<?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-4180413888183960311</id><updated>2011-07-08T13:51:41.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>violette unBlooded Parfaite Jess</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-538498885108636216</id><published>2009-08-12T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T20:40:38.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She is sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Studying in UTAR had made grown mature, and chioldish at the same time. Sounds contradict, but it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Your close friend can be the one who makes your life suffer. He or she can be the one who ruins your relationship with other friends. My weakness is that I trust people easily, and everytime I was cheated, I feel heart broken, but now no more, I have seen through the reality, I have seen through the person's innerself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;He or she is the person who makes me grow, and makes me become childish in some situation. Thanks her for giving me guidelines for being a cautious adult in my future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I'll never feel that my life is miserable because of him or her, because I am a lucky one to have soulmate and friends around me who &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; care about me. Some people who are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAKE&lt;/span&gt; please stop being a fake one. Do you know that everytime when you be nice, you really look ugly? You are just like what is sang is the song &lt;&lt;take&gt;&gt;. So please stop, keep those "uglies" with you. Even more, I am so ashamed to have you as a so-called "close friend" as indicated by others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-538498885108636216?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/538498885108636216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=538498885108636216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/538498885108636216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/538498885108636216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2009/08/she-is-sucks.html' title='She is sucks'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-5921277783500550190</id><published>2009-07-23T10:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:53:05.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This blog has been long abandoned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I found myself so left out:from friends, from event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I really want to tell my friends that I don't mean that I just want friends whom is beneficial to me. I really don't have the time to get update to all events. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Imagine that you have had some tough time spent on tests and assignments, you would rather have some time to rest at home rather than going far away.(Okay, this should not be an excuse, but I am really tired!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kavi, Wunnie, Joe, Anne, Luke, Elaine and everyone else whom I have long lost contact, please forgive me for not having time with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-5921277783500550190?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/5921277783500550190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=5921277783500550190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/5921277783500550190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/5921277783500550190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2009/07/apologies.html' title='Apologies'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-3563890299057029469</id><published>2009-04-15T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:55:10.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devils</title><content type='html'>Words are stuck in my mind. Should I take it serious? I admit, I am like what she says for some of the time. I keep convincing myself that there's no need to show my ability. However, for most of the time, I did not show myself yet people and things around me. I don't know how many of them have the same feeling about me like her. If being better than others is a sin, I doubt what are acts in good faith?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing for the purpose of surveying, yet I was misunderstood. So I guess there is no any method for me to undergo survey unless I am given all the data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I really like what she says?Or she is being jealous for what I own? I am pretty lucky compare to friends around me who face the same problem. I have friends around me, I mean really beside me to support me, cheer me up and give me hugs. I hope my friends are as lucky as me. Therefore, being in overseas isn't any too good anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actions show your quality best yet language counts. That's why rumors are that effective. Why can't people think carefully before they talk? Don't they think that they will get what they give to other people some other time later? Devils are bad, but they are useful, in the sense that they let us appreciate good things around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I am not a devil. So do my TRUE friends.&lt;br /&gt;(Guess no one would understand what is this all about. Yes, you better not understand, make your life free from troubles)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-3563890299057029469?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/3563890299057029469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=3563890299057029469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/3563890299057029469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/3563890299057029469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2009/04/devils.html' title='Devils'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-8455693337240369159</id><published>2009-04-09T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:49:18.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPECIAL Birthday Wishing</title><content type='html'>I am on msn, Kavi is on msn. She knew it, and she sent a sms to my phone. There it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday darling. Hope you have a very good one:) i miss you. we celebrate when i come home ok! Take care. Love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scolded her for wasting money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says she is not wasting money, cz wishing my birthday is special.&lt;br /&gt;So guess how i retreat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thanks a lot kavi for wishing me. am i wasting money for sending this sms to u?no lar, cz i 1 2 thank u. this sms is special&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (happened when Vi and Ceat both online)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vi, I am good I know.hahahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-8455693337240369159?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/8455693337240369159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=8455693337240369159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/8455693337240369159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/8455693337240369159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2009/04/special-birthday-wishing.html' title='SPECIAL Birthday Wishing'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-8487769537333800528</id><published>2009-04-08T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:55:14.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Narracist</title><content type='html'>A narracist is often self-centered and selfish.&lt;br /&gt;I am someone who is so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kepy complaining and get angry over his weaknesses, yet I do not agree on my own weaknesses at the same time. I act like a kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always given the best thing in the world, yet I never appreciate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I suited to have a partner in my life?&lt;br /&gt;Or should I live alone to have both's lifes better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often, I can't know how much I love, what's the extend of my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If material pulls my heart back, I guess that's not showing how much I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so undecided in my life. How can I improve in this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-8487769537333800528?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/8487769537333800528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=8487769537333800528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/8487769537333800528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/8487769537333800528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2009/04/narracist.html' title='Narracist'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-709905270244438573</id><published>2009-02-20T11:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T11:22:07.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another blog in practical lab</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The time now is 11.20am. We are still left in the lab to figure out how to use the software on our own. No one knows how to use it. And the lecturer is not teaching anything, just gives us some variables that we should input to the program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The thing is, we don't even know how to use the program, how can we input the variables?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I even went to read the tutorial given in the program, but I am stucked half way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So, I give up, waiting for time to pass.:)(Smile ironically)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-709905270244438573?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/709905270244438573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=709905270244438573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/709905270244438573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/709905270244438573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-blog-in-practical-lab.html' title='Another blog in practical lab'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-6509565694311771415</id><published>2009-02-20T10:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:46:37.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog during practical</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I am now sitting in a lab attending a practical class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Why do I have the time to write blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;It is because the tutor(he is also the lecturer) gives us a task to do on the new software introduced to us, leaving us to figure out on how to use the software, without giving any briefing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Haha, we are to do things on our own for at least 15 minutes already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;This is the laziest teacher I have ever met!(Stop here because the typing is very loud)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-6509565694311771415?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/6509565694311771415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=6509565694311771415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/6509565694311771415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/6509565694311771415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-during-practical.html' title='Blog during practical'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-3630562039954562831</id><published>2009-02-16T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:12:12.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buy phone or camera?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It has been long time since last I camwhore.Not like the usual me when I don't do that. Ok, I have not been doing that for long time, so I am abnormal for this long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i THINK i SHOULD INSTEAD BUY A CAMERA OR A NEW HANDPHONE SO THAT iu CAN TAKE PICTURE WHENEVER i WANT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;buT HAIZ, NOT WILLING TO SPEND. WHEN CAN i START GETTING MORE MONEY??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-3630562039954562831?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/3630562039954562831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=3630562039954562831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/3630562039954562831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/3630562039954562831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2009/02/buy-phone-or-camera.html' title='Buy phone or camera?'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-5890186732502070595</id><published>2009-02-16T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:51:12.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Today is the second anniversary for both Ben and me. Ben is still sick for getting springles and I have caught flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we still celebrate this special day(actually I think that if we are not celebrating it, it doesn't matter, since it is just 2 days after Valentine's Day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went Cineleisure to watch movie, guess what, we watch the one which is juct launched currently, Pink Panther 2. Even before the movie is launched, I keep thinking what it is all about. Anyway, the movie is worth watching for Ben and me, full of laughter and the pink panther hero is still the pink panther hero.(I suggest the movie to everyone!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then it ends and we had dinner in Kim Gary(had no appetite to eat),this is the first time Ben and me did not finish the food in this restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, like usual, we went to see Gundam again.I wonder when is the time Ben can get all the gundam collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, a simple anniversary. Happy anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-5890186732502070595?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/5890186732502070595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=5890186732502070595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/5890186732502070595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/5890186732502070595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-418662494224577259</id><published>2009-02-09T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:22:16.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>Long since last I posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really feel like giving up ging tuition. I feel I have less time to follow up on my studies, yet giving up makes me loss my source of income, further more with the extra time, I will not be studying anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this gives me more stress, I have to take care of both my and my students' studies, have to find way to teach my students in a better way.Always I find that I am a lowzy tutor.SHIT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah, a lot of things to be considered. Switching course?Not switching? The questions go through my mind uncountable times. Today I have decided not to change, tomorrow I doubt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I study law without working in legal field?Everyone should tells me of course not, I will be at the age of working soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-418662494224577259?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/418662494224577259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=418662494224577259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/418662494224577259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/418662494224577259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2009/02/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-352428407386504390</id><published>2008-12-12T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:03:18.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>Finally the day comes, and it ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the few years back, when we were supposed to choose which way we should forward to, I kept telling myself that I will not move into the law field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am in no choice but to take Business Law as it is a requirement in the subject.Yes, the question comes to the mind of everyone, on what is the reason that actuarial students are demanded to take law as what they deal with in the future are mainly figures in probability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are actually told that the reason for taking law is because actuary has to know everything in business field. So law is to protect us against making any unlawful mistake and to protect us against cheated by others who have intention to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet in Malaysia, do all these laws work as effiective as they should? How long doers it take for a dissolution? Do you know that the case where the condomium which clashed in around 10 years back is still under arbitration now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning law in Malaysia does not really useful for us citizens but for lawyers. However, it is really fun to play with law, where you can twist the discussion of the fact to enable one to win in his or her claim. All we have to know is, there is always no absolutely right and wrong in law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story comes to the end, I still manage to do quite ok in my exam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-352428407386504390?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/352428407386504390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=352428407386504390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/352428407386504390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/352428407386504390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-2620997156601180787</id><published>2008-11-25T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:26:31.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;All these were done during the first few days I bought the nw laptop....Haha, having so much fun playing with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSwJTuZQZBI/AAAAAAAAAPw/FQs-Rr9g_xM/s1600-h/image200811200013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272599498220135442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSwJTuZQZBI/AAAAAAAAAPw/FQs-Rr9g_xM/s320/image200811200013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Weird Ben&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSwJTgYqiLI/AAAAAAAAAPo/za2-a-4ht_c/s1600-h/image200811200011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272599494459558066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSwJTgYqiLI/AAAAAAAAAPo/za2-a-4ht_c/s320/image200811200011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Siamese Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSwJTXEPmQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9uxv7UJT_DY/s1600-h/image200811200010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272599491957987586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSwJTXEPmQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9uxv7UJT_DY/s320/image200811200010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Battle between Ben and Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSwJTQxEVSI/AAAAAAAAAPY/xnW9FcsyX4g/s1600-h/image200811200009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272599490266944802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSwJTQxEVSI/AAAAAAAAAPY/xnW9FcsyX4g/s320/image200811200009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben without mouth and nose....Yier, ALIEN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSwJTEuPrgI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/lnd7gqXEtCo/s1600-h/image200811200008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272599487033880066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSwJTEuPrgI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/lnd7gqXEtCo/s320/image200811200008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know what to call this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSwJEhKsgxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/wgjkeBkC5kk/s1600-h/image200811200006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272599236971365138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSwJEhKsgxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/wgjkeBkC5kk/s320/image200811200006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Indian style??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSwJEujaRLI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Y5WGPfw3F4M/s1600-h/image200811200005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272599240564688050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSwJEujaRLI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Y5WGPfw3F4M/s320/image200811200005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want people to belasah him punya Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSwJEk_qzVI/AAAAAAAAAO4/H4LPEzR2oAI/s1600-h/image200811200004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272599237998857554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSwJEk_qzVI/AAAAAAAAAO4/H4LPEzR2oAI/s320/image200811200004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another Siamese Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSwJEc_TeDI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Mosm-sTt7AI/s1600-h/image200811190003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272599235849844786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSwJEc_TeDI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Mosm-sTt7AI/s320/image200811190003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, this is my sister. She has fun playing with this software also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSwJEQf_9vI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ws9ahSC38aI/s1600-h/image200811200002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272599232497317618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSwJEQf_9vI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ws9ahSC38aI/s320/image200811200002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fuiyoo...Ben is kissing Ben...(Ben doesn't want Jess anymore, hahahha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSwIsBkwIzI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/s-IAHnrfUQk/s1600-h/image200811190014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272598816173859634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSwIsBkwIzI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/s-IAHnrfUQk/s320/image200811190014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, this is so cute and funny. Is like a alien meditating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSwIr1_-noI/AAAAAAAAAOI/_NR1A9EO_3A/s1600-h/image200811190013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272598813066829442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSwIr1_-noI/AAAAAAAAAOI/_NR1A9EO_3A/s320/image200811190013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shut up because Jess wants to study hard to pass for examination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSwIrsCOOMI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3wRrBhAHr_g/s1600-h/image200811190012_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272598810391886018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSwIrsCOOMI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3wRrBhAHr_g/s320/image200811190012_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last but not least, I am going to send this to all my friends who will be having birthday....(Joking nia)&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&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/4180413888183960311-2620997156601180787?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/2620997156601180787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=2620997156601180787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/2620997156601180787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/2620997156601180787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2008/11/funny-pictures.html' title='Funny Pictures'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSwJTuZQZBI/AAAAAAAAAPw/FQs-Rr9g_xM/s72-c/image200811200013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-4722505939244564452</id><published>2008-11-23T10:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T10:06:12.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CUTE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSi54vwamTI/AAAAAAAAAN4/6czfareuqLI/s1600-h/DSC02290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271667748380514610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSi54vwamTI/AAAAAAAAAN4/6czfareuqLI/s320/DSC02290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSi5utYHlgI/AAAAAAAAANw/Mj5dyg3Alm4/s1600-h/DSC02290.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Having a baby to look at me in this way when he cannot see me in some position. Do you know how cute he is???OMG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-4722505939244564452?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/4722505939244564452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=4722505939244564452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/4722505939244564452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/4722505939244564452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2008/11/cute.html' title='CUTE!!!!'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSi54vwamTI/AAAAAAAAAN4/6czfareuqLI/s72-c/DSC02290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-4248373116478813972</id><published>2008-11-23T09:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T10:00:47.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madagascar II-Escape Africa</title><content type='html'>It was on Friday where Ben and me went for a movie after several weeks of not watching movies outside. Just to get us some relaxness. This semster is super heavy for Ben where he has to take 4 subjects-Business Law, Statistical Simulation for Actuary and Finance, Pendidikan Moral(sucks subject) and Probability and Statistics II(repeating subject) and this semester lasts only 7 weeks. We have not enough enough time to understand everything, even for the law, I don't really know how deep have we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, let's get back to the topic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I like to move it move it. He likes to move it move it. He likes to move it move it. We like to.....MOVE IT" Haha, the legendary songs in Madagascar. It is nice, funny and of course for the last two important elements--touching and meaningful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dancing is not what a real lion will do. So how does it matter when a lion can't roar? It doesn't mean that you are useless. The thing that matters is whether you want to do it. The lion, Laex in th cartoon has shown us this theory. When the jungle is out of water, it has applied his knowledge learnt in US zoo to save the animals in the jungle. And he did it. Thanks a lot to the stupid lion, Makunga who just know to overpower the others, being a selfish leader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True love has also been shown here. A person who loves you take care and beware of everything you like and do not like,, which implies that he or she understands you well. DO NOt go for people who just look at the outer layer of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is also another lesson I learned from the movie, special. Don't be sad because you are ordinary like others, when you do not have an excellent results, when you have an ordinary outlook, when you have a usual height, just that when you are ordinary in everything. Your true friends who really care about you can recognize you when you are in a big crowd. What you have to do is to appreciate taht particular friend and also not being upset because you find no difference between you and others. There must be something within you where it cannot be found in others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271661907626316562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSi0kxQGUxI/AAAAAAAAANA/YcK4CG6KF6g/s200/madagascar-2-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**MUST GO WATCH THIS MOVIE!!!IT IS HARDOLY NICE!!!**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before I forget, Ben and me went for a lunch-dinner in Carls Jr. I especially love the fries there, there are fat and crispy. We ordered one large set of Cheeseburger with beef. Look at the picture and you could see how giant it is.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271665140533015522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSi3g8xHs-I/AAAAAAAAANo/ztCmBdtZ_Ig/s200/DSC02297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ben's hand is in the picture. Can you see how big the cup is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271662342279277410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSi0-EdcK2I/AAAAAAAAANY/-4ZfVXgWTlU/s200/DSC02295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The burger doesn't look that big, but it is fulfilling.He ate this at 4pm and he never ate anything the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271662348205148098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSi0-aiRx8I/AAAAAAAAANg/QsGTSHMfv4Y/s200/DSC02294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And this fries, they are double the the size of the fires in McDonalds no matter the size of proportion or the size of the fries.&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/4180413888183960311-4248373116478813972?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/4248373116478813972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=4248373116478813972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/4248373116478813972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/4248373116478813972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2008/11/madagascar-ii-escape-africa.html' title='Madagascar II-Escape Africa'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SSi0kxQGUxI/AAAAAAAAANA/YcK4CG6KF6g/s72-c/madagascar-2-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-6433753688636200521</id><published>2008-11-19T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:49:59.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new laptop</title><content type='html'>Wanted for a laptop so much yet but since I didn't need it so I never thought of buying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However nowadays, during this new semester, I especially feel that I need a laptop so much. Furthermore, since the days I started giving tuition, I seldom be in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hence, after talking to mom about buying a notebook, I finally have one now!!!^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a ASUS F8v series. Outlook is just okok, but the technology is advance. Having 3 types of recognition to log into my account, which are the ordinary password, fingerprint logon(which I don't think it is useful for me, since I always cannot get the same fingerprint) and also the latest smartlogon(easy logon with just one look).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am outdated to the computer technology. I was overexcited when I knew that our handphones can actually be the remote control for the computer. Oklar, I am really outdated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, when I discover more things in this notebook, I will report again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-6433753688636200521?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/6433753688636200521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=6433753688636200521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/6433753688636200521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/6433753688636200521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-new-laptop.html' title='My new laptop'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-6541531062255941153</id><published>2008-11-16T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T00:00:37.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;A father tells his son that he is financially tight when at the same time he will be going for an expensive vacation and when his son asks him to buy a laptop for his studies use. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Why on earth a person can go for an expensive vacation when at the same time he is financially tight? There is one thing you call credit card, I know that. Yet does it mean that you don't have to pay back?Does it mean that it could be the reason to excuse youself from being said a not considerating father?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The father has even asked for the child to spend everything in the government loan when the child tries to have a saving of it as a precaution when he cannot pay them back in the future. The father says that there is no need to save now, you only start saving when you are working. How many people really save money even more that the salary given can just merely support his life? Yes, it is right that the child is having a high possibility for getting a Rm3k job, but can the father just diminish the risk of getting a RM 1.3K job by his son??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;It is unacceptable for me. I am really speechless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-6541531062255941153?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/6541531062255941153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=6541531062255941153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/6541531062255941153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/6541531062255941153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2008/11/speechless.html' title='Speechless'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-3977423532470852204</id><published>2008-11-11T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T19:16:15.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss My Hardos.</title><content type='html'>Long since I wrote the last blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I have the time to read almost everyone's blog.&lt;br /&gt;It is tedious anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting on a chair in a cyber cafe located in SS2 Petaling Jaya, if you know, INC.&lt;br /&gt;You must be curious why I am here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, even though you have never asked me anything, the answer is I am waiting for Ben and other coursemates, for their "dato"-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question marks on your head now?oklar, it is Joe Sern's favourite, the frozen throne, which are more familiarly recognized-Dota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MISS YA ALL, hardos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-3977423532470852204?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/3977423532470852204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=3977423532470852204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/3977423532470852204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/3977423532470852204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2008/11/miss-my-hardos.html' title='Miss My Hardos.'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-6561500708246899345</id><published>2008-06-23T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:38:04.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Daughter</title><content type='html'>Complained much after helping mom with her society work,I feel I am so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my whole day for watching tv and then left the studying part for after 9pm program. And then when things start disturbing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throwing blames to others when things are not going right, this is a common human nature. What is even more terrible happens to me, and that is what I should have changed centuries ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-6561500708246899345?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/6561500708246899345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=6561500708246899345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/6561500708246899345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/6561500708246899345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2008/06/bad-daughter.html' title='Bad Daughter'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-7891105923492327894</id><published>2008-05-14T12:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T12:30:15.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failed</title><content type='html'>Applying passport with RM300 just for test,&lt;br /&gt;Paying Rm300++ for a test,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally I failed it....Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U might think I am insane, I have failed my professional paper yet I am laughing right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I have expected that I would not be successful in my test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test is quite easy yet it requires having 23 questions answered correctly over 30 questions given.Sound sarcastic?Well, it is professional paper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-7891105923492327894?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/7891105923492327894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=7891105923492327894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/7891105923492327894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/7891105923492327894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2008/05/failed.html' title='Failed'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-7404273810827139043</id><published>2008-04-17T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:59:02.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures os rose as I promised</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SAchpDZEEAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/OzyHSM58v24/s1600-h/DSC02145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SAchpDZEEAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/OzyHSM58v24/s200/DSC02145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190154084736569346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SAchpTZEEBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/wH39yHiVwJQ/s1600-h/DSC02154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SAchpTZEEBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/wH39yHiVwJQ/s200/DSC02154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190154089031536658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many pictures of the same thing seems bored. so i decided to only put 2 pics here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-7404273810827139043?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/7404273810827139043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=7404273810827139043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/7404273810827139043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/7404273810827139043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2008/04/pictures-os-rose-as-i-promised.html' title='pictures os rose as I promised'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SAchpDZEEAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/OzyHSM58v24/s72-c/DSC02145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-7141889196695146856</id><published>2008-04-17T17:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:59:04.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lao Gong's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;5 days after my birthday is Ben's birthday.I have been with him for 3days. On 12, his aunt treated us to a steakhouse nearby. And on 13, his father treated us to eat in Pizza Hut in Metro Prima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And then on 14, it is the biggest. I came to his house at 8am in the morning. After sleeping for few hours again, I asked him to go get my purse from my bag. Purposely want to give him a surprise by asking him to take the present himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So this is the card and the gift. Since his wallet looks kiddy, so I think it is time to buy one for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SAcVWDZED1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/u5g3z32COZE/s1600-h/IMG_0731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SAcVWDZED1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/u5g3z32COZE/s200/IMG_0731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190140564179521362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SAcY6DZED_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/F9kXxxYU2eM/s1600-h/IMG_0732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SAcY6DZED_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/F9kXxxYU2eM/s200/IMG_0732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190144481189695474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SAcVWjZED3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/KZBnDH17S88/s1600-h/IMG_0733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SAcVWjZED3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/KZBnDH17S88/s200/IMG_0733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190140572769455986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SAcVWzZED4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/_xmw5WfCmko/s1600-h/IMG_0734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SAcVWzZED4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/_xmw5WfCmko/s200/IMG_0734.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190140577064423298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SAcVXTZED5I/AAAAAAAAAII/mTyFd2OGRzo/s1600-h/IMG_0735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SAcVXTZED5I/AAAAAAAAAII/mTyFd2OGRzo/s200/IMG_0735.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190140585654357906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SAcXADZED6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4x0yaBlgL8U/s1600-h/IMG_0736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SAcXADZED6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4x0yaBlgL8U/s200/IMG_0736.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190142385245654946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting the present I think he feels that's the end. No more surprises. Then we headed to The Curve for a movie. At first decided to watch Shutter but since there was only one show at 5pm and we had to headed back for dinner, so then we watched 27Dresses(it is nice for girls who hope to be loved)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SAcXBDZED8I/AAAAAAAAAIg/VT07NOBGAhs/s1600-h/IMG_0741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SAcXBDZED8I/AAAAAAAAAIg/VT07NOBGAhs/s200/IMG_0741.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190142402425524162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Picture taken in Kim Gary The Curve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After that headed back to my house, I purposely put the cake into the oven and brought it to Ben's house. (We need the small oven for chicken)&lt;br /&gt;The whole process from my house, to his car and then to his house, he never knew there exist a cake which was delivered so until I told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was even more funny. he looked at the cake and asked from where we bought the cake because it is full of chocolate on top. No one answered him and he thought we didn't want him to know this.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SAcXAjZED7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/1ru2dTUX_-w/s1600-h/IMG_0739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SAcXAjZED7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/1ru2dTUX_-w/s200/IMG_0739.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190142393835589554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My first made cake. Black Forest. Erm...It is not very nice, looks a bit messy. Hope I can make a better one next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SAcXBzZED-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/CIK-MVYdmxI/s1600-h/IMG_0745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SAcXBzZED-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/CIK-MVYdmxI/s200/IMG_0745.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190142415310426082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-7141889196695146856?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/7141889196695146856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=7141889196695146856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/7141889196695146856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/7141889196695146856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2008/04/lao-gongs-birthday.html' title='Lao Gong&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SAcVWDZED1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/u5g3z32COZE/s72-c/IMG_0731.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-248694411619641120</id><published>2008-04-17T16:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:59:05.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 20th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;20 years old seems old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Well, to many others who are elder, this is young. Yet, the feeling is, the digit jumps from 1 to 2, so it takes some times to overcome this feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Well, this year's birthday isn't any bad one, I had it with Ben(he asks me to call him husband) and my other coursemates, in RedBox The Curve.The only sad part is I miss out my best best hardos and sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;15 people, but guess what?We actually divided into 2 rooms...haha...Yup, for sure a big crowd is gonna be fun, but we care more about the benefits, you want 4 mics or 6 mics?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Erm...there is only a gift, from Ben, a Nike jacket(I think that costs around RM200) but having lots of wishes from friends already worth thousand words, especially with Kavi purposely phoned me from Aus to wish me Happy Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SAcPgDZEDyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lsE5Q8DVZ8A/s1600-h/DSC00446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SAcPgDZEDyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lsE5Q8DVZ8A/s200/DSC00446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190134138908446498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the girl beside me is having her birthday also. so the coursemates celebrated our birthday together&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SAcPgTZEDzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/cQT6D5q_-AI/s1600-h/DSC02174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SAcPgTZEDzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/cQT6D5q_-AI/s200/DSC02174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190134143203413810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sze Chyin, you guys have seen her in my blog. And Jaclyn, The girl whom I always like to disturb&lt;br /&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/_fwPdSw77xjU/SAcPgjZED0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/aoJMOH5tZiQ/s1600-h/SP_A0699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SAcPgjZED0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/aoJMOH5tZiQ/s200/SP_A0699.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190134147498381122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;haha&gt;Ben and me, this was taken spontaneously&lt;/haha&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;haha&gt;&lt;/haha&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;haha&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/haha&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-248694411619641120?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/248694411619641120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=248694411619641120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/248694411619641120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/248694411619641120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-20th-birthday.html' title='My 20th Birthday'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/SAcPgDZEDyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lsE5Q8DVZ8A/s72-c/DSC00446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-6397947011723310909</id><published>2008-02-14T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T16:59:12.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It is on 13 of February. It is nothing special, or, it is the day before Valentine's Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;13 of February 2008 is a very special and memorable day to me. It is my first Valentine's Day celebrated, it is the first time I received rose, it is the first time I had a romantic lunch, it is also the first time I listened to the words "I Love You"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It is sweet, so sweet, sweeter than sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;                              and lovable than teddy bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;On this 14 of February Ben and me are having class till 5pm and this night both of us will be cleberating "Tie Gong Dan", which is the most important day for Hokkien during Chinese New Year. Thus we decided to bring forward the celebration for Valentine's Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Please bear with me to say this one more time,  the feel is very nice to receive rose from the boyfriend, especially during Valentine's Day, well, although this is not the actual Valentine's Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Getting everyone to look at you when you are the only girl holding the flower is a pride, it shows everyone your happiness, hope that strangers are wishing for your happiness too~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*Post the pictures of roses on my next update yah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-6397947011723310909?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/6397947011723310909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=6397947011723310909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/6397947011723310909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/6397947011723310909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-is-on-13-of-february.html' title='1st Valentine'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-5509159567242263069</id><published>2007-11-14T18:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:00:22.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foooooo</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, back for the blog, and back for u guys too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing I want to say, it is not all my fault that I have taken a long time for my next blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was unable to log in into BlogSpot all this while until the opriginal modemwas spoilt dun to lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report myself to everyone right now.&lt;br /&gt;Kavi and Chien should know this quite well already I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed Intermediate Calculus in my second semester this year andI am retaking it during this three months break.People are enjoying their holiday or maybe earning money right now yet I have to suffer for another few weeks, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I never understand why I will fail my supplementary paper, incase I never get a C, I should have at least got a D. Maybe the examiner made a mistake in marking my paper, but yet, whatsoever lar, I am already retaking it, it doesn't matter much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I am also working part time at Vincci in Ikano Power Centre, get a lot to know how is the way poeple buy shoes, get the way to know who are those rude and rough workers who show irritating face to customers. Can't they think from the customers' side?What if they are also treated in the same way when they are buying things??OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, the next thing coming up, it is usual that in November that a lot of people will be having their birthday, being wished Happy Birthday. May brother, Joe Sern, Fanny, Ru Jih, in a continuous days I will have to speak thes two words also.&lt;br /&gt;But well, as usual, if you never accept any these two words from me, please forgive me, I always forget people's birthday.I am very sorry to all those whom I never wished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how is everyone doing right there?How are the hardos?How are my St. Marian sisters??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the end of the blog this time, if it is not interesting, please forgive me again ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-5509159567242263069?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/5509159567242263069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=5509159567242263069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/5509159567242263069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/5509159567242263069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2007/11/hey-guys-back-for-blog-and-back-for-u.html' title='Foooooo'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-4461366710498352303</id><published>2007-09-06T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:59:05.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardos Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Was having fun with hardos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It was on Monday, when Vi, Kien Seng, Sean, Joe, Anne, Wun and me were free for an hardo outing. I actually wish to see more hardos, miss ya lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;First plan was a movie, wanted to watch Black Sheep, yet it was not on screen in TGV Sunway Pyramid. Ended up we watched The Invasion. One thing that I never voiced out that day, I had actually watched The Invasion, with Ben few days back. Why I didn't say anything?Because I had watched most of the movies there, lol, :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Oh yah, before I forget, on the way to cinema I actually took a picture of Sean's and Vi's pretty hips as.... erm... a memory or scratch of us being there.(The idea came from Vi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RuATxjuxwAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/k8_gLyoRpbI/s1600-h/DSC01520.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107103719564099586" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RuATxjuxwAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/k8_gLyoRpbI/s200/DSC01520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;So after the movie, the whole bunch went for bowling, I scored the lowest every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And then Joe and Vi was fighting for the 1st runner up.(Champion lar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;ea&lt;/span&gt;n played pretty well too, and he is still a joker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Then Kien Seng becomes more ganas. The 12 kg ball on his hand seems a lil too lite, the ball rolled extremely super hardo fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;On the way back, there were 7 peoples sitting in Vi's mini Kelisa. No one dares to let me to sit on him, that's why Kien Seng kept on shouting in the car when crossing every bump and rough roads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Thought of the day(from the outing): After long time not seeing each other, we seem to have less topics. Maybe it just happened to me, when I did not have enough time with Hardos, especially Wun and Anne&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/4180413888183960311-4461366710498352303?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/4461366710498352303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=4461366710498352303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/4461366710498352303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/4461366710498352303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2007/09/was-having-fun-with-hardos-it-was-on.html' title='Hardos Outing'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RuATxjuxwAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/k8_gLyoRpbI/s72-c/DSC01520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-1190050847882051064</id><published>2007-08-31T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T01:18:23.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hey Hey Hey, Everyone, I'm back....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I was having a big trouble with my computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The story starts so, I was using the computer and I went out with Ben for .......(couldn't remember the purpose I went out d)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;A few hours then, I came back to visit this computer again. What the fuck, why it never switched on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;One week later, I took to for repair. Result: motherboard spoilt, need to get warranty. Period: AT LEAST 3 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ok, never mind, so I just wait. Just have to blame myself that I never intend to switch off the computer while neglecting the impact of lightning storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So, before I forget, the time when this computer spoilt was when my new semester started not long ago, and now, I almost end this semester, and this is only the time I have the chance to update my blog. SO you can imagine how long does the warranty took. If I never went to the shop to complain about their service not taking my request for granted, I think this repair will take even longer time, it can be extended to half year I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Okk, back to this blog right now. So, Merdeka Day. Any plan? My damn stupid weird holiday is driving me crazy that I can't find a really good chance to have outing with Hardos. Miss you guys too much!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-1190050847882051064?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/1190050847882051064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=1190050847882051064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/1190050847882051064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/1190050847882051064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-hey-hey-everyone-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-6192404203099011351</id><published>2007-05-26T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T21:31:44.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boons of working</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Just a bunch of bullshit right here maybe....but this really makes me grow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ok, erm...this is not to offence anyone....but seriously I think working while studying really benefits the person a lot lot...hardo lot...forget this if you are hardoly busy with studies, assignments and exams....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1st thing, I get to brush up my communication skill...I have to face a lot of people, all kinds of people with all kinds of attitudes...so I have a better idea in getting the way to talk to weird people....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2nd, I can guess what people is thinking from their eyes, movement....how to catch a person attention....so I will handle my customers better in the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3rd, I get more experience than others who are not working....I will be better in coping with difficulties...no just simply saying commite suicide and giving up...actually that is a thing called ignoring your feeling...For instance, when a guy lose in getting a girl's heart with another guy, he will feel down, some lar...I mean some only, part of it because that he can't let go his feeling that he loses in a war, and part of it because he likes the girl, that's so easy...when he ignores his feeling, he will feel better...just like when someone tells you something that really hurts you, just pretend that you never listen to it, and you'll feel better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4th, because of working, and I get lots more of experience, I am better in working in the future when I graduate.I get to learn the world faster also.A lot of things which are unexpected are actually happening and present in our life.Aren't these true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-6192404203099011351?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/6192404203099011351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=6192404203099011351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/6192404203099011351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/6192404203099011351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2007/05/boons-of-working.html' title='Boons of working'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-3906999692635067827</id><published>2007-05-25T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T18:46:13.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is hard to change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sigh, people never change their attitude....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It has been two years....n the thing still goes non stop....when will it end....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well...for some people, jealousy is over everything....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Does everyone agree that being almost perfect is not wrong?Oklar...not almost perfect but very good...erm...HIGH SELF ESTEEM leads to HIGH CONFIDENT...hahahahahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hope you guys agree with my idea, being very good is not wrong...erm...but there are people who couldn't accept people who do everything better than them....Does this sounds childish?Kiddy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This is the fact of life that we have to face difficulties in life....I'm glad that I'm having a great bunch of friends who believe me for who I am, not believing me for whom I am being described....(Hey, Vi, you should be glad that you have me....hahahhahahha...oklar...have everyone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And for those who understand me by how I was and how I am being pictured....forgive them...we are just not fated to be friends....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyone remember I put "can't wait to go out with Dear Dear" as my personal message?You guys must be thinking Dear Dear = Ben....Wait, and stop thinking that way...you are wrong...Dear Dear means one of my best friends--&gt;WinShi, surprised?Special??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-3906999692635067827?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/3906999692635067827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=3906999692635067827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/3906999692635067827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/3906999692635067827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-is-hard-to-change.html' title='It is hard to change'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-1685140846484102693</id><published>2007-04-27T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:59:06.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Shopping Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Another day of shopping yet this is one that is special 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It was just after Business Accounting I finam examination yet we were not on the purpose to reach home as early as possible to have a rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;After the lunch we went for Mid Valley Megamall(just thought of Mr. Tsung's lame joke) again. Well, the car park was almost full loaded.(We did not realize that this is any important public holiday since a lot of people are working, even more we were having exam)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Went for a movie first, Spirit of a Victim(Hey everyone, watch it, you will love it especially you are one who likes horror movies, the heroin is beautiful, she looks like the mix of Shu Qi and Amber Chia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Then started headed for Padini for the clothes we aimed earlier. Guess what?We tested the clothes inside there for around 1 hour and ended up each of us bought 2 same clothes.(Actually we took photos inside there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*Even more Fanny went to ask the worker from HSBC booth for credit card since we were able to get 20% off*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RjG_pLzMWnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/j_hGe75PInE/s1600-h/DSC00904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058034570776828530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RjG_pLzMWnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/j_hGe75PInE/s200/DSC00904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RjG_pbzMWoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zGUflA-LQ1c/s1600-h/DSC00907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058034575071795842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RjG_pbzMWoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zGUflA-LQ1c/s200/DSC00907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sze Chyin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RjG_p7zMWpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_eiPM-Glmyw/s1600-h/DSC00909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058034583661730450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RjG_p7zMWpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_eiPM-Glmyw/s200/DSC00909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Fanny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RjG_p7zMWqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/yymN0iK0VN4/s1600-h/DSC00924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058034583661730466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RjG_p7zMWqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/yymN0iK0VN4/s200/DSC00924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ben says this look like 0, 1 and 2, Why 0?Cz my face looks like a zero.*&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RjG_qLzMWrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0Nl2-Nqxph0/s1600-h/DSC00919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058034587956697778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RjG_qLzMWrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0Nl2-Nqxph0/s200/DSC00919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;There were only 3 girls in the fitting room but who took these beautiful pictures? Ben did it yet don't worry, we didn't change in front of him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Remark:I realize that I reach home much more later than I was in Taylor's previously after I join UTAR and with this bunch of friends.*shake head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-1685140846484102693?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/1685140846484102693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=1685140846484102693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/1685140846484102693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/1685140846484102693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2007/04/crazy-shopping-day.html' title='Crazy Shopping Day'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RjG_pLzMWnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/j_hGe75PInE/s72-c/DSC00904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-1516721782099702082</id><published>2007-04-17T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T01:49:47.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben's celebration(with coursemates)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Let's talk about Ben's birthday celebration now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Erm..it was too rushy, so I did not take any pictures.Pictures are still with Pei Sim, our coursemate, whom I have polluted with my craziness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So, it was a Thursday that we had our last Introductory Calculus and DM lectures. I purposely drove car to uni that day, just to get all there, in Johnny's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Everything was planned so well on the previous day that we finally failed it, part of it due to Ben was too alert.(Can't you be a bit stupid for one time???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This is how we failed the surprise:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ben saw some of the friends in King's. He called to ask where were everyone and where we planned to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;**First hint**&lt;/span&gt;I was the foolish that did not know how to lie.I said: They aksed us to have a walk 1st. Let's go to Digimall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ben was laughing seriously because I was a bad lier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I was trying to give lots of excuses to make him trust me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;**Another hint for him**&lt;/span&gt;We came out from DIgimall and we saw Fanny and others. Ben saw Fanny kept away from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;**The next hint**&lt;/span&gt;On the way to Johnny's, Ben saw Sze Chyin and saw she kept away from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;In Johnny's, I was trying to give excuses again, telling everyone that he thought I was lying to him. Yet he was not fooled.(Urghh!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Fanny brought out a muffin and claimed that that was his birthday cake. Ben himself asked the waiter to bring out the cake(Hey, please don't be so smart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Finally it was a celebration for Ben and me.(I really didn't know about this at first)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Took some pictures and back to uni for class.That's the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-1516721782099702082?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/1516721782099702082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=1516721782099702082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/1516721782099702082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/1516721782099702082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2007/04/bens-celebrationwith-coursemates.html' title='Ben&apos;s celebration(with coursemates)'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-6324909463670440102</id><published>2007-04-17T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:59:08.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Monday--9th April--My Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A tiny little celebration was done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I reached uni at 6.30am, studied for Discrete Mathematics with Ben.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8am-Introductory Calculus was on. It was almost the last lecture I guessed. At least the whole syllabus was finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Half way during the class, I think it was around 9.45am, I was angry with Ben(due to jealousy), well, I think I was not wrong for being jealous.(Ok, half wrong half right*what kind of English is this???*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ben was so worried, thinking of what he did that made me so frustrated.(I was jealous that a girl whispered with him*this was not the first time*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Trying to apologize for the rest of the class yet I didn't bother him nor the girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;10am--DM(Discrete Maths) test started. I started to worry. Will I affect his test?Oh shit, it was a wrong time to change my mood so drastically! *Praying: Please Ben, don't let me jeapodize your test!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;11am--Test ended.I passed a stapler to Ben, made sure that he clipped his paper in the same time signalled him that I still care about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;11.05am--I was about to reach the washroom. Ben came out and pulled me aside. Issued out a lot of facts, asking for forgiving. With tears, I forgived him for his words:"I didn't hug her also, I can only hug you lar, ok?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;11.10am--The girl came out and wished me Happy Birthday.(Actually they were whispering on how to recelebrate my birthday on the second day. Yah, I was being too jealous)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;11.15am--I apologized to the girl(Was thinking: Do I need to apologize since she already know that I get angry not just because of today?. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;At the mamak stall--The girl cried. (I knew it after we left the mamak stall).(Thought: Was it my fault that she cried?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Left the mamak stall and Fanny, Ben and I reached for Sunway Pyramid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;On the way(after Fanny borrowed gloves and socks)--We were like zombie, hanging gloves, cloth and socks all over the windows. *Outsiders may think that: which country are they from??*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Reaching the carpark of Sunway Pyramid--Fanny's car's side mirror knocked at the Touch N Go machine because we were laughing during the whole tour and Fanny was unable to see the Touch N Go Machine.*Please don't laugh till you drop on the floor*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;In Sunway Pyramid--(Looking at the Ice Skating court)So few people, and we were such a small gang, It won't be fun if we skate, right? Our hearts were like "He loves me.He loves me not"(What a bad comparison).Resulting in changing initial plan to KTV session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7pm--Sang for 4hours in RedBox and Shee Ling came to join us. I got a pair of earring from her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ate in Kim Gary.Yummy Cheezy Curry Fried Fish Fillet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;9pm-Shee Ling bought me a Yam Cake(Price: RM20) from Bread Story. I love you, Shee Ling!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Not satisfied with the day, we had a drink in a restaurant.Ben paid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;End of the day--Shee Ling fetched Ben and me back home.(It was 11pm at night.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Remark: The time stated was not the exact time. Please don't sue me if the time was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Some pictures took in Redbox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RiOlK24bCwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/pldA_OIXcyo/s1600-h/DSC00855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054064812789271298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RiOlK24bCwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/pldA_OIXcyo/s200/DSC00855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RiOlLG4bCxI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OyvLEIumRk0/s1600-h/DSC00856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054064817084238610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RiOlLG4bCxI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OyvLEIumRk0/s200/DSC00856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RiOlLm4bCyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/aDqPW9muuM0/s1600-h/DSC00857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054064825674173218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RiOlLm4bCyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/aDqPW9muuM0/s200/DSC00857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RiOlL24bCzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sJbn6RJKkaY/s1600-h/DSC00858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054064829969140530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RiOlL24bCzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sJbn6RJKkaY/s200/DSC00858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RiOlMG4bC0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/T04AuVFsI7A/s1600-h/DSC00860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054064834264107842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RiOlMG4bC0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/T04AuVFsI7A/s200/DSC00860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-6324909463670440102?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/6324909463670440102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=6324909463670440102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/6324909463670440102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/6324909463670440102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2007/04/birthday-celebration.html' title='Birthday Celebration'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RiOlK24bCwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/pldA_OIXcyo/s72-c/DSC00855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-206507279064714408</id><published>2007-04-07T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:59:08.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday presents</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HihiHaha, my birthday coming soon. I think without celebration also I will feel very glad...but of course thanks to all the friends who remember my birthday and wish me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;On thursday(5/4/2007), Ben, Fanny, Pei Sim and me went to Mid Valley together. Ben asked me to choose a bag...yet I didn't know what was the purpose for him to do that. So didn't bother so much...just went to have a look, but then never feel that those bags are nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Till the time we took ktm back home, Ben was kinda pissed off, because he was out of idea of what present to be bought for me. Got no choice, so he told me that he wanted to buy a bag for me lor...said that initially he wanted to give me a surprise....but then failed because he did not have time to buy me present d.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So on Friday which was yesterday we went to 1 Utama to buy my present. I chose a white colour bag from Extreme that cost RM59.90.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RheY4WgOjwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7ahaW1YrJqM/s1600-h/DSC00826.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050673601000148738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RheY4WgOjwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7ahaW1YrJqM/s200/DSC00826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This is the bag.(But I think I'm going to change it to a black colour one, since my mom said that it might get dirty easily). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;On the same day we also took some photos in Wong Kok Restaurant because I want to use one of those photos to make his present. Haha, he thought that I want to make him a photo frame so temporarily I have to lie to him that his answer is correct. Hope the necklace can give him a great surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RheaOGgOjxI/AAAAAAAAAFY/96-WKk4gawU/s1600-h/DSC00760.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050675074173931282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RheaOGgOjxI/AAAAAAAAAFY/96-WKk4gawU/s200/DSC00760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RheaOmgOjyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/VBAWphi03xs/s1600-h/DSC00762.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050675082763865890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RheaOmgOjyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/VBAWphi03xs/s200/DSC00762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Some of the pictures we took on Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RheaO2gOjzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dvUxPkDvEGQ/s1600-h/DSC00827.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050675087058833202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RheaO2gOjzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dvUxPkDvEGQ/s200/DSC00827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The back of the necklace plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RheaPWgOj0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/emqlRhT2s9A/s1600-h/DSC00828.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050675095648767810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RheaPWgOj0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/emqlRhT2s9A/s200/DSC00828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The front of the necklace. It is the same as the 1st photo I showed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hope that this really enlighten his birthday this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-206507279064714408?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/206507279064714408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=206507279064714408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/206507279064714408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/206507279064714408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2007/04/birthday-presents.html' title='Birthday presents'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RheY4WgOjwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7ahaW1YrJqM/s72-c/DSC00826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-7855777859504906002</id><published>2007-03-27T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T23:30:36.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;This is to continue the game of taggerizing one another which was passed from Joe in February.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Be ready to know more about me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;RULEZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end,u need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that,leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(Out of idea in tagging friends now.Can I just tag 3 people?)People i tagged:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. Elaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. Shuk Ling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. Magdalene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MY SECRET FACTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. I hate crocodiles. I hate them a lot a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Why?Simply because they are ugly. And of course, they tell me that they are evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What kind of good hunter is that? To hide themselves in the water, acting like a stone, and when the prey reach, they just open their big mouths to attack the prey. Not even you are called brave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. I am afraid of ghost. Ghost movies especially.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Even a haunted story, which is not scary, able to give me nightmare for 1-2 days, causing me afraid to close my eyes when I am taking bath....Ok, enemy, please don't do this to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. I love babies. Any babies will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;AS long as the baby is not ugly(haha, still must mention the look 1st, OMG, I'm bad), I'm able to play with them...Just love it when they are around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Do you guys know that I worked in IKEA, Small Land before...I saw lot os different of kids right there....Whites, Blacks, Chinese, Malays, Indians...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Guess what?Most kids love Powerpuff Girls, both boys and girls love them.  And kids love shouting too....kakaka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. I love Doraemon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Isn't Doraemon cute and unique? It is short and fat and round, just like me, as someone may say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It is so special that it has everything we imagined to have when we were kids... the stomach in his pocket is so useful,anything can just be stuffed inside. Yah, one more, he has no ears, but he can hear what people says. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Besides that, he is also very responsible and helpful to solve the problem that Nobita caused. Last but not least, he loves eating, just like me....kakaka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5. I love singing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You might not think that I actually have the intention to join Project Superstar, Astro Talent Quest all those competitions....I just love to sing...yet the skill is still bad :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;WEIRD THINGS ABOUT ME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. I love playing with my hair. In all kind of situation.&lt;br /&gt;As long as the situation allows, for example, when I'm not styling my hair...I will just twist my hair, then straighten them, comb them with my fingers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. I'm super duper emotional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I think my mood change  faster than the weather....(so the phrase girls' mood is like teh changing of weather does not apply to me). I can just be laughing right now, and few seconds later you may see that I'm in depression. Want to know how is this? Look at me when I get back my results with bad grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. I'm having high self esteem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I love taking pictures of myself, admiring myself on the mirror,more than hours if I'm free :p of course, please don't mention my body shape....I know it looks like Doraemon's 1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-7855777859504906002?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/7855777859504906002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=7855777859504906002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/7855777859504906002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/7855777859504906002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2007/03/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-8593711697730192038</id><published>2007-03-24T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:59:09.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Movies Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/Rgk5e4hJgXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/6Fu2WzEvHnU/s1600-h/DSC00521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046628060175630706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/Rgk5e4hJgXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/6Fu2WzEvHnU/s200/DSC00521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/Rgk5fYhJgYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/hq7mCqPGSRg/s1600-h/DSC00583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046628068765565314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/Rgk5fYhJgYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/hq7mCqPGSRg/s200/DSC00583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;**I made some mistakes, there were not only 3 times that we had been in a cinema. It should be four time. Now I'm editting the first time.And also, now is the right time to put in pic of Ben and me**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It has been 1 month and 6 days(And I am sick for taking too much Belacan while not drinking enough water) that Ben and I have been together ( counting these days alsmot everyday makes me feel that time passes very slowly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a great day. I went out with the UTAR gang, not forgetting 2 friends who are the friend's friends. Seriously, I enjoy more each time having the chance to watch movie with Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I still remember that morning, Ben came to my house to do Basic Professional Writing assignment, which is writing of memorandum. Quite fast we finished it. So we instantly planned for an outing in Times Square, since his friend had already made a date with him in his company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The movie was Blood Diamond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It was so meaningful that it tells us about the life in Africa, the place with lots of priceless diamond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well, just because of diamond, the same race was able to kill each other. The so called group, RUF was working for the whites to obtain their diamond. Kids were also trained to use gun, to kill, to rape, to threaten people. Even a son who was brought to the RUF had almost killed father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Loves diamond is not a sin. Obtain diamond by taking thousand of lives is a sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And the other important thing is, Ben knew that I did not take lunch before we went out. He brought me to The Chicken Rice SHop to eat even we were late for the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And on the way back home, in the monorail, it was tto packed inside. Ben hugged me tight , made sure that I would not fell down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The second time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ghost Rider, there was the day when Ben and I started our relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ghost Rider was quite nice, yet it seems like the Ghost Rider has great power, he just easily killed those devils. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;* Next time when you see someone is getting on his own nerve, call him Ghost Rider lar, since he will be burning in his heart :p*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The third time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The Haunted Spirit....arghh, really, I don't suggest anyone to watch it, because it is really lame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Erhem, but I enjoyed it when Ben calmed me down when I look at the haunted spirit's scary face. Being in his arm was warm and sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The fourth time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was yesterday, we watched Mr Bean's Holiday...&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, a funny one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Not forgetting one thing, I was extremely excited in the cinema yesterday. I laughed and fooled around with Fanny, and then we were scolded from the people from the front seat because we were too noisy ( Actually we splitted some Coke to him when Fanny took out the straw from my cup)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You will really laugh from the starting till the end of the movie. It isn't like any series showned in the screen where you will hear someone laughing in the movie, but what Mr Bean did was just very lame. This time you will really laugh at what he did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*Possibly you may hear some funny laughing tone in the cinema too*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Erm, my story now, yesterday Ben and me hold hands while watching movie. (I'm happy!I'm happy!I'm happy! --&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*almost getting crazy*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh yah, before I forget, i took some pictures with Ben these few days. You might feel that it is nothing special to talk about taking photo with the loved one but I just can't describe the feeling. I feel like we are moving further, to a better future.&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/4180413888183960311-8593711697730192038?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/8593711697730192038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=8593711697730192038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/8593711697730192038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/8593711697730192038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-movies-moments.html' title='Happy Movies Moments'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/Rgk5e4hJgXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/6Fu2WzEvHnU/s72-c/DSC00521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-7282768990354176705</id><published>2007-03-20T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:59:09.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HighScore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Haha, congrats me for being the topscorer...wel...although it is not for any important subject, just a lowzy game that test how fast ur mind can go....It's isn't easy to pass yourself till level 10...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/Rf-yL-ASmLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/eVm8ywfj2t0/s1600-h/highscore.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043946026370767026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/Rf-yL-ASmLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/eVm8ywfj2t0/s200/highscore.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well, still, just craps :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-7282768990354176705?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/7282768990354176705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=7282768990354176705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/7282768990354176705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/7282768990354176705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2007/03/highscore.html' title='HighScore'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/Rf-yL-ASmLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/eVm8ywfj2t0/s72-c/highscore.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-2066271386495658726</id><published>2007-03-18T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T22:24:04.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Should I be prepared to be hurt?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or should I be prepared to face a challenge?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'not sure whether I made a mistake, for that I made the decision too fast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I choose to give up or shut down the whole thing right now, it's unfair to him. Furthermore, if I really want to do so, I might just not consider to start it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yah, when the things don't happen, I can really think rationally but not when the incident is really happening. I was not stable with my decision made initially.Yah, I should say I am a very shaky person. Even more I doubt that would this relationship be a shaky one. How long will it last?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always hoping to carry on a relationship that is going to last till the end of my life or else in future I will not consider anything in love.Yet, think again, will this really going to happen?Are you really going to just not get involved in any relationship again?No one knows and less than 1% of the friends around will believe. I should say that I'm very childish and also very stupid in managing my relationship.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Should I really hold on the principle as what others say?The principle that is suitable for my age, just go on with the relationship and bear with it as anything happen in the same time not thinking about marriage or relationship for marriage.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It may be a harsh way to go if this relationship is going to be carried on to the end of our life. Things change all the time especially in this long period of time, especially after facing a lot of obstacles and people in the future, who knows that 1 day both of us might just fall for another person, this is how I was told. Recalling back, why I never asked for such opinion before 16 of Feb?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now what I can do is to put hopes but not too much hope, think positively but not thinking that it is a reality, believe in it but believe in it too much. Arghh, I'm just like being hanged in the middle, unable to die either unable to get freedom.Arghh, who asks me to take this decision?So I have to bear with the consequences.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yet, still, I need prayings and wished from all, thanks!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-2066271386495658726?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/2066271386495658726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=2066271386495658726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/2066271386495658726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/2066271386495658726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2007/03/should-i-be-prepared-to-be-hurt-or.html' title=''/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-8101304457401296916</id><published>2007-03-15T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T22:24:59.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow will be the one month anniversary for Ben and me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, seriously, I was thinking too much, worrying that Ben's love towards me will not last long, really, I thought too much. Yet, I just couldn't help myself not to think so much due to my previous relationship and the number of girlfriends he had in the past. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Praying hard for:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Last long relationship with Ben&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Getting good results in every exam and tests&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-8101304457401296916?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/8101304457401296916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=8101304457401296916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/8101304457401296916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/8101304457401296916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2007/03/tomorrow-will-be-one-month-anniversary.html' title=''/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-7145106031653113901</id><published>2007-03-12T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T22:25:22.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hahahaha, so glad that I have finished modifying my blog after 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you want to right click, "Jeslene's Copyright" approaches you.&lt;br /&gt;That's because most of the things inside there is from me myself, mentioning on the background with Jay inside and also my personally created logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have the mood to study already :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-7145106031653113901?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/7145106031653113901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=7145106031653113901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/7145106031653113901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/7145106031653113901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2007/03/hahahaha-so-glad-that-i-have-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-8423396379390368</id><published>2007-03-10T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:59:09.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Shall ya give an applause to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;For that I have just cut a new hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;A bit of punk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;A bit of girlish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;A bit of messy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;A bit of not-so-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Hehe, just to shout that I have just cut a new hairstyle, a bit expensive but I like it a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;In the future you gonna see me in waxed hair...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Please don't be stingy to give your comment~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RfKMDwST8nI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QLkontDjCzk/s1600-h/DSC00450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040244929110209138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RfKMDwST8nI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QLkontDjCzk/s200/DSC00450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-8423396379390368?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/8423396379390368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=8423396379390368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/8423396379390368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/8423396379390368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2007/03/shall-ya-give-applause-to-me-for-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RfKMDwST8nI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QLkontDjCzk/s72-c/DSC00450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-2071497093170460589</id><published>2007-03-03T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T15:44:04.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;16 of Feb 2007, a seed was planted-The seed of relationship between Benjamin Choo and Jeslene Tan.Jess prayed for the relationship to grow stronger and stronger and also last long forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Today, 3 of March 2007, 15 days passed.The plant is growing stronger now, after passing through some harsh weather-accident and Jess's bad mood. Ben motivated Jess when she needed it and left her alone when she was bad mood, just the way Jess wanted her man to treat her. Jess still worries about how long will this seed grow, yet in the same time putting high hope that it will live and grow forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Jess wishes to be at Ben's side everyday, every hour, every minute, every second. However she understands that there needs a space for each other, she controls herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Jess appreciates Ben a lot, for his caring, his love and all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;As the seed is growing stronger and stronger, Jess again hope for the seed to grow for more than 100 years, 36500 days and in the same time, wishing for wishes from all angels from her side.&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/4180413888183960311-2071497093170460589?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/2071497093170460589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=2071497093170460589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/2071497093170460589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/2071497093170460589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2007/03/16-of-feb-2007-seed-was-planted-seed-of.html' title=''/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-589213037909506644</id><published>2007-03-03T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:59:10.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh gosh, I stil forget to post a blog for my tag from Joe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yet I still don't know what to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, a bad week for me.Cried twice in a week.Is it true like what Chandran's friend said, my bad luck will follow me until my 19th birthday is over??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;First of all, take a look at my lovely Toyota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RekYkeOG0AI/AAAAAAAAAEI/EbP94etjZFU/s1600-h/DSC00368.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RekYkOOGz_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UkYFy408GwA/s1600-h/DSC00377.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037584668762230770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RekYkOOGz_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UkYFy408GwA/s200/DSC00377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;What happen to it?Yah, U're right, it is spoilt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stupid damn Renault SCENIC that was drove by an Indian worker, named Vinayagan A/L Kannan, who worked in Renault Service Centre, knocked on my car when his car approached from the back when I was at corner of the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RekYj-OGz-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/CY5IrdcI5P0/s1600-h/DSC00375.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037584664467263458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RekYj-OGz-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/CY5IrdcI5P0/s200/DSC00375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Renault Service Centre which is located at Jalan 13/2, Petaling Jaya. A worker from there spoilt my car and he is free neither for punishment nor fine and saman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RekYIeOGz9I/AAAAAAAAADw/yuduQ0hXpsI/s1600-h/DSC00374.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037584192020860882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RekYIeOGz9I/AAAAAAAAADw/yuduQ0hXpsI/s200/DSC00374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;At this road u can see, I was at the back of the Wira shown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;My lamp,bumper and mudguard, all are spoilt.All thanks to the stupid fella and very much to his Indian heads who tried to overturn the whole story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;End up resulting in not getting to saman them and claimed Renault's insurance to repair my car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RekYkeOG0AI/AAAAAAAAAEI/EbP94etjZFU/s1600-h/DSC00368.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037584673057198082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RekYkeOG0AI/AAAAAAAAAEI/EbP94etjZFU/s200/DSC00368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RekYkuOG0BI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hKAGWxwU4jw/s1600-h/DSC00369.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037584677352165394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RekYkuOG0BI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hKAGWxwU4jw/s200/DSC00369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Now look at the car's condition, Perfectly fine, like no scratch, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I was the one girl, there are at least 3 of them working together to cover the problem.How smart they were to polish and wash the car straight away after the accident and then came out to have a discussion with me after 20 minutes. Yah, Renault did a great job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What was the bad thing next? I got a saman which stated that I made a double parking, haha, which was perfectly out of the story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Still want to know how good Renault overturned the story?Vinayagan mentioned that I revered the car.After I explained, he said I parked my car there...hahaha...fuuny enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, luckily I met Chandran when I went back to UTAR to search for the unknown guard as witness. He was like calling the whole bunch of people who are able to deal with police to help me. Thanks a lot Chandran for helping me so much to cancel my saman and waited for whole day long until my trouble solved. For this, I should thank God for sending me an angel.Thanks a lot also to those who supported me, my father, my mother, Chandran's friends who helped me and Benjamin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Renault, I will remember you forever, and that 3 fellas who overturned the story, you will be in the bottom of my heart. You will get back the reward for being so'SMART', not from me, but from God. Watch and see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Not forgetting about the bad week, I still have other 2 unlucky things happen on me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I was unable to complete my programming assessment.First of all, the compuetr I used was hangged, even a SHUT DOWN took me a tens of minutes.After that I couldn't find out what the problem of my programming that gave me no output.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well, this one is slightly small matter. My handphone, just brought 2 months ago, dropped on the land in KTM, that left some scars to my handphone.It was then throwned on the floor by the baby in the same day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-589213037909506644?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/589213037909506644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=589213037909506644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/589213037909506644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/589213037909506644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-gosh-i-stil-forget-to-post-blog-for.html' title=''/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RekYkOOGz_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/UkYFy408GwA/s72-c/DSC00377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-6736338026796853844</id><published>2007-02-23T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T19:22:07.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My dear and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Feb 13&lt;/span&gt;- I was chatting with WinShi, telling her my current life, mentioning on Benjamin sometimes.She bet that he will give me a rose on the next day, on Valentine's Day itself.I said her betting will not come true, instead he will be attending a party with his friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Feb 14&lt;/span&gt;-Benjamin was nominated as the AJK of Actuarial Science Society. I can still his welcome speech-"Hi, I am Benjamin from bla bla bla. I am single and Happy Valentine's Day". Of course you will be nominated because of this.Yet, he didn't give me any rose as predicted.I was emotional that day. Because of him?Or because my mood changes like a weather??I still doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Feb 16&lt;/span&gt;-A naughty gang with me, we skipped some classes and went to Mid Valley.Thought that maybe we would be able to get some new year clothes again. Watched Ghost Rider at5pm, it was the second movie for Ben and me together, well this time was with other classmates and 2 other new friends we met that day. I was playing in Mid Valley with Fanny, that stupid and playful girl, haha, but luckily Ben protected me. On the way back home, in KTM, we were hugging each other, so tightly.That's the moment when I feel that we really have started our relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Feb 17&lt;/span&gt;-Chinese New Year is near the corner, yah, the next day. I thought that we will not be meeting for 5 days since there will be some days for us off campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Feb 18&lt;/span&gt;- My dear was playing mahjong when I was having fun with sisters in Genting. His cousin smsed me, Our relationship was still yet to be told to all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Feb 19&lt;/span&gt;- I was actually follwing the trip to AFamosa Resort. Nicole worried that I will be bored there thus suggested me call along a person as my pair.In the same time, everyone is able to reduce budget.Haha. The first one came into my mind was Ben. After thinking about the amount we need, he was grateful to follow us.Haha, my first trip with Ben!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Feb 21&lt;/span&gt;- Yes, the day had reached! How will the trip be? In the morning I was still not used to call him my boyfriend when my brother's friend asked about it. Straight away I said "NO" when his question approached me. Yet, I thought again, will Ben be hurted when I said so? Ok, it's ok to tell Mac and others of my brother's friends that we are together. They are too mature to spread this news to the world. The friends gave him all sort kind of names, William, gave the worst name-Wan Tan Mee, just becaused he took Wan Tan Mee as breakfast that day. Well, and the scar on his hand gave everyone a topic to joke about. I'm glad that his first kiss was belonged to me. A great trip for both of us even thought the exact trip was not really that interesting excluding the night in Cowboy Town. That night, we shared a bed for that there were insufficient beds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Feb 22&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;-We rent 4 bicycles to cycle around AFamosa Resort. He is a good sportman like Luke, cyled damn fast! The day itself we went to the Historical Town, AFamosa, had the special Chicken Rice Ball. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Feb 23&lt;/span&gt;- The campus started again. Ben made a breakfast for me, so swwet of him.How he knew that I had not had my breakfast??Then,the account lecture was on for 1 hour then we contacted Fanny and Emily to have a tea outside. Unfortunately, the plan was changed to Sunday. We went to Subang, Kavi, Joe, Wun, Anne, our favourite spot--As You Like It to have lunch. I had Sweet Sour Rice while he had Joe's favourite, Tom Yam Fried Rice. We spent 3 hours there to eat and read comics...Haha, so paiseh. I even get a saman.OMG, Chinese New Year also want to give me saman.Well, whatever, I am not paying it :p. The date with him ended with a GoodBye Kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thanks a lot guys for your wished for Ben and me. Hope we will stay together forever and ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-6736338026796853844?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/6736338026796853844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=6736338026796853844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/6736338026796853844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/6736338026796853844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-dear-and-i-feb-13-i-was-chatting.html' title=''/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-5149839590574623964</id><published>2007-02-18T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:59:12.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st day of Chinese New Year, I didn't have a great sleep, I slept for only 3.5 hours.early morning at 6.30am, I was woken up by my sister, telling me that my handphone actually vibrated till it dropped on the floor, aiyar, what lar, my lovely phone.Yet, I never heard my phone ringing, ohh...too tired I guess.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tired, extremely tired and extremely sleepy, I slept for another 1 hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;At 8am, we started our journey all the way up to Genting Highland without my mom following.She was too tired and decided to stay in the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;So, compare to the year passed, today Genting Highland Outdoor Themepark wasn't crowded with people, it did not take us long to queue for a game. Further more, Pirate Ship is already opened!Quite fun to play that game lar. Yet, what was the reason that I m not excited??Because of my outfits?Or I am not crowded by friends like hardos last holiday??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh yes, before I forget. We actually saw some show from this fella down here, giving out ancient coins to send lucks out to people who gets it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/Rdg1bEx6mCI/AAAAAAAAAB4/UT_UvZ5y-0Y/s1600-h/DSC00230.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032831322842372130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/Rdg1bEx6mCI/AAAAAAAAAB4/UT_UvZ5y-0Y/s200/DSC00230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;THis fella was playful, it wanted to scare my sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Well, not too late, around 3pm.We decided to go back down.On the way, we saw a temple and went for a visit there. Haha, policemen there were friendly and fun. AS soon as we went in, they greeted us "Gong Xi Fa Cai", which then my sister replied:"Gong Xi Fa Cai, Hong Bao Na Lai"(means Gong Xi Fa Cai and give me angpau). Oh yah, do you know that policemen there were using vissel??My father got my sister one she did blow it whenver she saw a cop, that was really funny and a little small part of it, embrassing yet erm...quite nak kena belasah....haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/Rdg1nkx6mDI/AAAAAAAAACA/T1cSDLDWhDA/s1600-h/DSC00260.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032831537590736946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/Rdg1nkx6mDI/AAAAAAAAACA/T1cSDLDWhDA/s200/DSC00260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;254 stairs in a 9 floors building. Stairs in the building shown below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/Rdg69Ex6mKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-2JUfnh0TQ4/s1600-h/DSC00261.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032837404516063394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/Rdg69Ex6mKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-2JUfnh0TQ4/s200/DSC00261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Can you believe that I actually crawled up this building???(Again, 254 steps.Yah, I really counted it when I came down).Anyone wants to give me an applause?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We went to another side, it's like guiding you a journey to the hell.They show u how guilty people are punished in the hell.Sorry if this has offenced Non-Buddhists. Yet, it has really warned me not to do bad things in my entire life, erm...oklar, try my best to avoid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/Rdg_g0x6mLI/AAAAAAAAADk/9vA8aLxL2kU/s1600-h/DSC00273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032842416742897842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/Rdg_g0x6mLI/AAAAAAAAADk/9vA8aLxL2kU/s200/DSC00273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Journey to Enlightenment, there the place is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/Rdg190x6mFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/G0X29CCgmnA/s1600-h/DSC00278.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032831919842826322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/Rdg190x6mFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/G0X29CCgmnA/s200/DSC00278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;See how this people is being hooked. He is actually surrounded with blood on his hands, feet and neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/Rdg2Hkx6mGI/AAAAAAAAACY/5iyIVJdTIvw/s1600-h/DSC00279.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032832087346550882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/Rdg2Hkx6mGI/AAAAAAAAACY/5iyIVJdTIvw/s200/DSC00279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;People who are not filial are punished in this way, they are buried in the blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/Rdg2Rkx6mHI/AAAAAAAAACg/7j5fufG8GA8/s1600-h/DSC00280.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032832259145242738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/Rdg2Rkx6mHI/AAAAAAAAACg/7j5fufG8GA8/s200/DSC00280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This is the one who killed someone in his life. Now he has to pay back by being hooked at the heart.Ouch, imagine how painful it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/Rdg2cUx6mII/AAAAAAAAACo/Hb2_-7bvvmI/s1600-h/DSC00281.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032832443828836482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/Rdg2cUx6mII/AAAAAAAAACo/Hb2_-7bvvmI/s200/DSC00281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And this person, he is being kemek by a big stone, as big as his size.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;There are actually a lot more scenes they showed but my sisters think that it is very discussing to show. So I think this will be enough to give me warning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/Rdg2okx6mJI/AAAAAAAAACw/g7aM5zyn-JI/s1600-h/DSC00282.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032832654282234002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/Rdg2okx6mJI/AAAAAAAAACw/g7aM5zyn-JI/s200/DSC00282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And at last. Say Hello to tortoise(Chien, Cannie and Jia Yi, kakaka).It has itself inverted. I don't know how it managed to turn itself over again. Maybe someone helped its way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Chinese New Year to tortoise and everyone. :p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/Rdg1nkx6mDI/AAAAAAAAACA/T1cSDLDWhDA/s1600-h/DSC00260.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/4180413888183960311-5149839590574623964?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/5149839590574623964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=5149839590574623964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/5149839590574623964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/5149839590574623964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2007/02/1st-day-of-chinese-new-year-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/Rdg1bEx6mCI/AAAAAAAAAB4/UT_UvZ5y-0Y/s72-c/DSC00230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-1453782652102232094</id><published>2007-02-13T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T00:07:20.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It is a brand new Week 6 for UTAR, erm quite happy right here, especially with the friends here, Emily, Benjamin, Fanny, Sze Chyin, Darren and Gideon(who insist us to pronounce his name as "Gideon" , not "G-deon"as in Malay pronounciation, haha.Imagine pronouncing Gigi as "Gigi", the pronouciation of teeth in Malay). Sorry for being insulting! :p( Still don't understand how Benjamin able to put all those emoticons symbols in his sms, how he can make them so well???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;5 weeks gone and can you imagine we already had 3 quizes??And I barely do well in those quizes.Sigh, haveto really work very very hard start from this second(hope I do not make just an empty promise)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh ya, talking about week6, Chinese New Year is near the corner. I hung out all day long, 5 days a week, went shopping, watched movie and lots kind of things. A grand Chinese New Year for me, this year I am having 7 clothes, a jeans pants and a hardo skirt(gonna show everyone soon). Does anyone else have clothes greater than I do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Restricted to write what I want to write because someone is sitting beside me :p, so tell hardos more about me next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kavivi, all the est to yor coming driving test, I'm sure you can make it. If not all of us will hamburger you, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Happy Orientation Week and Happy Chinese New Year for you guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;Dear&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-1453782652102232094?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/1453782652102232094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=1453782652102232094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/1453782652102232094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/1453782652102232094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-is-brand-new-week-6-for-utar-erm.html' title=''/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-1725107192242279573</id><published>2007-02-02T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T00:07:21.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Back again after 2 to 3 weeks of not visiting my hardo blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ok, it's the time to report again my current life, especially my campus life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Being with Emily and Fanny is quite fun after all. And I am getting so much closer to Sze Qyrin. Yet, still, I am not familiar with the new environment, I think everyone does, for me, life is now so much different with English Oriented environment, more Chinese and the most important thing, life without HARDO G16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Have to tell everyone a story right now. On the second week, there was one day I followed Sze Qyrin up to the photostating area to make some copies for new notes. There, I met my new classrep. And also, a guy who looks quite kiddy, a cute guy he is. On the day itself I knew 2 more new friends, Joyce and Benjamin Choo Kok Leong. Guess what?Benjamin stays in Kepong, and since I am driving to Uni, so why don't I grab this golden chance to reduce my monthly capital(somehow a bit get used to Business Accounting already :p).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Class ended and Benjamin and I went home together. What a surprise is that Benjamin stays very very super hardo near to my house, even just 1Km from my house. By the time I reached:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: Erm, is your sister studying in St. Mary?Is your cousin Choo Yie Lyn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ben: Yah, why?You know them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: Oh, then you are Choo's cousin. I am from St Mary too. Your sister and I were in the same school bus. Erm, but I forget your sister's name already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ben: Regina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: Oh, yah yah, Regina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Headed to KTM Station we then, to pick his bicycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;My mom was doubtful that we might be couple so stopped me from fetching him anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well, they were right, as time passes, we get much more closer, even friends around us claim that we are couple. I myself did not make any response to it, neither nor he. We still stay close as the way we are, tickling each other, playing with each other, teasing each other. Even at night, when we both were unable to finish up tutorial homework, we stayed up together in KFC Restaurant. Does he really like me?Do I like him?These questions went through my minds endless times which at first I thought the friends around were just trying to make some jokes about us.Even more, his friends on public holiday when we went out together were so excited fooling us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Endless hardo story, to be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-1725107192242279573?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/1725107192242279573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=1725107192242279573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/1725107192242279573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/1725107192242279573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2007/02/back-again-after-2-to-3-weeks-of-not.html' title=''/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-3228403549822626479</id><published>2007-01-13T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T10:08:52.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finally I have a great chance and some mood to post a blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Erm, my classes started straight away on Monday, but I didn't go for the first class, because I had not pay my bill. Thus on the first day I just went there, know some new friends and lastly went to pay the bill in the main block, WHICH IS LOCATED ON THE OTHER ROAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then the second day, I started driving to UTAR. Erm, I think I did mention about my first class there. It was basic professional writing, on the first lesson we did some warm up. We were asked for the answer of these simple questions: What is your name? How young are you? What are your interests? The class gave all kind of funny answers. I remembered there was a student answered for the question: What are your interests? : I like toplay dangerous stuff. Oklar, he meant that he likes jungle trekking and other outdoor dangerous activities.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The next class after Basic Professional Writing was to be five hours later. Initially I planned to go back home and have a good nap, then after waiting my friend long, I decided to follow them to 1 Utama. A friend of this friend was fetching us there. Erm, quite surprising, we actually wanted to go 1 Utama to have lunch but the girl, my friend's friend, erm, Amy, she drove us to a place nearby the main block.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Emily:Where are you going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Fanny: Aren't we going to have lunch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Amy: Yah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Fanny: Then why you stop here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Amy: Eat here lar, the 'tong shui'(dessert) here is very nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Jess+Emily+Fanny: Oh, ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Before I say something, they re all elder than me. I didn't get used to their style of communication at first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What the hell was happening? We came to a stall which had very few customers compare to other stalls nearby. And the food served there was very little, just economic rice(Kavi, your Jak Fan) and Wan Tan Mee. Oh ya, and also some desserts. Actually for me I don't really mind to eat there, just as long as it is cheap, better than spending almost RM10 to eat in 1U. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Erm, but the Wan Tan Mee there not really nice lar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After Lunch we went to 1U to shop, first shop to go-MNG, we tested sphagetti there, and pleas trust me, I just wanted to try for fun. I think we were in the fitting room for more than 15 minutes, took some pictures and then discussed about the sphagetti. Hey, guess what happen next. I bought the sphagetti I tried. Kavi, the sphagetti was too comfortable, although the price isn't cheap but I just couldn't stand not to buy it. Forever 21 was the shop we went in after that, seriously, I don't think the things, the clothes there are cheap, and there were nothing there that I think worth for that price.Yet I don't understand why the other two girls get to spend much of their shopping time inside there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ok, went back to UTAR after that. I looked at the timetable adn found out that the class should be in PD208, and for this week we should transfer to PD617. Sat for long in PD617 and after the lecturer came in only one guy came to tell us that we were in the wrong class. So damn embarassed!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Haiz, talk about this class, it is a boring class, somemore we have to buy a Rm68 textbook, which just enables us to use for 1 Semester, also the lecturer doesn't not speak a very well English also. And the classroom sucks, no aircond! What to do?Just have to bear with it, since UTAR is a  non profit organization.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wednesday, there was a lecture going on, Discrete Mathematics with Application. You know whta we learnt? Penyataan Benar, penyataan palsu, which we learn in FORM 4, Modern Maths. OMG, she took 3 lecture hours to teach that and I wonder will she be teaching this again in next week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And Calculus 1, first class inside there, we just learnt the theory of limitation, not really difficult. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And lastly for Accounting, guess what,our syllabus for Accounting is same as A LEVEL accounting syllabus in Taylor's College(currently Taylor's University College), using the same book as them. Do you think I should doubt the quality there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;If this is going to continue to happen in the coming 3 years, I doubt will I be a good actuary. Somemore, for the first year, we have almost 4 months break. Is this really what's going on in Uni? Is actuarial science just as simple as Form 4?Or just like A LEVEL? And then, 4 months break, that means we learn few subjects less, at least 4 subjects less. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tell you another thing, there are 2 subjects which we learn in Year 2, one of the university in Canada they want their students to pass those 2 subjects before they can get admission to actuarial science course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I really doubt should I change my course or Uni if this is what happening in the coming 3 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-3228403549822626479?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/3228403549822626479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=3228403549822626479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/3228403549822626479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/3228403549822626479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2007/01/finally-i-have-great-chance-and-some.html' title=''/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-8308283297496928848</id><published>2007-01-08T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T13:22:42.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Can I call it a disaster morning?Erm...ok, it's not that terrible.It was a dizzy morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Woke up early in the morning, 7am, and then follow Auntie Cat to Section 14, she fetched me to UTAR PD campus. I was so blank...thank god this time I am a lot more brave. I asked a student there to get to the general office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Queued up for few minutes, finally I got to the office lady there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: Sorry, can I get the timetable?I am a new intake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She: Oh, you have to copy outside there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Unfortunately, I was not clear or I was blur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: Sorry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She: You have to copy outside there, at the board there....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: Oh, ok, thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Scanned through the board, searching for the 2 alphabets-AS. Ok, there it is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;There were boxes and numbers and alphabets here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok, bear with it. It's just gonna take you few minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My gosh, what is this?Why are there so many numbers???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What is AS1S1T1?What is AS1S1T2?And what is AS1S1T3???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;After cscrewing up my mind for few ten seconds, finally I get to figure out....As1= Actuarial Science Year 1, S1= Semester 1, T1= Group/Class 1 and so on. But what group am I in???Nevermind, find out later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But after that, another problem came. UCCM1303. What is this? SOH HC. What is this again???Ok, should be the code and lecturer. Nevermind, copy first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The half way I was copying, I saw another girl copying also.So headed to ask her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: Erm, sorry, what course are you taking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She: Actuarial Science.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: Are you in Year 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She: Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: Oh, I am from the same course as you. Do you know how to find out which class should we belong to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She: I don't know also. I am also new here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: Did you came for the orientation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She: Yes.You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: No. I just registered myself on Wednesday itself. Can I join you all the way we go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She: Oh, sure. I have 2 friends here, whom I know on the Orientation Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: I see. What's your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She: Emily. You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: Yun Ceat.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(She couldn't hear it clearly, so I changed to tell her "Jess") Jess. (Hope you won't be surprised if next time you hear people calling me Ceat, especially Hardo Ceat, haha, it's created by our Hardo G16 Hardo Gang)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She: Oh. Jessica that Jess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: Yes. Erm, but my full name is Jeslene. Nice to meet you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She: Nice to meet you too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then, she borrowed me her timetable to copy. Good thing I don't have to stare at the board and looking through the glass for those small tiny alphabets and numbers. Tell you, if you are there, you can even copy the time wrongly. Imagine Wild Boar Nic is there copying, haha, he will have his eyes can't even see his eyeballs. Opps, sorry Nic, but you are cute with the small eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We went back to general office to ask which class are we supposed to be in. The lady claimed that the name list is at the board too, beside the timetable. In the same time, I wanted to hand up my papers which are required to pass on back to the Admin Office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: Can I know what is my registration number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She: Oh, it's on your bill receipt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I took it out and showed her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She: Oh, you haven't pay your bill, after you pay your bill then you can know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: Ok.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(I was thinking: Then I am not supposed to be in any class today.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Few minutes after that, Emily's friend came. Her name is Fanny, Hmm, a slim girl, I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She is the girl taking actuarial science as mentioned by Emily just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Few minutes later again, I called my mom to ask my brother to come and fetch me. Of course, no class what, what for I stay there?Might as well ask him to bring along the cheque to pay the fees, so tomorrow I can enter the class without any doubt and also need not to rush to pay fees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyway, the fees is just RM4921, even cheaper than 1 semester of SAM in Taylor's. I must say, it is very cheap.(Ok, those who can't afford please don't feel this.I'm sorry if this really offended you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was quite a wastage of time for being in UTAR and not going for any class, just came to pay fees. So, that's a dizzy day passed and I am now sitting in front of the computer posting this blog after eating delicious Spicy Pan Mee. Hey, Kien Seng, I ate you. Haha. Btw, enjoy your working although it is not that fun. At least you get to have some experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*Tomorrow I am going to Drive to UTAR~~~HAHAHA~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;- by a get-so-excited-cz driving girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-8308283297496928848?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/8308283297496928848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=8308283297496928848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/8308283297496928848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/8308283297496928848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2007/01/can-i-call-it-disaster-morningerm.html' title=''/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-549957680864786875</id><published>2007-01-06T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T12:29:01.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Okay, just realized that sleeping still able to help me to get over bad mood and bad feeling. Again, it's a brand new day today, erm....please excuse the super gold fish eyes when I woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Woke up in the morning I still could remember my offered course in UTAR but I couldn't cry anymore....I am now numb(hope I will not again after few days, don't wish to have another day with super gold fish eyes). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Well, think back again, I have a car.I repeat, a car, I might have a new car, or I will not. Yet it is ok, it's very good enough to have my own car....get to travel anywhereI want....this is what I always wish to have....So, it's not a disaster or sorrow to study in UTAR actually.Come on girl, life is full with difficulties, you have overcome one of yours! Wow, great job for you.(You guys might think that what a silly and psyco girl who likes to talk to herself, erm but this is the way to motivate myself).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Thanks to Kavi who gave me advices, thanks to Li Anne who supports in Cbox, thanks to yin Ling for giving some information of what I need to do on the first day to be in UTAR, thanks to Sher Ryn to be coincidently be in the same course as I am and promised me to guide me on the first day on UTAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;And also thanks to those who read this blog and the previous but did not scold me in anywhere. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt; Read Adrian's latest blog just now, " when you like a person, just tell him/her. If you do not have a gut like this, you don't deserve him/her". Yah, Adrian, you are right, I support you with all my heart, all my energy, haha. Erm...but what if you do not wish to have a relationship with the person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Love can be simple yet it can be complicated in the same time. Adrian, maybe to you love is simple. I will not visit you with parang, don't worry. But for me, love between a couple is not so simple. I have seen so many examples throughout my life, and all these still give me one conclusion: To build a long lasting relationship, understanding and tolerance are the most important keys. And, looks doesn't matter. Just go for the one that meet your eyes, not who is considered handsome or pretty or famous in the entire. How much does good looking worth? One day when he or she gets older, he or she will not be as pretty as he or she is now. Erm...one day ago I was drown into tears, another day here I am giving lectures...what a suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Well, just want to shout my feeling, that's why I consider for long time to be in a relationship. Whoever doesn't agree with me, you go your way, I go my way.Your way of accepting love may be right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Got to help my mom for love letter, hope this time I will not get myself hurt. Chaoz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-549957680864786875?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/549957680864786875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=549957680864786875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/549957680864786875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/549957680864786875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2007/01/okay-just-realized-that-sleeping-still.html' title=''/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-2829351000030621946</id><published>2007-01-05T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T22:55:28.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;On 3rd of January, when all offices have their first opening in Year 2007, I gave up the chance to go swimming with Hardo Gang just to aplly my admission to UTAR, taking Bachelor of Actuarial Science(Honours). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And today, 5th of January, I checked on UTAR website for my admission, I am offered a place...but I did not feel much happy, doubting honestly am I really happy to go UTAR. Actually I really don't wish to go UTAR, I want to experience the life in oversea....yet, to do twinning for actuarial science, I can only go US and my only choice is to go Inti College if I really want to go out of the country....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Back to quite a few days ago, my aunt's family came and I told them about my choice to study either Nutrition or Actuarial Science. My uncle suggested me to study in UTAR so  the next day my aunt's family and my family went to UTAR straight away to ask for further information...I was quite doubtful with their quality in actuarial science and till now I am still doubtful with their quality. Since it is a new course in UTAR I don't think their standard will go any further. But after looking at the course fees, my parents were quite demanding that I will have to go UTAR. since that time, I knew that my chance to go oversea will be very very low...I was crying for few days...sounds stupid, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But in the same time I have to be a filial daughter, I have to be considerate, to let them enjoy their life in the coming years, not to suffer by taking loan to pay my fees and living cost in oversea, I made a last minute decision, the few days before actuarial science in UTAR starts classes, to apply to UTAR, with my heart doubting is my decision my choice?Is my decision my wish?Is my decision go right? Actually there are boons and banes either I choose UTAR or Inti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;UTAR:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Advantages:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;1. I get to get a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;2. I get to learn yoga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;3. The fees there is VERY cheap. (No offence to poor family)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;4. I get to buy a lot of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;5. I don't have to pay loan after I graduate from my degree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;6. My parents will not have to live a harder life to pay loan for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;7. My parents will not have to worry for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Disadvantages:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;1. I can't go oversea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;2. I will study a lower quality course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;3. I can't fulfill my dream to go oversea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;4. Maybe I have to go Kampar to continue my studies since the new camous is in Kampar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Inti College:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Advantages:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;1. I can fulfill my dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;2. I can take a good quality course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Disadvantages:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;1. I have to get loan and pay back after I come out for work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;2. I still have to walk to and back from college for around 2 years since I will not have a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Obviously study in UTAR carries more benefits yet I don't like UTAR, ok, for no reason, or I should say I have less chance to brush up my English(again, no offence to UTAR students, I know there are still people who speak English). It is not a good reason but I still don't like UTAR(sorry UTAR, you are not attracting me, I prefer a better quality course, I am a perfectionist). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yet, I am not able to fulfil my dream now, I am offered a place in UTAR now, what a pity this will be my second regret.Hope this doesn't take me a long time to recover from my pain.I have to tell myself: STOP CRYING PLEASE. CRY WILL GIVE YOU NOTHING. STUDYING IN UTAR IS BETTER THAN NOT GETTING A CHANCE TO STUDY. AT LEAST YOU HAVE A CAR. YOU HAVE TO BE NUMB WITH THIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-2829351000030621946?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/2829351000030621946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=2829351000030621946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/2829351000030621946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/2829351000030621946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2007/01/on-3rd-of-january-when-all-offices-have.html' title=''/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-3515606411432368597</id><published>2006-12-26T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:59:12.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas was a blast!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Christmas was really a blast to me.Thefew days before Silent Night I was still considering should I go for the party in Nyun Hui's House since I have shortage of money.Yet, end up I still went for it.And luckily I went.I enjoyed a lot in the party especially after drinking three quarter of wine and almost one can of beer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RZFReLSbXNI/AAAAAAAAABg/PjoX8RenETg/s1600-h/Picture_8d.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012877439108078802" style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" height="183" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RZFReLSbXNI/AAAAAAAAABg/PjoX8RenETg/s320/Picture_8d.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;~Can you see my make up, I think not~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well, that day actually I didn't use much time to prepare myself since my aunt(my mom's sister)'s family. I brought along my two cute sisters to Elaine's house and I started making up.It took em abour 40 minutes just because the make up on my eyes....haha.Well, not pro so this takes long time.Luckily I handled the eyeliner well at last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Erm...around 7.30pm Magdalene came.And 8pm we went down for dinner(Kit Yeng came at last at that time),Elaine's Mom's is great in cooking, all the food that day was nice!Superb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Then...9pm games started.Elaine's brother, Alan was the host, he can really be a great host! Erm...I joined 3 games( ate bread without water, drink wine and beer using straw and some sort like IQ game) and I won the game of eating bread.Damn it, eating bread without water in limited time(only one minute given you know) is really dificult.If you don't believe, just try and see. Ok, I won back a hanphone container.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh ya, before I forgot.I was not a good drinker.After those drink, I was actually drunk. I vomitted 4 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RZFRTLSbXMI/AAAAAAAAABY/sV4c7r-jE8I/s1600-h/Picture_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012877250129517762" style="WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="152" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RZFRTLSbXMI/AAAAAAAAABY/sV4c7r-jE8I/s320/Picture_16.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;~When I was drunk~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Then Lucky Draw time, luckily Elaine's father gave out one more DVD Player, if not my youngest sister would not be able to get back one of them.Haha....wow, amazing, my sister was so lucky.We just got back DVD Player for free!!!Thanks a lot Elaine and Elaine's family.You guys are great, erm....not just on Christmas Eve, but most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then general knowledge time.My sister answered a question:When was Malaysia set up?(I gave her the answer, haha).After that I answered another question: Spell Santa Claus. Haha, and we won back 2 note books, just note books but ok lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;After that countdown lor...fun fun fun rocks rocks rocks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;So before I forgot, I wished some people Merry Christmas, well, there were only two people I wished:Wild Boar Nic and CKS. Pity Nic, he was in Justin's concert but at the same time felt lonely.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Erm...at last before Elaine's sister-in-law went for bed, she gave my sister another free gift.Hmm, nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4180413888183960311-3515606411432368597?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/3515606411432368597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=3515606411432368597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/3515606411432368597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/3515606411432368597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-was-blast.html' title='Christmas was a blast!'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RZFReLSbXNI/AAAAAAAAABg/PjoX8RenETg/s72-c/Picture_8d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-5672881434509154653</id><published>2006-12-20T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:59:13.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20.12.2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It is the second day I cook sphagetti....Today I cook not only for my sisters but for my 2 cousins too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;According to everyone, the sphagetti this time is much more better than the first time.Do I have the talent to be a cook?Haha...One thing I just don't understand, why sphagetti has that smell?I just don't know how to describe that smell...Ok...smell like sphagetti...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, this time I get to take picture of the sphagetti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RYkO77SbXJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BEQG9U-mBLM/s1600-h/sphagetti.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010552483116440722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="178" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RYkO77SbXJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BEQG9U-mBLM/s320/sphagetti.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;(Nice sphagetti on nice plate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;And...20/12/2006, the day when South Australian Matriculation results is released.I woke up at 11.30am and checked the results...Guess what?Server's down.My goodness, I should have thought this since so many people around the world are checking their results too...Anyway, the situation is much more better than last time when we used to check whether were we chosen for National Service.I still remember that time I stayed awake until midnight 3am to check for my own.Haha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok, around 2pm I think, I went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ssabsa.sa.edu.au"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;www.ssabsa.sa.edu.au&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; to check my results again. Inserted my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;registration code and PIN, I closed my eyes and prayed. I opened my eyes....oh my God!Wrong PIN!  Again, inserted another PIN, this time the PIn is correct, but they want me to change my PIN....So all together I prayed for 3 times for my results....End up...the results isn't that satifying me...I don't get any A's....That's quite upset.But luckily my TER is not very low. What the LANSI Joe , LANSI Sean and LANSI Yun Xin, they all have TER higher than mine!!!But ok lar...just wanna say their TER are higher than mine....haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well~~ thanks a lot to God who make my TER over the intake requirement, even the intake for pharmacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&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/4180413888183960311-5672881434509154653?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/5672881434509154653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=5672881434509154653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/5672881434509154653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/5672881434509154653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2006/12/20122006.html' title='20.12.2006'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RYkO77SbXJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BEQG9U-mBLM/s72-c/sphagetti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-2872159093272446249</id><published>2006-12-20T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T01:31:47.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's Elaine Sweetie's parents 30th wedding anniversary. I still see old couple kissing each other.Her parents are so swwet, they love each other, this is the scene I wish to have in my life when I am getting old.I hope my future husband will love me like Elaine's father does to her wife now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I drove to her house at 8pm, it only took me 5 minutes to reach her house, so just to tell you that our houses are very near~~! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Erm...I didn't eat anything in her house today, just a cup of 100PLus and opps....forgotten, a small slice of cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Then we took pictures.But of course, less than usual....And I took a lot of self-shot using Elaine's handphone.Her handphone is fantastic and her room is fantastic. I took a lot of nice pictures inside there, hope she doesn't delete them and send to my email.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Uncle, Auntie, Happy 30th Wedding Anniversary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&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/4180413888183960311-2872159093272446249?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/2872159093272446249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=2872159093272446249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/2872159093272446249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/2872159093272446249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2006/12/wedding-anniversary.html' title='Wedding Anniversary'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-5958412839018898999</id><published>2006-12-20T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T01:34:21.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Date-16/12/2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sunday morning-I woke up at 8.30am...just so naturally, so unusual for me now...because nowadays I normally wake up later than 10am. Hehe, I think because I have to meet my old friends, so just my brains set the time to wake itself up earlier to get everything prepare~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;However, I was still late for the date.Haiz...I follow my family for breakfast and helped my youngest sister to get some new clothes....There goes the time, once the shooping session had finished, it was already 11.30am, which was the time for my date :( (I was late!!!Fashionably LATE!!!). Well, just wanna say something, I took Dim Sum as breakfast but it was not nice!!! Am I being too fussy in eating?? But really lar, the Dim Sum there has not reach the standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, back to my date.I reached 1 Utama at 11.50am, somemore I was wearing a pair of 3 inches high heels, oh, it took me longer time to reach GSC cinema...and my dear friends were calling me non-stop to ask for my position.I was so shame due to m lateness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;After apologizing for few times, we went into the cinema, BOX 7 I think, the movie had started....Erm....I just saw some cows talking right there....It was funny yet meaningful. The movie(I should say cartoon)-Barnyard has a memorable scene in my mind--A mouse was singing "Bombastic, Mr Bombastic!" Too bad that I seldom listen to English songs and I don't remember the name of those songsso eventually end up not knowing who is the singer and what's the name of this song.But the mouse was so cool! Anyway, it doesn't really worth for RM10.00 for an one and half hour cartoon. Five stars I rate it as 2 star lar(due to the price and the period of the show). Don't really recomend you guys to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Remember I was wearing high heels to shop?It was quite a disaster.What to do, girls like me can die just to be pretty.Show a gun on my head and you ask me: "Want money or beauty?", I will just say:" Please don't do anything to my face, I can give you everything.". Ok, come back everyone. My heels were super high, my feet were super pain too...the next day my feet were having muscle pain and there are some bubbles on my toes.See?That's a girl who wants to be pretty and not others(Just one thing that can stop me-Wisdom).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Erm...erm...erm...too far away from the date.Ok, after the movie, we went to buy some stuffs for Ru Jih, for her birthday which had passed(we forgot to buy her present :p). After that met with my best friend-Dear Dear Win Shi and she gave me my Jay Chou's CD that was kept with her for couple of months. Then headed for lunch-I took Japanese Fried Rice-cost me RM8.80 including the tax and service charge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just after that we went for walk lor....though the walk was shorter than usual, my feet were so so so PAIN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Finally, 4.30pm, we ended the date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&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/4180413888183960311-5958412839018898999?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/5958412839018898999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=5958412839018898999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/5958412839018898999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/5958412839018898999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2006/12/date-16122006.html' title='Date-16/12/2006'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-2684916196202158536</id><published>2006-12-17T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T23:28:29.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"江山易改，本性难移",(English: It is easy to shift Jiang Shan-one of the mountain in China, it is hard to change how a person is) this phrase is so true....100%ly true....ERm...opps, should give chance to prisoners, some of they do change to a better person, living a good life and doing good things.But I feel that a person's characteristic will still remain there.Like myself, I change to be less hot-tempered yet still I am hot-tempered...Haiz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But just cannot understand why some people just like to create story all along his or her life....This applies especially to GIRLS.....just like Kavi's ex-best friend. Kavi, we had the same fate but glad we learnt something. What's are the purposes for those people to create stories about others when there are no such stories.Ok, it is understood if someone talk bad about someone WHEN THE PERSON IS REALLY THAT BAD, but now when that someone really wasn't so. However, I still believe that these people who create stories, they will get this back. Hey, why don't just these people be author or something, to show their talent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;All along our life, the older we are the bigger mask we have to wear.So sometimes I envy kids who can just speak out whenever they can, that's why I like kids!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&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/4180413888183960311-2684916196202158536?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/2684916196202158536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=2684916196202158536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/2684916196202158536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/2684916196202158536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2006/12/fake.html' title='Fake'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-7075005594674225293</id><published>2006-12-15T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:59:13.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sphagetti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Friday- The plan to Neway KTV has been cancelled but I still wake up earlier than usual-9am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mom didn't manage to get us any breakfast for that she has something to deal with and so I decided to cook my sisters sphagetti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;This is the first time I make sphagetti and also the first time I prepare lunch. I went to search for the recipe in my Mom's cupboard and internet but end up making my own one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yun Ceat's Self Made Sphegetti Recipe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. 1 can of Sardin in Tomato Sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. 2 Hotdogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. 1 can of mushroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. Tepung Jagung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;5. Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;6. Salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;7. Tomato Sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;8. And finally the most important character : Half packet of sphagetti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Before the sphagetti was done, I was still wondering will it be nice. I added a lot of water to the sauce. And also added a lot of corn powder. Yet, I forgotten something--&gt;salt, luckily I dd remember this before I serve my food...haha. (Lokking at the words "I Serve" it reminds me of my St. Mary's -we are reminded to carry this mission-I Serve)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hehe...back to my sphagetti.I tried before I brought them to my two little sisters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[Me: Ting, the sphagetti I made. Try and tell me how is it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me: How is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ting: Hmm,nice! Bring me one plate of this please&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thus happily I serve her a plate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Turn to my youngest sister, Jian, then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me: Jian, try this, see whether it is nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jian: Hmm, nice. Jie, I want one plate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Haha, again, happily I server another plate.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh....my sphagetti is nice :p, just a little bit too salty.Yes, I succeed!!!Haha!!!Gonna try making other sphagetti next time~~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Due to everyone has finish her sphagetti, so I just manage to take down this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RYIsO-hlSCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pm9ohRZN9UE/s1600-h/sphagetti+sauce.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008614371403057186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="138" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RYIsO-hlSCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pm9ohRZN9UE/s320/sphagetti+sauce.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;Dear&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&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/4180413888183960311-7075005594674225293?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/7075005594674225293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=7075005594674225293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/7075005594674225293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/7075005594674225293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2006/12/sphagetti.html' title='Sphagetti'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RYIsO-hlSCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pm9ohRZN9UE/s72-c/sphagetti+sauce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-226693784915894321</id><published>2006-12-14T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:59:13.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Was't having a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I brought my junior to visit Taylor's yesterday.Yup, seriously, it was a nice day to be with her...talked a lot to her and told her a lot about my love life(erm...not really love life....but just about my feelings).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;On that night, Iwasn not feeling ok, I think it was because the consequence of walking under the rain.Besides that, my sorethroat hasn't recover fully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So then, my best friend, Kit Yeng came back from Australia and today we went for Yum Cha session(Sam, Shuk Long Long and Elaine the princess joining).Still, I am quiet, but little bit more talkative thenin the previous gathering...Why?Don't feel well?I am not close to them already?I don't get use to environment?I am abandoned from the conversation?Or because I have changed to an untalkative person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now I think it's quite ok for me to not follwong them for clubbing, although it's LAdies' Night today.I still get use to cigarette smokes, I'm still coughing right now, still having difficulty in breathing.I love night life but just cannot adapt myself to it....due to parents control, due to future...arghh....Quite regret that I did not go to Safari during Genting Trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Another thing, I saw those stupid acting cute girls today twice.They are the girls who host the TV program-Entertainment News on CH31, TVBS ASIA.Please, if you are not cute at all, don't try to act cute,don't try to immitate that kiddy voice when you really don't have them, but this is not the main thing, don't just shout as you can, for nothing, do you know that you guys are so fucking noisy in front of the tv screen? 5 girls of you are already freakingly annoying me.Just host professionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RYF20ehlSBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wOTMChIq5zA/s1600-h/Picture_6ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008414904531896338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fwPdSw77xjU/RYF20ehlSBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wOTMChIq5zA/s320/Picture_6ab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;Btw, this is the picture I took today... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;:p(Yup, finally I can post pictures)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And no one guess what does ~..~ means?Tell the answer next time~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-226693784915894321?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/226693784915894321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-3065729058834392171</id><published>2006-12-13T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T00:51:20.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another sucks blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ohhh...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What was happening???&lt;/span&gt; I accidentally link &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Joanne's blog to Faye's blog&lt;/span&gt;!!! And why is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;everyone having great blog posts&lt;/span&gt; especially Faye???And Why can't I post pictures here???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Holiday is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;, especially after having madly busy and stress days, follow with this super long holiday without any journey.Do everyone agree?Just staying in the house can make you go mad.Getting fatter, sleep more facing TV more, facing computer more and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;practicing O2Jam&lt;/span&gt; more but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT IMPROVING AT ALL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Just thank God that there are few nice chatter these days when I am boring.Thanks a lot to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ru Jih, Adrian, Kavi, Yee Wun, Elaine a.k.a Sweetie, Hardo Joe, Dear Dear Win Shi, Wild Boar and CKS who &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;make my holiday less boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; (sorry if I miss out anyone again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Adrian reminds me about &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;the pictures we took in 3K&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I can't view the pictures&lt;/span&gt;!!!And I can't see how flexible I am according to Kavivivi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I have just &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;uploaded my video&lt;/span&gt;(with just all my pictures).If you guys want to view it, please click on the first Avril's picture on the right in my blog that leads you to my Profile.*Do alert that at first that it is all blank. And please alert me when you are unable to view the video due to privacy or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Next...Erm...erm...erm...Christmas is coming, wow, this reminds me about SAM results!!!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SAM RESULTS&lt;/span&gt;!!!Do you get me?It is very soon!Time just past....2006 is reaching to its end!What's going to happen to our results, buddies?Who is going to Monash?And where is everyone going then?How about me too?Could I be able to get JPA Loan?Could I able to study the degree I desire? Oh....too many question marks in my brain....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh yah, back to Christmas, on Christmas Eve I will be attending my sister(so known as best friend= Elaine a.k.a Sweetie)'s party, with my two little cute sisters invited(such a good Elaine).&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Very sorry to Kang Yun&lt;/span&gt; who invited me to Mei Sun(or Mei San or Whatever, I just don't know how to spell the name) for clubbing. First of all, my parents are too strict to allow me for clubbing this late and who sends the invitation first, she gets the priority.SORRY~!!!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;*By the way, does anyone know why I put "~..~"?It represents something.Make a guess and I will tell the answer in my next blog.Ciaoz!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;~..~&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jess&lt;/span&gt;^&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt;~..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/4180413888183960311-3065729058834392171?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/3065729058834392171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=3065729058834392171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/3065729058834392171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/3065729058834392171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-sucks-blog.html' title='Another sucks blog'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-8296291629579804774</id><published>2006-12-11T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T19:57:05.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one can be perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Why on earth that I was blamed for nothing?Why on earth that I was blamed for just doing my own thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder is that important for him to remain his status?No one is perfect, so why can't he just admit that he is wrong when he is really wrong, when everyone agrees that he is really wrong...No one wants him to say sorry.He can just sit there and say nothing to show he realizes his fault&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Just, please, don't turn over the story and say someone else or EVERYONE ELSE are WRONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;One day, I am gonna fight over him and tell him the whole thing, the world has changed, no one like him is going to be perfect, no one like him can just ignore others' advice OR get angry over people's advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-8296291629579804774?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/8296291629579804774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=8296291629579804774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/8296291629579804774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/8296291629579804774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2006/12/no-one-can-be-perfect.html' title='No one can be perfect'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-8561430382687163294</id><published>2006-12-10T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T14:24:20.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Own Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;High Self Esteem leads to what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;For me: self-shot, and finally.....making own video....(Thx to Elaine who told me that we can actually make video using windows movie maker)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gonna post my video here soon....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-8561430382687163294?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/8561430382687163294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=8561430382687163294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/8561430382687163294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/8561430382687163294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2006/12/high-self-esteem-leads-to-what-for-me.html' title='Own Video'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-6497975811191996679</id><published>2006-12-08T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T23:07:00.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New CPU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;It has been 4 days that I didn't online.It was boring during these few "offline" days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Getting a new CPU is a great news to be, since I don't have to exit MSN while I am playing o2Jam.Well, there are also some other benifits. I don't have to wait for long time while opneing a new window.And...lotsa lotsa benifits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I also get to chat with all my best friends again....with one who I had not been chatting to her for around 3 weeks....you know?3 weeks isn't short!!!It a long period of time!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I was asked for 4 things that I like, hate and wish by Elaine yesterday, when I haven't get back this new CPU, at first I thought it is for her college survey, her psychocology class survey :p, so I didn't list out the things I wish nicely(wish for a great bf:p), but then just now only I knew that it is for our gang's new blog--You Cxxxxx My Lxxx(Sorry I can't tell u all cz it is Private &amp;amp; Confidential)....haha.....finally we have our own gang blog!!(Dearz, should we call ourselves Blur Blur Gang since almost all of us are blur most the time??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Oklar....just another meaningless blog right here....:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*I feel like posting pictures right here....but don't know what pictures to post*&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/4180413888183960311-6497975811191996679?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/6497975811191996679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=6497975811191996679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/6497975811191996679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/6497975811191996679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-cpu.html' title='New CPU'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-5800819360588783233</id><published>2006-12-03T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T02:31:31.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Stephen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It has been long time that I never chat with Stephen.Four-year-old friendship really got a bit faded because of many things happened between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Recalling the past of how we know each other and how we communicate, it as well reminds me that I ALMOST get into a relationship 3 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I wonder what will happen if I made another decision that time. Will I still be single now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Seriously, time passes fast.Going through 3 years time is just like blinking your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*One thing I have to say, chatting with Stephen really improves my English, now I am writing two better organized blogs because of Stephen, just like I see a beaituful garden in Alice in Wonderland that brings a smile on my face.Thanks a lot, Stephen!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-5800819360588783233?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/5800819360588783233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=5800819360588783233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/5800819360588783233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/5800819360588783233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2006/12/it-has-been-long-time-that-i-never-chat.html' title='Thanks Stephen!'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-7261381412780747257</id><published>2006-12-03T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T02:22:22.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~..~I hate playboy~..~</title><content type='html'>Why someone has to lie to me that he doesn't know someone?Is it neccesary to lie to me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, not letting me to meet another playboy now.It is enough hurting to have my ex as one who is a playboy.I couldn't afford to be hurted the same way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have to meet playboy as potential boyfriend OR as boyfriend, I rather to stay single for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, a down me today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-7261381412780747257?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/7261381412780747257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=7261381412780747257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/7261381412780747257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/7261381412780747257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-hate-playboy.html' title='~..~I hate playboy~..~'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-6709090776524569456</id><published>2006-12-03T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T02:09:43.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~..~6S gathering~..~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;122&lt;/span&gt;, gathering in Wei Jie's house after few years of not meeting each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;7.15pm, after taking a nice bath, I drove all the way to Wang Permai to meet my old friends...I was fashionable late,a lot of them reached before me, Kang Yun was even calling me to check out whether I was there already when I was parking my car.(Gosh, the place was hard to parked, have to be more skillful with my parking now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Haha, like what Kang Yun did, I didn't do revision to recall everyone's name.Furthermore I have difficulty in remembering people's name, so it is kinda rude to forget my old friends name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well, once I reached, Siaw Way took pictures with me, erm...and who else?I can't recall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then, I was not having a heavy dinner, just took small amount of friend bihun, with 1 small piece of curry chicken and potato and ended my dinner with one cute little nugget.I didn't even tasted the barbequed stuffs from Wei Jie's parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Holding a cup of orange juice for some time, I was observing what my old friends were talking about.I RARELY talked.That's the problem with me.When I don't get use to a brandly new environment, I can't talk.Just like today, everyone realized that I was quiet.Haiz....wei, don't be so conscious with what you say lar, it's just a simple updating-each-other's news conversation., everyone is different, no one is gonna think bad about you, unless you are over.Oh ya, one more thing, I still don't feel comfortable with guys around after 5 years been in girl school.Hai yah...so cham lar you.Be natural a bit lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Erm...so not much thing about gathering lar...everyone is fine, some change a lot too...human nature lar...who doesn't change?Well, eveyone thinks that I didn't change, but actually I change a lot from inside, no one realize that, just I myself know that.Hehe, they just said my hair is longer now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So, keep on complaing that I had to leave start from 10pm adn ended up leaving at around 10.40pm.Hehe, now I hope to have more conversation with them, my dear old friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;That's the end of the gathering.I heard from Keit Yin that Yong Lin(sorry if I spell your name wrongly) changed, he looks like Edison Chen now, UFOOOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-6709090776524569456?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/6709090776524569456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=6709090776524569456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/6709090776524569456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/6709090776524569456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2006/12/6s-gathering.html' title='~..~6S gathering~..~'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4180413888183960311.post-5684244957385086184</id><published>2006-12-01T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T18:28:32.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorable Dayz ToGether</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;27-28 November 2006, memorable days together with my closest classmates-Yee Wun, Jia Yi, Kavitha, Li Anne, Joe Sern, Siaw Chien, Luke and Cannie, with the presence of Cannie two little brothers and their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two days we been to Genting Highland, checked in to Ria Apartment(Pahang Side) at Apartment No7402.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting everyone in KL Central at 8.30am in the morning(27/11) to get ready to go Genting.The package of bus+cable car+ Outdoor Theme Park Ticket cost RM31 was the 1st payment we pade for Genting Trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought the tickets for 9am, headed to Gohtong Jaya for cable car, the whole journey took us 90 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we reached Genting Hotel, we headed for Ria Apartment.There were some weird uncles who were trying to help us to check in, which we could do on our own, wondering were they trying to get some money from us.Luckily all of us are smart, those uncles didn't manage to get anything from us, besides that, our apartment was still FOC(Thanks a lot ot Jia Yi's father whos is a member of Genting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went for fun in OUtdoor Theme Park.The first we played was the spinner, followed by Cyclon, Bumper Boat, CorkScrew, Space Shot and others I couldn't recall their name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SInce it was raining around 7pm, so we then seperated with Cannie and SIaw CHien and then went to KFC for dinner(damn hungry that time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The activities in Outdoor Theme Park ended with we kena halau by the workers there, where we were still trying to take more pictures :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the apartment, everyone was still excited, playing with cards and talked about ghost stories till late night 12am.That time, everyone except Cannie and Siaw Chien still felt fresh and we went down for a walk(with cold air surrounding us)...that feeling was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we seperated again, Cannie, Siaw Chien, Jia Yi and Yee Wun went out first.Kavi, Li Anne, Me, Joe and Luke packed up our luggage and went for the wet park in First World, which only cost us RM5.&lt;br /&gt;It sounds kiddy for these 5 18-year-old teenagers to be in the less than 1m deep pool, but it was great and enjoying to play with the slide and the warm water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that around 2pm we went for lunch and came back to KL~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nice trip-hoping to have another trip*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-5684244957385086184?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/5684244957385086184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Blog by my Dearest Sisters,&lt;br /&gt;and then urged by dearest classmates to have a blogspot blog site....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Got stuck to log in to initial blogspot blog site,&lt;br /&gt;and jz recreated a new one&lt;br /&gt;and editted my own template.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done and created my own site for my English Version Blog.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THank GoD and FRenZ!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4180413888183960311-6961574612261682373?l=jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/feeds/6961574612261682373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4180413888183960311&amp;postID=6961574612261682373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/6961574612261682373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4180413888183960311/posts/default/6961574612261682373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesleneyunceat.blogspot.com/2006/11/finally.html' title='FinaLLy'/><author><name>LuNatiC FRiNGe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702709243711822258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
