tt I hafta smile at those ppl who try to make you puke and tease you offensively about your wedding nights. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(wtf?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I can go on list and list with stuffs have can ppl have weddings! It’s not like I’ll get Bill Gates as a husband! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which means he can provide me with 100 Chanel bags, all LV accessories, and practically let me own Juicy Couture)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! marrying a normal guy means you hafta pay equally for HDB/Condo, share PUB/Cellphone/Internet/Cable bills and every other miscellaneous expenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about using tt 20k+ to hire a part-time maid &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(assuming both will be working)&lt;/span&gt;, or paying more every month for your flat so you will accumulate lesser interest? I can foresee the usefulness of the money than to pour in for some useless food and grand venues. I assume hotels will do fine without my money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stop saying asking my future hubs to sponsor me. If you wonder why, it seems to be tt future contribution would be made by both of us, be it more or lesser of whoever. If he contribution to some worthless wedding, I presume he would have less of the savings to contribution in the future. Which idiots out there dun understand???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/span&gt; if you ain’t gonna sponsor, stop talking craps, unless you intend to contribute $300 angbao money per head and ahhh, probably I won’t mind being the organizer plus  the model of the day. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-2831973318931890244?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/2831973318931890244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=2831973318931890244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/2831973318931890244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/2831973318931890244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/08/wedding-you-gimmi-money.html' title='Wedding? (You gimmi money??)'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-6388057682536818372</id><published>2009-08-17T12:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T00:16:48.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SojZTQKpjrI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Vp3beRtBL6o/s1600-h/up-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370781480419692210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 216px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SojZTQKpjrI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Vp3beRtBL6o/s320/up-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; watched UP with kim last friday, n i swore, this is the BEST movie i've ever watch in years!! (in terms of tears pouring due to overwhelming of loves and shrieked in laughters at silly stuffs!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had nv seen other movie (or at least of wat remains in my memory) that illustrates love in such a matter that you can't help sobbing n thinking wat mite happen to you nx time when u age, or at least how strong love moves the sea, or at least a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt; nv underestimates the power of simple love, &lt;em&gt;and the probably the most boring stuffs that you did b4 are the things you're gonna miss more&lt;/em&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feel quite wasted tt we didn't managed to the 3D tix, but owell, the story itself is already tooo great to moved us. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 outta 5 stars if you ask me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moo mooo... u'll REGRET not wanting to watch with me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmph!&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/13808238-6388057682536818372?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/6388057682536818372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=6388057682536818372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/6388057682536818372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/6388057682536818372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/08/up.html' title='UP'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SojZTQKpjrI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Vp3beRtBL6o/s72-c/up-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-1019450990694113280</id><published>2009-08-14T13:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T00:30:58.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Booster to Wake You Up</title><content type='html'>That kinda crap early in the morn rlly woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Good Luck Chuck&lt;/span&gt; on my MP4 when on my way to work this morning, my phone rang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(n I saw my shuttle bus driver doing a ‘lil dance to my rock Japanese song)&lt;/span&gt; and it was my mum, calling me with her hp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N FYI, I was trying to watch, shun the screen of my MP4 from the lady sitting beside me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(in the company’s shuttle bus)&lt;/span&gt; cos there was this sex screen going on... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(n honestly, I wasn’t expecting any sex scenes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HONESTLY.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird, I thought. She normally won’t waste her prepaid card money- She would rather use the house phone. Whatever. I picked up the call ½ expecting her to say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘you’ve forgotten this and that’&lt;/span&gt;, instead, she asked &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;‘What are you doing??’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... Isn’t it obvious enough what was I suppose to be doing?? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;'Going to work. Why???'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;'Papa received a call. Need to call Bon. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tell you later.&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crap.&lt;/span&gt; That freaked me out, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt;. But I needed to put down so she can make that call to my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn out to be, there was this bloody arsehole who call my house &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(number being private)&lt;/span&gt; n crying out &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;‘Papa, I was hit by someone and my head is bleeding… ’&lt;/span&gt; and unfortunately, his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(or her)&lt;/span&gt; voice &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sounded like my brother's and mine's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(those childish voice I suppose)&lt;/span&gt;. My smart Papa didn’t exactly freaked out 100%. He tried to talked to the person in hokkien &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;. He paused, and said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Speak to me in Chinese.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A million dollar giveaway hint- You know what I meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also mentioned he won’t beat up someone without any valid reason- apparently &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘he’&lt;/span&gt; (suppose to be me or my brother) offended him in some way, and now he’s having his sweet revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum immediately called us to make sure and after she did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which was goddamn lucky that both of us picked up the calls)&lt;/span&gt; while my dad called the police after hanging up on arsehole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t exactly get to say the main motivate of the call (extortion of money/prank call/wrong number) 'cause my dad hung up on him even before he could expressed. But we both are safe &amp;amp; sound, and that is all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody person without asshole... that’s why they're full of shit themselves. I concluded he’s 60, and his 60years old shit is stuffed up to his brain, &lt;em style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;to think tt actually people will fall for tt kinda trick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; You think we don’t have cell phones??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. That says alot about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Melamine milk is already on the market since &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ages&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-1019450990694113280?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/1019450990694113280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=1019450990694113280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/1019450990694113280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/1019450990694113280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/08/booster-to-wait-to-you-in-morning.html' title='A Booster to Wake You Up'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-6732191001736706909</id><published>2009-08-13T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T00:35:47.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted!</title><content type='html'>seriously, holding a full time job + 1 F9 module + japanese classes + teaching 1 tuition kid is not pretty exhausting, it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREAKING&lt;/span&gt; exhausting! even a girl like me who used to have an exaggerating school life is about to admit defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n FYI, used to meaning studying 4 UOL modules at the other part of the country + weekend part time job + 2 tuition kids.I wasn't quite kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smmore, I managed to get through with it n score pretty okay- a 2nd lower class Honours Bachelor Degree, n I'm wondering why am I not even half as exhausting as now. Isit true that a full time commitment to a job drains you like wat I'm feeling now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Kim the wonderwomen seems affected by daily work. In this case "affected" means spoiling of mood even after working hours, and same here- I can't stop organising my tiny to-do list for work daily in my head. I used to organise tiny shopping list in my head. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get a life. I can't have my life just revolving around work, school, and other silly politics. This is unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Shopping List(!), let me start having a life by organising 1 now. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shopping List for the Year:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lumix LX3 or FZ28&lt;br /&gt;2. Blackberry Bold 8900&lt;br /&gt;3. Tons of Shawls in all different shades, colour, texture, sizes...&lt;br /&gt;4. Tons of Bangles in different colours n materials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things to Achieve:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 &amp;amp; only. Get Ryan to get me at least half of the shopping list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xD&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/13808238-6732191001736706909?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/6732191001736706909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=6732191001736706909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/6732191001736706909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/6732191001736706909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/08/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted!'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-7352659750910790079</id><published>2009-08-13T09:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T00:35:24.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Provoking Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;***************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day all the employees reached the office and they saw a big  advice on the door on which it was written:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Yesterday the person who has been hindering your growth in this  company passed away. We invite you to join the funeral in the room that has been prepared in the gym".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the beginning, they all got sad for the death of one of their  colleagues, but after a while they started getting curious to know who was that man who hindered the growth of his colleagues and the  company itself. The excitement in the gym was such that security agents were ordered  to control the crowd within the room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The more people reached the coffin, the more the excitement heated up. Everyone thought: "Who is this guy who was hindering my progress? Well, at least he died!". One by one the thrilled employees got closer to the coffin, and when they looked inside it they suddenly became speechless. They stood nearby the coffin, shocked and in silence, as if someone had touched the deepest part of their soul.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was a mirror inside the coffin: everyone who looked inside it could see himself. There was also a sign next to the mirror that said:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"There is only one person who is capable to set limits to your growth: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT IS YOU&lt;/span&gt;. You are the only person who can revolutionize your life. You are the only person who can influence your happiness, your realization and your success. You are the only person who can help yourself. Your life does not change when your boss changes, when your friends change, when your parents change, when your partner changes, when your company changes. Your life changes when YOU change, when you go beyond your limiting beliefs, when you realize that you are the only one responsible for your life. "The most important relationship you can have, is the one you have with yourself" Examine yourself, watch yourself. Don't be afraid of difficulties, impossibilities and losses: be a winner, build yourself and your reality. The world is like a mirror: it gives back to anyone the reflection of the thoughts in which one has strongly believed. The world and your reality are like mirrors laying in a coffin, which show to any individual the death of his divine capability to imagine and create his happiness and his success. It's the way you face life that makes the difference!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;If an egg is broken from outside force .. life ends.&lt;br /&gt;If an egg is broken from inside  force, life begins. Great things always begin from our inside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-7352659750910790079?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/7352659750910790079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=7352659750910790079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/7352659750910790079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/7352659750910790079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/08/provoking-thought.html' title='Provoking Thought'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-3440494810713953675</id><published>2009-07-30T11:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T00:37:18.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Your Life</title><content type='html'>I guess all of us have almost the same amount of time in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least there about. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(just stop smoking, will you?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things we had done, and the path we will choose decides very much how our life will turn out. Some stuffs are insignificantly small, but undeniably, make or break depends very much on how you view your life, and decides how you react and choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;I crossed my path with him one day when I made up my mind to get back to my social life and give ‘friends’ a second chance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shitty things that are beyond control stop you from reaching your goal, though, you say.&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;You are rejected by boys that you want them as boyfriends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Boys that you just want to be friends want you as a girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Colleagues with asses as faces are working you with everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Money seems to disappear along with monthly necessary items that seem… indifference to your satisfaction level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Bus fares are jacked up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Train fares are jacked up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;H1N1, SARS, mad cow disease, terrorism…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidents that deny you from being a happy person bound to happen, but probably what we can control is only our mind, and from there, decisions that makes everyone else around you a happy person. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yah, I’m talking about saint, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;I’m saying let rottens rot, they dun deserve any attention.&lt;br /&gt;I’m talking about normal being that we cherish and care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(No matter how nice is your mother, she’s only a human with temperamental tempers, just like you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let’s not be the granny who adhere to her principle so much that she missed out all the fun stuff in life. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-3440494810713953675?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/3440494810713953675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=3440494810713953675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/3440494810713953675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/3440494810713953675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/07/living-your-life.html' title='Living Your Life'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-8673910084010548786</id><published>2009-07-24T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:13:01.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lost Symbol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;finally, finally, finally... FINALLY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha. my salary's finally in, and straight away i drawn out money for &lt;i&gt;jia yong&lt;/i&gt; and savings, just in case my account dried out at the end of the money even before i could do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;treated mama tcc for dinner and she bought some chomels accessories for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i pre-ordered this. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SmnKmJX_qUI/AAAAAAAAAzc/eWBWziXK8XE/s320/thelostsymbols" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362039588061686082" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;am seriously sooo excited about the book, especially when i'm just done with &lt;i&gt;Angels &amp;amp; Demons&lt;/i&gt;. And speaking of that, after finishing the book, i realised the movie acted by Tom Hanks was just utterly disappointing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No gore scenes of dead bodies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;no Max Kohler to wrap up the ending,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hassassins didn't have the ending he should have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even the history given was different! Water Pope is not suppose to survive! *roll eyes* Seriously, the scripwriter need to follow some strict rules about not change the storyline &lt;i&gt;entirely&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyhow, even after reading only 2 books of his (2  more to go and 1 more coming up!),i must say he's a brilliant writer. Don't gimmi tt crap about it's equivalent to &lt;i&gt;publishing a book about Chinese are idiots and is backup with evidence for it&lt;/i&gt;. It never did. And even if so, if it's able to convince millions, the least i can admit is it must be a brilliant, clever writer, aye? A &lt;i&gt;money-driven couldn't care less about integrity&lt;/i&gt; lawyer must be clever tooo, rite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Whatever, i dun wan to post more about debating issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but FYI:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brown states on his website that his books are not anti-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christianity" title="Christianity" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Christian&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;, as he is a Christian himself, and says of his book&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Da Vinci Code&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; that it is simply "an entertaining story that promotes spiritual discussion and debate" and suggests that the book may be used "as a positive catalyst for introspection and exploration of our faith.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&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-family:-webkit-sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dan_brown"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dan_brown&lt;/a&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-family:-webkit-sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thelostsymbol.com/"&gt;http://www.thelostsymbol.com/&lt;/a&gt;&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/13808238-8673910084010548786?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/8673910084010548786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=8673910084010548786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/8673910084010548786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/8673910084010548786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/07/lost-symbol.html' title='The Lost Symbol'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SmnKmJX_qUI/AAAAAAAAAzc/eWBWziXK8XE/s72-c/thelostsymbols' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-8357560766606130829</id><published>2009-07-15T12:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:17:15.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm goddamnit broke!</title><content type='html'>i'm seriously in need of money! i'm freaking broke!&lt;br /&gt;after spending $1,550 on a freaking desktop, i'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;super&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; broke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm a spendthrift or wat, but i had been using the same toshiba laptop since nov 2005! about 4 and 1/2 years! and FYI: my bro used it to play online games till he got his about 2 years ago. imagine the damage already done to my laptop by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's alright, i'm pretty happy with my &lt;strong&gt;new hp pc&lt;/strong&gt; sitting at home, with 2 monitors- 1 brand new 23inch flat screen, the other old and small and... nvm. at least it's there and still in working condition. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo of new pc to be uploaded soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama pestered me for monthly allowance just the other day, and with me still owing her another 50bucks, &lt;strong&gt;i am now drawing a weekly allowance of $20 fr her&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and currently (wed) i am left with $8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. pay won't be in till next thurs. &lt;strong&gt;god bless me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, $8 not say v big okay! hafta consider the fact tt i'm working in the big &lt;strong&gt;Great World City&lt;/strong&gt; and i have to have dinner for tue (ACCA class at nite), wed (jap class at night), thurs (tut). i am still going to watch Harry Potter this fri. really really, god bless me. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for this weekend and pay day. i need cash to repay my mum. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-8357560766606130829?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/8357560766606130829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=8357560766606130829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/8357560766606130829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/8357560766606130829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-goddamnit-broke.html' title='i&apos;m goddamnit broke!'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-6739967003948672334</id><published>2009-07-13T12:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:30:46.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessed &amp; Disappointing Ice-Age 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Slq1l7Enb1I/AAAAAAAAAzI/LR6lT4HqCBQ/s1600-h/3341439374_46301c7cd7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357794369827467090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Slq1l7Enb1I/AAAAAAAAAzI/LR6lT4HqCBQ/s320/3341439374_46301c7cd7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;watched &lt;strong&gt;Obsessed&lt;/strong&gt; ytd. would give it probably a 3.5 star rating, perhaps. Wasn't expecting my Moomoo to like it tooo as this is a girl kinda thriller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. but it's totally amazing how the movie kept us entertained throughout with just the simpliest storyline. All acted darn well probably added more stars to it. Totally love Ali Larter and her hot hot figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny part was at the last exciting scene (i'm not gonna be a spoiler), the whole cinema went 'Whoa...!' whahahaha. followed by a roar of laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357796589874682834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Slq3nJZHm9I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/NLmj-HOXN-c/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ice Age 3&lt;/strong&gt; was sucha letdown. to think my mum kept insisting that we should watch the show. Super typical kinda cartoon for kids. probably I'll feel amazed if I were still 12. haha. or maybe my mum don't visit the cinema as often as us. and FYI: all the funny scenes are already in the previews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/strong&gt; this friday. =) I'm so looking forward to it! xD&lt;br /&gt;hmm. maybe I should start reading the books tooo to understand why is there sucha big hoo-ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-6739967003948672334?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/6739967003948672334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=6739967003948672334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/6739967003948672334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/6739967003948672334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/07/obsessed-disappointing-ice-age-3.html' title='Obsessed &amp; Disappointing Ice-Age 3'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Slq1l7Enb1I/AAAAAAAAAzI/LR6lT4HqCBQ/s72-c/3341439374_46301c7cd7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-4548524143236115221</id><published>2009-07-13T11:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T00:39:03.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Funny Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;***************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young man goes into a pharmacy and says to the pharmacist "Hello, could you give me condom. I'm going to my girlfriends for dinner and I think I may be in with a chance!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist gives him the condom and as the young man is going out; he returns and says, "Give me another condom because my girlfriend's sister is very cute too. She always crosses her legs in a provocative manner when she sees me and I think I might strike it lucky there too..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist gives him a second condom and as the boy is leaving he turns back and says, "Go on, give me one more condom because my girlfriend's mum is still pretty cute and when she sees me she always makes eyes, and since she invited me for dinner, I think she is expecting me to make a move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During dinner, the young man is sitting with his girlfriend on his left,The sister on his right and the mum facing him.When the dad gets there, the boy lowers his head and starts praying, "Dear Lord, bless this dinner and thank you for all you give us".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute later the boy is still praying; "Thank you Lord for your kindness." Ten minutes go by and the boy is still praying, keeping his head down. The others look at each other surprised and his girlfriend is even more surprised than the others. She gets close to the boy and says in his ear, "I didn't know you were so religious."&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The boy replies, "I didn't know your dad was a pharmacist!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-4548524143236115221?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4548524143236115221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=4548524143236115221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/4548524143236115221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/4548524143236115221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/07/funny.html' title='A Funny Joke'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-2668012600571882624</id><published>2009-07-13T11:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T00:44:31.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;***************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First, I was dying to finish my high school &amp;amp; start college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then I was dying to finish college and start working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then I was dying to marry and have children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then I was dying for my children to grow old enough so I could go back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But then I was dying to retire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And now I'm dying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And suddenly I realised I forgot to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*Please don't let this happen to you. Appreciate your current situation  and enjoy each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To make money we lose our health,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and then to restore our health we lose our money...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We live as if we are never going to die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and we die as if we never lived...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-2668012600571882624?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/2668012600571882624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=2668012600571882624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/2668012600571882624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/2668012600571882624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/07/kindly-ignore-man.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-5672178842371717044</id><published>2009-05-11T09:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T00:53:11.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to Stop &amp; Ponder About...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shinjuku Incident&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sy5VRJqJuzI/AAAAAAAABIw/PUdghZ2QWlE/s1600-h/ShinjukuIncidentPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sy5VRJqJuzI/AAAAAAAABIw/PUdghZ2QWlE/s400/ShinjukuIncidentPoster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417361154912140082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sy5VVcLyekI/AAAAAAAABI4/VdVqoqVRycY/s1600-h/slumdog-millionaire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sy5VVcLyekI/AAAAAAAABI4/VdVqoqVRycY/s400/slumdog-millionaire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417361228604537410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tooo much inner feelings swelled. Guess it's tooo much for me to handle, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Qiong zhen de heng ke pa&lt;/em&gt;, I kept telling my boy and mum.&lt;br /&gt;Well, finally realising how lucky I am and am not really in the pit's bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things hasn't been going pretty well for me.&lt;br /&gt;Probably blessed in the simplest way is the best anyone can get.&lt;br /&gt;Complexity kill, you know. Especially when you have a complex mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something simple to ponder and feel about:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I am thankful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. For the husband or wife who snores all night, because he or she is at home asleep with me and not with someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. For my teenage daughter who is complaining about doing dishes, because that means she is at home &amp;amp; not on the streets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. For the taxes that I pay because it means that I am employed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. For the mess to clean after a party because it means that I have been surrounded by friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. For the clothes that fit a little too snug because it means I have enough to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. For my shadow that watches me work because it means I am out in the sunshine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. For a floor that needs mopping, and windows that need cleaning because it means I have a home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8. For all the complaining I hear about the government because it means that we have freedom of speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9. For the parking spot I find at the far end of the parking lot because it means I am capable of walking and that I have been blessed with transportation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10. For the noise I have to bear from my neighbours because it means that I can hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11. For the pile of laundry and ironing because it means I have clothes to wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12. For weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day because it means I have been capable of working hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;13. For the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours because it means that I am still alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-5672178842371717044?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5672178842371717044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=5672178842371717044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/5672178842371717044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/5672178842371717044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/05/watched-shijinku-incident-and-slumdog.html' title='Something to Stop &amp; Ponder About...'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sy5VRJqJuzI/AAAAAAAABIw/PUdghZ2QWlE/s72-c/ShinjukuIncidentPoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-2107854045410249230</id><published>2009-05-03T14:53:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T01:01:30.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellaneous after so long!</title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged for a very long time! Have been a busy girl with tooo much going around. of cos, those loved stay loved and hated stay disgustingly hateful. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though not much, let me get started all over again with those miscellaneous photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though I love elmo... Still, this elmo looks retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sf1C6lVzXdI/AAAAAAAAAxw/PhIH9rgMiso/s1600-h/P18-04-09_14.57.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/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sf1C6lVzXdI/AAAAAAAAAxw/PhIH9rgMiso/s320/P18-04-09_14.57.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331491108099939794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I still prefer this one. but it's sold out! Darling!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I wan this I wan this!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sf1D-Sp3WKI/AAAAAAAAAx4/0f8gEE82xT8/s1600-h/P11-02-09_18.47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sf1D-Sp3WKI/AAAAAAAAAx4/0f8gEE82xT8/s320/P11-02-09_18.47.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331492271314917538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to my ex-employer for LG ice cream phone. Everyone keep exclaiming how rare and unusual for someone to look for a blue one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; weird. Lol. But anyhow, the phone died on me. =( Haven't got time to bring it to the hospital yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sf1CnJXGWgI/AAAAAAAAAxo/72F8C0MaLLY/s1600-h/P01-01-04_00.03.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/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sf1CnJXGWgI/AAAAAAAAAxo/72F8C0MaLLY/s320/P01-01-04_00.03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331490774171671042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling made me took picture of the pigeons. He said the brown one look rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lol. If you can spot it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sf1A5k_6kAI/AAAAAAAAAxY/ghXSwoHgLmY/s1600-h/P10-04-09_16.23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sf1A5k_6kAI/AAAAAAAAAxY/ghXSwoHgLmY/s320/P10-04-09_16.23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331488891805011970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to FJ benjamin's sale, and look at the number tag I took for my bag! It's my birthdate!! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;4D top prize here I come!&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sf1AhuuiErI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/gyMpOZyolCY/s1600-h/P02-04-09_20.38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sf1AhuuiErI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/gyMpOZyolCY/s320/P02-04-09_20.38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331488482099598002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;***************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. And I'm officially 23! Same age as my Darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Darling... I will never leave you. I don't care if this sounds mushy or what, but at least it'll ware away some evil. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-2107854045410249230?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/2107854045410249230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=2107854045410249230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/2107854045410249230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/2107854045410249230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/05/misc-after-so-long.html' title='Miscellaneous after so long!'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/Sf1C6lVzXdI/AAAAAAAAAxw/PhIH9rgMiso/s72-c/P18-04-09_14.57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-7448233773470194494</id><published>2009-01-13T14:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T01:07:22.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I sneaking around other people's blog when I have one of my own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hafta envy other people's lives, do I?&lt;br /&gt;'cause I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; have a life. Just that I don't update and upload them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera's gonna burst with all that amount of photos.&lt;br /&gt;Plus I haven't gotten them all from friends and families yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetie Wanyi... Haven't officially wish you here yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY WISHES FROM MY BLOG!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you almost forget I have one. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as for life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's good, will be good, always good with ones you love and who loves around you.&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt; for all the blessings, and I call it gifts from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or shall I say, I found something that was created to be mine?&lt;br /&gt;Just that I hafta fought my way through so that I would be more appreciative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;YOU'RE MINE ALREADY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAH. (hahaha...!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-7448233773470194494?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/7448233773470194494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=7448233773470194494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/7448233773470194494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/7448233773470194494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/01/omg.html' title='Short Post'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-3863125112741776783</id><published>2009-01-02T08:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T01:10:43.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2009 =)))</title><content type='html'>Man... I haven't been blogging, have it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. let me see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BELATED NEW YEAR GREETINGSSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I'm a tad late &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(okay, very late)&lt;/span&gt; for those wishes and greetings. Tooo many things happened lately and I'm tooo overwhelmed to react in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Let me be thankful for what happened in 2008:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. accomplishments in successfully studied and get over with 3rd year UOL exams.&lt;br /&gt;2. managed to achieve a &lt;em&gt;nottooobad&lt;/em&gt; results.&lt;br /&gt;3. caught up with my cousin navin.&lt;br /&gt;4. got myself a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;outstanding&lt;/span&gt; boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;5. found myself new friends.&lt;br /&gt;6. managed to please my mgr with my 1st job.&lt;br /&gt;7. got my bonus and retrenchment benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god. Talking about retrenchment benefits, I still am rubbing my eyes dreamily and unable to believe that I've been retrenched! And my company is closing down! Man... Ain't I bad luck or what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I wanna get new job in 2009, and hopefully a fantastic one which I can grow and learn. Also, enroll and get into ACCA/ICPAS by the end of the year, and probably pass my FTT. That's a hard one... Isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-3863125112741776783?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/3863125112741776783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=3863125112741776783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/3863125112741776783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/3863125112741776783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-2009.html' title='Happy 2009 =)))'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-2163545135056620853</id><published>2008-11-13T10:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:40:31.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wolf in sheep's skin, amazing sewed to be permant.</title><content type='html'>hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you dun look like a wolf in sheep's clothings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmmmmmmmmmm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f.y.i: if a wolf's in sheep's clothing, it simply means it's in DISGUISE. it doesn't wans you to find out the ugly fact that he's cunning, sly... and things like tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you know, or managed to find out, a wolf is in sheep's clothings, it merely means the wolf has low IQ. bad at acting, bad at lying. no no, it DOESN'T makes a wolf who's gd at hiding his true self a innocent lil puppy (oops, sheep) inside out, does it? *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably we all should stop forming perspection during the inital stage, or maybe before even we got to know every little nitty gritty detail about tt creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe the way it treats you is enough for you to judge, then be it. for all i care, i'm not a selfish freak that only care about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe the wolf's just a kind hearted nature soul born in the wrong skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmmmmmm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-2163545135056620853?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/2163545135056620853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=2163545135056620853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/2163545135056620853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/2163545135056620853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2008/11/wolf-in-sheeps-skin-amazing-sewed-to-be.html' title='wolf in sheep&apos;s skin, amazing sewed to be permant.'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-4319610158446896801</id><published>2008-11-11T22:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:48:07.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random... A LOT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;random photosss in archivesss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kim's doggie- hazel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SRmZmwEc_yI/AAAAAAAAAi4/1NqwCfq-vws/s1600-h/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267410130204163874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SRmZmwEc_yI/AAAAAAAAAi4/1NqwCfq-vws/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mama's cosmetic pouch bought from batam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SRmYr_3ZbEI/AAAAAAAAAiw/HPoxTddjYVk/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267409120832089154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SRmYr_3ZbEI/AAAAAAAAAiw/HPoxTddjYVk/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; clarence bought me strepsils when i was having a bad sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SRmYTceGk1I/AAAAAAAAAio/drlSOIqiFWI/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267408699013894994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SRmYTceGk1I/AAAAAAAAAio/drlSOIqiFWI/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; foodcourt inside liang court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SRmYMuwdi5I/AAAAAAAAAig/YPTESL49AQg/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267408583663651730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SRmYMuwdi5I/AAAAAAAAAig/YPTESL49AQg/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hougang mall's... one of the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SRmXd8jBBjI/AAAAAAAAAiY/mkGONrhlmk8/s1600-h/DSC00653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267407779911501362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SRmXd8jBBjI/AAAAAAAAAiY/mkGONrhlmk8/s320/DSC00653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sweet kimmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SRmWoCRQF9I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Nrnf5HHa4wk/s1600-h/DSC00652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267406853734668242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SRmWoCRQF9I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Nrnf5HHa4wk/s320/DSC00652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/13808238-4319610158446896801?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4319610158446896801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=4319610158446896801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/4319610158446896801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/4319610158446896801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-lot.html' title='random... A LOT.'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SRmZmwEc_yI/AAAAAAAAAi4/1NqwCfq-vws/s72-c/collage4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-7147116482990440801</id><published>2008-11-10T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:37:20.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy two.</title><content type='html'>happy two=happy two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmuacksssss. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wan four, five, six, seven, eight.... on and on and on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-7147116482990440801?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/7147116482990440801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=7147116482990440801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/7147116482990440801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/7147116482990440801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-two.html' title='happy two.'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-6690081471916760362</id><published>2008-11-10T12:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:52:24.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 resolutions, tentatively...</title><content type='html'>haven't been blogging for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 isn't here yet (let alone xmas), but apparently i haven't been keeping any of my 2008's resolutions made. i'm being sucha lazy girl who lack of discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me note down some of the resolution tentatively made for 2009.&lt;br /&gt;i dun wana forget and find myself a perfect excuse not to stick by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1. shop lesser. think thoroughly before spending.  keep track of money in bank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently the requirements for items to get into my shopping list have been getting low, which concluded why am i ending up with more stuffs and lesser cash in bank. a card, or rather cards, in hand can create a lot of avoidable disasters and unnecessary guilt within moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall i start with stop to explore shops i haven't been before? that way probably i'd have lesser shop under the favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2. eat with table manners. chew my food before swallowing. eat slower dun be greedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my habit of not chewing food results in fast eating, and before my stomach recognises it's full, i already overeat, resulting in unwanted flesh growing around my limps and tummy, thighs and occasionally uncomfy in gastrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;3. have 8 hours of sleep every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you my boy, and probably tooo much that even though i know i can't make it for the 8 hours, i still wana hog on the phone. i dun wana heart you any lesser, but smtimes 8 hours is necessary to have more concentration for you, and probably everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;4. drink 1.5 litres of water everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need my daily dosage of 1.5. i dun wan any water rentention, dehydration, or wateva other illnesses that follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;5. lesser coffee, more... plain water, and green tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which i think it's the effect of not having 8 hours. and the aftereffect after more coffee would be non-white teeth, which then i'll be tempted to doing teethwhiting, and thereafter would be deduction of amount from the bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;6. read the papers. know the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lack of discipline here. i really do hafta know the news, be it entertain or... ok, i dun hafta know about entertainment. i really need to know about global news. i do lack of knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;7. be a tidy and clean girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partly tidy and clean, partly to shop less, buy lesser, to have lesser stuffs in my cosy freakalious small room. again, it's link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;8. stop eating junks and be a junkie no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let see here... i hafta quit on white bread, chocolates, biscuits, cookies.&lt;br /&gt;and yah, the ultimate- chilly. can smone please stop me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;9. stop being sucha quitter and pick things up again tt i've already know... 1/2 way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should really get back to them- guzheng, guitar, drumming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;10. watch less tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, tv shows do nth gd. yes, bad neither...&lt;br /&gt;unless probably for me to pick up eng, canto, jap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. so many bad habits.&lt;br /&gt;i bet there're smmore.&lt;br /&gt;till then, chao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-6690081471916760362?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/6690081471916760362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=6690081471916760362' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-4240134524779288042</id><published>2008-10-16T16:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:38:21.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>advices, suggestions, criticisms or just plainly views.</title><content type='html'>may others' views ain't that impt after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i admit i do already care less about wat others think of me, but some things you just wana hide deep down inside you, hoping no one would ever find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like maybe...&lt;br /&gt;how my childhood friend and i stole that cranking magic toy from 7-11 and lied to everyone cos we made a new friend there and the staff gave it to us.&lt;br /&gt;how i pretend drop my pri sch friend's pen while she wasn't watching, and pick it up later and put it in my bag, like it was mine.&lt;br /&gt;how i shoved that veggie under the sofa, and how i couldn't react when i got caught.&lt;br /&gt;how my dad found out i threw rice outta the window, and the speechless moment when he pointed downstairs to our neighbour's clothes hanging out there, with my half eaten food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i said them already. i know people are gonna say it's ages ago, but nobody likes to be reminded of the most awkward situations we all have, at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe not just those. like things that you believe in totally, and others just slap right into your face to tell you to wake up. not just telling you they were wrong, but probably tell you how stupid you were in the first place to believe and do such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you were christian, people tell you you were obsess.&lt;br /&gt;if you were buddhist, people tell you they were fake.&lt;br /&gt;like you love that tote bag, but people tell you how gay you looked with it.&lt;br /&gt;like how fat people made up their mind to lose weight, but you twig out there just put them down and say it's impossible. and when they give up trying, you try to say how easily they give things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadistic people are just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;everywhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, here i am putting people down who puts people down.&lt;br /&gt;i hate people who judges tooo much, like they were some form of god who has the right to criticise. (and ya, i'm not a contestant in americal idol.)&lt;br /&gt;and i know, i'm just being judgement at people who judges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun wana be a photocopy of anyone of you out there, so &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt;, advices are gladly accepted and will be taken into serious considerations. don't force thought and thinkings. i'll take that as we're the same poles, and like poles repel. probably me repelling you, technically speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my fucking blog, and smtimes with those comments... i still feel the need to cater my every entry to the big picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i shouldn't curse and swear.&lt;br /&gt;like i shouldn't proclaim my love tooo much.&lt;br /&gt;like you dunno wtf i'm blogging about.&lt;br /&gt;like there isn't any tagboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for god's sake, isn't it obvious, i dun need any comments from you. why would i need a tagboard for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still emphasize, advices and suggestions are gladly accept. criticisms? please apply for a position is wateva idol competition you see on tv. i'm not contestant of any sort, and no judges needed here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'mon, scoff at me like i'm some kinda alien.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-4240134524779288042?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4240134524779288042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=4240134524779288042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/4240134524779288042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/4240134524779288042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2008/10/advices-suggestions-criticisms-are-just.html' title='advices, suggestions, criticisms or just plainly views.'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-2568498955165872267</id><published>2008-10-09T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:03:21.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy one month, darling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;†oge†her.™ says:&lt;br /&gt;Darling.. we are together for a month.. wad a month!! my love for u are growing gradually before even we start. this r/s!&lt;br /&gt;just wanna tell.. u're the best girl i ever met. i thank god and tua pek gong for giving me this chance to know u. from friends.. we have become lovers.. my love for u is growing everyday. i cant imagine life w/o u. u have already became a part of my life. I LOVE U darling..&lt;br /&gt;†oge†her.™ says:&lt;br /&gt;happy 1 month anniversary !&lt;br /&gt;jasMiNe says:&lt;br /&gt;looove you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;†oge†her.™ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i really love u darling&lt;br /&gt;†oge†her.™ says:&lt;br /&gt;love love love love u till i cant see myself at times&lt;br /&gt;†oge†her.™ says:&lt;br /&gt;how?&lt;br /&gt;jasMiNe says:&lt;br /&gt;wat is cannot see yourself?&lt;br /&gt;†oge†her.™ says:&lt;br /&gt;meaning..&lt;br /&gt;†oge†her.™ says:&lt;br /&gt;u are the proprity in my life&lt;br /&gt;†oge†her.™ says:&lt;br /&gt;u are everything&lt;br /&gt;†oge†her.™ says:&lt;br /&gt;i took better care for den to me at times&lt;br /&gt;†oge†her.™ says:&lt;br /&gt;*u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy one month, darling. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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darling.'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-2360543874283482003</id><published>2008-10-06T23:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:54:16.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what ifs.</title><content type='html'>images of &lt;em&gt;what ifs&lt;/em&gt; keep flashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i chose not to take the initiate to contact my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;what if i chose not to go out after the 1st movie-hancock.&lt;br /&gt;what if i chose to walk away when my cousin pissed me off when he told me you were working till late and we had to wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;what if you were pissed with me shouting over the phone and decided not to come.&lt;br /&gt;what if i didn't come for the last min ktv.&lt;br /&gt;what if i chose another suitor.&lt;br /&gt;what if i chose to remain single.&lt;br /&gt;what if i wasn't in my best shape.&lt;br /&gt;what if i was still in citibank and had a busy job.&lt;br /&gt;what if i still remain punkish.&lt;br /&gt;what if i decided that boys ain't for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if the girl decided to pick you.&lt;br /&gt;what if you decided to go after the pretty girl in poly.&lt;br /&gt;what if you didn't choose to like the other girl when the cute girl like you.&lt;br /&gt;what if you didn't ask for my msn.&lt;br /&gt;what if you decided to stop when we can't handle our first conversation well.&lt;br /&gt;what if you decided i was the same usual fierce girl when you see in the first meeting.&lt;br /&gt;what if you decided that i wasn't tall enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wo cai yi dian jiu cuo guo ni.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate tears. i think it's unneccessary and redundant situation to be handled. but everytime you dedicate a song, care so much, did so much, love and miss so much, i can't bear to remind myself &lt;em&gt;what if&lt;/em&gt; all these becomes memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if one day you decide someone else was better.&lt;br /&gt;what if the feeling was lost.&lt;br /&gt;what if we run out of words.&lt;br /&gt;what if &lt;em&gt;darling&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;sweeties&lt;/em&gt; dun sound the same as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i already start missing when you held my hands and sang. it is barely 24hours.&lt;br /&gt;i can foresee my heart being rip apart, be it physically or mentally, like how lions rip the baby lambs, fleshes torn, some bloody bits in their mouth, some rotting pieces on the floor, wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can feel the weight on the shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;i felt my brain bursting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe never is better, maybe it's smthing that will never happen again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-2360543874283482003?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/2360543874283482003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=2360543874283482003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/2360543874283482003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/2360543874283482003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-ifs.html' title='what ifs.'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-4238305232071178380</id><published>2008-10-06T19:50:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T02:08:35.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miscellanious photos.</title><content type='html'>gonna be a boring entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking high at my chemical romance's concert. the queue was fucking long at the free standing. fucking lucky i took the seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why i curse so much? cos gerard swore like it's just inborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SOn_w7mHYkI/AAAAAAAAAiI/DSeKXz9LIu8/s1600-h/DSC00492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254011656400757314" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SOn_w7mHYkI/AAAAAAAAAiI/DSeKXz9LIu8/s320/DSC00492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; *ahem* was it last year's or the year b4 last's xmas? man, i just couldn't rmb. i only rmb i caught this glimpse of humongous tree with weisheng outside vivocity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SOn_EpcWFyI/AAAAAAAAAhw/UInSY7y3FcQ/s1600-h/DSC00473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254010895613695778" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SOn_EpcWFyI/AAAAAAAAAhw/UInSY7y3FcQ/s320/DSC00473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my fav converse sneakers, in super huge size.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SOn-N81jGRI/AAAAAAAAAhg/VAkL5UrU7xk/s1600-h/DSC00450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254009955926874386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SOn-N81jGRI/AAAAAAAAAhg/VAkL5UrU7xk/s320/DSC00450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SOn-Ddz7ImI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Lz2DjWN5wOU/s1600-h/DSC00448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254009775799870050" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SOn-Ddz7ImI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Lz2DjWN5wOU/s320/DSC00448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i need my fav scent smtimes b4 i doze off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SOn92mDdePI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/KNmxiNenci4/s1600-h/DSC00438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254009554674219250" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SOn92mDdePI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/KNmxiNenci4/s320/DSC00438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to celebrate tian's bday at the early part of this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SOn9aKbDN3I/AAAAAAAAAhI/ZCAf9IOw3z4/s1600-h/DSC00418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254009066220631922" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SOn9aKbDN3I/AAAAAAAAAhI/ZCAf9IOw3z4/s320/DSC00418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SOn86GkeDXI/AAAAAAAAAhA/D6JD5XYgeBg/s1600-h/DSC00417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254008515430583666" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SOn86GkeDXI/AAAAAAAAAhA/D6JD5XYgeBg/s320/DSC00417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SOn7jgnTpgI/AAAAAAAAAg4/L38o_hM4Wa8/s1600-h/DSC00416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254007027773187586" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SOn7jgnTpgI/AAAAAAAAAg4/L38o_hM4Wa8/s320/DSC00416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-4238305232071178380?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SOn_w7mHYkI/AAAAAAAAAiI/DSeKXz9LIu8/s72-c/DSC00492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-5994378679911094434</id><published>2008-09-30T12:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:19:47.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you tooo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;†oge†her.™ says:&lt;br /&gt;i've given all my feelings, heart n soul, my time, effort, my sleeping time to u! u are now my priority in everything. eveything comes after u.. i never never loved someone so much before. i love u.&lt;br /&gt;†oge†her.™ says:&lt;br /&gt;i love u with all my heart, darling. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-5994378679911094434?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5994378679911094434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=5994378679911094434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/5994378679911094434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/5994378679911094434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-you-tooo.html' title='i love you tooo.'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-3189252032114679501</id><published>2008-09-18T15:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T17:32:01.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>i'm a girl with bruises and cuts,&lt;br /&gt;tooo many wounds, tooo many past.&lt;br /&gt;a tattered world that was badly torn,&lt;br /&gt;terminal to collusion was what i saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't pretty,&lt;br /&gt;it was far from okay.&lt;br /&gt;disappointments after disappointments,&lt;br /&gt;'til the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept this thinking close to my soul,&lt;br /&gt;yet more and more it overflow,&lt;br /&gt;one day i told my friend my perception,&lt;br /&gt;she laughed and laughed and thought it was senseless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tot he might jeer, yet not even a sneer,&lt;br /&gt;even thou' he didn't agree with wat he hear.&lt;br /&gt;no criticism, no harsh judgement,&lt;br /&gt;just slow and gentle intervention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slapped myself to stop dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;cos the sky haven't even start dimming,&lt;br /&gt;as glimpse of light start appearing,&lt;br /&gt;tt's when i know how much i love him. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-3189252032114679501?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/3189252032114679501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=3189252032114679501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/3189252032114679501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/3189252032114679501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2008/09/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-4821186024249590348</id><published>2008-09-11T08:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T08:34:07.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8, 9, 10</title><content type='html'>you feel &lt;em&gt;honeylikenotsugary&lt;/em&gt; sweet, &lt;em&gt;blissedwithcoke&lt;/em&gt; child, fluttery hearts, &lt;em&gt;feetsoff&lt;/em&gt; ground...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-4821186024249590348?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4821186024249590348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=4821186024249590348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/4821186024249590348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/4821186024249590348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2008/09/8-9-10.html' title='8, 9, 10'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-4760345035286539590</id><published>2008-08-26T10:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T10:17:02.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>influential decision.</title><content type='html'>when you have 100 suitors, there'll be 101 options.&lt;br /&gt;staying single would be the most reliable, least heartaching and most dependable one.&lt;br /&gt;rarely, and almost never, of the rest of the options would add up to weight enough percentage to make any influential decision.&lt;br /&gt;and nope, totally of several options are not allow, else you'll be thrown to jail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-4760345035286539590?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-17106033354347716</id><published>2008-08-25T14:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T14:59:27.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>toys</title><content type='html'>when i just join the school, i was pretty happy 'cause teacher gave me a welcome gift. it wasn't exactly very pretty, but it came to grew on me. but when i just started to feel comfortable with its presence, my teacher told me it has to leave 'cause another new kid came in, and i had to give it up. for the toy's sake, for the new child's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my classmates saw me unhappy, gave me a toy to substitute. well... it was ugly to begin with. but its free and it wana be mine... so why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when sch ended, pretty mary who lived next door gave a another toy. she told me she thinks the toy suits me and we will be happy together. i liked it, and gladly accepted it. i feel comfortable with it presence, but not sure how will i feel again if it's been taken away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i woke up. i asked myself, why ain't they toys which permission will be granted to own many?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-17106033354347716?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/17106033354347716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=17106033354347716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/17106033354347716'/><link rel='self' 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beside you for the past hundred years. you might just be surprise to find him made of stainless steels which don't just don't rust, but cold and emotionless as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet he appeared blood and flesh. scary huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, things happen, dun they? probably you won't know till the skin thins and the metal starts to show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-684009185825416180?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/684009185825416180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=684009185825416180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/684009185825416180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/684009185825416180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2008/08/stainless-steelsss.html' title='stainless steelsss'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-886627727728689966</id><published>2008-08-18T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T02:10:53.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When the term &lt;em&gt;emo&lt;/em&gt; came out, I was elated cos I tot finally I found home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...till there were posers and wannabes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-886627727728689966?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/886627727728689966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=886627727728689966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/886627727728689966'/><link rel='self' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-4050788663599318676?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4050788663599318676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=4050788663599318676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/4050788663599318676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/4050788663599318676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2008/08/boost-of-confidence.html' title='boost of confidence'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-3278394258063624068</id><published>2008-08-15T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:16:38.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love...</title><content type='html'>" As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll break hearts too,so remember how it felt when yours was broken.&lt;br /&gt;You'll fight with your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll blame a new love for things an old one did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid that your life will end,be afraid that it will never begin."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-3278394258063624068?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/3278394258063624068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=3278394258063624068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/3278394258063624068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/3278394258063624068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2008/08/love.html' title='love...'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-6919994291620370398</id><published>2008-08-06T22:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:54:56.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love... or not.</title><content type='html'>as much as i yearn love to fall in love, sad to say that, it is equally much that i hope i would &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just like walking on thin rope with shattered glass pieces right below you. left alone in the world blindfolded. tone deaf to the most important words that might pull you back to the right path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all watch soap operas, right? rmb how they enacte those scenes of those 70s? &lt;em&gt;hey you know wat, sell me off as a hooker for all i care. i'll bring the bread to the table, as well as free sex for you, just as long as you stay by my side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this scene just keep popping up in my head. i know you despise those girls, as well as those who are bruised by their husbands everyday, like how we need the daily 8 cups of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we, to keep us alive.&lt;br /&gt;them, to keep them by their sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i do not despise them. like wat i say, you're tone deaf, blind, yet daring enough to do anything. the fear of demise is equivalent to losing their love. without them is like dying. imagine how can you go without them for days. if you are not afraid of dying, (get me, its &lt;em&gt;d-y-i-n-g&lt;/em&gt;, not to die instantly) go ahead and despise them. trying stabbing yourself one knife a day. let the pain seeps through you and feel it. that is wat i call dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know how is it like to sleep with brain wide awake, food taste like acid which you'll just spit them out automatically and physical pain never seem as soothing as before. tears flow from tape with broken pipes and penknives seem like friends with drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but again, this cancer will never go away if you dun step outside the box and see wat kinda situation you're in. as much as the outsiders despise wat you're doing to yourself, step outside yourself and see the torture which you dun have to put yourself through. this chemo guarantees to keep you alive, as long as you resist the urge to fall back the wrong track as well as killing yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to keep your hair and not doing chemo, i won't say its right or wrong. because praying to God may help. the tumour might go away and no red cells will be destroyed, nor any precious strains of hair will be lost. but as much as your internal organs might suffer, chemo is just another way that put you through a harder yet short process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me, i just wish to get a 9 to 5 job and when i come home, my mum will have the dinner cooked and welcome me home with a smiley face. we ate dinner, watched tv, then dvd along with my dad after he knocked off. my bro will be at the side using his laptop, but i'd be even happier with him chatting and watching tv tgr. lovey dovey r/s, are just extravagant accessories which i cannot afford, and i dun deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this emotion spunned from something that happened recently, but rest assure its like wat i said, a spun of emotions. not directing to anything, and might not even valid for long. not exactly how i always write, the descriptions are for real, at least now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-6919994291620370398?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/6919994291620370398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=6919994291620370398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/6919994291620370398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/6919994291620370398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-or-not.html' title='love... or not.'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-5881614300086372869</id><published>2008-06-27T12:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T02:14:07.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>complains</title><content type='html'>rmb how guys used to to think talking like &lt;em&gt;'hey piggy, you wake up so late again?' 'you very lazy leh.' 'eat eat eat. so pig.'&lt;/em&gt; is sexy and gets girls attention? i so wana faint. really dun feel like being a bitch, but guys like tt are so annoying and kills my gd mood. no no, turning me on is absolutely outta the question. and i wana say, &lt;em&gt;no wonder they dun get any girls. &lt;/em&gt;or not all they get are the same kinda girls who will go &lt;em style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;aiyo... you very pig leh. eat so much. hmph. heeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; yeah, go get them. nonono, not me. i'll totally kick your ass cos talking to me like that is insulting my intelligence, and personal attack by calling me a pig who eats and sleeps and do nth else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-5881614300086372869?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5881614300086372869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=5881614300086372869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/5881614300086372869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/5881614300086372869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2008/06/work-complains.html' title='complains'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-2412928201784080919</id><published>2008-06-20T09:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T09:22:27.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allow Your Own Inner Light to Guide You</title><content type='html'>There comes a time when you must stand alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must feel confident enough within yourself to follow your own dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be willing to make sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be capable of changing and rearranging your priorities so that your final goal can be achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, familiarity and comfort need to be challenged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when you must take a few extra chances and create your own realities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be strong enough to at least try to make your life better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be confident enough that you won't settle for a compromise just to get by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate yourself by allowing yourself the opportunities to grow, develop, and find your true sense of purpose in this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stand in someone else's shadow when it's your sunlight that should lead the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I asked God, "How do I get best out of life?" God said, "Face your past without regret. Handle you present with confidence. And prepare your future without fear". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-2412928201784080919?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/2412928201784080919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=2412928201784080919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/2412928201784080919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/2412928201784080919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2008/06/allow-your-own-inner-light-to-guide-you.html' title='Allow Your Own Inner Light to Guide You'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-1603379975841727404</id><published>2008-06-18T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:22:19.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sadists</title><content type='html'>recently things have been a lil down for me. thinking how meaningless life can be. well, i followed the routined life path carved for almost all sgreans, and i can't help to think &lt;em&gt;this is so not for me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but again, i'm not the kinda person who can take risks, so taking up a risky, rather phrased as &lt;em&gt;challenging&lt;/em&gt; career is outta the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm not sick of the routined style.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm sick of how this routine can carve you into the typical kinda person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working for money.&lt;br /&gt;taking care of hypothetical responsibilies.&lt;br /&gt;chasing time so much that we wasted our lives.&lt;br /&gt;sick of living, but hafta continue due to our so-called weights hanging on our shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how meaningless, please throw me an explanation. to me, you just chasing something you didn't even think about properly in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think people are becoming &lt;em&gt;stones&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always feel, being a handicapped, or abnormal, wouldn't be so bad, if we have the right people around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a blind wouldn't worry so much if helpful people would watch out for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you causally remind them if they're walking into a wall,&lt;br /&gt;or pull out a hand if the lights on the road just turned red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it won't be as bad, if million of other eyes are watching out for them&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wat i see on the streets now, are people with eyes are equally blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me you didn't encounter anyone bumping into you so hard that your bag flew,&lt;br /&gt;or your feet got stepped by sm strangers won't refuse to give you the apology they owe you.&lt;br /&gt;or walk str right into you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it. people with eyes are equivalent to being gorged out.&lt;br /&gt;no wonder blind people are so worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, talking about blind, for god's sake why do i feel people are not as blind as they seem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see cars slowing down to take a peep at car accidents,&lt;br /&gt;gossiping and pointing at beggars at the roadside,&lt;br /&gt;discriminating gays and lesbians which they could just happily turn a blind eye at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then why are you so observant towards this sorta things&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, conclusion: people are so damn happy making others feel miserable. &lt;em&gt;sadists&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-1603379975841727404?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/1603379975841727404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=1603379975841727404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/1603379975841727404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/1603379975841727404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2008/06/sadists.html' title='sadists'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-8767409556315360353</id><published>2008-06-18T21:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:38:44.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear god</title><content type='html'>darling ppl, if you dun understand a single thing about the previous post, it's ok. only those who met bitches, or are one themselves will get it. just different reactions- amusing who encountered, furious who are one. it's fine, just pretend you're amused and you can even fool yourself you're the innocent lil kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xVZ0SVTOHks&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xVZ0SVTOHks&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fav fav fav song- for now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A lonely road, crossed another cold state line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miles away from those I love purpose hard to find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;While I recall all the words you spoke to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't help but wish that I was there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back where I'd love to be, oh yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear God the only thing I ask of you is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to hold her when I'm not around,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when I'm much too far away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We all need that person who can be true to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I left her when I found her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I wish I'd stayed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;’Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm missing you again oh no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's nothing here for me on this barren road&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no one here while the city sleeps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and all the shops are closed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't help but think of the times I've had with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pictures and some memories will have to help me through, oh yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear God the only thing I ask of you is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to hold her when I'm not around,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when I'm much too far away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We all need that person who can be true to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I left her when I found her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I wish I'd stayed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;’Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm missing you again oh no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some search, never finding a way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before long, they waste away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I found you, something told me to stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gave in, to selfish ways&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And how I miss someone to hold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when hope begins to fade...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A lonely road, crossed another cold state line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miles away from those I love purpose hard to find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear God the only thing I ask of you is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to hold her when I'm not around,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when I'm much too far away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We all need the person who can be true to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I left her when I found her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I wish I'd stayed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;’Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm missing you again oh no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-8767409556315360353?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/8767409556315360353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=8767409556315360353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/8767409556315360353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/8767409556315360353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2008/06/dear-god.html' title='dear god'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-4566193885345828614</id><published>2008-06-13T00:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:11:19.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SFFUxRv3quI/AAAAAAAAAgM/B-k8sAWSxlg/s1600-h/PICT0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211039449398880994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SFFUxRv3quI/AAAAAAAAAgM/B-k8sAWSxlg/s320/PICT0376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey, look &lt;em&gt;carefully&lt;/em&gt;. this is my phone. it is &lt;em&gt;wrapped&lt;/em&gt;, and i did it at PS's G Mask. not $30+, but $58. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THOSE WHO ARE GONNA FUCKING DO IT AFTER 5TH MAY 2008 ARE COPYCATS.&lt;/span&gt; oh no, &lt;em&gt;copyfuckingdogs&lt;/em&gt;. FYI: i love cats, so those who decided to love cats after i decided to are creeps. Creepy crawly ever so disgusting till everyone would want to call the pest control to terminate it from magnifesting. I would name all these people that copy others no originality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;oh no. does my $58 wrap hurt you? did i sound like sm bitches who loves to brag about their shopping wishes? i'm really sorry to make you feel that breathing in the same foul air as me sucks. if you feel that, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;god damn hell i feel the same way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211041808774085906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SFFW6nGwPRI/AAAAAAAAAgU/-b74u8SRcRE/s320/PIC080612141832.jpg" border="0" /&gt;oh yeah, i cut bangs. i couldn't stand my beached highlight in front anymore, which i got it from modelling for wella the other time. oh no, i shouldn't say anything about model! i might offend smone who can only model thru her own blog. oh wells, wat can i say about that? yeah, i'm a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;meanie powerpuff girl&lt;/span&gt;! *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no x 2, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;did i copy smone?&lt;/span&gt; oh god oh god, i copied 2/3 of the no. of people walking ard orchard road everyday. am i gonna be condemned??? maybe having the exact same bangs as smone else, let alone having now, but who USED to have is sucha bad idea! i may not look half as good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. its an inside joke. IF YOU FIND THIS FAMILIAR, ITS JUST COINCIDENCE. please do not fucking gossip behind me cos i never ask for your opinion and if you think it's you, ur not fit to talk to me. hateful ppl are not welcomed to read. oh no, i just said "ur not fit to talk to me"? i think a pri sch kid might even be able to correct it and an adult might laugh like an evil devil! *sad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fyi: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fringe_(hair"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fringe_(hair&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The North American term bangs almost certainly originated with the practice of cutting &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;horses' tails straight across, a style known to this day as a "bang-tail."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no! we are all copying stinko horses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-4566193885345828614?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4566193885345828614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=4566193885345828614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/4566193885345828614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/4566193885345828614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2008/06/yay.html' title='yay!'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SFFUxRv3quI/AAAAAAAAAgM/B-k8sAWSxlg/s72-c/PICT0376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-4546268292712927495</id><published>2008-06-12T23:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:11:20.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pathetic citibank xmas deco</title><content type='html'>yes yes, i kept all these photos since xmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SFFPT-JwB3I/AAAAAAAAAgE/hQjZLWeZv24/s1600-h/DSC00494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211033448364377970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SFFPT-JwB3I/AAAAAAAAAgE/hQjZLWeZv24/s320/DSC00494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tian's speaker. really v cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SFFPBSKsTiI/AAAAAAAAAf8/t6-IVo463OQ/s1600-h/DSC00493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211033127319522850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SFFPBSKsTiI/AAAAAAAAAf8/t6-IVo463OQ/s320/DSC00493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; her pressie to all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SFFJNQi4r0I/AAAAAAAAAf0/AEXqPnSrCRs/s1600-h/DSC00483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211026735972790082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SFFJNQi4r0I/AAAAAAAAAf0/AEXqPnSrCRs/s320/DSC00483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SFFI9Hki3wI/AAAAAAAAAfs/saeu2JygtHo/s1600-h/DSC00482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211026458685923074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SFFI9Hki3wI/AAAAAAAAAfs/saeu2JygtHo/s320/DSC00482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SFFHMKuw4BI/AAAAAAAAAfM/UbUhYBpGZ2M/s1600-h/DSC00478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SFFHMKuw4BI/AAAAAAAAAfM/UbUhYBpGZ2M/s320/DSC00478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SFFHMdu6KEI/AAAAAAAAAfU/d2JyUg0lX8s/s1600-h/DSC00479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SFFHMdu6KEI/AAAAAAAAAfU/d2JyUg0lX8s/s320/DSC00479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SFFHMZG7kOI/AAAAAAAAAfc/0_iKYppd1CE/s1600-h/DSC00480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SFFHMZG7kOI/AAAAAAAAAfc/0_iKYppd1CE/s320/DSC00480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SFFHM0vvtpI/AAAAAAAAAfk/zY3oAl8UmKI/s1600-h/DSC00481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SFFHM0vvtpI/AAAAAAAAAfk/zY3oAl8UmKI/s320/DSC00481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;pathetic xmas decorations. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; 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the car looks like inital D's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SEEPsXyYeGI/AAAAAAAAAe8/fC9XYp3hWLI/s1600-h/DSC00459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206459899190999138" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SEEPsXyYeGI/AAAAAAAAAe8/fC9XYp3hWLI/s320/DSC00459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SEEPlHyYeFI/AAAAAAAAAe0/5RP40h53jfQ/s1600-h/DSC00458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206459774636947538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SEEPlHyYeFI/AAAAAAAAAe0/5RP40h53jfQ/s320/DSC00458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; desmond gave clarence the hamster. i dunno kept these photos for how long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SEEOoHyYeCI/AAAAAAAAAec/PQdoJVeaRcA/s1600-h/DSC00445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SEEOoHyYeCI/AAAAAAAAAec/PQdoJVeaRcA/s320/DSC00445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SEEOoXyYeDI/AAAAAAAAAek/ykZFQ0p7zs4/s1600-h/DSC00446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SEEOoXyYeDI/AAAAAAAAAek/ykZFQ0p7zs4/s320/DSC00446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SEEOonyYeEI/AAAAAAAAAes/elUMjw5AiWI/s1600-h/DSC00447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SEEOonyYeEI/AAAAAAAAAes/elUMjw5AiWI/s320/DSC00447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-4176304285636419054?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4176304285636419054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=4176304285636419054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/4176304285636419054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/4176304285636419054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2008/05/posted-by-picasa.html' title='random pictures'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SEEPsXyYeGI/AAAAAAAAAe8/fC9XYp3hWLI/s72-c/DSC00459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-2580232467658563296</id><published>2008-05-30T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:11:22.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random pictures</title><content type='html'>i did realise i haven't been 'picture blogging' for quite sm time, and my photos are piling up in my folder. so just let me clear a bit and update my stories. haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;my bro looking so ever cute with my eyore. ehhh. how to spell ah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SEAefXCY51I/AAAAAAAAAds/unLvhcC1pdQ/s1600-h/PICT0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SEAefXCY51I/AAAAAAAAAds/unLvhcC1pdQ/s320/PICT0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SEAegXCY52I/AAAAAAAAAd0/KmHN9vAX_ZU/s1600-h/PICT0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SEAegXCY52I/AAAAAAAAAd0/KmHN9vAX_ZU/s320/PICT0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;his brilliant idea of kiap-ing his wallet in between him and his sling of the bag. was bragging that he had both hands free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SEAegnCY53I/AAAAAAAAAd8/SZP1E8J4tQQ/s1600-h/DSC00549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SEAegnCY53I/AAAAAAAAAd8/SZP1E8J4tQQ/s320/DSC00549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SEAegnCY54I/AAAAAAAAAeE/0tvDVfOiGvI/s1600-h/DSC00550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SEAegnCY54I/AAAAAAAAAeE/0tvDVfOiGvI/s320/DSC00550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;my mum's fav cute shoes. so cute right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206196316846745506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SEAf93CY56I/AAAAAAAAAeU/PTAgpNKgQ-U/s320/DSC00489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206195968954394514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SEAfpnCY55I/AAAAAAAAAeM/G-wsIrkzmbE/s320/DSC00488.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-2580232467658563296?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/2580232467658563296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=2580232467658563296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/2580232467658563296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/2580232467658563296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-pictures.html' title='random pictures'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SEAefXCY51I/AAAAAAAAAds/unLvhcC1pdQ/s72-c/PICT0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-6716617383454974537</id><published>2008-05-28T02:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:11:22.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday kim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;kim, you're so gonna kill me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205122991634573122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SDxPyHCY50I/AAAAAAAAAdk/Xw51tSNa8kM/s320/Kiddy+kim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIMMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-6716617383454974537?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/6716617383454974537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=6716617383454974537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/6716617383454974537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/6716617383454974537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-kim.html' title='happy birthday kim!'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SDxPyHCY50I/AAAAAAAAAdk/Xw51tSNa8kM/s72-c/Kiddy+kim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-2708679168932044350</id><published>2008-05-27T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T17:34:54.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>just woke up. had a headache, but luckily not to terrible. smtimes i wonder is there anything wrong with my head. *choy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sooo vex right now. things seems a 'lil undone, unconfirm here and there. everything is just on the pending list. i can't be sitting on the bench waiting for things to happen. i &lt;em&gt;wan&lt;/em&gt; things to happen. god, i &lt;em&gt;do not&lt;/em&gt; enjoy the joy of waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't studied at all. well, hafta later. hope things go well. *wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-2708679168932044350?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/2708679168932044350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=2708679168932044350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/2708679168932044350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/2708679168932044350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2008/05/random_27.html' title='random'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-5102580331176836753</id><published>2008-05-20T09:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T10:05:31.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>omg. how can i have nth on and wake up and 9am+? think the body just refuse to let me have more than 8 hours of slp str. anyways, gonna write about a few random stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents are back from a 2 day trip to indo, and i'm so happy! they bought me a pouch! mind you, the pouch is so pretty tt i cannot take my hands off it ytd when i 1st saw it. haha. now its safely in my bag. but i'm still jealous thou. the trip seems pretty fun. and its like they're having so much fun while i'm mugging like mad in this humid country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mugged alone ytd at kfc. (i need the air con!) home was people-less cos my bro went to visit his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: where you gg tmr?&lt;br /&gt;him: visit my friend.&lt;br /&gt;me: wat? play games?&lt;br /&gt;him: no. &lt;em&gt;tan bing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: wat &lt;em&gt;bing&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;him: brain tumour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?!?!?! he made it sound so simple man. i would have wreck the world if it happen to anyone near me, be it close or not. i just hope his friend would get well eventually. heard he hasn't been gg to sch for almost a year for chemo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about headache, i had the worse headache ever just the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drank coffee on the day on FR paper, and i guess it was so strong that i cannot slp that night. went shopping with my mum the next day in the morn, and acc my bro to the dentist's after that. cannot really study after that. was pretty drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night, the headache really came. fuck it. i tried to ignore and go to slp. panadol do anyone no gd when taken too much. i tried to refrain from taking as much as i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the headache persist. at 2am, i woke up due to the headache. went to take 1 panadol, and tried gg back to slp. can you imagine you felt so damn slpy yet the pain won't allow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got up at 3am and took another one. went to the living rm to lay on the sofa. felt nausea and wana cry. went to toilet and finally i vomitted. and worse. there was blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope its not brain tumour or wat, and its just my gastric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth. STUDY again! lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-5102580331176836753?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5102580331176836753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=5102580331176836753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/5102580331176836753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/5102580331176836753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2008/05/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-4826931223085027631</id><published>2008-05-13T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:11:22.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teeth obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SCiHJwl6AEI/AAAAAAAAAdc/7Vm76MWBYzE/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SCiHJwl6AEI/AAAAAAAAAdc/7Vm76MWBYzE/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the hell am i still doing here???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i think no matter how hectic life can be i still need a breather. went thru my pics and think we all are kinda obsess with teeths nowadays. (cute right???) well, i'm still v happy with my white white front teeth. they may be a lil crooked, but who's perfect? not me, but i'm still satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. but seriously, my bro need braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 paper gonna be down in 2 days time! technically speaking, tmr's my paper. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD LUCK KIMMY GOOD LUCK JASMINE!!! =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-4826931223085027631?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4826931223085027631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=4826931223085027631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/4826931223085027631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/4826931223085027631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2008/05/teeth-obsession.html' title='teeth obsession'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SCiHJwl6AEI/AAAAAAAAAdc/7Vm76MWBYzE/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-8793121498087645215</id><published>2008-04-14T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:11:22.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monkeys at upper thomson!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES!&lt;/strong&gt; the monkeys are horrible. kim tried to tell me they were behind me but i just jumped up and walked away cos i tot she was trying to say there's a&lt;br /&gt;bug or sth. and i think i scare the hell outta her as well. was quite amusing. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh god, they are digging trash from the dustbins like no one else's business. the worse is the are piling the rubbish outside instead of inside the trash bin! was so afraid they might attack us. luckily we had no food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SAIzwxE-jbI/AAAAAAAAAdM/1aMKC7P3YlI/s1600-h/PIC080409160009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SAIzwxE-jbI/AAAAAAAAAdM/1aMKC7P3YlI/s320/PIC080409160009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SAIzxBE-jcI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Dy9LtYxXEPo/s1600-h/PIC080409160020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SAIzxBE-jcI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Dy9LtYxXEPo/s320/PIC080409160020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;the bus heng-ly came in time.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-8793121498087645215?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/8793121498087645215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=8793121498087645215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/8793121498087645215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/8793121498087645215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2008/04/monkeys-at-upper-thomson.html' title='monkeys at upper thomson!'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SAIzwxE-jbI/AAAAAAAAAdM/1aMKC7P3YlI/s72-c/PIC080409160009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-807984583092107109</id><published>2008-04-14T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:11:23.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'high tea' at xing wang cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;'high tea' with kim after jay dee sale! (and she said i was smiling 'fakely'. lol.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SAIu3hE-jaI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jWZG-MyYMrc/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SAIu3hE-jaI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jWZG-MyYMrc/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SAIu3BE-jZI/AAAAAAAAAc8/8apeUX0iRP0/s1600-h/PIC080410143629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SAIu3BE-jZI/AAAAAAAAAc8/8apeUX0iRP0/s320/PIC080410143629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; 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at xing wang cafe'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/SAIu3hE-jaI/AAAAAAAAAdE/jWZG-MyYMrc/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-5022132529458324036</id><published>2008-04-11T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:00:05.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guitar? lol...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Play the Guitar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatmusicalinstrumentshouldyouplayquiz/guitar.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're very independent - both in spirit and in the way you learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can teach yourself almost anything, even if it makes your fingers bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not really the type to sit patiently through a music lesson - or do things by the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more your style to master the fundamentals and see where they take you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly creative and a bit eclectic, you need a wide range of music to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could emerge as a sensitive songwriter... or a manic rock star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominant personality characteristic: being rebellious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your secondary personality characteristic: tenacity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmusicalinstrumentshouldyouplayquiz/"&gt;What Musical Instrument Should You Play?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-5022132529458324036?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5022132529458324036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=5022132529458324036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/5022132529458324036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/5022132529458324036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2008/04/guitar-lol.html' title='guitar? lol...'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-7755819851155127087</id><published>2008-04-11T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T21:56:03.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>normal or weird?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 25% Normal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/hownormalareyouquiz/occasionally-normal.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sure do march to your own beat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're so weird, people wonder if it's a beat at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think on a totally different wavelength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's often a chore to get people to understand you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/hownormalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Normal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-7755819851155127087?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/7755819851155127087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=7755819851155127087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/7755819851155127087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/7755819851155127087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2008/04/normal-or-weird.html' title='normal or weird?'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-2157793014666566575</id><published>2008-04-11T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T21:44:19.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what kinda rocker are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are an Emo Rocker!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/emo-rocker.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressive and deep, lyrics are really your thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean you don't rock out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just rock out with meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, rock is more about connecting than grandstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Rocker Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-2157793014666566575?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/2157793014666566575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=2157793014666566575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/2157793014666566575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/2157793014666566575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-kinda-rocker-are-you.html' title='what kinda rocker are you?'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-5303047446726749092</id><published>2008-04-11T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T21:29:23.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 factors personality profile</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Extroversion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium extroversion.&lt;br /&gt;You're not the life of the party, but you do show up for the party.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you are full of energy and open to new social experiences.&lt;br /&gt;But you also need to hibernate and enjoy your "down time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high conscientiousness.&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent and reliable, you tend to succeed in life.&lt;br /&gt;Most things in your life are organized and planned well.&lt;br /&gt;But you borderline on being a total perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have low agreeableness.&lt;br /&gt;Your self interest comes first, and others come later, if at all.&lt;br /&gt;In general, you feel that people are not to be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;And you're skeptical that anyone else really feels differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high neuroticism.&lt;br /&gt;It's easy for you to feel shaken, worried, or depressed.&lt;br /&gt;You often worry, and your worries prevent you from living life fully.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be emotionally reactive and moody. Your either flying very high or feeling very low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your openness to new experiences is high.&lt;br /&gt;In life, you tend to be an early adopter of all new things and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;You'll try almost anything interesting, and you're constantly pushing your own limits.&lt;br /&gt;A great connoisseir of art and beauty, you can find the positive side of almost anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Five Factor Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-5303047446726749092?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-1735970401467036000</id><published>2008-04-11T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T13:39:06.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy...</title><content type='html'>i can't believe how long i had slept. 7pm to 7am+! expect that i woke up at 12am+ cos i had a throbbing headache. really so bad i thought my head's gonna explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate medicine and went back to sleep. woke up at 1am+ to bathe, then went back to sleep again. kim's gonna call me a dirty monkey. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i bought a pair of levis' jeans and swiss military watch ytd at jay dee sale! i simple love the watch so much that i kept staring at it before i fell asleep ytd. haven take photos though. maybe later, than i shall upload all my photos straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to study msm now but can't seem to concentrate. feel like going back to sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn.. till later. hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-1735970401467036000?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/1735970401467036000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=1735970401467036000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/1735970401467036000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/1735970401467036000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2008/04/sleepy.html' title='sleepy...'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-7221198814871789387</id><published>2008-04-06T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:52:28.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R-E-S-P-E-C-T</title><content type='html'>haven't been blogging. haven't been feeling so irritated for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't emphasize enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPECT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPECT your family.&lt;br /&gt;RESPECT your friends.&lt;br /&gt;RESPECT who they are.&lt;br /&gt;RESPECT the decisions they make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it. is that so hard. i'm not asking you to RESPECT their decision when they decided to kill their parents and run away with their money. i'm just asking for your acceptance for the everyday decisions. so minor that if you won't even notice if you stop being sucha b-i-a-t-c-h. in the first place, did i ever stop you from becoming one? no, i RESPECT you becoming/being a bitch, TOTALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm single for a very long time that i can never be tied down no more, maybe i'm not a person who can accomodate with your fucking feeling when it doesn't even affects the slightest part of you. so &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt;, gimmi sm space. i haven't even start lecturing you about those i cannot stand about you, so stop nagging str in my face telling me to do this and that. i'm not your dog. don't think i'm the balloon in your mouth which you can control the size. &lt;em&gt;no.&lt;/em&gt; maybe you can think of me as the ancient emperor. he can have tons of wives and even you know its ridiculously wrong, the only thing you can do is gossip softly behind his back. &lt;em&gt;dun&lt;/em&gt; you dare let him find out. he might just rip your head off without even stainly his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dun wana be such an ass. dun force me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all you care i am &lt;em&gt;mean, mad, anorexic, bulimic, punk, rock, lesbian, smoking, drugs, shopaholic, alcoholic&lt;/em&gt;. i am who i am. if you can stand me, then disregard my existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even said so, there's only a fine line between you thinking for me and thinking for you. like parents, they might wan their children to work hard so they can have a better future, &lt;em&gt;or&lt;/em&gt; they can do they just because they wan 'face' among their relatives and friends. same results they are looking for, different total meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't emphasize enough, talking bad behind your back doesn't makes me a hypocrite. wat i can say is everyone of us are different beings. we cant agree about everything with each other, not even twins. and i'm not cool enough to think and absorb every bit of irritations others cause. i need to complain, i need to rant to get that shit outta me. it won't stay healthy inside. like farting is wrong, but keeping inside is totally unhealthy. that doesn't make me a backstabber. &lt;em&gt;god&lt;/em&gt;, think of it this way. shane thinks sleeping with others ok, yet alice thinks that &lt;em&gt;even&lt;/em&gt; having the thought about other being is total immoral in a relationship. so does that make shane a betrayer? &lt;em&gt;use your head.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-7221198814871789387?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-7234028545578667298</id><published>2008-03-12T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:53:54.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>toilet train your kitties</title><content type='html'>shit. am i losing my audience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, i'm so totally crazily watching videos these days when i'm suppose to be mugging. i just finished best bet, project runway season 4, america's next top model season 9, 4 seasons of L word (season 1 to 4). currently on america's next top model season 10 and L word season 5. i just finished 1/2 of L word episode 7 and downloading king and the clown. i'm just gonna be so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro introduced me a crappy site. &lt;a href="http://www.talkingcock.com/"&gt;http://www.talkingcock.com&lt;/a&gt; and i found a video which i found quite unbelieveable, and disgusting in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/llFfkIeRKbI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/llFfkIeRKbI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck, or at least i won't seat thru the whole hour writing nth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-7234028545578667298?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-7826349759351781036</id><published>2008-02-21T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T00:57:10.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complexity kills. Let's stay simple.</title><content type='html'>Just finished season 2 of &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The L Word&lt;/span&gt;. (yay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny Schecter's freaking me out. But at the same time it reminds me, complexity kills. And I'm so sick of the fact that everything nowadays are getting so complicated. New innovation are suppose to give us more convenience and better quality. I dunno about quality, but apparently more than one type can be found for the same item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, there's shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;Then, they separate conditioner from shampoo. Yes, better hair quality, I agree.&lt;br /&gt;Now, you have you choose whether you have more serious scalp condition, or hair. Hair, you again have to pick the type of condition you possess. Dry, damaged or oily?&lt;br /&gt;Great, now there's even hair mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I dun even like the idea of shampoo-ing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is the most bimbotic example you can find. (I'm still a female after all.) But this theory works for everything. (TOE aka. Theory of Everything. Lol.) Just... take a look around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even hafta set up different email accounts for different purposes. This one's for work, that one's for friends blah blah blah... (Well you can't expect me to ask companies to email me at some funny email add.) Now I hate the thought of having to check emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Differentiate might cause things to have better quality, (e.g. my bosses dun think I'm 2 faced and I can gossip about you at my the other blog) but it just kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet again I can discuss my another side of me which some of you can't accept somewhere else. Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-7826349759351781036?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/7826349759351781036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=7826349759351781036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/7826349759351781036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/7826349759351781036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2008/02/complexity-kills-lets-stay-simple.html' title='Complexity kills. Let&apos;s stay simple.'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-1298185568947647857</id><published>2008-01-25T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T17:10:02.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back, for gd? i dunno.</title><content type='html'>oh ya. i do have a blog, don't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god. when was the last time i blog? no way, i'm too afraid to look. yes, i dun have to guts to admit. its still my blog, and i'm still responsible for it somehow, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks weisheng, for still rmbing me, and my blog. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywaysss, i think i've mentioned that i should have been on my books since ages ago, and i haven't. well, i've been addicted to tv since i was lil, and i guess i still am now. kim asked me out to study, but the timing wasn't quite right, and i'm totally regretting it now, cos i spent my time watching all videos of gossip girl. finishing all the way 'til ep.13, and waiting for ep.14 to be uploaded after being aired on 28th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, now let me do some updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kim straightened her hair, so did our dear wanyi.&lt;br /&gt;i cut my hair. well, trimmed, rather.&lt;br /&gt;wanyi celebrated her 22nd birthday and we gave her an $88 ang bao.&lt;br /&gt;zefeng's going to korea, and i'm going back to hongkong. hopefully i'll somehow get to visit macua as well.&lt;br /&gt;chinese new year is coming, and i'm actually looking forward to it. however i'm not too sure if its to visit my relatives or to get outta town.&lt;br /&gt;celebrated christmas with darling steph. spent the day shopping and spent the evening at her house eating, slacking and watching dvds. tt was when the memory card in my camera decided to die, taking along all my photos with it.&lt;br /&gt;i fell for the same guy as my good friend but i've decided to give him a pass since i'm not too deep into it yet.&lt;br /&gt;i revamp my room, and i swear it's sm much more tidier and cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;i've got a job offer, and i think i'll be accepting it if everything goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i can't think of anymore. tt's more or less about it. time for me to go bathe and get ready to meet my 2 cuties for dinner. well, chat with them while they eat. i've taken my dinner. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: hey, the liang cha does work wonders don't it? but no matter how sick i am i don't think i'll take it, unless i'm not the verge of dying. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-1298185568947647857?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/1298185568947647857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=1298185568947647857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/1298185568947647857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/1298185568947647857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-back-for-gd-i-dunno.html' title='i&apos;m back, for gd? i dunno.'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-2644055397593232250</id><published>2007-11-20T11:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T11:38:35.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>haven been blogging for a damn long time. wth have i been doing. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been shopping? haha.&lt;br /&gt;xmas coming! yay! the holiday season is finally coming.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i can go macau during cny. i reeeally wana get outta sg.&lt;br /&gt;had enough here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a break from tut for almost 1 month plus. yay!&lt;br /&gt;maybe its time to start revision.&lt;br /&gt;or rather, start studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-2644055397593232250?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/2644055397593232250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=2644055397593232250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/2644055397593232250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/2644055397593232250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2007/11/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-1048636763471970618</id><published>2007-11-15T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T00:59:27.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzz</title><content type='html'>The Priss&lt;br /&gt;Deliberate Brutal Love Dreamer (DBLD)&lt;br /&gt;Mature. Responsible. Aristocratic. Excuse me. The Priss.&lt;br /&gt;Prisses are the smartest of all female types. You're highly perceptive, and confident in your judgements. You'd take brutal honesty over superficiality any time--your friends always know where they stand with you. You're completely unfake. Don't tell me that's not a word. You're also excellent at redirecting internal negative energy.&lt;br /&gt;These facts indicate people are often intimidated by you. They also fall for you, hard. You have a distant, composed allure that many find irresistible. If only more of them lived up to your standards.&lt;br /&gt;You were probably the last among your friends to have sex. And the first to pretend that you're pregnant. LOL. Though you're inclined to use sex as weapon, at least it's not as one of mass destruction. You're choosier than most about your partners. A supportive relationship is what you're really after. Whether you know it or not, you need something steady &amp;amp; long-term. And soothing.&lt;br /&gt;Brought to you by &lt;a title="The Best Dating Site in the world!" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?824339&amp;amp;app_id=4191299503&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=402d5610b4fac6258a0dc20b6eef6567';return true" href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;OkCupid&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-1048636763471970618?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/1048636763471970618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=1048636763471970618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/1048636763471970618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/1048636763471970618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2007/11/quizzz.html' title='Quizzz'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13808238.post-3648782157236616365</id><published>2007-11-09T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T00:36:29.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>raaaandom</title><content type='html'>its been a looong time since i updated my blog. many thanks to my FR and MA lecturer. he's tooo fierce for me to ignore his words. had been rushing his assignments like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've come realised that i'm definitely a person who can live without a com. but i can still hog on a com for nth, still. but i dun think tt'd be the best past time. prolly getting sth done would be much more meaningful. cos i realise all i could to online is e-shopping, friendster-ing, facebook-ing. and the more i stare the more i just wana stare and stop the clicking cos it's all starting to get on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just toooo &lt;em&gt;bo liao&lt;/em&gt;. at least for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body haven't been gd to me recently. sore throat, flu, rashes havent left me. and body starts aching like mad. haven been sick for a v long time. and like wat kim says, &lt;em&gt;dun come dun come, wan come all come.&lt;/em&gt; hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had been reading horoscope, and had just reminded me i should be a hardworking cow. wat the hell had i been doing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah. got ticked off by a b*****h lecturer last week right in front of the whole lecture hall, along with kim and jas. haven been so embarassed for sucha long time. hahaha. i wish i could go back to the time which we just dun give face and thrash the lecturers upside down. super exciting super &lt;em&gt;you man zu gan&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13808238-3648782157236616365?l=jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/feeds/3648782157236616365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13808238&amp;postID=3648782157236616365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/3648782157236616365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13808238/posts/default/3648782157236616365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasmineakaemily.blogspot.com/2007/11/raaaandom.html' title='raaaandom'/><author><name>jasMiNe.aka.eMily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391260856084183542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipA3hYtK3uE/TQOsI-vIFOI/AAAAAAAABO0/Ds1Wds87Rj4/S220/71788_449784282873_590302873_5500002_409306_nEDITED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
