<?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-5479281836432514623</id><updated>2011-08-28T00:00:46.006-07:00</updated><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Sad'/><category term='Drama'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>.~*Jamien's Journal*~.</title><subtitle type='html'>When Jam Finds a Prince Who Broke Her Glass Jar</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jamien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772151939107938078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sbo6xrol0EI/AAAAAAAAACA/pMVmWcVfpJo/S220/Hwuei+Li.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479281836432514623.post-8847519249838406451</id><published>2010-10-26T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T10:34:50.508-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><title type='text'>Fateful Accident</title><content type='html'>All of you have been my companions for forty days since you last arrived on the 18th September. Just a little every day, all of you grew from tiny dust-particle sizes to cute little faeries swimming in the water. The process of maturity took 25 days but you were beautiful and it was exciting to watch you grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the fourth week of life, I have witnessed mating and egg sacs on some of you females as you swam around, promising a new life and a new cycle of life, where I can watch your babies grow up and it gave me hope that your generation of faeries will always be there on the window sill if I looked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unavoidable natural disaster snatched many of you away, as the searing heat proved not only difficult for people but deadly to you. Alas only ten of you survived and it saddened me but a glimmer of hope remained that you would still be able to repopulate the tank. It always made my day just a little brighter and a little less stressful to see you flitting gracefully across the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my single track mind to improve your living quarters from what would be like comparing an apartment to a bungalow in the next two weeks, the accident happened. A single lash from the curtain on a windy day sealed the fate of you hardy survivors, spilling your entire world out the window of the second floor condominium block that you've known all your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too late when I noticed, and it pains me to know you were gasping for air before you finally passed away. The few of you who looked like you could survive again, has fallen dead at the bottom of your 500ml tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I bid you all farewell and thank you for the days you were there for me. I'm sorry I was not a good enough master to check on you as soon as I got back today. Please accept my excuse that the water you swam  in was special and surviving 24 hours was paramount to being able to provide you with more. Know that your simple existence brought me small joys from the moment I took you all out while you were still in your egg capsules to today when it happened. Hope you will all be happy together over the rainbow with all your senior pets who have gone there before you. Goodbye, my sea monkeys.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/TMcQfKlczkI/AAAAAAAAALg/bmhq9mIbmH4/s1600/fairy_shrimps_201004181-300x187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/TMcQfKlczkI/AAAAAAAAALg/bmhq9mIbmH4/s320/fairy_shrimps_201004181-300x187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532408794851364418" 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/5479281836432514623-8847519249838406451?l=jamiensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8847519249838406451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2010/10/fateful-accident.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/8847519249838406451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/8847519249838406451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2010/10/fateful-accident.html' title='Fateful Accident'/><author><name>Jamien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772151939107938078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sbo6xrol0EI/AAAAAAAAACA/pMVmWcVfpJo/S220/Hwuei+Li.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/TMcQfKlczkI/AAAAAAAAALg/bmhq9mIbmH4/s72-c/fairy_shrimps_201004181-300x187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479281836432514623.post-4236214477718819757</id><published>2010-10-16T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T02:20:10.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Thailand Trip Day 1</title><content type='html'>I was so excited. This was going to be my first trip out of Malaysia as an adult. It was 5am and I was up before the rooster. I slept lightly and was ready for our girls trip out! My Mum spent 2 weeks reassuring me and my sister that the bus would be very comfortable and coolly air conditioned. That's only a half truth. XD Cuz the seats were rock hard and the air conditioning Arctic cold!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad gave us a lift to Chow Yang where our bus was waiting but upon entering the bus, my sister and I felt we were on the wrong bus. Why? Cuz left, right and center, it was filled with VSOP (Very Strong OLD People)! It seems like we were guppies in a tank of goldfishes. There were 48 of us but only 3 young ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/TLq_mg1c0yI/AAAAAAAAALY/FwoXY83LQLM/s1600/chicken+biscuit+store.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/TLq_mg1c0yI/AAAAAAAAALY/FwoXY83LQLM/s320/chicken+biscuit+store.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528942160920761122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone tells you that the bus would only take 6 hours to reach Thailand with lots of toilet breaks, let me reassure you that THEY'RE LYING. Our supposed 6 hours travel trip to Thailand ended up being 9 hours plus of bus trip. Although to be fair, we did stop for breakfast at Ipoh where I bought tasty chicken biscuit for Bao Bao! The Pun Chun Chicken Biscuit and Restaurant is a restaurant cum shop that sells Pun Chun's various food products plus normal Ipoh hawker food.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/TLq_dE9rg-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/LiimtSBRFTI/s1600/chicken+biscuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/TLq_dE9rg-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/LiimtSBRFTI/s320/chicken+biscuit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528941998820262882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent most of the trip snoozing and and going at the bathroom stops. We stopped at the customs where I got my first stamp on my passport! At the Thai customs, we could see plenty of odd foods like corn that is purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Hap Chai at about 4.30pm and checked into our hotel. For a three star hotel it's pretty AWFUL. The carpets were dusty, hot water in the bathroom was nonexistent but their food fantastic! We also found out later that the hotel we were living in was haunted (thank god we heard after we left).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a few hours after that walking the streets of Hap Chai where various things like clothes, toys, food and snacks were being sold. We even came upon a store which sold bird's nest! Then we retired for the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479281836432514623-4236214477718819757?l=jamiensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4236214477718819757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2010/10/thailand-trip-day-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/4236214477718819757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/4236214477718819757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2010/10/thailand-trip-day-1.html' title='Thailand Trip Day 1'/><author><name>Jamien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772151939107938078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sbo6xrol0EI/AAAAAAAAACA/pMVmWcVfpJo/S220/Hwuei+Li.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/TLq_mg1c0yI/AAAAAAAAALY/FwoXY83LQLM/s72-c/chicken+biscuit+store.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479281836432514623.post-7593062143754544118</id><published>2010-10-15T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T01:44:16.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>My Girlfriend Is A Gumiho</title><content type='html'>I've been pretty busy of late and have yet to update this blog on my Bao Bao's birthday celebration and my trip to Hatnyai Thailand. But I absolutely cannot help myself and fell in love with this drama!! It is by far my most favored Korean drama (not that I watch many though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/TLjIDCHnW2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/hkhveOO0_qs/s1600/341818MyGirlfriendGumiho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/TLjIDCHnW2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/hkhveOO0_qs/s320/341818MyGirlfriendGumiho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528388497031256930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This romantic comedy drama tells the story of a rich and spoiled University student called Cha Dae Woong who accidentally released a nine tailed fox from her imprisonment in a portrait. The gumiho (nine tailed fox) took a shape of a beautiful young woman and saved him from certain death by loaning him her fox bead (the wonders it can do makes me want to get one XD). From here, their story begins with a reluctant and fearful bond to a beautiful and touching relationship. It's a definite must watch for anyone who loves romance, drama, comedy and fantasy.  It's also a definite plus that there is another love story about a soft spoken lady and a rough and dramatic director who tries to portray the essence of Chow Yun Fatt (I'm not kidding). They're bound to tickle your senses silly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/TLjPmQVMO9I/AAAAAAAAALA/URk4ndRWP-g/s1600/LeeSeungGi-ShinMinAh_My_Girlfriend_is_Gumiho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/TLjPmQVMO9I/AAAAAAAAALA/URk4ndRWP-g/s320/LeeSeungGi-ShinMinAh_My_Girlfriend_is_Gumiho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528396798723111890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main characters are Lee Seung Ki (Cha Dae Woong) and Shi Min Ah (Gu Miho). It is undeniable that one of the main attractions of this show is the attraction the actors bring. Gu MiHo plays an adorable little fox who knows little of the world but has boundless cheer and is easily satisfied (think meat meat meat). What I discovered (and am totally liking *ahem*) is that Lee Seung Ki has a killer smile! I don't believe I have ever seen a more entrancing smile than the ones he gave the audience in this drama. His smile pins your heart and pulls it towards him. Don't believe me? Watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/TLjMklKKSMI/AAAAAAAAAKg/NPIEteKh0gU/s1600/thumb_1116141831user_photo.anon.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/TLjMklKKSMI/AAAAAAAAAKg/NPIEteKh0gU/s320/thumb_1116141831user_photo.anon.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528393471419369666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the mean girl trying to steal him away from Gu MiHo (yes I know there's always one in Korean dramas) look so sweet and innocent that you wouldn't believe your eyes at first. She is one good actress because she can pull off such a sly role.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/TLjM1rwksaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/eQeYIMu6qN0/s1600/mgf9tf-ep-01-han-avi_000321321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/TLjM1rwksaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/eQeYIMu6qN0/s320/mgf9tf-ep-01-han-avi_000321321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528393765248872866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also prevalent in most Korean dramas, there will be an underdog who pursues the main female lead. During his first appearance in the drama, my friend (you know who you are) commented that "He is so pretty! His eyes got electricity! It's like it shocks you!". Just for your info my friend is MALE and is totally straight. XD What more could a girl ask for, 2 devastatingly handsome men vying for the attention and love of one girl. Gah~~ But on a side note, this drama has a special approach since Park Dong Ju (No Min Woo) doesn't directly pursue MiHo and has a thousand year history with her! I don't usually say this but No Min Woo is sexy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/TLjOIMDiEyI/AAAAAAAAAK4/sjatfs3-4fo/s1600/no+min+woo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/TLjOIMDiEyI/AAAAAAAAAK4/sjatfs3-4fo/s320/no+min+woo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528395182667600674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Without fail, this drama makes me laugh and cry. It touches me about how beautiful love can be and makes every girl want what these 2 main male roles can give! Pictures do these actors and actresses no justice so if you want to know how good they are, watch the show.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/TLjQARLTj4I/AAAAAAAAALI/THNX-xXdVV8/s1600/gumiho+icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/TLjQARLTj4I/AAAAAAAAALI/THNX-xXdVV8/s320/gumiho+icon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528397245626683266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've painfully awaited this show till the last episode so as to not have to stop because the episodes or subs aren't out yet. It was definitely worth the wait and provided me and Bao Bao with lots of laughter (and me with plenty of tears. XD) This could cheer you up even if you fell into a ditch. :D Think about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479281836432514623-7593062143754544118?l=jamiensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7593062143754544118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-girlfriend-is-gumiho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/7593062143754544118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/7593062143754544118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-girlfriend-is-gumiho.html' title='My Girlfriend Is A Gumiho'/><author><name>Jamien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772151939107938078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sbo6xrol0EI/AAAAAAAAACA/pMVmWcVfpJo/S220/Hwuei+Li.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/TLjIDCHnW2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/hkhveOO0_qs/s72-c/341818MyGirlfriendGumiho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479281836432514623.post-5043830014911664615</id><published>2010-01-03T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T03:06:38.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jolly Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I come from a family who doesn't celebrate Christmas so this would be my first time truly celebrating Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year is special because I get to celebrate it with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt;. I haven't seen him in a week (he was on holiday and was in his hometown house) and gosh I missed him! I was so psyched to finally see his car outside my house on Christmas Eve and to finally kiss his sweet lips in greeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/S0HLMeeCieI/AAAAAAAAAJw/04wr1C77jrk/s320/1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422838841528715746" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To get the feel of the season, we decided to go to Pavilion. What could be better than beautiful decorations to get you in the mood? Thanks to Rory's GPS we got there no problem and lo and behold, wonderful decorations! Don't ask me what the stacked bowls fountain has to do with Christmas because I have no idea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/S0HKpUB58aI/AAAAAAAAAJo/dwKQvv0z56U/s320/2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422838237430935970" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anything it has so many Christmas elements around like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reindeers&lt;/span&gt;, Christmas trees and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mistletoes&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/S0HKSJlKNTI/AAAAAAAAAJg/JtFl8eANbEU/s320/3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422837839489021234" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw the Pavilion &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;GSC&lt;/span&gt; Cinema and was surprised to see the structure of it, how it was separated from the main building and was partially outdoors. The way into the cinema rooms was blocked off so it's not possible to enter and the whole isolation is there. It is weird though that the gents and ladies (bathroom) are far apart unlike normal ones next to each other in shopping malls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/S0HJ8gwShDI/AAAAAAAAAJY/oGw5dNRE-j4/s320/4.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422837467752596530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was also a Christmas performance which was cute and interesting and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt; and I took a few pictures with the performers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/S0HJr8aZKkI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4MpihdiFZu8/s320/6.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422837183119174210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We watched Bodyguards and Assassins. It was a very historical show that reminded people of sacrifice and pride of your people, putting the good of the country before their own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/S0HIjNxcMOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/DWa-BuaSsD8/s320/13.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422835933648793826" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At night just before he sends me home, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt; springs a surprise from the trunk of his car and wham, a giant package wrapped up in cute wrappings with cartoons on it. I felt touched that he would think of buying me something and make it a surprise at that. Now this cute rabbit accompanies me in bed every night and reminds me of the one I love whom I will see after every night's sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/S0HIRSqwguI/AAAAAAAAAIw/hDypEEeMMZU/s320/8.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422835625725297378" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We chose matching Reindeer Santa hats that we wore together on Christmas Day. We spent the day in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Midvalley&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Megamall&lt;/span&gt; and watched three movies almost back to back. Movie marathon, that's definitely our favourite activity together (besides the obvious kissing and hugging right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;) Alvin and the Chipmunks the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Squeekal&lt;/span&gt;, The Vampire Assistant and last but not least, Sherlock Holmes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/S0HH6xSK2yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/SpQprW87X14/s320/10.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422835238806674210" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For breakfast, we had Oyster noodles and for lunch/dinner, we had sushi at yo-sushi! Ah~ There's no one else I'd love to share a bite of salmon with but my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt;. I seem to get the best with him around. It all feels like the best also because he is with me, sharing it with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/S0HHGLlOQNI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1a58iLwF_Dw/s320/11.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422834335332843730" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night, I encountered truth and guilt and I gave love and forgiveness as well. I'm hoping things will blow over soon and I would be able to be myself again, just comfortable and free. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/S0HGiNw86PI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/x7VlUeLcHU4/s320/12.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422833717443619058" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Anyhows&lt;/span&gt; thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt; for an unforgettable first Christmas together. I hope we will spend all our special and normal days together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/S0HIzx7gBAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/hG5US2ht1XE/s320/5.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422836218232570882" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479281836432514623-5043830014911664615?l=jamiensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5043830014911664615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/jolly-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/5043830014911664615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/5043830014911664615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/jolly-christmas.html' title='Jolly Christmas'/><author><name>Jamien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772151939107938078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sbo6xrol0EI/AAAAAAAAACA/pMVmWcVfpJo/S220/Hwuei+Li.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/S0HLMeeCieI/AAAAAAAAAJw/04wr1C77jrk/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479281836432514623.post-2550634162821520258</id><published>2009-12-21T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T06:02:54.690-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Light in A Dark Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I never understood the appeal of being in a dark room, screaming on top of your lungs at a screen. Much like a room of interrogation, it has tables and chairs except these were substituted by relatively comfortable tables and sofa. Same as the interrogation room that has but one sole light shinning on you, this room too has one light, and it comes from the screen that you will have to look at till you decide to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course, in this room, instead of being subjected to torture from the fellow inspectors, you get tortured by the very people you call friends whom you have invited along with you. The equipment they provide seem to be tuned for this very purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are no bars on the windows for the room lacked windows at all. There is no bolt and lock on the door and no officer that prevents you from leaving yet while you are subjected to this horror, you lack the will and desire to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such is the terror of the karaoke room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I know it's very late in my life but for the first time, I actually went for karaoke. All this while, some way or other, by cruel fate or otherwise, I have not been able to go for karaoke sessions and finally, I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SzDRCjhSNMI/AAAAAAAAAII/d6gNTCc7GnY/s320/1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418060193551496386" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was unexpected but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; suddenly says that he and his friends were going for karaoke at Mines and asked if I would like to come along. The student rates were suppose to be cheap so I happily tagged along, eager to find out the mystery b&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ehind&lt;/span&gt; the dark box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Red Box there was fairly cheap. At RM 9, we get 2 drinks and a room. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has not yet gotten his student card so his charge is RM 24 but with drink and food. :) I've always been happy to share cost with my dearly beloved so it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SzDQ1y92RTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kv4f_hR-zwk/s320/2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418059974359532850" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our room was 35, and it wasn't very interesting. It had wallpapers of what looked like wooden crates; 2 black sofa and 2 tables. There was a wide screen and we had to divide 3 microphones between 4 of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ordered a lemon tea and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lychee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; aloe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;vera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I wouldn't recommend it as lemon tea was very drying for the throat and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lychee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; aloe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;vera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;SOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sweet. :) The garlic and chicken pasta that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ordered was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SzDQoTmBOGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3ffJyvrUEbo/s320/3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418059742599788642" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first I was embarrassed but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and his 2 friends, Wei and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Liew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; soon put me at ease. Wei and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Liew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had  quite an amazing voice although Wei preferred some more emotional songs (yes, we sang a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;linkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; park and other sad songs). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SzDQWu4-kAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/MEKRdI_ytSw/s320/5.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418059440689418242" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was in his own arena for he loved to sing (on his own or to a radio) and confidently added or subtracted sound effects (like echoes and what not).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The three of them had an awesome time remodeling the songs to their liking with additional words, fast rapping, and colorful languages (:D need I say more?) It was totally hilarious! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I myself rediscovered my love for songs that I used to listen to when I was younger, namely Backstreet Boys and Brian McKnight (etc etc). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) All in all it was wonderful and we sang for 4 hours. The way the mics turned our voice into something awful was bad plus some of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;MVs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had no lyrics but it was still wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SzDQIdwwX8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/4lnWawffmf8/s320/6.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418059195573362626" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So  here, I would like to extend my thanks to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, who shared with me my first experience of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;karaok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Liew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Wei who luckily survived my awful tone deaf singing for 4 hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SzDPv0UPmEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/BYZkV61iD58/s320/7.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418058772131059778" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mission: Successful. Enjoyment 100% and casualties 0. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Karaoke rooms might be haunted after all because the pictures I took had weird &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;spectrums&lt;/span&gt; of purple around. I leave it to your imagination and believes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Hehehe&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/5479281836432514623-2550634162821520258?l=jamiensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2550634162821520258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/light-in-dark-box.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/2550634162821520258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/2550634162821520258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/light-in-dark-box.html' title='Light in A Dark Box'/><author><name>Jamien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772151939107938078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sbo6xrol0EI/AAAAAAAAACA/pMVmWcVfpJo/S220/Hwuei+Li.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SzDRCjhSNMI/AAAAAAAAAII/d6gNTCc7GnY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479281836432514623.post-9083811068421173110</id><published>2009-09-18T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T09:57:19.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>The Ugly Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SrO46ZJcEXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/rsXcD-xUZGk/s1600-h/uglytruth_movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SrO46ZJcEXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/rsXcD-xUZGk/s320/uglytruth_movie-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382849292960272754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Ugly Truth is one of the very few movies that brings audiences through a flourish of emotions ranging from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;outrageous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; dismay to heartfelt sympathy and then shared happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What happens when strict, always prepared, control freak Abby (Katherine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Heigl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;) who can't seem to manage her love life; meets perverted, easy-going, male chauvinist Mike (Gerard Butler)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The answer is a humorous, food-for-thought romantic comedy that leaves you questioning the true motive of women and men while wanting more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The story's main characters are a classic example of stereotypes where Abby believes in true love and is looking for her prince charming while Mike is a gruff and tough man who can't seem to conjure thoughts above his waist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The two clash when their principles and believes rub each other raw and the tension is unbearable when Mike was signed on as a talent that Abby had to produce on her TV show, "The Ugly Truth" which features relationship-expert Mike disillusioning women on what men really want and what they should do to be attractive to men. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just the beginning of the movie leaves a profound impact on audiences as women cinema-wide displayed expressions of wide disbelief while men seem to be amazingly amused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Ugly Truth is surely a movie not to be missed and is surely Gerard Butler's best movie yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rating: 5/5&lt;/span&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/5479281836432514623-9083811068421173110?l=jamiensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9083811068421173110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/ugly-truth.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/9083811068421173110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/9083811068421173110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/ugly-truth.html' title='The Ugly Truth'/><author><name>Jamien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772151939107938078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sbo6xrol0EI/AAAAAAAAACA/pMVmWcVfpJo/S220/Hwuei+Li.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SrO46ZJcEXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/rsXcD-xUZGk/s72-c/uglytruth_movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479281836432514623.post-8566793353743766625</id><published>2009-09-12T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T00:47:57.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Words or Action</title><content type='html'>There's a popular saying, "Action speaks louder than words", but really, which is important?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the normal circumstances, when you say you will do something but you don't do it, someone will get offended or sad. For example, you promise your girlfriend you would try to change. After you say it, you don't do it. You keep putting it off to tomorrow and then tomorrow. Guess what, tomorrow never ends. There's always going to be a tomorrow after tomorrow. The next tomorrow can be the tomorrow you were saying. Please shape up and do it. Don't make excuses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other thing is the word "try". People don't realize it but it is actually a negative word. Why? Because if will absolve your responsibility by saying it. When you say "I try" you're neither saying you will nor you won't. Using the word "try" for your promises is convenient for you but it hurts your partner more. Use the word "I will". Doing something starts from your self determination to do it. Don't make promises you can't keep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In scenario 2, you've been going out with your girlfriend, or rather, someone you say is your girlfriend for a while. You guys do all the stuff couples do. You hold hands and go out together. You make corny jokes and pamper one another. Both of you do all sorts of stuff together but you don't tell her you love her. You believe your action speaks louder than words. You believe what you do has already told her you're serious with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well dude, a news flash just for you. IT DOESN'T. Your girl will always be lost in between the parts of confusion and insecurity. You would ask, why will she? Because she doesn't know for sure that you're serious about her. She can't officially tell people you're her boyfriend because she doesn't know for sure. She's afraid that you're going to turn around and leave all of a sudden and say that there really was nothing between you, that you were just "benefits without responsibilities" friends. It's not about trust. Trust is the only thing that keeps her from leaving you. IF you say you love her and you  mean it, it will reassure her and your relationship bond will be stronger. There's really no reason you shouldn't say it. After all, she's with you because she's serious about you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From both situations, i can conclude that BOTH word and action are equally important. After you say something and then you do it, it will give people the feeling that you're credible and believable. That you're a man of your words. Words and action goes hand in hand. One can't go without the other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People are complicated and insecure creatures, and even more so in this time and age. Sometimes, clarification is needed. Other times, action from your behalf is necessary. You lose nothing by offering and it could be good for you and people around you. Think about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479281836432514623-8566793353743766625?l=jamiensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8566793353743766625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/words-or-action.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/8566793353743766625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/8566793353743766625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/words-or-action.html' title='Words or Action'/><author><name>Jamien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772151939107938078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sbo6xrol0EI/AAAAAAAAACA/pMVmWcVfpJo/S220/Hwuei+Li.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479281836432514623.post-6795539170505062789</id><published>2009-07-22T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T04:21:51.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Return of the Day of Birth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night before my special day, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt; presented me with a little gift. It was a chocolate mousse cake. It tasted great with the dark chocolate practically making up the whole slice of cake. "I thought you might like it. As a little surprise", he smiled. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt;, I haven't had cake in ages. He didn't like cakes much but he bought it for me because I like it. :) I adore surprises but more than that, I feel touched by the sincerity in making a surprise for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SnLTOkw5b4I/AAAAAAAAAGg/WpxGLRbrBQ4/s320/1.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364582353492078466" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I messaged &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt; before I got out of bed the next day and got up and washed up. I had a short chat with my sister and mum before going out to meet my Prince in his maroon car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was wearing a torn blue shirt that says "save the world" with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bermuda&lt;/span&gt; pants. I was wearing a jeans dress. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; Honestly I was a bit disappointed in his way of dressing on such a day but what he said after that made up for it.  "Happy Birthday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bie&lt;/span&gt;", he said. :) I smiled because the person I loved remembered my birthday and wished me with a loving crinkle in his eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SnLSpWFGOCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/KziXLZbo65w/s320/2.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364581713895110690" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suddenly miss the taste of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; and Domino's and had trouble deciding on which to go. So we tried to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; first and there was no parking. No fate so we went to Domino's, drove a whole round then found a parking a mile away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SnLRdHpWTUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bRq3WzixC70/s320/3.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364580404350569794" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever seen those romance movies where couples share an umbrella under the pouring rain? The exact same scenario happened. Just the 2 of us squeezing under 1 tiny (smaller than usual) sized umbrella, walking a mile squeezed closely together. The weather was cold and harsh but under that umbrella, it was warm and comfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ordered some new type of fries with cheese bites and a large pizza. Another thing I appreciate about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt; B&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ao&lt;/span&gt; is that he shares the love of food with me (besides vegetables and fruits since he hates them).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SnLRDmQKo8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/rkY907lfj9U/s320/5.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364579965889848258" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We reached home and had a little party of our own and celebrated it over a Steven Chow movie. After that we took a nap together as the weather was cooling and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt; hinted there was much to do at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7pm arrived and we got ready. I know he won't tell me but I still had to ask, "Where are we going, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt;?" Again, he had that mysterious smile and said "You'll know when we get there". He made me play guessing games as to where he was taking me but  provided no real answers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At last, he said "Here we are" and parked the car. Where were we? He brought me to a restaurant with the cutest logo of a rabbit and a moon. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Tomoe&lt;/span&gt; Japanese Restaurant. "I know you love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; food", he commented. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was kind of high class, with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; sliding door as its main door. There were Japanese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;language&lt;/span&gt; newspapers and magazines on a table near that door. All the workers would greet us welcome in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; and tend to us most politely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I made a reservation", &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt; said and I felt happy, that he thought so far ahead for me. We were directed across the floor to an elevator and went up a floor and shown to our seats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a corner table where you could see outside through the glass windows. The lights were yellow and mellow and had a romantic mood to it. The table was set with chopsticks, among other things, not all of which we knew how to use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SnLQk-YgGzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hJ21q1tYpjs/s320/6.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364579439791315762" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What do we do with this?", &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt; asked me. "How should I know? I've never been to high class &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; restaurants before!" I answered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SnLODNXurXI/AAAAAAAAAF4/XXD5Sdm_rX8/s320/8.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364576660675800434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had fun guessing and trying out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; custom while we were there. I opened the menu and my draw dropped. People, if you don't have at least RM 100 please don't come to this restaurant. You'd embarrass yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had trouble deciding what to order because I haven't seen many of the food types plus the prices were glaring. I kind of felt bad that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt; had to pay so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally I decided on a mix fish with rice dish which cost about RM 38. The fish were very very fresh. It feels like the for the first time, I'm really tasting the salmon and the tuna. There were octopus slices, salmon, tuna, some fish eggs and some other fish that I'm not sure what they were. My rating? 9/10. It was DELICIOUS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SnLNSVG23FI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ymymG6xauBM/s320/9.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364575820938927186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt; ordered a Ten Don. It's a mix of fried foods with rice. He'd love that dish as he loves fried food. We shared everything we ordered so we had a chance to taste more stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SnLMOYxhIwI/AAAAAAAAAFg/wnwU4dNOrtA/s320/10.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364574653692060418" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between us, we shared a Dragon Roll. It's a beautiful sushi dish, with salmon and avocado plus lobster in between. It was tasty. It made me think "Ah, so THIS is sushi". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SnLLxi2UpsI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7QN681e8hp4/s320/11.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364574158180361922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food is awesome! I don't think there's anywhere else you can find such fresh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; food that looks good and taste good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first I felt a bit out of place because everyone else present at the restaurant was either &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; or a business man. The whole place reeked of 2 things, "expensive" and "high class". Eventually I started to enjoy the place and food because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt; was there to enjoy it with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we finished eating, he asked me, "Are you happy? Do you like it here?" and I said "Yes" because I was. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt; wasn't very rich but he saved and he was willing to spend so much on me. Plus he told me he was driving around here looking for the restaurant before. It was SO much effort. I was truly touched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, a waitress approached with a beautiful little cake with candles and all, put it before me, and sang me a birthday song. The cake had a chocolate plate that said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Jamien's&lt;/span&gt; 22". :) An original besides "Happy Birthday" was nice. He kissed me and we shared a blueberry cheese cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SnLK6qPyT0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Q7R70690oac/s320/12.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364573215273406274" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, he sent me home. I was really happy. I feel so loved. I have such a wonderful person who plans such a wonderful birthday surprise for me. I am glad and happy he would do this for me. Bad experience has taught me that it is not a must that people celebrate your birthday but it is a privilege that only those truly loved will get. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He also made a sort of private book for me. "To stick our photos in it", he says. It's not finished yet but it's wonderful because he made it with his hands.He lost sleep over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SnLHbJrnA4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/1yV7BdcjmsQ/s320/13.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364569375420908418" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so privileged to be entitled to his love and efforts. I feel glad he remembered my birthday. I feel happy he planned and worked so hard to make me happy. I feel touched that I mean so much to him. Above all. I'm glad we found each other, that we met, and we fell in love. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt;, I'm glad to call you mine. :) And thanks you for the best birthday, ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Pio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Pio&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Hawkies&lt;/span&gt; for all the help you gave to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SnLFsLPU8CI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4xqtL15-7k4/s320/13.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364567468873674786" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479281836432514623-6795539170505062789?l=jamiensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6795539170505062789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/return-of-day-of-birth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/6795539170505062789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/6795539170505062789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/return-of-day-of-birth.html' title='Return of the Day of Birth'/><author><name>Jamien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772151939107938078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sbo6xrol0EI/AAAAAAAAACA/pMVmWcVfpJo/S220/Hwuei+Li.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SnLTOkw5b4I/AAAAAAAAAGg/WpxGLRbrBQ4/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479281836432514623.post-5334251163568616598</id><published>2009-04-22T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:27:00.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Appreciation</title><content type='html'>Everyone knows that love can easily go sour. Often times, we find angry wives and tired husbands. Why? Why do all these happen? I witnessed a wife complaining about her husband, saying angry words but her eyes showed not anger, but hurt and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to the conclusion, that after being with someone after some time, people just tend to overlook things they should appreciate. For example, after marriage, you come home to your wife cooking. You'd appreciate the fact that you have someone special and only belongs with you. You'd also appreciate that she wants a warm meal for you to come home to. But after a few years, you neglect that fact. Cooking becomes her JOB. In fact, you'd be pissed to arrive home and the meals aren't cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, she married you and is your wife. She gave a part of her life to you, to be with you. She didn't give it to you just so she can be your slave and cook, wash and clean. Wives are NOT free servants. Don't treat them like one. There is no rule written in the marriage contract that she has to cook and clean and give birth to your kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything she does at home, she does it for you. So don't cease to appreciate her little actions as love and care for you. Don't start thinking it's her duty, because it's not. She washes your clothes because she wants you to have clean clothes to wear. She cooks for you so you can have good food to eat and not starve. She gifts you with her children because she gives you the privilege of being the father of her children. She nags you about everything, because she worries about your safety and health, etc. She doesn't have to give a damn about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same for wives. Your husband is out working very hard so he can make sure to provide you with ingredients to cook, with a home, to indulge in your fantasies, etc. He goes out with you shopping no matter how he dislikes it because YOU like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for children, your parents work very hard, and has been doing so, probably even before you were conceived. They nag, they worry and they fret about you, because you are their special and important child and they want you to have the best in life, and not to make mistakes you can never recover from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for siblings, yeah, you fight. Sometimes you feel you hate each other. But hey, you guys are special to one another. Only you guys are blood related, grew up together. No one can be THAT intimately close as do you all. Appreciate it. The closest friends fight. Siblings are closer still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, sometimes you will say hurtful things to each other because it is true. You can't hate each other for that. Who's going to seriously tell you that your dress sucks or you have a bad behavior that would make you and people around you unhappy? Only the closest and dearest friends will do so because they want what's best for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has reasons for what they do. Sometimes, take a step back and put yourself in that person's shoe. Why would that person do that to you? Any hidden motives? Think of why the person does what he does before you snap. More than anything, appreciate the little things they do for you. They do it out of love. No matter how often they do it for you, it deserves to be appreciated. Simply put, people do many things and don't expect material things in return. What they do want, is acknowledgment that you recognized their efforts and appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479281836432514623-5334251163568616598?l=jamiensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5334251163568616598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/appreciation.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/5334251163568616598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/5334251163568616598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/appreciation.html' title='Appreciation'/><author><name>Jamien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772151939107938078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sbo6xrol0EI/AAAAAAAAACA/pMVmWcVfpJo/S220/Hwuei+Li.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479281836432514623.post-200651200772595760</id><published>2009-04-21T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:32:59.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Bad Luck</title><content type='html'>What happens when bad luck befalls you? The day started nice and interesting. Jane was supposed to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zhong&lt;/span&gt; Wei nicely at 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Utama&lt;/span&gt; and buy tickets for the movie "He's Just Not That Into You" and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zhai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zhai&lt;/span&gt; and I will meet them later when he finishes work. It all worked out fine and we reached 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Utama&lt;/span&gt; and found a parking space just that close to 7pm, the time our movie was supposed to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a step out of the car and *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PLAK&lt;/span&gt;*. The straps of my sandal conveniently broke off. In haste and embarrassment,  took off my sandals and waltz the whole 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Utama&lt;/span&gt; BAREFOOT. The sensation was weird but not many people actually noticed it. The feeling of the tiled floors or the escalators on your bare feet are interesting. It's definitely not a good idea to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;barefoot&lt;/span&gt; into the cinema. You'd feel like your toes were getting frostbites on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we took our meal, we all rushed into a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bata&lt;/span&gt; shop to get me a pair pf shoes. The look on the sales person's face when buying a pair of shoes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;barefoot&lt;/span&gt; was weird. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. But hey, i have shoes when i walk into the restaurant for food! Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't recommend anyone to ever go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;barefoot&lt;/span&gt; in 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;utama&lt;/span&gt;. It's cold and the floor's dusty. :P maybe I should have made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Zhai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Zhai&lt;/span&gt; go barefoot while I wore his shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479281836432514623-200651200772595760?l=jamiensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/200651200772595760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-luck.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/200651200772595760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/200651200772595760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-luck.html' title='Bad Luck'/><author><name>Jamien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772151939107938078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sbo6xrol0EI/AAAAAAAAACA/pMVmWcVfpJo/S220/Hwuei+Li.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479281836432514623.post-9007075318946222030</id><published>2009-03-26T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:01:10.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>2nd Motor Ride wif Broken</title><content type='html'>It was a Thursday, in other words, the one day that I have no class in college. I wake up at noon as usual, and squint to read a message from a cutie. "Jam, what time are you free today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up to a cutie's message is awesome. Then my whole day was planned and occupied. I woke up, bathed, helped my family out of the house for their own activities, and went at the back to meet Broke Broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was starting to drizzle, and there was Broke Broke, waiting on my high machine aka motorcycle. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Guys, prince on a white horse is overrated and old fashioned. Now, there's that well-dressed cute boy on a motorcycle waiting for you and just for you! *fawns~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, i wore the helmet and got on the motorcycle with no problem. Then the high experience of scenes zipping by began and everything is clearer since it was during the day. This is my third time on the motor (2 times on the first trip) he sped up way more. I was in seventh heaven!  My first trip on the motorcycle in broad daylight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached, first thing to do is o&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sc0F0aBVE2I/AAAAAAAAADw/IJWBnLCONnY/s1600-h/confessions-of-a-shopaholic-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sc0F0aBVE2I/AAAAAAAAADw/IJWBnLCONnY/s320/confessions-of-a-shopaholic-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317913132890657634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;f course get to the cinema! After short assessment of time and movies available, we chose Confession of a Shopaholic. People, I think this movie is one of the must watch. The story is about a girl, who have problems with shopping. Being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stinged&lt;/span&gt; on by her parents since she was young, she has this unbridled desire to own all the beautiful shoes and clothes that were pretty and expensive but not necessarily made to last. Her credit cards became her magic weapon that brings her all the things she wants. Due to fate and luck, a string of events led her to meet a cute guy she loved and she was the luckiest girl alive! But because of her obsession, she let the man she loved down and disappointed her best friend. Then, she did the right thing and fixed her life plus got over her obsession. This is a touching and beautiful story possibly true in this age and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sc0GKQ06cRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YXjxZYYuQEw/s1600-h/A4poster+KNOWING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sc0GKQ06cRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YXjxZYYuQEw/s320/A4poster+KNOWING.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317913508379783442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went and buy a second movie! We chose Knowing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; Broke Broke has this thing for Nicholas Cage. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jalan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jalan&lt;/span&gt; a while all around then went back for the movie. The movie was OK. It is pretty creepy and has the makings of a horror movie. The movie is about a single father (Nicholas Cage) whose doing a so-so job at raising his son, Caleb. His son picks an envelope from a 50 year old time capsule that contains dates, number of death and location of major disasters around the globe. That part was really creepy and awesome. Then there's the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Apocalypse&lt;/span&gt; and whisperer. Wanna know more? Watch it! It's actually not bad. And doomsday is coming this 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; October!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy in the cinema who checked our tickets were surprised to see us again and recognized us well. I was surprised he recognized us out of the tonnes of people going into the cinema daily. He took some time to recommend us some movies he think that we would enjoy. Honestly I was a little flattered since he could pick out our faces from the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sc0MRyoFlqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jM-afHOkwH8/s1600-h/DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sc0MRyoFlqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jM-afHOkwH8/s320/DSC00121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317920234781644450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Following that is of course... FOOD! We both made our first entrance and trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sakae&lt;/span&gt; Sushi. Broke Broke and I were disappointed because they ran out of salmon but the sushi is fresh, taste good and the system for ordering was cool! They have this computer next to each table and you get to order the stuff through the system. They have pictures you can enlarge and you can see the ingredients for each type of food they make. That was our first time eating in a place with such system so we had an interesting time figuring and ordering stuff. By the time we ordered it was already closing up since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sakae&lt;/span&gt; Sushi was closing in early that day. Just our luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Broke Broke hates vegetables. Watch me as I emphasize "HATE". Eating a load of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wasabi&lt;/span&gt; was easier than biting into a mouthful of cucumbers. When he bit into his Spicy Salmon Roll, he had so much luck that he extracted all the cucumbers out at 1 go. Imagine the face of someone forcibly drinking the raw egg of an ostrich. Can you imagine it? Yup, that's how dear Broke Broke looked. My feelings were running somewhere between laughing in stitches and emphathizing with him since I'd look like him if I had a mouthful of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;broccoli&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sc0Mw8li8NI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/v3zmSuZ1A4E/s1600-h/DSC00120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sc0Mw8li8NI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/v3zmSuZ1A4E/s320/DSC00120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317920770031284434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broke Broke can eat a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wasabi&lt;/span&gt;. Putting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wasabi&lt;/span&gt; in soy sauce takes away the nose flaring feel so he applied &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wasabi&lt;/span&gt; directly to his sushi minus the soy sauce. I have to say, his tolerance for such stuff is high! He hardly blinked! I wanted to take pictures of him with teary eyes but it didn't happen. So the next time, I helped him stack a little mountain of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;wasabi&lt;/span&gt; on his sushi. He was eager to test himself also. Expecting nothing, I didn't get my camera on ready and I regretted! He got teary-eyes! By the time I got my phone out, it was already over! Dang! I didn't get to take his teary eyed pictures but i still got to take some of his other cute pictures~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the other thing I did notice was Broke Broke has this really cute gait. Whenever he wants to get on the escalator to go down, he watches the passing steps intently to make sure he steps into the yellow box, which means he'll be a few steps behind. In a way, that is so so incredibly cute! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt;!!! It makes me wanna hold his hand and beseech him to trust me and lead him on the escalator. Oh my goodness where do you find guys this cute?? &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to go for another movie after that but the only available movies that won't cross 1am was not too much to our taste so we headed home. I got another motor ride~ The traffic was heavy and I experienced "walking" and weaving to get by stationary cars. I wished that it would rain then so I get the feel of soaking wet while on your bike. Call me crazy but it's an experienced. Imagine getting soaking wet, your clothes plastered to you, and you holding on to a cute guy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Comprande&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Broke &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Broke's&lt;/span&gt; excellent skills I got very comfortable riding a motor. There's practically no fear. So I had another great outing with a great guy. No need to say but I'm obviously looking forward to our next outing, whenever that is. =3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479281836432514623-9007075318946222030?l=jamiensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9007075318946222030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/2nd-motor-ride-wif-broken.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/9007075318946222030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/9007075318946222030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/2nd-motor-ride-wif-broken.html' title='2nd Motor Ride wif Broken'/><author><name>Jamien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772151939107938078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sbo6xrol0EI/AAAAAAAAACA/pMVmWcVfpJo/S220/Hwuei+Li.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sc0F0aBVE2I/AAAAAAAAADw/IJWBnLCONnY/s72-c/confessions-of-a-shopaholic-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479281836432514623.post-5147843953326352970</id><published>2009-03-25T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:41:03.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Motor Ride With Broken</title><content type='html'>Broke Broke and I instantly hit off as we did click after chatting. We both discovered that we were deprived movie buffs, so we instantly planned for an outing of movie watching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday, we finally managed to meet up and despite seeing his picture online already, I really have to say, he is cute! It's a really strange world where most people think that they're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fugly&lt;/span&gt; but I don't see it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we met, we started chatting and chatting till it was a little late for us to get to an earlier movie. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; He is a nice guy and it is very very easy and comfortable to talk with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after that has to be the highlight of the whole day. We are going to go to 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Utama&lt;/span&gt; on his motorcycle!! Yes guys, I know. It's just a motorcycle right? What's the big deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Scp6r4GDh8I/AAAAAAAAADo/U5OhUZ-QmMI/s1600-h/av-101796-1227166324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Scp6r4GDh8I/AAAAAAAAADo/U5OhUZ-QmMI/s320/av-101796-1227166324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317197204275038146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, consider this. I have parents who have always disallowed me from riding a motorcycle. Why? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; it's dangerous. Motorcyclist have high mortality rates. Youngsters nowadays drive recklessly, always cutting in and out of a line like the road belongs to their father. Or so said my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for myself, I find that I am more adventurous after my breakup. I just really wanted to try many many new things. :) Somehow, it makes my life seem more interesting and significant that way. So yeah, I was afraid to ride a motorcycle, but I wanted to just for the experience. I was so excited and kinda anticipated and dreaded the experienced all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time to go, Broke Broke passed me a helmet. The first question I asked him was "How do you wear a helmet". I swear, his expression was weird like I was asking him something really crazy. I know it's lame but I don't know how it works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was "How do you get up on the seat". He says, "hold on my shoulder and hop on top". I was like, "oh!". Did try it, manage to get on top, and Broke Broke was very considerate. He drove slowly. He eventually sped up a bit and I couldn't quite summon the courage to release myself from the hugging position on the bike. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; It was quite embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, the experience was awesome! It's really different from sitting in a car &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; you get to see all around you. No protection for you but no material resistance either. The reason why motors don't need air conditioner is because the wind totally hits against your skin and you would feel cool! The sensation of scenery and wind zipping by is exhilarating. In high speed, the ride makes you wanna scream out "yeah!!". If you ask for my one word description of the ride, the word I would use is "HIGH".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Scp5rycQFVI/AAAAAAAAADg/No5miqrme_s/s1600-h/HotelForDogsPoster2%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Scp5rycQFVI/AAAAAAAAADg/No5miqrme_s/s320/HotelForDogsPoster2%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317196103245894994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought a movie ticket to watch Hotel For Dogs. It's about this pair of brother and sister who had been put in foster families many times since their parents died. They were doing all they can to feed their dog Friday without their latest foster parents finding out. Their foster parents are plain bimbo weird. Anyways, they ended up rescuing stray dogs with a few more friends till they their own special family. This show had a lot to do with family and doing the right thing plus overcoming adversity. The younger brother is some sort of a genius inventor who makes a whole lot of cool gadgets to keep the dogs happy and satisfied. That part of it is really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/ScpykHLbp7I/AAAAAAAAADI/cr6G3gNs-cI/s1600-h/DSC00115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/ScpykHLbp7I/AAAAAAAAADI/cr6G3gNs-cI/s320/DSC00115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317188274792146866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we went for the movie, Broke Broke and I went to Vietnamese Kitchen for dinner. The atmosphere is nice and the food's good. The service is very good as well. I ordered Vietnam Fried Rice while he had a Lemon chicken chop if i remember. Both food were well decorated. nice to eat a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Scp2ItgezTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6DHgrg7D6TI/s1600-h/DSC00114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Scp2ItgezTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6DHgrg7D6TI/s320/DSC00114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317192202091154738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; nice to look at. That's pretty good in my books. They served us some sort of peanuts before our meal, and it taste good! It's not the fried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kacang&lt;/span&gt; that we get from restaurants. This once have gravy and are soft and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie we had another motor ride home! Guys... I love riding motor! It makes you feel really good, like swinging really high on playground swings. Holding the shoulders of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kawaii&lt;/span&gt; guy for security isn't bad either. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: To protect Broke &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Broke's&lt;/span&gt; privacy, I have agreed not to post his picture on this blog. Plus I think most of you have already seen him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479281836432514623-5147843953326352970?l=jamiensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5147843953326352970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/motor-ride-with-broken.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/5147843953326352970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/5147843953326352970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/motor-ride-with-broken.html' title='Motor Ride With Broken'/><author><name>Jamien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772151939107938078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sbo6xrol0EI/AAAAAAAAACA/pMVmWcVfpJo/S220/Hwuei+Li.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Scp6r4GDh8I/AAAAAAAAADo/U5OhUZ-QmMI/s72-c/av-101796-1227166324.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479281836432514623.post-5466087252819923557</id><published>2009-03-15T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T08:26:44.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Breakup on a Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>What is it about rainy days that make you think of sad memories? I found myself entranced by the drops falling from the sky like it was crying. Involuntarily, my mind took a tour back to my ex relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that hit my mind were the happy memories from what seemed so long ago. I remembered him holding my hand while his other hand brushed my cheek, telling me that he loved me so much and that there will be no other. There was so much love and feeling in his eyes that it could not have been a lie. I was afraid to believe because I was hurt before so he promised me that he will tell me if he ever felt his feelings change. He promised I would be the first to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many other sweet happy memories that he said so earnestly that I have no other choice but to believe it. Very slowly, he made me trust in him, to believe what he say, to trust that I was safe in this person's arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313435815698217138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sb0duPuHuLI/AAAAAAAAADA/7xldm_kDvDA/s320/Rain.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever he made promises of the future, I would always say "we don't know that". and he would always say "I will prove it to you by doing it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears fell from my eyes when even happy memories felt stinging sharp to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I did trust him, and so very much at that. Sadly, he could not keep his promises, not one. Not any that means so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite easy to make a promise. It's even easier to break it. It was quite heart breaking but I was the last to know about his cheating and lying. When I finally trusted him, he proves to me that he can't be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me wonder, where did all the love go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess not all my tears have run dry yet. :) Someday I would be able to look back at myself and not feel the overpowering sadness that will make me tear up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does teach me that promises should not be made so lightly. Trust should not be manipulated. Important people should not be let down. :) And always to uphold your part of the bargain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479281836432514623-5466087252819923557?l=jamiensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5466087252819923557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/breakup-on-rainy-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/5466087252819923557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/5466087252819923557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/breakup-on-rainy-day.html' title='Breakup on a Rainy Day'/><author><name>Jamien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772151939107938078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sbo6xrol0EI/AAAAAAAAACA/pMVmWcVfpJo/S220/Hwuei+Li.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sb0duPuHuLI/AAAAAAAAADA/7xldm_kDvDA/s72-c/Rain.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479281836432514623.post-43318490472968702</id><published>2009-03-15T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T06:47:20.957-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Cute boy who's with Memphis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;OMG, since Memphis arrived yesterday I can't help it but to go and pick up another cute guy! I am a crazy yaoi fan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's dark and feels wonderful to the touch. If Memphis is hot he can cool Memphis off. Both of them work in harmony for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guys, meet Zachariah~ My very own Notebook Cooler ZM-NC 1000. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313410418459410338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sb0Gn7oh_6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/MkR-30AfaBY/s320/IMG_2417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I actually had to pick either the Cooler Master Infinite or him. XD Ended up I picked him for his cool  aluminium body. Hehehe.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479281836432514623-43318490472968702?l=jamiensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/43318490472968702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/cute-boy-whos-with-memphis.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/43318490472968702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/43318490472968702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/cute-boy-whos-with-memphis.html' title='Cute boy who&apos;s with Memphis'/><author><name>Jamien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772151939107938078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sbo6xrol0EI/AAAAAAAAACA/pMVmWcVfpJo/S220/Hwuei+Li.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sb0Gn7oh_6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/MkR-30AfaBY/s72-c/IMG_2417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479281836432514623.post-7143132577885127666</id><published>2009-03-13T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T00:27:46.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The New Love of My Life</title><content type='html'>After waiting for so long, finally, my new boyfriend has arrived. I met him about a month ago, when I so happen to pass by his website. I only saw his picture but I was deeply in love with him already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made a move to acquire him on 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of March 2009, and had a confirmation that I would be receiving him in my very home in 7 working days. This news had me very excited and I counted the moments till I could have him in my arms.&lt;br /&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;A little later, I received an email saying I would only be able to receive him on the 23rd March 2009. I was devastated. I have long waited for him and was very disappointed at the prolonged wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I received good news yesterday on the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; March 2009. :) The new love of my life would arrive on the 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of March, which is today! I woke up earlier than I usually would on a lazy Saturday morning, at 8.45 am to be precise. I kept myself awake while anxiously looking out my door, afraid he would not arrive or that I would miss his arrival. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally at 10.35 am, I heard a call at my gates, and I promptly welcomed him warmly into my home. I took him out of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;clothing&lt;/span&gt;, just to notice that he is far more beautiful than he seemed on the picture. I couldn't wait any longer. I put him on my lap and turned him on with fingers trembling with excitement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His face was bright and without a single fault. His body was firm and I could manipulate him however, whenever I want. His skin color was sexy and beautiful all at the same time. This baby will belong to me and only me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ladies and gentleman, meet my new boyfriend, Memphis. It's pronounced as Mam-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fis&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312938060431314706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SbtZBE2pTxI/AAAAAAAAACg/7xDSyJkoMMQ/s320/Memphis+Pink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's a Dell Studio 15, model 1555. His color is ruby red. Isn't it sexy? :drool:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312938653612150082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SbtZjmn-jUI/AAAAAAAAACo/34zNj-TWXSI/s320/Memphis+Side.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He's my first laptop and probably my last too. With amazing specs and amazing looks, what more could a girl want?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312939746435838146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SbtajNtcsMI/AAAAAAAAACw/MJWyAfmiKDo/s320/Memphis+Corner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I look at him I fall in love all over again. I will take care of my sexy Memphis so that he can be with me as long as I can. ^_^ This baby really makes my day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479281836432514623-7143132577885127666?l=jamiensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7143132577885127666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-love-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/7143132577885127666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/7143132577885127666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-love-of-my-life.html' title='The New Love of My Life'/><author><name>Jamien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772151939107938078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sbo6xrol0EI/AAAAAAAAACA/pMVmWcVfpJo/S220/Hwuei+Li.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SbtZBE2pTxI/AAAAAAAAACg/7xDSyJkoMMQ/s72-c/Memphis+Pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479281836432514623.post-4921441961904615330</id><published>2009-03-09T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T03:53:19.429-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Chickie and Jam Goes on adventure!</title><content type='html'>It's a Sunday morning... What do you think you should do? Go back to sleep of course! You lie back down... You start drifting off to dream land... And remember you have an outing with your friend! Yup guys, that's how I started my Sunday morning. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I arrived at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kelana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LRT&lt;/span&gt; station to meet Chickie, just to have him tell me that he's already in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sunway&lt;/span&gt; Pyramid! Hello! I am direction blind and I haven't taken a bus to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sunway&lt;/span&gt; Pyramid for years. He gives me instructions to go down and take a T623 Rapid KL bus and cross my fingers that I'll reach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nway&lt;/span&gt; Pyramid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily I did arrive and Chickie came to meet me. His hair was longer this time and no gigantic backpack containing his laptop. Our first task of the day is to find breakfast! After endlessly wandering around, we settled for Wendy's. That was my first time eating in Wendy's. I ordered a weird snack thing with a baked potato in sour cream, nuggets and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ribena&lt;/span&gt;. One of the weirdest stuff I've eaten but not all that bad. :D While I was taking picture of my meal, Chickie was worried that I'll take his picture. :P In truth I actually did and more than 1. You really just have this urge to do something your friend doesn't want you to do. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; I can't help it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways right after that we exit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sunway&lt;/span&gt; Pyramid and took another Rapid KL U63 to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Midvalley&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Megamall&lt;/span&gt;. Guys and girls, if you think Chickie is so innocent, think again. I can assure you that Chickie stares at a bountiful amount of girls throughout our whole trip. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SbovgrFBemI/AAAAAAAAABE/xrEI4phaSw4/s1600-h/DSC00076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SbovgrFBemI/AAAAAAAAABE/xrEI4phaSw4/s320/DSC00076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312610948803033698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Midvalley&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Megamall&lt;/span&gt;, the first thing we headed to was the arcade~ chicks started with the Japanese train game arcade that I have no idea how it works. :) He seems to enjoy himself a lot while I stood and watched him. ^_^" You guys should see how frustrated he gets when he doesn't stop at the designated destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SbownHxW63I/AAAAAAAAABM/B_FhTIvKFWU/s1600-h/DSC00079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 147px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SbownHxW63I/AAAAAAAAABM/B_FhTIvKFWU/s320/DSC00079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312612159096023922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we tried the bowling machine. Chickie has a secret technique to winning this stuff. He literally tosses the ball at the screen. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; I was afraid he was going to crack the screen with the ball. He was definitely setting a bad example to the little kids who was playing on the same game next to him. I could only smile at the mother of a little girl when she stared at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;chickie&lt;/span&gt; for his techniques in playing the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SboxxYm2PlI/AAAAAAAAABU/E6E9y6EO03E/s1600-h/DSC00078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SboxxYm2PlI/AAAAAAAAABU/E6E9y6EO03E/s320/DSC00078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312613434925661778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following game we played was the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;itaiwani&lt;/span&gt;"  game. You're suppose to hit the crocodiles that come out of the holes. I took 1 turn playing it and felt all the tension I never knew I had melt away. When Chickie had his turn, he was seriously hitting the crocodiles. Heard of the expression "shoot to kill"? Chickie is using "hit to kill".He didn't manage to top the high score for the game so he insisted on going on the game again and again until he gave up because his hand hurt. Chickie's "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;persistence&lt;/span&gt;" attracted A LOT of attention from people both young and old. Again, all I could do was smile at the people staring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, we took a brief pause. Chickie got so worked up playing to win that he had to use his inhaler. Playing these arcade games had an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;opposite&lt;/span&gt; effect on both of us. On &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SbozIcv8J5I/AAAAAAAAABc/HnK0E-5E_no/s1600-h/DSC00081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SbozIcv8J5I/AAAAAAAAABc/HnK0E-5E_no/s320/DSC00081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312614930686158738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me it was relaxing and fun. On chicks, it was all or nothing. He must win!! This is a good example as to how a single thing can bring different impacts to different people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Chickie went on a little kiddie ride train and played with it. :) This little boy LOVES trains. If he was born in Japan he'd probably be driving or fixing one as both a job and a passion. See the butt sticking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; in the train ride. Yes people, that is Chickie's butt! Isn't he cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sbo5ZBZAYOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/m6YIS8ikk7o/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sbo5ZBZAYOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/m6YIS8ikk7o/s320/DSC00077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312621812469752034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly we played the air hockey game! It is definitely one of my most favourite arcade games that I never get tired of. Chickie usually travels alone so he never gets an opportunity to play it much either. So who do you think won? Me or Chicks? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; Me of course! Beat him flat at 6-1 the first time and 5-1 the second time. I would go for another round if Chickie didn't look like he was going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;fold over&lt;/span&gt; from over exerting himself. Just in case you guys were wondering, no, the girl in the picture is not me. How can I take a picture of myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we travelled to Low &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Yat&lt;/span&gt; Plaza for a drink of coffee in Coffee Bean! Guys, there is no drink out on Earth that is better than coffee. When I felt that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;chocolaty&lt;/span&gt; coffee mix go down my throat so smoothly... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt;, I wanna drink one now! I'm a huge fan of coffee. I felt instantly revitalized after the drink. Chickie had a Sunrise or something. It's suppose to be a weird orange mix that he didn't look like he enjoyed much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sbo1aNZbdTI/AAAAAAAAABs/7Ea6D7obLmY/s1600-h/DSC00085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sbo1aNZbdTI/AAAAAAAAABs/7Ea6D7obLmY/s320/DSC00085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312617434826110258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later we went for a short walk to Pavilion but sadly, since we lacked time, we couldn't take dinner together. We did make plans to have dinner there in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked back towards the train station and Chickie started feeling really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;fatiqued&lt;/span&gt;. He was so tired he fell asleep in the train! I felt like I could go for another spin! And he was so worried that I was going to be so tired after travelling for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a whole day of outing with Chicks, I guess I did learn quite a bit about him. He likes to travel. He lives for it, and finds enjoyment from it. It is how he practices his freedom. He's intrigued by the process of things in development. He can't stand it, he NEEDS to take pictures of ongoing constructions. :) He loves trains. He'd live in one and travel everyday on it if he could. He always has a burning desire to succeed and win. All else is not accepted. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Hokkiens&lt;/span&gt; would categorise him as a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;kiasu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; Also, he is always considerate of people around him. He likes to learn about things. He's kinda like a really cute and curious little boy. All in all, he is a friend that I'm very glad that I had the honour to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** People who did read this blog and want to see the face of Chickie sleeping, do appeal by writing in a comment that you want to see his sleeping face. :P Maybe chicks will be obliged to say yes to showing his face to the world.&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/5479281836432514623-4921441961904615330?l=jamiensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4921441961904615330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/chickie-and-jam-goes-on-adventure.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/4921441961904615330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/4921441961904615330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/chickie-and-jam-goes-on-adventure.html' title='Chickie and Jam Goes on adventure!'/><author><name>Jamien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772151939107938078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sbo6xrol0EI/AAAAAAAAACA/pMVmWcVfpJo/S220/Hwuei+Li.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SbovgrFBemI/AAAAAAAAABE/xrEI4phaSw4/s72-c/DSC00076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479281836432514623.post-936786936296663326</id><published>2009-03-07T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T07:48:10.568-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Fighting</title><content type='html'>One thing that is bound to happen when you're in a relationship is arguing. It seems that the closer you are to somebody, the more liable you are to arguing. You can argue about the smallest issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SbJ81CKevyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gxPL99kBvt4/s1600-h/pd_arguing_070820_ms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SbJ81CKevyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gxPL99kBvt4/s320/pd_arguing_070820_ms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310444161178976034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arguing in a relationship can create 2 vastly different results. The first would be to strengthen your relationship. The other is to weaken it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say that you and your partner are discussing an issue. Your partner keeps saying his part; why he's unhappy, why he's pissed off, why he's in pain and why the argument is going on. When this happens, what should you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This point is really really important and you should do this whenever your partner is talking. LISTEN TO HIM. It is not easy to speak up sometimes. Bare in mind that what he has to say is very important. You are an important person to him so you get the perks of listening in on stuff other people may not get to listen in on. He could choose to lie to you but he did not, so anything he say is worth listening to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second point is to keep an open mind. When you argue with a person, it means something went wrong somewhere. Often times, both parties are at fault. Be ready to admit your mistake if you really did have one. Do not be motivated to "win" the fight aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kiasu&lt;/span&gt;. What is more important, your partner or your pride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third point is don't lie. Why? When you lie, you have to lie a second time to cover your previous, and so on. Your relationship will be bound by so much lies that if he ever finds out the truth, the shock will be too much. It's always good to be honest. If you really love the person, you will be honest to him and vice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;. Communication is very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, don't be a hypocrite. Don't expect your partner to do something when you won't do it yourself. And since your partner can do it, there's no real reason you shouldn't at least try. Following this fourth point can prevent arguments on small issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SbKHZixzI8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/FWRax6NzoLc/s1600-h/istock_000005586427xsmall-listening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SbKHZixzI8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/FWRax6NzoLc/s320/istock_000005586427xsmall-listening.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310455783525393346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought of why when you argue, words never seem to be able to penetrate your partner? No matter how loud your voice is, no matter how frustrated you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the heart as a very timid and shy creature. In truth, our heart really is. Everyone is afraid of being rejected, being hurt, etc etc. It takes us a while to trust in a person and love the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you argue and shout, the heart of your partner takes up a 'fight or flight' stance. Your partner's heart will move farther away and shout back. Then you heart will go through the process too and put it on repeat. Distance is created between 2 person's bonding when such violent argument breaks out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you do to entice a shy and timid creature like your heart? Sit down with it. Talk to it calmly. Do not be afraid to tell it your feelings. When you speak softly, the heart will lean in closer to hear you. His heart will want to be in the close proximity of your heart to share pain and fix problems. Don't let problems keep you apart. Solving problems calmly and productively together makes your hearts closer to each others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SbKT1QhwNFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dEZ0UerzkJ4/s1600-h/blogMyInjuredHeart1217745704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SbKT1QhwNFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dEZ0UerzkJ4/s320/blogMyInjuredHeart1217745704.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310469453802124370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a fight, there's no real winner or loser, because both parties will get hurt. Is it a real victory when you go to your corner and lick your wound while your partner is also feeling depressed about arguing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go for the win-win method. When you have a problem, talk about it. Never keep it in your heart because it will rot and fester. When that happens you will be unbelievably angry at your partner and you won't be able to talk without shouting. In fact, it can fester so badly that you can forget the real reason why you're shouting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SbKUNlLXEMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ewDLlhLlzXQ/s1600-h/compromise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SbKUNlLXEMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ewDLlhLlzXQ/s320/compromise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310469871662207170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes especially for parents. When you argue your children will suffer too. They will feel depressed because their parents are not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with each other. It also sets a bad example for your children. They might think who speaks the loudest win. Teach them to talk and compromise. If you're already asking your children to do that, don't be a hypocrite. If they can do it, why can't you? You're suppose to be older and wiser because you're an adult. Show a good example and act like one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479281836432514623-936786936296663326?l=jamiensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/936786936296663326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/fighting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/936786936296663326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/936786936296663326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/fighting.html' title='Fighting'/><author><name>Jamien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772151939107938078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sbo6xrol0EI/AAAAAAAAACA/pMVmWcVfpJo/S220/Hwuei+Li.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SbJ81CKevyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gxPL99kBvt4/s72-c/pd_arguing_070820_ms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479281836432514623.post-5637545797907028311</id><published>2009-03-04T10:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T04:36:13.951-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>KDU</title><content type='html'>I've been going to KDU College for 3 weeks now for my twinning program with Murdoch. The environment is ok. It looks spacious, it's air conditioned, the lecturers and tutors are awesome and everything's computerized!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a computer dummy like me, the whole system had me in shock. We need to download our slides from our Murdoch site. We have LITE test online. We will eventually get to play with cool stuff like the control board for radio DJs. We actually have projectors in every room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we're really talking about apples and oranges if you want to compare TAR College with Murdoch-KDU twinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. For starters, KDU has a classy and professional look. TAR is a little more common class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. KDU has an elevator! In TAR, we have to walk up 3 floors even if it kills us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. There's a toilet on every floor in KDU. Back in TAR, the toilet's on the BOTTOM floor. Imagine, you really have to pee. You need to run down 3 floors. After that you have to run back up 3 floors so you won't miss too much of class. If you're dying to pee, you'll end up really feeling like dying after you pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sa_HGlzVkYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ib3B-HufK40/s1600-h/Out_of_toilet_paper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sa_HGlzVkYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ib3B-HufK40/s320/Out_of_toilet_paper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309681401733681538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There's actually toilet paper in KDU toilets! In TAR, they have the toilet paper holders, but there's never any toilet paper in it (where's the sense in that?!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Maybe due to the fact that KDU is smaller, you don't have to walk a mile just to get to a different block and class like back in TAR. This means you won't get wet when it's raining. We sometimes had to use an umbrella to get to class in TAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. All lectures are conducted using power point presentation. Imagine my shock when the lecturers are saying "using transparency slides are so ancient! I don't think there's ny colleges doing that anymore". TAR uses transparency slides  pratically all the time! O.o It's kinda like I took a time machine from past to future when i graduated from TAR and entered KDU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Get this. There's WiFi in KDU. We can even use it in the toilet. Just not in classes. In TAR, we don't get any WiFi except in CIT and library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. KDU cafeteria has nice chairs and tables that makes it look like a nice place to eat in. In TAR, both canteens are using tables and chairs like our canteens back in primary school. The Club house is better but we use normal plastic chairs and tables there. Plus, it's squeezed so close together that sometimes you can't exit the area without asking someone to get off their seat and push in the chair to give you some space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. In KDU, our student cards actualy have a usage. You can buy points to put in it so you can use it to buy food, oark in our KDU parking space, get in the computer lab to use, ring the staff to come to our aid when we have questions, print out documents or stuff we want, etc. In TAR, our student cards are for guards to make sure we're students (although most anyone can walk in at the main gate. Big sweat there) and to get in the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. KDU's bursary has a system where you can take a number and wait for your turn (eventhough the system is pretty weird. You take a number inside and wait outside. You can watch whatever programs KDU shows you on the TV while waiting for your number to come). In TAR, the bursary will have a REALLY long bee line waiting for their turn to pay. There, people who line up for their friends, like 1 fella lining up for 5 friends, is inevitably a trend. It would totally piss you off to see people in front of you letting a bunch of people cut in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 colleges are really different. I would not say I did not enjoy myself in TAR but KDU is a brand new experience for me and I'm loving it~ Of course, it being so close to my home, I never have to take another train for an hour all they way to college ever again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479281836432514623-5637545797907028311?l=jamiensjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5637545797907028311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/kdu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/5637545797907028311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479281836432514623/posts/default/5637545797907028311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiensjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/kdu.html' title='KDU'/><author><name>Jamien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772151939107938078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sbo6xrol0EI/AAAAAAAAACA/pMVmWcVfpJo/S220/Hwuei+Li.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/Sa_HGlzVkYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ib3B-HufK40/s72-c/Out_of_toilet_paper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479281836432514623.post-1771152895350001756</id><published>2009-02-24T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:55:03.673-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love Hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While I was on my forum, I came across an interesting thread entitling &lt;em&gt;"If a person loves you, he won't hurt you".&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The thread title reminds me of the saying &lt;em&gt;"If the person makes you cry, he doesn't deserve you, because the person who deserves you will never make you cry".&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After some deep thought, I've come to the conclusion that both statements aren't exactly true. From my experience and observation, the people who can truly hurt us are the very people we love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When a person loves another person, the person becomes vuln&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;erable to the other person. Imagine that our hearts are made of glass. When we love, we place our hearts in the hands of the person we love. We trust in them t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;o take care of our hearts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sadly, people aren't perfect. No matter how you cherish the person, you're bound to make a mistake and drop the precious glass heart, resulting in a c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ouple of missing pieces causing hurt to that perso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;n in the process. Sometimes, this happens even w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hen we don't notice it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SaT8v_viHZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M5EdlxasUAU/s1600-h/hurt_1002_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306644162444139922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G9IGhj_6KQ4/SaT8v_viHZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M5EdlxasUAU/s320/hurt_1002_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;People get easily hurt by the people they love. Simple insensitive or thoughtless remarks that could roll off as a joke from friends would probably stick and hurt the one you love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lack of attention would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; for friends because you can always get together and talk about the good old days. What do you think lack of attention from the one you love would do to you? First you'll miss him. Then you'd feel hurt that the person isn't willing to spend time with you. All that neglect festers and would turn to resentment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can have 1000 friends, but you can only have 1 special person. That's why it's called "the one" or "special someone". You won't feel hurt that your partner has a lot of friends. You would be deeply hurt though if your partner has multiple girlfriends/boyfriends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So in a nutshell, both statements aren't accurate. The people who love us tend to hurt us without meaning to. When we feel too much hurt, we cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe we should rephrase it into something like &lt;em&gt;"the person who loves you could hurt you, but he would be there to wipe your tears and bust his ass off by making it up to you".&lt;/em&gt; :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, there are a few upsides to this. We may hurt the people we love easily, but we can also seek forgiveness easily. The person who loves you can sense your sincerity in repenting for your wrong doings pretty well. So when you make a mistake, apologize on the spot. Don't be ashamed to admit you made a mistake. Is your pride worth losing the one you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once in a while, take your special one out for a dinner for 2 and throw in that back massage to make her feel pampered and loved. Hey, better be safe than sorry. That will make up for all the times you dropped her heart and didn't know it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life's all about balance. You can feel sadness, therefore you can feel an improvement and feel elated with happiness. When there are downs, only can there be ups. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Humans are complicated aren't they? 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