<?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-148410502007599570</id><updated>2012-01-09T20:43:42.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>j  e  a  n  n  i  e   j  e  a  n</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>161</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-5174399814587095815</id><published>2011-01-06T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T20:34:34.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Discussion</title><content type='html'>Alright here's a thing that I think worth the discuss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Do you prefer to work for passion or for money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you see... My dream job has always be to involve in a job that requires my expertise to beautify a thing/service/whatever it is. I like things to be beautiful and contemporary, disregard on how it will affect the sale of that particular 'thing', because I believe, when a thing is not sellable but it's in its perfect packaging, at least the outcome you'll get is branding. Conclusion is, I just hate doing sales, very complicated, full of figures, definately not my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how? You rather be broke all the time but work happily or hate your work but earning good money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share your thoughts, please, if there're still readers here :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-5174399814587095815?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5174399814587095815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=5174399814587095815' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/5174399814587095815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/5174399814587095815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2011/01/quick-discussion.html' title='A Quick Discussion'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-2457788217646434893</id><published>2010-10-14T01:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T01:39:42.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I FARKING HATE PONDAN</title><content type='html'>Especially those who shows disrespect to people. I mean, if you're pondan, but you act nice, friendly... At least you're a nice pondan, and it's still acceptable. If you're a pondan, but you behave like shit, it makes you a shit pondan, and it's twice up, double sucked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, please forgive me for being..... eeer... sexualist? Anyways, recently I got yelled by a pondan just because I ask her something, and he/she answer me so unprofessionally in an aggresive tone. Come on la, if wanna be aggresive, be a respectful aggresive pondan with rasional, profressional, correct substance attitude and behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuh, I'm letting it all outtt..... Wuuuuuusaaaaaaaaaa~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-2457788217646434893?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2457788217646434893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=2457788217646434893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/2457788217646434893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/2457788217646434893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-farking-hate-pondan.html' title='I FARKING HATE PONDAN'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-34488558163030052</id><published>2010-09-17T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T19:59:04.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Eat 2 Ice Creams Per Day</title><content type='html'>HAHA! I can't believe my brother and Joanne do check my blog quite frequently, I guess? What's up with the monthly updates in the right comment column? HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just a quick update here. I'm not officially a graduate yet, as I still have one subject's result yet to be revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past 2 months, I've been doing my internship in an event and artist management company. Quite an experience again I would say. The biggest deal was meeting Wang Leehom in person, hehe. Anyways, that was my second time internship and again, I've learned a lot. New things. Previously was doing intern in a magazine company, I kinda miss working in that kinda field too. Ex-colleagues were great, I miss all of 'em. But I have to move on, try involving myself in a new field again so, now I ended up working in an ice cream company, positioned in the marketing department. Yea, I'm SELLING ICE CREAMS now! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I'm crazy about ice creams. I love ice creams. As much as I love cheese. When I first finished my internship, I was desperate for money. Yes, I'm admitting it. I want to be independent and money is so freaking damn important to celebrate independency, as in spending each and every cent in our daily lives with our own penny. Since I was given the opportunity to work in an ice cream company, I was curious about what kind of notions that would develop in the future with such passion, adding with some pressure to achieve profit from sharing the passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this should be just quick update. So I'm stopping now. Lastly, I just want to add one last phrase:  I AM OFFICIALLY OLD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-34488558163030052?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/34488558163030052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=34488558163030052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/34488558163030052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/34488558163030052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-eat-2-ice-creams-per-day.html' title='I Eat 2 Ice Creams Per Day'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-6472587750723796786</id><published>2010-05-16T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T02:50:42.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Hair is the New Handsome!</title><content type='html'>Hi all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After realizing how gloomy my previous posts were, I decided to discuss something more... 'cheerful' here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altigh, I've been having this perception about guys ever since I was born. I think no matter how good looking a guy is, he should just stick with short-clean-cut hair. Seriously. They always look the best that way. So, to prove my saying, here are some examples.... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S--4KN3YafI/AAAAAAAAAqo/vNsSxEU6X20/s1600/vanness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S--4KN3YafI/AAAAAAAAAqo/vNsSxEU6X20/s400/vanness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471794557938592242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vanness Wu- One of the part F4 boy band&lt;br /&gt;GAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S--4KpmLfTI/AAAAAAAAAqw/hRJBzH2uaxw/s1600/vannesswu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S--4KpmLfTI/AAAAAAAAAqw/hRJBzH2uaxw/s400/vannesswu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471794565382634802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hate the front, but it's shorter and it looks better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S--4JX_OCaI/AAAAAAAAAqY/1cRaQd4nuY8/s1600/twilight-jacob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S--4JX_OCaI/AAAAAAAAAqY/1cRaQd4nuY8/s400/twilight-jacob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471794543475952034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Werewolf Jacob. Feel like pulling off his hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S--3yH7fL3I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/x6Rb8XgqWjU/s1600/taylor-lautner-too-hot-in-vancouver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S--3yH7fL3I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/x6Rb8XgqWjU/s400/taylor-lautner-too-hot-in-vancouver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471794144028340082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clean and neat! Looking good and 'mature'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S--4J1u2NRI/AAAAAAAAAqg/q2_DwmFgu5Y/s1600/U1384P28T3D952162F329DT20060107144326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S--4J1u2NRI/AAAAAAAAAqg/q2_DwmFgu5Y/s400/U1384P28T3D952162F329DT20060107144326.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471794551460345106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah Beng Donnie Yen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S--3xZaYArI/AAAAAAAAAp4/48XO5BZA1rc/s1600/donnie+yen+underwear+ad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S--3xZaYArI/AAAAAAAAAp4/48XO5BZA1rc/s400/donnie+yen+underwear+ad2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471794131541426866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's so handsome in short hair, but why the heck he wear that underwear?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S--3MYB50QI/AAAAAAAAApY/ysI8jhDxChw/s1600/brad-pitt-hair-styles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S--3MYB50QI/AAAAAAAAApY/ysI8jhDxChw/s400/brad-pitt-hair-styles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471793495515189506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brad Pitt in his early years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S--3M87qidI/AAAAAAAAApg/gkRrgnkhzL0/s1600/brad-pitt-suit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S--3M87qidI/AAAAAAAAApg/gkRrgnkhzL0/s400/brad-pitt-suit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471793505421134290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Better looking although he's older here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S--3xhJ_fzI/AAAAAAAAAqA/QtxjEHNDnzw/s1600/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S--3xhJ_fzI/AAAAAAAAAqA/QtxjEHNDnzw/s400/image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471794133620195122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nicholas Tse- Ah Beng rocker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S--3L6rMERI/AAAAAAAAApQ/BGIp-UZQClo/s1600/403887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S--3L6rMERI/AAAAAAAAApQ/BGIp-UZQClo/s400/403887.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471793487635288338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not very short yet, but better looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S--3x3S4nDI/AAAAAAAAAqI/P1w34iyd4Fc/s1600/JamesTwilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S--3x3S4nDI/AAAAAAAAAqI/P1w34iyd4Fc/s400/JamesTwilight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471794139563072562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;James in Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S--3NLT0KoI/AAAAAAAAApo/7OICIyap_vc/s1600/CamGigandet_Mayer_15836616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S--3NLT0KoI/AAAAAAAAApo/7OICIyap_vc/s400/CamGigandet_Mayer_15836616.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471793509280524930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who could've thought that this villain look this HANDSOME??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S--3w-sOo7I/AAAAAAAAApw/Y_dErCISULA/s1600/David-Beckham-hair3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S--3w-sOo7I/AAAAAAAAApw/Y_dErCISULA/s400/David-Beckham-hair3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471794124368552882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lastly, David Beckham.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, he got a handsome face right? This hair was just not right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S--3Luk1wrI/AAAAAAAAApI/oDwRnM2Cqgc/s1600/david-beckham-hair-style-6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S--3Luk1wrI/AAAAAAAAApI/oDwRnM2Cqgc/s400/david-beckham-hair-style-6.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471793484387435186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*melts!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haaaalloo~~~ So everyone agree with me? Short hair is the new handsome! I challenge myself to look for one celebrity that has the not-so-handsome look and see if the hair plays a vital role in his appearance or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S--_To0ai5I/AAAAAAAAAq4/BSfOyzp-TAw/s1600/16_3_93690_103_45_20080513112310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S--_To0ai5I/AAAAAAAAAq4/BSfOyzp-TAw/s400/16_3_93690_103_45_20080513112310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471802416374123410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taiwan fella. Don't know the english name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S--_USx_76I/AAAAAAAAArA/VDE-W4G-SiU/s1600/U1345P28T3D2346178F329DT20090116163610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S--_USx_76I/AAAAAAAAArA/VDE-W4G-SiU/s400/U1345P28T3D2346178F329DT20090116163610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471802427638280098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I'm right!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s to guys out there: CUT YOUR HAIR SHORT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-6472587750723796786?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/6472587750723796786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=6472587750723796786' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/6472587750723796786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/6472587750723796786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2010/05/hi-all_16.html' title='Short Hair is the New Handsome!'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S--4KN3YafI/AAAAAAAAAqo/vNsSxEU6X20/s72-c/vanness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-739602012546017975</id><published>2010-05-08T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T06:33:36.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi all.</title><content type='html'>Hey, sorry for not updating on the check-up. It's really frustrating  and I almost don't wanna talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the doctor said to me one phrase that I hardly get it out of my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Unfortunately, the previous diagnosis' were all mistakes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean? Not even a sorry for me. I was ready for an end on this thing on my leg, but now it's the totally opposite case! It's not Varicose Veins anymore, there's a new term, wait let me get my report.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 id="firstHeading" class="firstHeading"&gt;Arteriovenous malformation.&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, from the wikipedia:&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arteriovenous malformation&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;AVM&lt;/b&gt; is an abnormal  connection between &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Veins" title="Veins" class="mw-redirect"&gt;veins&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arteries" title="Arteries" class="mw-redirect"&gt;arteries&lt;/a&gt;, usually &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Congenital_disorder" title="Congenital disorder"&gt;congenital&lt;/a&gt;. This pathology is widely  known because of its occurrence in the central nervous system, but can  appear in any location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god.... Check out the symptoms!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Difficulties with movement or coordination, including &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muscle_weakness" title="Muscle  weakness" class="mw-redirect"&gt;muscle weakness&lt;/a&gt; and even &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paralysis" title="Paralysis"&gt;paralysis&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vertigo_%28medical%29" title="Vertigo (medical)" class="mw-redirect"&gt;vertigo&lt;/a&gt; (dizziness);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Difficulties of speech (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dysarthria" title="Dysarthria"&gt;dysarthria&lt;/a&gt;)  and communication, such as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alogia" title="Alogia"&gt;alogia&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Difficulties with everyday activities, such as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apraxia" title="Apraxia"&gt;apraxia&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abnormal sensations (numbness, tingling, or spontaneous &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pain" title="Pain"&gt;pain&lt;/a&gt;);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Memory and thought-related problems, such as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Confusion" title="Confusion" class="mw-redirect"&gt;confusion&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dementia" title="Dementia"&gt;dementia&lt;/a&gt;  or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hallucination" title="Hallucination"&gt;hallucinations&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some scary stuff there. After my parents and I spent thousands on the check-ups, scanning, operations bla bla bla.... Now that the NEW diagnose revealed itself and I have to go through everything again. Damn, life's suck isn't it? :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-739602012546017975?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/739602012546017975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=739602012546017975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/739602012546017975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/739602012546017975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2010/05/hi-all.html' title='Hi all.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-7764496345123696955</id><published>2010-04-25T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T08:07:48.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Close Veins</title><content type='html'>Actually it's Varicose Veins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI to y'all, I always hard time finding the right position to sleep every night. I used to be an athlete but failed to excel in it and my performance go worse as I grew older. My sitting posture is a bad sight as I always sit like a guy. I always had hard time to walk, stand, whatever that is related to using my leg. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Varicose Veins&lt;/span&gt; is the reason to all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many might ask what is this. Okay from wikipedia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Varicose veins are veins that have become enlarged and tortuous. Veins have leaflet valves to prevent blood from flowing backwards (retrograde). Leg muscles pump the veins to return blood to the heart, against the effects of gravity. When veins become varicose, the leaflets of the valves no longer meet properly, and the valves do not work. This allows blood to flow backwards and they enlarge even more.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why sometimes you might notice my left leg looks swollen or slightly bigger than the right one. Yea, it's kinda cacat-ed. I remember few years ago I had my surgery on the leg and I blogged about it in Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I re-wrote this story and submitted as my assignment last semester, well I figured, since I'm going for a check-up and probably an injection on my leg for further recovery, I'm going to post my story again in this blog. Pardon the lack of bombastic language in the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Pain, No Gain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘If the laser tube can’t get in, I’m going to have to cut your leg, I’m warning you.’ The doctor told me before I left his office. I could not respond to the statement by Dr. Murli as I was really stoned by the word ‘cut’. I dragged myself to the wad room and sat on the bed thinking: no matter how pain it will be, I must endure it because at the end, I will have my normal left leg back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked on the incoherent round marks drew by blue marker pen on my left leg, ‘One, two, three, four, five, six……….eight…… ten…. twelve.’ 12 circles were marked on my leg by the doctor. I have never known that I actually have approximately 12 swollen parts on my left leg, I never count them before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed into the patient’s dress and I must say, it was very uncomfortable to have that on. Because I am only allow to wear nothing else but the patient’s dress and sarung, no bra, no panties, no underwear at all. Or I should say, I’m felt insecure when wearing that dress? I am afraid I will be embarrassed that I will accidentally pull and untie the knot of the dress on my back or my sarung gets lose and falls down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Mmmmuuuuaaahahahahaha!’ I heard an evil laughter when it was almost time to get in the operating theater. It was like the moment of death when the reaper was approaching me. It turned out that it was actually from a man in his thirties, maximum dark brown skin, having Phua Chu Kang’s curly hair, wearing white uniform and approached me with a wheel chair and a tooth-pastes ad’s smile on his face. He helped me to sit on the wheel chair. ‘Great entrance,’ I thought to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     My parents waved to me and wish me luck:’ We will be right here waiting for you.’ I smiled and waved to them as well. I had butterflies in my stomach as the male nurse escorted me to the operating theater. The male nurse spotted my worried face, and he started to talk to me. We had a nice talk, ended up talking about how my parents got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Along the journey to the operating theater, there were many people around and they were all stared at me when I passed them by. ‘Oh my God, this girl broke her leg!’ ‘What were the markers on her leg about?’ ‘Poor girl, she’s so young and she’s on the wheel chair?’ These were some of the thoughts that I heard while reading their expression when they looked at me. How much I wish I could walk myself to the destination without having someone to push me using the wheel chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And finally, I reached the surgery department where all the operating theaters were. The male nurse asked if I could walk inside myself, I said: ‘I’d love to!’ and hopped up from the wheel chair immediately. We were walking at this hallway where the whole atmosphere was exactly like the Thailand horror movie: it was dark, clean, wide, quiet, cold and what I can hear was the foot-steps of the both of us. It was like the next thing I might experience is a lady ghost in white dress crawls out from the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And then, I entered the operating theater and I can hear my heart beat clearly when I saw the operating table. I climbed on the table, trying to position myself in the most comfortable way I can get but failed, because the steel table was icy cold and hard. I felt better and was in my comfort zone then when someone came to me and put two pillows under my head and covered me with three layers of blankets because it was really freezing cold in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   As I was lying there, I observed around and it was too dark for me to see the surrounding. But the nurses were very busy walking around me, preparing for the surgery. I was looking at one of the nurse with green mask and green cap on, unsure of his or her gender, arranging the surgical instruments on a table near to me. I am neither a doctor nor a nurse, so I definitely have no idea at all what were the names for these knives and scissors looking things, but I am certain that these things were sharp and they will definitely cause a lot of pain! More butterflies in my stomach now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I chose to be in local anesthesia for two reasons: firstly, it was the doctor’s recommendation as the operation only happens on my leg and I should be able to bear with the pain as my leg will be numbed; secondly, it was so much cheaper if compared to general anesthesia that I am able to save up a few thousand ringgit. Hence, I am wide awake to feel and to hear the whole surgical process that is happening to me. My view was blocked by a piece of wood where they placed under my neck. That was at least one good news because I would not want to watch someone cut open my leg with a knife and see my own blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I could feel they poked on my left leg with needles for several of times and waited for a few minutes. My leg felt numb gradually. And then I started to hear a familiar song being played in the room. I peeped on my right and saw a radio. ‘I’ll be your wish, I’ll be your dream, I’ll be your fantasy, I’ll he your hope, I’ll be your lovely everything that you need…’ the lyric and melody was so familiar and I finally recalled, it was a song by Savage Garden, titled ‘Truly Deeply Madly’. That was the second good news so far as music is always my great medicine when I am feeling sad or down; and a celebration when I am happy. Hence, it is definitely a great company for me during this operation. More songs from Savage Garden were played after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ‘Dr Murli, it’s ready,’ one of the nurses called out when Dr Murli entered the room. And then, I felt an extreme sharp pain on my leg, I was positive that he was cutting open my leg now. It was followed by something being forced to enter into my leg. The pressure that was put on my leg when the nurses and doctor push my leg to attain the right position caused slight pain and I felt very uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “No, cannot, the tube can’t even get in there,” said Dr Murli. That was definitely a bad news for me, especially after underwent so much pain. Dr Murli, in his green mask and green cap on, approached me:” The laser tube doesn’t get in, I have to cut open your leg, you might experience slight pain, okay?” I nodded and answer him softly:’ Okay.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I do not think that I have a choice to decline or stop the operation at that moment. What I thought to myself was I want to end this quick, no matter how much pain I must go through because I wanted to experience the outcome of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       As I mentioned earlier, the cut caused maximum pain and it was almost impossible to endure it when it comes to a total of 12 cuts to be made on the leg. Tears were rolling in my eyes when the first few cuts were being made. The nurses noticed the situation I am in, thus, she reported it to the doctor. The doctor asked me:” Are you sure you want to continue or you want to do this next time?” “Please proceed,” I told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       After the fifth cut, my tears kept dropping off my cheeks and my fists were tight. On the eighth cut, I burst into tears and I bite tight on the blanket. The nurse came up to me and asked my condition, I told her frankly that cuts were aching, and she reported it to the doctor. “More anesthetic for her,” said the doctor. And then he came to my right side:”Ong, if you can’t stand the pain, I have to stop the operation, but I only have a few more cuts to do,” he said. “I’m sorry, please continue,” I said, as I lifted my hand to wipe my tears away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I still have tears dropping off my cheeks, still biting on the blankets and my hands gripped hard on the blankets but I tried not to make any sound as I am worried that the doctor will have to stop his operation again due to my weakness. I was thinking to myself that no way I am going to give up now because the process was already more than 50%. “Ong, relax okay? Just relax,” one of the male nurses said to me. “Sheng Jean, bu yao pa, guai, bu yao ku,” a female nurse said to me not long after that which means “don’t be afraid, hush, don’t cry,” in Mandarin. And then another female nurse came to my left ear and whispered:” Girl, jangan takut ya? Tahan la,” which literally means ‘don’t be afraid, just bear with it,’ in Bahasa Malaysia, with her hand patting on my shoulder. It was great to hear so much encouragement and they did comfort me, especially when it comes in three different languages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       About 20 minutes later, the doctor came to face me again:” It’s done, but I’m only getting some of your cell samples for research, it’s not cured yet, the nurse will stitch your leg. We will talk about this tomorrow morning with your parents around,’ and then he left. The nurses patted on my shoulder again and told me “Good job,” before I was moved to another bed and sent back to my room. I had a total of 13 cuts and a lot of stitches on my left leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I was shocked to acknowledge that with the level of pain that I went through and I was very much anticipating on the outcome, but it turned out that I had gain nothing. Nothing was change on my left leg, it was still swollen. I am still having Vericose Veins on my left leg. Although I am surprised, I am not sad at all. I felt a slight disappointment but I am proud of myself. I have learnt to face challenges bravely. It there is a second time of me undergoing the same process again, I am definitely still in because I know there is a chance of me getting my leg fix. Even my families and my friends, they were proud of me for able to go through such painful experience, not giving up and stayed strong until it ended. As what people always said, ‘no pain no gain’, I do not gain anything physically, but mentally, I am trained to become a better person by being brave, though and stronger than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The End-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys enjoy my story and feel inspired? HAHA! Alright these are the photos that I retrieved from my old blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S9RZU4oVDVI/AAAAAAAAAo4/HmsNIfespOI/s1600/image.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S9RZU4oVDVI/AAAAAAAAAo4/HmsNIfespOI/s400/image.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464090463241047378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The patient tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S9RZVb1xayI/AAAAAAAAApA/_cs0JowfBLw/s1600/leg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S9RZVb1xayI/AAAAAAAAApA/_cs0JowfBLw/s400/leg.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464090472692673314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My leg after the surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck next Wednesday. My first check-up after 4 years.    :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Congrates to myself! The longest post so far.  XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-7764496345123696955?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7764496345123696955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=7764496345123696955' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/7764496345123696955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/7764496345123696955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2010/04/very-close-veins.html' title='Very Close Veins'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S9RZU4oVDVI/AAAAAAAAAo4/HmsNIfespOI/s72-c/image.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-4320729809232920328</id><published>2010-04-15T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T11:50:32.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Gonna Break the Record</title><content type='html'>My mom loves to call me. My sister too. My brothers too. She loves to talk to us. The record I had so far was..... 4 times in a day, she called for chit chat session, nothing important in particular. I guess she misses me a lot.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest thing that she learned was our calls to each other is actually FOC. She is so happy about this... Means, she's able to attempt for record breaking on maximum calls per day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm gonna get more calls from me mom these days...... *gulp!* XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-4320729809232920328?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/4320729809232920328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=4320729809232920328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/4320729809232920328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/4320729809232920328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2010/04/moms-gonna-break-record.html' title='Mom&apos;s Gonna Break the Record'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-1594311919917776355</id><published>2010-04-11T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T09:03:25.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F-Up Hospital</title><content type='html'>Just wanna share a bad experience I had last week at this semi-govern hospital: UMMC (University Malaysia Medical Centre).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday I was suppose to work part-time somewhere at KL but was forced to take an unpaid leave because the bloody shop was not open, thus I wasn't able to do my job as promoter. I traveled to two different shops and they were all closed. Stupid ass. I meant the management, wasted my car petrol. But thank God it was all sorted out already as they promised to pay me as usual. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! Anyways, so I headed back home after that. It was like 2 or 3 in the afternoon. I reached home and found out, how come my brother and sister were not at home? And things were a bit messy here and there at the kitchen and living room as I saw a bowl of food eaten halfway, gingers cut halfway, knife was unclean, a glass of boiled ginger on the table...... All I thought was: What the hell? Did I miss something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments later, my sister and brother were back and my bro did not look good at all! He's just back from the clinic and he took the medicines but he still breath hard and the whole body was not right! After awhile, my brother's body cramped, his hands twisted and harden like rocks and I was bloody hell worried! (He joked about this later that evening that he felt like he's Emily Rose from the Exorcist.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my sister fleeeeew him to the hospital right away, UMMC is the only hospital we thought of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing we did, went to the registration counter and asked to be register as a patient demand for doctor consultancy in polyclinic. The f-ing fella said to us: '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Polyclinic.... hari ini tutup la.&lt;/span&gt;' Full stop. FULL STOOOOP! Okay, then my sister said: ' &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tapi adik saya sakit....&lt;/span&gt;' '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tutup la Polyclinic, tak buka hari ni.&lt;/span&gt;' BLOODY HELL FULL STOP AGAIN! Why the heck is this fella working in a hospital? And the two ladies sitting beside him working for other counter as well, ignored us totally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, beside the counter was the Emergency department. I did saw the paramedics rushed a guy whose looking so much in pain into the emergency room immediately they took him out of the ambulance. Like a scene from ER and Grey's Anatomy, no kidding. Then we saw a doc and she's looking less busy and my sister was like: 'Our case here... consider emergency la ho?!' I nodded, super agree, I'm worried that my bro's hand will twist and harden again and who knows what will happen if it turns out worse? We asked her and she kindly and patiently listened to us and explained the possible conditions. We were then calmed by the female doc and proceed to register again with that previous shit fella and was then able to seek for doctor's check up on my bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is..... why don't he just register us in the first place whether it's polyclinic or not? Or even suggest us? Perhaps tell us what we can do? It's a person's life that we were dealing with and he took his job for granted. Really stupid guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-1594311919917776355?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1594311919917776355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=1594311919917776355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/1594311919917776355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/1594311919917776355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2010/04/f-up-hospital.html' title='F-Up Hospital'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-5378323975331150564</id><published>2010-04-02T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T09:23:13.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FONG MAU~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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I really wonder why people able to be that foolish and what the hell their mind is thinking of. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;A guy spends more than 50 hours continuously in front of his computer playing online game and end up dying of dehydration.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;A couple spends more than 12 hours at the cyber café in order to ‘raise’ their little bloody angel fantasy girl that they bought online, neglecting their OWN 4 months HUMAN baby girl at home, end up the poor baby girl die of dehydration and nutrition.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;This one really makes me laugh! A guy bought a creature (or should I say—character) online, and trained it for a few months in order to build up its capability and strength to fight with the others. But he discovered that there is another character that has higher level of capability and might threaten him. So guess what? He searched for the master’s address, turn up and murder him. What the hell…?!?! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The only word that I describe the above,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; fong mau~~~&lt;/span&gt; not saying that the reporter is talking nonsense, but what those people is acting really…&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fong mau~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;-jo-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt; 04/03/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-5378323975331150564?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5378323975331150564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=5378323975331150564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/5378323975331150564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/5378323975331150564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2010/04/fong-mau.html' title='FONG MAU~~~'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-4425194515080047119</id><published>2010-03-24T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T00:05:26.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My skies are dark.</title><content type='html'>I very sui la. Seriously. Especially financially. But luck was really really bad as well. Firstly, my car service, from RM52 to RM400++, multiply by don't know how many times, see the previous post la, I knew it was A LOT like hell. And then it was few days ago, again car service, from RM200++ to RM400++, again multiply by 2.  Ah remember my guitar broke and I'm kinda non-instrument now? If I wanna get one, cheapest maybe RM600+. So it's like now I'm at the negative level of my personal finance state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, I suffered extreme toothache that my tears flowed down my face automatically. Drugs do me good, they help me ease the pain and I might be addicted to it now. I went to the first clinic I spotted near my college. I had hard times looking for the stairs to get to the second floor cuz it seemed like it was suppose to be there. I looked like a fool asking people around and wander here and there for a few minutes! People kept telling me there was no clinic there but I was certained that I saw the board of the clinic! Finally a lady after that told me the clinic actually had closed already. In other word: bankrupt dah. Maaaaaaa le. And then I found another one nearby (thank God), and while I'm waiting for the dentist to squeeze me in as an emergency case for 15/20 minutes in the clinic, all of a sudden 'poooohhhfffff!', black out! Electricity down. I'm suppose to have discussion with my classmates so I asked for the next day's appointment and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I saw a small dim of light in my life cuz it's the day I'm meeting the dentist. Maaaaaaaaa le. Light my ass ah. The dentist told me I have to do a surgical removal for the stupid tooth. Long story on this one but.. yea, it cost about four or five hundred. My whole world was almost crashing down la!!! I see no light in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My financial state:&lt;/span&gt; super duper NE-GA-TIV-EEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My mood state:&lt;/span&gt; Awfully blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My mouth state:&lt;/span&gt; Taste exactly like the clinic, smell of the medicine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My level of consciousness: &lt;/span&gt;Low, cuz I kinda not believing that this is happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My emotional state:&lt;/span&gt; damn JIWANG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My level/area of pain:&lt;/span&gt; Maximum, on the tooth and gum and my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My state of mind:&lt;/span&gt; Blank, still not believing all these crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh someone told me that toothache is the second most pain experience that a human can sense. First is giving birth to a baby. Wow. So when can I have my mercy? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-4425194515080047119?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/4425194515080047119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=4425194515080047119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/4425194515080047119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/4425194515080047119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-skies-are-dark.html' title='My skies are dark.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-1309010501276062924</id><published>2010-03-15T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T11:04:16.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dato Lee Chong Wei Rocks!</title><content type='html'>I was watching the news and I saw his winning. The winning definitely brought him the limelight and it was discussed and reported well in the media. But something else caught my attention other than his winning! And I was wondering why they didn't talk about it? I was like: '&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WOU&lt;/span&gt;.' when I saw it. Okay I google it, for your curiosity pleasure, here's what the WOU was all about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448919605018858322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S55zgtrPk1I/AAAAAAAAAoo/t0YjlAg-1UI/s400/chong-wei-return-march15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Still not getting it? No, not his hand muscles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Somehow, it's a bit geli la, like gonna stratch them appart.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fear not, next pic tells it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448919396797185282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S55zUl_U_QI/AAAAAAAAAog/FeVuXHFXq18/s400/_47472428_008953300-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Get what I'm saying here?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look at that clothes he's wearing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Is that COOL or what?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I didn't even know badminton competitions can be that trendy and fashionable. It's almost like the current off one shoulder fashion trend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's definitely worth the limelight.  XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-1309010501276062924?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1309010501276062924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=1309010501276062924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/1309010501276062924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/1309010501276062924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2010/03/dato-lee-chong-wei-rocks.html' title='Dato Lee Chong Wei Rocks!'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/S55zgtrPk1I/AAAAAAAAAoo/t0YjlAg-1UI/s72-c/chong-wei-return-march15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-5514528012170539866</id><published>2010-03-12T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T22:35:59.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is certified dead.</title><content type='html'>And I forgot to do my speech and held the vow of silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad. My files are gone forever. I'm really really really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye and thanks for doing not a too bad job for past 4 years. I'm too sad to miss you and your content. Haih.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(emo le........)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-5514528012170539866?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5514528012170539866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=5514528012170539866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/5514528012170539866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/5514528012170539866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-is-certified-dead.html' title='It is certified dead.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-6993093887949771809</id><published>2010-03-09T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T09:48:15.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chance of Surviving: 50/50</title><content type='html'>He's in ICU now, tomorrow there's gonna be operation going on for him. Let us just po pi po pi that he's gonna be alright and my files are still in good condition and going nowhere. I think my PC's a male fellow, hence, I refered him as a he. Now that I realized how super duper damn important he is to me, but..... I haven't name him yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us pray that he's okay........ And then I'll get him a good good name, and everything is back to normal. :(((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Due to important gadget is in ICU now, author has no time for proper update in this blog. The author regrets and apologise for this circumstance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-6993093887949771809?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/6993093887949771809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=6993093887949771809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/6993093887949771809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/6993093887949771809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2010/03/chance-of-surviving-5050.html' title='The Chance of Surviving: 50/50'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-5655810194936733006</id><published>2010-03-05T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T05:30:33.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ka-Ching ! $$$$$$$$</title><content type='html'>If you seen my FB status: From RM52 to RM420. If you wonder were these ammount of money represent, it's actually the charges of me fixing my car. How ridiculous can this be???! It's not even 100%! Okay let me calculate first.... Wah lau! It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;807.69&lt;/span&gt;%!! It's really f-ing ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at first I asked the mechanic fella to check my BED's balancing and alignment, he told me the charges were RM52. I said okay, but I was holding a piece of 50 bank note in my hand, screw the 2 ringgit la. When it's done, the fella test drive my car and when he's back, I thought I was preparing to pay, but he came to me and said: ' Wah, lei gah cheh hou doh man tai aaaah.....' (Wah, your car got lotsa problems aaaah.....) And I was patiently listening, tried to understand what he was talking about... what bearing what nut what this what that..... And get to the main point. 'How much?' I asked. 'Four, five hundred like that...'. My mouth was literally opened BIG! I dropped my jaw kao kao le...... He saw my body language and he told me that if I don't fix my car, sooner or later the wheel of my car would just fly off while I'm driving, so it's very dangerous. Wow, I just drove from Taiping and back here KL on Monday. So, I'm lucky to be alive? I remembered my dad kena before, he was driving on the highway and the wheel of his car just came off! It was funny but think the other way...... It's super dangerous. I tak mau menjadi mangsa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, in the end..... I was not charged in the labour charges and they waived the RM3.60 for me. But my BED is still in the sick mode, not in critical condition though..... Which means at least now I'm not in the dangerous state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yee asked me to think of the bright side: Think of me buying my own life back with that amount of money, it's worth it. Hmmm.. Yea, probably. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, life sucks because we spend more than we earned. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-5655810194936733006?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5655810194936733006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=5655810194936733006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/5655810194936733006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/5655810194936733006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2010/03/ka-ching.html' title='Ka-Ching ! $$$$$$$$'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-8651163431226333250</id><published>2010-03-02T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T07:17:01.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP To Me Guitar</title><content type='html'>Great, the visitors number is increasing, I still have loyal blog readers! YAY! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like singing again now, with my guitar. Too bad it's back at Taiping house. I should snapped a pic and post it up here so you guys check out that my guitar has......... bloody hell &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! I was back from a trip of 3 days, and found out the strings and the wooden thingie on the guitar just snapped! Sad sad sad..... Urgh. Asked around and people said it can't be fixed. New guitar gotta cost a lot... That means no more singing with guitar for the moment. SAD CASE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That also means....... MORE KARAOKE BABEY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-8651163431226333250?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/8651163431226333250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=8651163431226333250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/8651163431226333250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/8651163431226333250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2010/03/rip-to-me-guitar.html' title='RIP To Me Guitar'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-5561776709857524122</id><published>2010-02-27T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T10:38:52.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Hey! Happy Tiger Roar Year to all of you you you and YOU!!! WOOOHOO!!&lt;/span&gt; (Sounded like Astro's CNY wish commercials and I'm not too late to wish right? Hehe...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I wanna try to throw some mandarin oranges on the Lake Garden tomorrow, but my dad said to me:' Got nothing else to do?' But hey, maybe I really got nothing to do tomorrow night and at least that's the only activity that I can do before I leave my lovely home sweet home Taiping, back to KL for my hectic days again :(. Right? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K la, bye bye! Don't worry about this blog dying or whatever, cause it's not! I'm back to KL soon and it means.... more blogging coming in soon!!!! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-5561776709857524122?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5561776709857524122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=5561776709857524122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/5561776709857524122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/5561776709857524122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-happy-tiger-roar-year-to-all-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-2528851477965192405</id><published>2010-01-08T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T01:57:20.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! I'm still alive! Yeap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy New Year!!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-2528851477965192405?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2528851477965192405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=2528851477965192405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/2528851477965192405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/2528851477965192405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2010/01/hi-everyone-im-still-alive-yeap-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-8666030439452354807</id><published>2009-11-26T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T05:49:30.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And de winnerrrr isssss.........</title><content type='html'>Taylor Lautner/ Jacob Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I said it. I bought him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not I decide to choose him or what..... It's more like, I've no other choice, I gotta go for him. I went to the news stand, looked for the mag, can't find Mr. Edward, just found Mr Jac, what else can I do? Buy jer ler.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's a lil' guide for you if you have this DILEMMA like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe in love at first sight and doesn't mind he's much older than you and he's a heartthrob among girls.... Then your man is- EDWARD CULLEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe that friendship can turn into love and you don't mind that he's younger and likes to hang around shirtless... Then your man is- JACOB BLACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm just being crappy, this guide sucks and both of 'em are lovely.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-8666030439452354807?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/8666030439452354807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=8666030439452354807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/8666030439452354807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/8666030439452354807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-de-winnerrrr-isssss.html' title='And de winnerrrr isssss.........'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-1230943728983014431</id><published>2009-11-24T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T09:15:29.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr Pornthip is a Rockstar!</title><content type='html'>Have you guys seen the news? Dr. Pornthip is the man!!!!! Er, not to say that she's a man... but damn! She's looking like a forensic rockstar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this Teoh Beng Hock's case was like never ending, and since people were not convinced enough with the local forensics, here comes the rockstar to save the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my friends.... you might already know, I'm a news and politic ignorance, pathetic. But! One day, as I was watching the news (somehow, I watch 8pm news almost everyday! Guess the content never gets into my head though), the news caster was talking about this Siamese forensic that did over 100 000 postmortems! I was attracted by the number mentioned and I focus on the television to see who was the news caster referred to. And guess what kinda person I saw in picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SwwGE8XM46I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/05YsQa4cSmI/s1600/porn-nov22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SwwGE8XM46I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/05YsQa4cSmI/s400/porn-nov22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407703934557807522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone like this. Punk hair, glittery make-up and goth-outfit.&lt;br /&gt;A forensic? Nah.&lt;br /&gt;Over 100 000 postmortems? Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But she is indeed a 54 years old forensic from Thailand that did over 100 000 postmortems and currently being invited by Malaysian to do another autopsy on Teoh Beng Hock. Hey 54 years old man..... No kidding! I saw her today in the news (8pm news again!) and realised I forgot to google about her. And man.... she's really really cooooooooooooooooL! Even her name is also cool. Like if I wanna call her in short-form:' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr Porn!&lt;/span&gt;'. COOL! I'm a fan of hers in FB now. Let's just hope she'll crack the case of Teoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check her out in this video (check out her other videos too, it's interesting):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BLNH2ewcCi8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BLNH2ewcCi8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pornthip_Rojanasunand"&gt;Her Wikipedia here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Dr-Pornthip-Rojanasunan/189544389611?v=wall#/pages/Dr-Pornthip-Rojanasunan/189544389611?v=wall"&gt;Her FB fanpage here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Pornthip is just so darn chiu and I like her! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-1230943728983014431?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1230943728983014431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=1230943728983014431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/1230943728983014431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/1230943728983014431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/11/dr-pornthip-is-rockstar.html' title='Dr Pornthip is a Rockstar!'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SwwGE8XM46I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/05YsQa4cSmI/s72-c/porn-nov22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-134806699964179649</id><published>2009-11-12T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T06:02:37.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like choosing a husband.</title><content type='html'>Some of you might know I bought almost every issue of this crap mag. But this month's issue......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;BODOH!!!!&lt;/span&gt; How to choose?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SvwU5cNZbxI/AAAAAAAAAoI/1WyGs0Ea0Yc/s1600-h/evelynt2742_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SvwU5cNZbxI/AAAAAAAAAoI/1WyGs0Ea0Yc/s400/evelynt2742_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403216629995237138" 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/148410502007599570-134806699964179649?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/134806699964179649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=134806699964179649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/134806699964179649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/134806699964179649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-like-choosing-husband.html' title='It&apos;s like choosing a husband.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SvwU5cNZbxI/AAAAAAAAAoI/1WyGs0Ea0Yc/s72-c/evelynt2742_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-1258866188334307707</id><published>2009-11-11T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T06:27:02.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart food.</title><content type='html'>Few days ago I was chatting with Jo in MSN and I remember that I was really really starving, and it was midnight, so I couldn't get any food to eat. So I told her: '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so bloody hell hungry now that if you gimme........ eeer.... something that I don't like to eat, somehow it'll sure taste good.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking that, what is it actually that I don't like to eat? It seems that no food that I know of is something that I hate to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I do have phobia on baby octopus. Giant ones too. Ergh, I recalled the last time I ate it, I ended up vomiting 5 times in the toilet for one whole freaking hour. Vormit, pause for 5 or 10 mins, continue vormiting, pause again, vormit, pause, vormit, pause, vormit, pause, vormit.......... That situation was one thing that I wouldn't want to replay at all in the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SvrI1Z4KRYI/AAAAAAAAAoA/daz4krtMWvY/s1600-h/baby-octopus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SvrI1Z4KRYI/AAAAAAAAAoA/daz4krtMWvY/s400/baby-octopus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402851522789393794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feed me with this, I'll bloody hell &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kill you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, other than that, I guess, I pretty much like any food! I think. I guess that explains my body figure huh? HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? Do you have any food that you dislike to eat?  XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-1258866188334307707?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1258866188334307707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=1258866188334307707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/1258866188334307707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/1258866188334307707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-heart-food.html' title='I heart food.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SvrI1Z4KRYI/AAAAAAAAAoA/daz4krtMWvY/s72-c/baby-octopus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-1572673794702702084</id><published>2009-11-08T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T09:44:28.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>False Alarm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;One fine day in MSN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Issac Ng says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Finger Got Cut By Fan Until Damage The Bone Inside...Is Very Stim Ar! Nail also Patah ar! Sorry I Can't Type Fast~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Jean says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAaaargh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;yergh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh my god!!!&lt;br /&gt;did u see ur bone?!&lt;br /&gt;omg omg~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Issac Ng says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was my friend's msn pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Jean says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nia beh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate false alarms. Grrr~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-1572673794702702084?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1572673794702702084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=1572673794702702084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/1572673794702702084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/1572673794702702084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/11/false-alarm.html' title='False Alarm'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-8527359127089997080</id><published>2009-11-02T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T08:58:01.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine and Rainbow Tomorrow?</title><content type='html'>Last week, I wished a friend 'happy birthday' through FB. As I typed my wish into the column and submitted it, I scanned through other wishes that my friend received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Happy birthday! Have a good one! Stay pretty/ healthy/ rich! Bla bla bla.....'&lt;/span&gt; These were the common ones. But one caught my attention. There's this guy who wished my friend 'happy birthday' as well, but he mentioned something about hard times will eventually comes to an end where the sunshine and rainbow will always appear after rain and storms. Of cause I don't know what's it regarding to but I'm guessing he's giving out some positive advise to the birthday girl to ask her to stay strong on something tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, I saw my friend's personal message on MSN, dedicated to someone and that phrase gave me an idea that it was for someone who had passed. Out of curiosity, I FB-ed my friend and found the guy that my friend dedicated to in the MSN personal message was the same person that I mentioned earlier, he had passed away. Still curious, I looked through his profile and found out he was drowned to death at a waterfall, along with another guy and a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what am I feeling right now but it's just felt weird you know? I don't feel good.... This is sooooooooo... not good? I mean, I just read the guy wrote something about life is full of hope, sunshine after rain, but the next thing we know, he was dead and maybe leaving his family living in despair and sadness. Friends and all are sad. Not his fault of cause, it's an accident, but.... I just don't get it. I don't know him but I couldn't help but to wonder why this happen to him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm wondering about my life........ Hmmmm........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-8527359127089997080?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/8527359127089997080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=8527359127089997080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/8527359127089997080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/8527359127089997080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunshine-and-rainbow-tomorrow.html' title='Sunshine and Rainbow Tomorrow?'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-5095591677673222210</id><published>2009-10-31T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T09:01:01.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Friend- Weenie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SuxXMMmqXkI/AAAAAAAAAn4/pItQmYZCK6w/s1600-h/230414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398785920363814466" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SuxXMMmqXkI/AAAAAAAAAn4/pItQmYZCK6w/s400/230414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Today was suppose to be happening and I'm suppose to be IN my SEXY SCHOOL TEACHER outfit! But too bad, everyone's busy with their own activities and assignments, no Halloween party this year. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thankfully, my sister reminded me of the voucher that I get from Red Box whereby I can get one head free of charge. So I went to The Curve Red Box and sang my heart with my sis! (she lost her voice after the karaoke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That's when I get to know a new friend- Weenie. At first I thought Weenie was a quiet person which she only stare at people with her yellow L.E.D. eyes. But when I'm in the car while going back home and I realized, Weenie can actually sing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398785443106634674" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SuxWwarru7I/AAAAAAAAAno/gbGWBBmMHW8/s400/230501.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Weenie&lt;/strong&gt;- trying to be scary by staring at people with her evil yellow eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398785447840598402" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SuxWwsUWSYI/AAAAAAAAAnw/0cR9zQp8K3E/s400/230520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is how she looks when she starts to sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too bright huh? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, if I allow her to sing in car parks at night, or somewhere that has sound echoes and less people.... I think people will come up to me and slap me. It's scary seriously. HAHA. But other than that, she's actually kinda cute...... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Watch her sing in this clip below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Bye bye! Don't play the clip if you're alone in the house. I'm worry that Weenie's singing might haunt you. Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dd6383fdc876f640" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddd6383fdc876f640%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329897079%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5BED9CB1B6285E64225F45BC43F4EAFC14406F67.731000B13F24966A2D73030140FBA2BF66B01DD1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddd6383fdc876f640%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPt5DjWjmK3PckpjQll85RMp22hM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddd6383fdc876f640%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329897079%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5BED9CB1B6285E64225F45BC43F4EAFC14406F67.731000B13F24966A2D73030140FBA2BF66B01DD1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddd6383fdc876f640%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPt5DjWjmK3PckpjQll85RMp22hM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-5095591677673222210?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5095591677673222210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=5095591677673222210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/5095591677673222210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/5095591677673222210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-new-friend-weenie.html' title='My New Friend- Weenie'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SuxXMMmqXkI/AAAAAAAAAn4/pItQmYZCK6w/s72-c/230414.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-1065254422149401047</id><published>2009-10-30T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:05:47.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Crimes Cover</title><content type='html'>This is my first attempt in doing a multiple-tracks recording. Don't get scared when you hear another voice in the clip. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit messy when all the tracks blended together, some parts were out of tempo, and you'll hear my guitar pick dropped on the floor at the end, but I think it's kinda interesting cuz I'm like having my own band playing here! :Þ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, '9 Crimes' by Damien Rice. Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1b86a0c52e31f0a0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1b86a0c52e31f0a0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329897079%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4B8884A62F8377FB0E1D5FF8C22BAED33C9A3EE8.6A00A25192830EC1A80EA7DBC8679C495D9F91E6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1b86a0c52e31f0a0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D79ykSVtIm7bqz7zHjghWJ-MhtZY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1b86a0c52e31f0a0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329897079%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4B8884A62F8377FB0E1D5FF8C22BAED33C9A3EE8.6A00A25192830EC1A80EA7DBC8679C495D9F91E6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1b86a0c52e31f0a0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D79ykSVtIm7bqz7zHjghWJ-MhtZY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-1065254422149401047?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1065254422149401047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=1065254422149401047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/1065254422149401047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/1065254422149401047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/10/9-crimes-cover.html' title='9 Crimes Cover'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-3009656325260130206</id><published>2009-10-29T01:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:16:52.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How About Donate Me the Money?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SulM7wPHo5I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/WbdH6gEdSCU/s1600-h/Wildenstein1WENN_468x696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SulM7wPHo5I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/WbdH6gEdSCU/s400/Wildenstein1WENN_468x696.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397930217824560018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recalled my first ever presentation topic back in Diploma: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ugly Side of Plastic Surgery&lt;/span&gt;, this lady was one of my celebrity example. Back at that time, her look was already super scary enough. (I remember the whole class went 'woah!' when the picture appeared in my presentation XD) As I browse through the net today, I bumped into her picture again and man..... she's looking scarier than ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what..... she spent &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 million US dollar&lt;/span&gt; for this scary look. Eh, donate me 1% la come on, saving my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;poor&lt;/span&gt; life is so much better than having surgeries to have that kinda outcome, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this Saturday she no need to wear mask already. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Sorry! I know I'm bad! HAHAHAHA :Þ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SulM8bDFwFI/AAAAAAAAAnY/O_h3oBWBQhg/s1600-h/Wildenstein2L_468x662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SulM8bDFwFI/AAAAAAAAAnY/O_h3oBWBQhg/s400/Wildenstein2L_468x662.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397930229316829266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haih. Sad case.&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/148410502007599570-3009656325260130206?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/3009656325260130206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=3009656325260130206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/3009656325260130206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/3009656325260130206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-about-donate-me-money.html' title='How About Donate Me the Money?'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SulM7wPHo5I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/WbdH6gEdSCU/s72-c/Wildenstein1WENN_468x696.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-6514317785997953348</id><published>2009-10-25T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T08:29:13.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sky is Grey</title><content type='html'>First time ever, Jean wants to buy a book. It's super rare I'm telling you. Twilight series, she also not interested in spending money to own it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I WANT TO BUY THIS BOOK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SuRqCLUGKzI/AAAAAAAAAnI/057oMSDNG48/s1600-h/BBO41109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SuRqCLUGKzI/AAAAAAAAAnI/057oMSDNG48/s400/BBO41109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396554839126059826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;White Fluffy Clouds&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brandon Boyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author's name familiar? He's my love of all time..... the singer of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incubus&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is compiled with artwork, poetry, insights, reflections and ramblings and candid portraits. It also contains "self proclaimed artwork", pictures, poems and other material. Aaaaah~ Tempting tempting!! My heart was always melted by his wonderful and beautiful lyrics. Imagine if I own this book..... My life would be so much better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking for it. So far, the chances of getting it is so slim, especially within my budget of RM80. Dammit.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm so broke, can't afford to buy a book that I desperately wanna own... Someone..... Someone whose already earning millions per year, no doubt a millionaire, just got his Ferrari crushed few months ago in an accident... Someone whose already so rich, BUT! Still.... Not getting the meaning of making money by doing good/real music. Screw your handsome face, Christiano Ronaldo! Your singing sucked!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/is7TQ9y1t8w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/is7TQ9y1t8w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-6514317785997953348?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/6514317785997953348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=6514317785997953348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/6514317785997953348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/6514317785997953348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-time-ever-jean-wants-to-buy-book.html' title='My Sky is Grey'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SuRqCLUGKzI/AAAAAAAAAnI/057oMSDNG48/s72-c/BBO41109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-2180039652054113935</id><published>2009-10-23T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T06:36:06.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watcha Gonna Be This Halloween?</title><content type='html'>Well, according to the test that I did in FB, I'm suppose to be this fella right here next Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SuGvCP6nzVI/AAAAAAAAAnA/yMvhETBSrX4/s1600-h/st1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SuGvCP6nzVI/AAAAAAAAAnA/yMvhETBSrX4/s400/st1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395786281733573970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sexy School Teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get me my rotan now, you naughty naughty!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I did accidentally bump into some porno pic while looking for this more decent looking sexy teacher. Haha dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So watcha gonna be huh? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-2180039652054113935?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2180039652054113935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=2180039652054113935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/2180039652054113935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/2180039652054113935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/10/watcha-gonna-be-this-halloween.html' title='Watcha Gonna Be This Halloween?'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SuGvCP6nzVI/AAAAAAAAAnA/yMvhETBSrX4/s72-c/st1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-7729225198185416009</id><published>2009-10-20T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T21:53:49.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiccups</title><content type='html'>Hey, gonna talk about hiccups cuz it's common and I guess mostly people don't know how to handle it? Well yea, I don't know. And then I came across a short article about it, and uh.... yea, lemme just copy paste right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hiccups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;occur when the diaphragm, the muscle that controls our breathing, becomes irritated and start to spasm and contract uncontrollably. With each contraction, air is pulled into the lungs very quickly, passes through the voice box, and then the epiglottis closes behind the rush of air, shaking the vocal chords, causing the "hic" sound. The irritation can be caused by rapid eating, emotional stress and even some diseases. The best cure? Breathing into a paper bag. This calms the diaphragm by increasing the amount of carbon dioxide in your bloodstream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's important for us to acknowledge the best cure. So, there you go!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-7729225198185416009?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7729225198185416009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=7729225198185416009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/7729225198185416009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/7729225198185416009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/10/hiccups.html' title='Hiccups'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-1868973103107659922</id><published>2009-10-20T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T06:52:31.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This fella.... OMG!!! I think if I get to meet him in real person, I might kill him, cause his pattern tak habis habis!! I purposely choose the song that the radio doesn't play quite often as 'I Gotta Feeling' so that you guys don't get his contagious moves. The other day, I just watch the clip of him singing this song once, and then whenever I heard the radio play this song, it's automatically on replay, the whole clip was playing on my mind! Like.... somebody please &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRESS STOP&lt;/span&gt;!! That's why nowadays I change station or rather off the radio when that song is playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta watch his, seriously. Cause he's..... bizzare! Hey, he wrote his own songs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But worry not! I'm not that bad, it's Linkin Park's song now, which is funnier cause it's a rock song! Man, he's soooooo success in making an impression here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Sorry. Another one without embed code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B9Peo8YxtrM"&gt;Wear your glove and click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-1868973103107659922?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1868973103107659922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=1868973103107659922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/1868973103107659922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/1868973103107659922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-fella.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-7406761973904644785</id><published>2009-10-13T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:03:47.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Those of You Who're Depressed....</title><content type='html'>Like me. Spent 4 hours re-doing one bloody same thing and ended up with different types of failures! FAIL FAIL FAIL!! Yish! Geram! Flash is seriously for those who're not only pertaining some sense of creativity, that someone must have A LOT of patience too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just wanna share something that brightens me up a lil' bit when I'm so stress out when I'm doing my Flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caution: Foul language ahead!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry, embed codes were disabled!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lro666pe8dA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lro666pe8dA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-7406761973904644785?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7406761973904644785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=7406761973904644785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/7406761973904644785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/7406761973904644785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-those-of-you-whore-depressed.html' title='For Those of You Who&apos;re Depressed....'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-5605360190403178257</id><published>2009-10-10T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T08:45:14.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think-Skinned</title><content type='html'>Me and my sis, we're kinda broke now, but we're craving for sushi. And my sis recalled on the cheapest plate on Sakae Sushi was RM1.90, but we had our budget in mind already- RM20++ per person, a slight control on what we're eating should be okay to reach that target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're there, we realize there's quite a lot of RM1.90 dishes. So, I was like: 'Eh, since there're so many choices for RM1.90, I think we go for all RM1.90 wan la!' My sister agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The RM1.90 plates are green in color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, Sakae Sushi doesn't display their green plates/cheapest sushi on the conveyer. So we have to order it through the monitor. And then we ended up ordering 7 green plates. Honestly, it's  very satistying and we're full, and it tasted good!! Eventually, we only took one pink plate and others were the green ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now imagine this.... Me and my sister coincidently wore the same &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; blouse, and we took A LOT of the cheapest sushi's, means A LOT of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; plates, and then at last we shared a green tea ice-cream together which was bloody damn &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; in color too. So the whole table at that time looks really really damn green and- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;green=cheap&lt;/span&gt;!! We looked so cheap!! The worst thing was, we were sitting at the table near the entrance and counter, where all the people must passby. All the people kept looking at our bloody &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt; table! AAAAaaaaargh~~!!!! Oh and the manager in suit, he looked at me and gave me the eyebrow-raise smile! Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so here's the lesson for those who wanted to eat cheap sushi, oh, I still recommend Sakae Sushi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get a hidden table like the last one, or at the corner, some place where less people are passing by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If possible, don't order them in one shot. One by one. Cuz when they serve it to you, they will come with A LOT of green plates and more people will notice you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't look around, don't make eye-contact with people. Cuz you'll notice people do notice you and some people may give you the look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;DON'T WEAR &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt; CLOTHINGS!&lt;/span&gt; Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Be thick-skinned and you don't have to bother doing all of the above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh if you ask how much is the total of our receipt tonight? 2 green-teas, 7 plates of sushi's, 1 tuna roll, 1 chilie salmon roll and one ice-cream- RM28.85. Not bad right?  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-5605360190403178257?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5605360190403178257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=5605360190403178257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/5605360190403178257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/5605360190403178257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/10/think-skinned.html' title='Think-Skinned'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-8626193859750768908</id><published>2009-10-08T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T07:46:56.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Paradise</title><content type='html'>...... it's none other than my home in Taiping.    :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I was just back from there during Raya, (about 2 weeks already?) I still miss my home so bad bad bad badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, I saw Rain (my Vietnamese classmate who happens to have a name translate literally as rain) update his FB, saying something about Taiping. And then I found out he was tripping at Taiping last weekend, and the best thing was... he looooooves it! Yay! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's staying in this hotel that started to operate only last month, facing exactly the Lake Garden, he said it was really really nice. Damn, my house was nearby too!! I'm so so homesick now.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Ss3odU3fNbI/AAAAAAAAAm4/_eQeQToxu_Y/s1600-h/DSC02168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Ss3odU3fNbI/AAAAAAAAAm4/_eQeQToxu_Y/s400/DSC02168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390219919547643314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the Lake Garden.&lt;br /&gt;Really nice scenery isn't it? ;)&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/148410502007599570-8626193859750768908?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/8626193859750768908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=8626193859750768908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/8626193859750768908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/8626193859750768908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-paradise.html' title='My Paradise'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Ss3odU3fNbI/AAAAAAAAAm4/_eQeQToxu_Y/s72-c/DSC02168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-5147526611727870695</id><published>2009-10-04T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T09:22:22.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joanne came back from Singapore last week. She listed down the things she would like to do/eat/accomplish for her trip back this time. Basically, the listed things were almost all done (I think). But the funny thing was... she was back for one whole week, we were together in Taiping and then to PJ. But not even ONE single photo of us was taken. Weird weird weird....... Yea, I'm regretting that.  We should've taken at least a pic la Jo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-5147526611727870695?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5147526611727870695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=5147526611727870695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/5147526611727870695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/5147526611727870695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/10/joanne-came-back-from-singapore-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-8828535863863363093</id><published>2009-09-29T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:39:07.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Mercy la Come On.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6v5h_7-0oPs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6v5h_7-0oPs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how the baby bear reacted when it realized the baby lion was near to it? It was sooooooooo terrified, and I feel like rescuing it and kick the baby lion away. That's cruel to test an animal like that..... Its reaction was like a human baby don't you think? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Previous post's author wasn't me. Finally Joanne posted up something here! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-8828535863863363093?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/8828535863863363093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=8828535863863363093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/8828535863863363093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/8828535863863363093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/09/have-mercy-la-come-on.html' title='Have Mercy la Come On.....'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-3296876601789830863</id><published>2009-09-25T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:26:12.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Public transportation~ Neglected Issues</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	margin:72.0pt 89.85pt 72.0pt 89.85pt; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0; 	layout-grid:15.6pt;} div.Section1 	{pa&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;I’ve been here for 12 weeks, a very convenient, in terms of public transportation place – &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. In these 12 weeks, I’ve experienced different types of public transportation, such as the MRT and public buses which I’m forced to take everyday to get to town. On the first two weeks, it’s kinda new for me, and I’ve to look at the signboards to figure out which way and which ‘number’ to take. After a month, I’m quite used to it and seem to be ‘fun’ for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt; Ya, ‘fun’, some of you will wonder that ‘like that also fun ar?’, but what I mean is by traveling and doing stuff all by myself, without having others beside, I can do whatever I want, go wherever, whenever I want. Sometimes, I will take an 8 to 10 minutes walk to a near central market, just to walk around observing the crowds, look around the shops and stalls seeing what are they selling, the price, the flavor, the brand and stuff. But I didn’t tend to do that, is just that I like the crowd and the thing is, it’s a Chinese town, it reminds me about my lovely hometown, TAIPING!!! (Which where am I at the moment)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Ok, back to my point, what I wanna blog about here is the neglected ‘unnoticed’ or ‘unmentioned’ real life of taking public transportation. What I mean by unnoticed or unmentioned is, we would not see or read it from books or advertisement, we will not know until we experience it ourselves. Let me start with the bus issue, when we have a bus, we must have a bus driver (duh~), ya, so let’s talk about bus driver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;You know, in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, there are many ‘active’ senior citizens and they travel by public transportation, and we can see there are lots of privileges for senior citizens and disabled people, especially in public transport, they have their reserve sits, they have their reserve space for wheelchair, they have special installed escalator on the staircases for them and etc. As compare to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, can’t deny that they are more ‘hang fok’ here~ So, what about the bus driver? As I said, there are many senior citizens taking public transport, some bus driver, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;I’m not sure whether they are trained before having their job, they drive like Formula 1 driver, maybe they’re one of them, they will accelerate until very keng even though is just a short distance, then they will brake like shit, and the passengers will be like sitting a roller coaster (ei? Abit like jean’s driving skills hor~), we’ve to hold on to the pole tightly because its very super damn dangerous and someone might just fly to the front, and sometimes the driver need to cut 3 lanes in order to get on the right track of the traffic light, and the whole bus will be wobbling right and left, just try to imagine for the old people, they will grab the pole like they’re giving birth, really pity them. Some of you will be saying that those old people should be sitting down, on the sit, but it’s a very normal situation for letting the old people standing unstably and those youngsters, guys, strong teenagers, will be occupying those sits as if they’re paralyzed, but we usually see this kinda situation, so not really an unnoticed one to mention here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Next, I noticed this recently, because my term is coming to an end, so I need to rush my finals and I will bring my laptop which I put it in my backpack and bring to school everyday. This issue really got on my nerves especially during the peak hours, when tons and tons of people taking the public transport, all at a time. But can’t deny, most of them are women, or maybe I should call them strippers. They will hug the pole as if the pole belongs to them, they would not bother the others that need to hold on the pole as well, and they will just hug or lean on the pole with their body attaching the common part of the pole where we grab or hold on to. Com’on la wei, if you wanna fuck the pole, go buy one and put it in your fucking home and fuck it yourself, don’t abuse the public properties la~ sorry, cannot control, but that’s what in my mind when I’m the ‘victim’ (NOT THE POLE! BUT ONE OF THE OTHERS THAT NEED TO HOLD ON TO THE POLE), especially with my fucking heavy bag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sr15eY54MvI/AAAAAAAAAmw/5zivW8UeaiA/s1600-h/DSC09670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sr15eY54MvI/AAAAAAAAAmw/5zivW8UeaiA/s400/DSC09670.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385594292393226994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Here's a pic of example which that fucking bloody pig is occupying that bloody pole~  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Ok, now, let’s talk about MRT. As we know, we need to take the escalator to get to the platform or to the exit. Peak hours, I will try my best to avoid it but sometimes still have to face it. Let me just tell the situation. As usual, walk out of the train, walk towards the escalator where everyone is trying to squeeze on like a bottle neck on the high way, then line up on the left lane, and here’s the moment where I really worried of sometimes, especially the front person is a senior citizen or an aunty (sorry again la, but really most of them were aunty), at the step where we get on the landing, ok la, (let’s forgive those old people) &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;some aunty will start their catwalk or doing something else like trying to find their tab card, then they just slow down or even stop immediately, imagine, what will happen to those at the back? I’ve tried once, by pushing the aunty in front, nah, not my fault har, I’ve been forced to push her because the one behind me is pushing me as well, and we almost fell man~ then everyone is having those expression like, what the hell?! But the aunty steady la, she just walks off after she found her tab card. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;Actually I’ve a lot more to tell, but seems like its kinda tired la for you all to read such long ‘truth’, did you guys watch The Ugly Truth? Kinda nice, but as usual la, comedy love story, if you’re not a popcorn fan, is better for you to get pirated DVD or VCD or just download and watch it at home, not really necessary to watch it in cinema. Ok la, maybe, if I’ve the time and mood, I’ll continue with other issues, or else, that’s it la, bye!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-3296876601789830863?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/3296876601789830863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=3296876601789830863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/3296876601789830863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/3296876601789830863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/09/public-transportation-neglected-issues.html' title='Public transportation~ Neglected Issues'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sr15eY54MvI/AAAAAAAAAmw/5zivW8UeaiA/s72-c/DSC09670.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-5467350354210660274</id><published>2009-09-10T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:05:06.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women thought they are smart.</title><content type='html'>I've received a forwarded email from Marie few days ago that kept me thinking about the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay it goes something like this: (I've summarized it, shorter version here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one lady, found a frog that granted her 3 wishes. But whatever she wish for, her husband will get 10 times more than her. So off she goes with 3 wishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. The richest person on earth&lt;br /&gt;(Her husband will then 10 times richer than her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Prettiest person on earth&lt;br /&gt;(Her husband will be sooooooooo super handsome.)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay third wish was suppose to be a tricky one, the one that she thought she's smart enough to handle the 2 wishes that outrage her cuz her husband might just leave her when he so much richer and so much good looking that she is. So, she wishes that...... she will have a mild heart-attack now. Smart! But, wooopsie~ She just made her husband encounter a 10 times milder heart-attack. Not so smart after all. Well, that's what the email talked about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now here's the question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;What would you want for the third wish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly thought the lady was kinda stupid. Or the person who created the whole story was stupid. Just go straight forward la aiyoh........ You know what I'll wish? Okay I have 2 options here. For this case, the sake of the story: I wish that my husband suffers a strong heart-attack right now. Or, there's another ONE word for it, starts with a 'D'. 'I hope that he d**s right now.' Hmmm, I feel bad of saying it. Choi choi choi~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But! If I'm given the chance for the third wish, I wish.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have unlimited wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, settle la like that! Agree or not? HAHAHA! What will you wish?  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-5467350354210660274?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5467350354210660274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=5467350354210660274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/5467350354210660274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/5467350354210660274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/09/women-thought-they-are-smart.html' title='Women thought they are smart.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-2712533835194882902</id><published>2009-09-08T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T12:22:47.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I almost got myself killed for being too kind.</title><content type='html'>Today I handed Joey a book that Yoke Chin asked me to pass it over to her during class and she was just few tables away. After a few minutes handing over the book, before the class started, my phone rang........ and it was Joey that called me to say thank you, whose just few tables away. Huuuuuuh~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh!! Anyone having the McD coupons? If you have it, take a look at its terms and conditions. I swear to God I'm holding the coupons now and I swear again that I've read it again and again and again and again......................... There's this one condition: 'Not valid for Dine-In, Take-Away and Drive-Thru'. Eh that phrase is quoted straight from the coupon ah, I didn't rephrase or change the original idea or whatsoever. Can anyone tell me, with such condition, when can I use the coupon then? Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the title that I've stated above. Hmmm, if I have to exaggerate the title... It should be: I almost got myself raped and killed for being too kind. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking my way to my car today after class alone. Hmmm, gotta say, the whole walking journey wasn't scary and dangerous but it's not really safe either cuz you might get rolled by a car or someone might just ride on a bike and snatch your bag. But overall, it was an 'okay' road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay before I start on what happened, allow me to ask... what's the perception or the impression you guys have on negros? Oh my tuition teacher once told me that the black people hate when people address them as negros cuz 'negative+grow=negro'. Anyways, I'm sure you guys will go like: 'eeewwww~'. Well, honestly, that's how I think. I have to admit, I was kinda dislike them because of their behavior. My house is kinda near a mamak, but my house is at the third level. I can bloody hear them so clearly when they talk during midnight!!! And they always try to flirt around with any girls that get into the same elevator with them, which now I've always avoid to enter the lift when I know they are going in and I am alone. But the thing is, not all of them are like that of cause. Some of them are okay.... can't specify in what way but there are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was half way walking, I heard someone said 'miss', kinda obvious he was addressing me. There's these two negros in a car which is already parked by the roadside, ready to leave though. The one guy, kinda tall and huge, talked to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   |    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;scary negro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;'Hello miss. Just wanna ask...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;'.......' *paused/shocked*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;'Yes, just want to ask... Hmm, do you speak English?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;'Yes.'&lt;/span&gt; (I spoke up cuz he seemed to be in trouble.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;'Where are you from?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;'Local.'&lt;/span&gt; (Okay, he's gonna ask for some road directions I assumed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;'Are you from the college?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;'Yes?'&lt;/span&gt; (WTF?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;'My name is *@&amp;amp;#*@(&amp;amp;. Can I be your friend? We can hang out together. I'm from Taylors&lt;/span&gt; too....'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;'..........' &lt;/span&gt;*mataku terbeliak besar besar* (So now this is what it's all about huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;'You can give me your number? At night I can call you out... I...bla.. You.... Go....bla.. Phone... Call....'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;'Oh no no.... I'm on the rush. Gotta go.'&lt;/span&gt; *started to walk away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;'Oh no, I just want to meet you, don't..bla... hang out..bla.. dinner...bla...'&lt;/span&gt; (he followed me a few steps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;'No no... rush......' &lt;/span&gt;*walking bloody fast*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(he stopped) &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;'Can we meet somewhere?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;'&amp;amp;#*Q&amp;amp;(@*!&amp;amp;3@&amp;amp;*(&amp;amp;!'&lt;/span&gt; *started to run* (I started to mumble to myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here's the scariest part, I hopped into my car and locked the doors. Quickly start the engine, prepared to drive off as fast as I could. But bloody hell, they stopped their car beside my car, blocked me from driving out, and the same guy came down from the car again, walked over to my side and knocked on my glass. I checked the lock so many times to make sure I'd really locked the doors. He's doing those hand signs asking me to wind down the glass and wanted to talk and still wanting my bloody shit phone number! I shook my head so many times and I'm not looking at him cuz honestly.... I am scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God someone behind their car honked them cuz they've block the road. My helplessness suddenly felt a lil' relieved. When the road is unblocked, I step on the pedal so hard and just speed off, but they were just beside me again by the roadside looking at me when I pass them by. I just drove as fast as I could like I did in Need For Speed. Phiu~ Safe after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I was naive, trying to help people that I already had bad impression with.... I was helpless cuz I was alone with 2 HUGE and strong negros.... I was scared because I'm afraid of what will happen to me if something bad happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like telling my family, but then they will start to forbid me to do this... do that..... be outside... They would want me to just stay inside the house. Oh my mom, gosh, she'll freak out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.... whatever it is, maybe this time it's my fault and my mistake to allow the conversation to take place at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's my secret boyfriend to protect me from all the dangers from now on. Yea, I'm too free and I like to dream. Thank you. HAHA  XD  Bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SqauRagHn0I/AAAAAAAAAmo/4ItqnFGO65I/s1600-h/incubus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SqauRagHn0I/AAAAAAAAAmo/4ItqnFGO65I/s400/incubus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379178419135684418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SqaS_vASGLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/9niiicBfe2M/s1600-h/incubus.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-2712533835194882902?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2712533835194882902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=2712533835194882902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/2712533835194882902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/2712533835194882902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-almost-got-myself-killed-for-being.html' title='I almost got myself killed for being too kind.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SqauRagHn0I/AAAAAAAAAmo/4ItqnFGO65I/s72-c/incubus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-4873981154682297652</id><published>2009-09-01T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:01:50.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jari Patah</title><content type='html'>Bodoh la... Yesterday night I was watching the news and they were reporting about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a few &lt;/span&gt;(imagine that, a few cases in one day) incidents about kids lost their fingers due to the carelessness while playing fire crackers. I'm just wondering why these kids just couldn't pay more attention when they're playing the thing that was suppose to make us happy, instead of leading it into tragedy? Oh yea, blame the parents too... and the adults... I mean, there should be someone supervising them while they were playing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaa~ Frustuated with the kids nowadays la.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-4873981154682297652?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/4873981154682297652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=4873981154682297652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/4873981154682297652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/4873981154682297652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/09/jari-patah.html' title='Jari Patah'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-8543282896508741440</id><published>2009-08-27T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T09:59:46.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, this is a disaster video, no melody, everyone's in different tune and pitch.... But I had fun doing it, I was laughing so much when replaying it during the editing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do it again when college reopens!!! More people and more accurate tunes!! I can't wait.... Grrrr~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I know it sucks.  :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d4ef1f78bb76b971" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd4ef1f78bb76b971%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329897079%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D320B951746FD7D77C492C9875D8DC4EEFF1A828C.756C1A122AB227CE316B5514F36317D9FA750757%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd4ef1f78bb76b971%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DscZrtXpIlvQByefGa-lwcX-Hk6s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd4ef1f78bb76b971%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329897079%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D320B951746FD7D77C492C9875D8DC4EEFF1A828C.756C1A122AB227CE316B5514F36317D9FA750757%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd4ef1f78bb76b971%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DscZrtXpIlvQByefGa-lwcX-Hk6s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-8543282896508741440?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d4ef1f78bb76b971&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/8543282896508741440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=8543282896508741440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/8543282896508741440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/8543282896508741440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-this-is-disaster-video-no-melody.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-5615659629113624018</id><published>2009-08-24T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:54:45.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shush shush shush you bloody sickening virus! SHUSH!</title><content type='html'>Me and Mei Yan went into the Media Hub in college today, a familiar male voice called out: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Girls.....'&lt;/span&gt; Mr Shanker (spelled wrongly I think :Þ), the normally cool, unsmiling, non-expression male staff that usually handles everything there stopped us from proceeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'The college will be close for a week. So, byeeeeeeeeeeeee...~'&lt;/span&gt; And then both ends of his mouth stretch until the level of both of his eyes, one rare phenomenon..... he's smiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceh, of cuz he's happy la, cuz unlike us, he doesn't have to replace the holiday what. Dammit! Oh, don't get me wrong though, Mr Shanker's a nice guy, despite that he don't usually smile. He's always helpful though.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecturers and students are affected by the very very very troublesome H1N1 virus. I really hate it!! Gets in the way of my normal life. Grrr.... If it's a thing, I'll grab it and bite it!! Maybe ask Pet to bite also cuz she likes to bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Happy Holiday....? How much I hope I'm just dreaming and this isn't happening. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-5615659629113624018?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5615659629113624018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=5615659629113624018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/5615659629113624018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/5615659629113624018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/08/shush-shush-shush-you-bloody-sickening.html' title='Shush shush shush you bloody sickening virus! SHUSH!'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-3695958529044264313</id><published>2009-08-21T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T10:05:00.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Massive Attack - Teardrop</title><content type='html'>Come on, seriously, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will ever ever ever EVER EVEEEEEEEEEEEER &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT FELL IN LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with this song! It's a song from the nineties and I've heard of it from a lot of movies and dramas but the only one that I could specifically recall was from Prison Break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, go figure a way to get this song. Band/group name: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Massive Attack&lt;/span&gt;, song name: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teardrop&lt;/span&gt;. They have this angelic voice lady as guest to sing in this song. Superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original song with the original music video. But I gotta say the video kinda creeps me out, despite that it was such a beautiful song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NmB5SG5PpSI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NmB5SG5PpSI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was in my mood to search in Youtube for its live performances and  I ended up opening a lot of tabs and waiting anxiously for the videos to load and kept blaming myself why I didn't watch these videos earlier? The live performances were..... OMG.... like watching people perform from heaven. There're too much of it cuz they have performances from the nineties to the latest, last year. I can't choose which was my most favourite one, so I decided not to embed any of it here. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then everyone starts to cover the song. So far, most of them, not too bad, some are good, some.... I can live with it..... But this, THIS!!!! OMG!!!! Spoil the beauty of the song! It sounded irritating and I'm just so sorry to say that he actually ruined the song. I'm sorry Mika fans, but I'm refering to his cover. His version is not even live, its studio recorded but man.... it really sounded terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LajJUoKRwPQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LajJUoKRwPQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the one video that actually gives me the idea of blogging about this song, when I watch this, my jaw dropped and I was like: I must show this to the world! This guy, bloody hell talented! It sounded even so much million times better than Mika's. The fact that he plays the guitar and sing AND do the percussion, man.... that was brilliant! That was super clever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rjT86g9gTKk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rjT86g9gTKk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think that sometimes, people have their own personal perferences that I shouldn't use my blog to strongly persuade people to listen to the songs that I like. But this time I couldn't resist it. I hope you guys love it just like I did. Enjoy the song.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-3695958529044264313?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/3695958529044264313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=3695958529044264313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/3695958529044264313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/3695958529044264313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/08/massive-attack-teardrop.html' title='Massive Attack - Teardrop'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-7425164356307233883</id><published>2009-08-20T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T09:58:11.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today in class, my lecturer was talking about spanking lil' kids and she had this experience that she hit a lil' girl or boy, not sure.... because the lil' kid did something wrong. The night she hit the lil' fella, she cried. And she has been feeling guilty for years until one day she approach the lil' kid again, of cuz the grown up version of it la, and she actually apologised for her action. Well, for me.... my opinion is, sometimes, kids are meant to be beaten/disciplined. That's how I grew up and had my sweet childhood. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this entry is so random. I just felt like blogging.     :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-7425164356307233883?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7425164356307233883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=7425164356307233883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/7425164356307233883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/7425164356307233883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-in-class-my-lecturer-was-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-8132630088910751086</id><published>2009-08-17T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T09:53:50.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyre Bird</title><content type='html'>Hey hey! My life is so lifeless that I have to talk about wildlife in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually it's not that bad la. My brother showed me a video few weeks ago and I think that it's interesting to share with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some bird named Lyre Bird that has this special fan-shaped tail that absorb the sound from the environment and imitate the sound. Okay, sounds that they are able to imitate: individual songs of other birds and the chatter of flocks of birds, and also mimic other animals, human noises, machinery of all kinds, explosions, and musical instruments. The Lyre Bird is capable of imitating almost any sound — from a mill whistle to a cross-cut saw, and, not uncommonly, sounds as diverse as chainsaws, car engines and car alarms, fire alarms, rifle-shots, camera shutters, dogs barking and crying babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you go. Watch to believe it.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VjE0Kdfos4Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VjE0Kdfos4Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-8132630088910751086?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/8132630088910751086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=8132630088910751086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/8132630088910751086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/8132630088910751086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/08/lyre-bird.html' title='Lyre Bird'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-4701159814116107243</id><published>2009-08-07T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:20:25.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P/S I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sn0hH00w8uI/AAAAAAAAAmY/pJxU0zMcqYU/s1600-h/p.s.1240149894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sn0hH00w8uI/AAAAAAAAAmY/pJxU0zMcqYU/s400/p.s.1240149894.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367482749218255586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup, great movie it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember first time Ykhiny told me to watch this and he promised us that we will sure cry. Well, the thing is.... I cried almost every romantic movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, when I finally got the movie, Kah Yee told me to prepare a box of tissue with me while watching the movie. I did prepared 2 tissues with me and boooooy...... it's so damn not enough!!! At the movie's 15th minute, I've already started crying.... and then the whole movie was soooooooo sad! Until near to the half of the movie, I decided to pause, took a long breath, and went to get a box of tissue, so that I won't have to trouble myself to look for any tissues around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta say, Gerrard Butler, the 300 guy.... he's hot in this movie man. The other Irish guy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you happen to have this movie and wanna watch it, just remember to prepare &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A BOX OF TISSUE&lt;/span&gt;. Not just one or two tissues k?   :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-4701159814116107243?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/4701159814116107243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=4701159814116107243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/4701159814116107243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/4701159814116107243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/08/ps-i-love-you.html' title='P/S I Love You'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sn0hH00w8uI/AAAAAAAAAmY/pJxU0zMcqYU/s72-c/p.s.1240149894.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-8657900615510935993</id><published>2009-08-06T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T07:49:41.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Get Old and Die Real Fast</title><content type='html'>....in The Sims la, but in real life too of cause, just the duration is like a few million times slower than in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always a super big fan of the game- The Sims. Played it since the first version, get all the expansion packs and play like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I'm playing the second version but they already have the third version out! The version that I'm playing now is much more interesting than the first one of cause, and one of the thing that I can show you guys here is.... my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tomb stone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I built the house, have a good career (I ended up going to work with helicopter), and I never experience 'death' before. And suddenly one day, I'm old and I died. Now I'm creating another me again (I don't know why I just can't think of using other people's name) and move into the house again. And then I realized there's my tomb stone in front of my house! What's even worse is.... the dead me turned into ghost and haunt the current me that live in the house. I'm trying to capture the ghost of me but i waited waited... night after night... it never appear pulak. Better luck next time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm gonna only show you my tomb stone for now.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Click on it for a larger and clearer view!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SnrhtN86KjI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/lldZEXBcsLg/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SnrhtN86KjI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/lldZEXBcsLg/s400/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366850072920861234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Here lies Sheng Jean Ong'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;See that? That's the tomb stone.&lt;br /&gt;And the new me as you can see in the toilet (she's old already too) is clearing her bladder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe next time I'll show you the me ghost. Very stupid wan..... HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: For some of you out there, thanks for the concern. Love you guys!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-8657900615510935993?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/8657900615510935993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=8657900615510935993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/8657900615510935993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/8657900615510935993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-can-get-old-and-die-real-fast.html' title='I Can Get Old and Die Real Fast'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SnrhtN86KjI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/lldZEXBcsLg/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-1189329674020078752</id><published>2009-08-01T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T22:56:47.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remember when my dad's mother passed away on April this year, my mom called us to tell us the sad news. We were expecting her to leave us anytime but when we heard the news, it's still shocking for everyone of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday was her 100th day since the day she passed. My sister and brothers travel back to Taiping to pay their respects to her and I was already in Taiping for my semester break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back to my BU home on Friday night, expecting to see my college friends again and start the new semester on Monday. I felt a lil' unfamiliar with the places and things around me in KL although I've been away for only one month and I feel like I'm gonna have to adapt to my life here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, yesterday evening, my dad called my sister. This time, it's my dad whose delivering the sad news of my mom's mother passed away few minutes ago. Again, we all were expecting that as well, but it's still shocking to us. I remember my mom cried so hard when our uncle, my mom's brother passed away last year.  And then it was my dad, whom I never seen him shred a single tears before, cried when his mother passed. It's really heart broken to see either one of them to be in such saddening moment. I think I am going to see my mom break down again, oh god........ Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to be away again this time. Coming back on Wednesday I think. See you guys soon and don't worry, I'm okay.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-1189329674020078752?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1189329674020078752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=1189329674020078752' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/1189329674020078752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/1189329674020078752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-remember-when-my-dads-mother-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-9219520932839573829</id><published>2009-08-01T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T02:22:16.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Backie!</title><content type='html'>Hey ya'll..... ssup?! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, long time since the last update. My Taiping house doesn't have internet... sad case. Anyways, hey, I'm starting to miss Taiping already, cuz my life there is so bloody relaxing and I got nothing to worry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, one thing I wanna talk about while I'm in Taiping. I know I'm really dark now and I had sun-burnt the first week I'm back in Taiping. And then there're people came up to me and ask if I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Sawadeeka'&lt;/span&gt;. That Indian uncle ask: 'Eh you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sawadeeka&lt;/span&gt; ah?' Urgh.... what the hell..... Know what's that means? It means that I'm Siamest. Lau eh, not sure if it's a good thing or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I think I promised some Perhentian photos here! Anyways, some of you might already seen it in FB. Haven't? Go there and have a look la.... I lazy to upload here already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! There're some photos I'd like to share with ya'll which are not uploaded in FB because my face sucks in those photos but the story is nice to tell. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SnQArH6QYrI/AAAAAAAAAmA/hgTHZlIlHxo/s1600-h/DSC01048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SnQArH6QYrI/AAAAAAAAAmA/hgTHZlIlHxo/s400/DSC01048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364913796962869938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, there're four of us on the platform.&lt;br /&gt;It was like 2 metres deep so it's nice to jump in!&lt;br /&gt;The sea is so blue and so crystal clear that you can see the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, when I was swiming to that platform, it was kinda scary to look in the water cuz it was clear that under my feet are clorals and fishes! I was afraid to step on it and it looks like I was really in the middle of the sea! And my eyes hurt when they contacted with the sea water cuz it's bloody damn salty! Sometimes I did accidently swallowed the water and my throat hurts too!! It's so salty that when the water dried on our skin, it turned into salt! No exageration on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SnQAqdg2ReI/AAAAAAAAAlo/b62uyBYUS0A/s1600-h/DSC01096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SnQAqdg2ReI/AAAAAAAAAlo/b62uyBYUS0A/s400/DSC01096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364913785582011874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Kaaaaabush~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! One ugly photo.&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to make a 'bomb jump', but.. failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remembered when I jumped in, my eyes hurt so bad, my throat too but it was fun. Again, I was afraid to touch the bottom, full of clorals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SnQAqxhvpkI/AAAAAAAAAl4/mz_-BlPEtbQ/s1600-h/DSC01191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SnQAqxhvpkI/AAAAAAAAAl4/mz_-BlPEtbQ/s400/DSC01191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364913790954481218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the fun activities during the trip: snokerling.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm ugly here too! But the reason I'm showing this photo is...&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the fishes around us? A lot of them and they're not afraid of humans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Snokerling is a must when you're there! Eh, I've seen Nemo up close man.... so cute! HAHA! Oh and.... a lot of baby sharks! No swimming skills require for this, don't worry, you can wear the safety jacket and float on the water and see the fishes!! Really really cool..... Oh and there's one time the uncle who drove the boat saw turtle in the middle of the sea and ask us to quickly see it. Then I saw Eng Hui and Joanne they started to dive in so fast, and I just followed... And, we saw penyu! 2 penyus! One is big and another... okay la the size. HAHA. The sea is deep though but the bottom is just one flat white ground, nothing else. No fish, no nothing! Like simen ground, super huge swimming pool with turtle in it. So, it wasn't as scary as the one with lotsa cloral on the bottom, although this is much deeper. We chase the turtle and damn they swam super fast in the water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SnQAqgqLYUI/AAAAAAAAAlw/X2pNUuvKZgw/s1600-h/DSC01164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SnQAqgqLYUI/AAAAAAAAAlw/X2pNUuvKZgw/s400/DSC01164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364913786426450242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, did you see Joanne was actually in the air, falling into the water?&lt;br /&gt;She was actually jumping down from the top of that building!&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for my turn at the middle of the building.&lt;br /&gt;So regret of not climbing up higher to jump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Actually some random stupid girl caused me for not having my chance to jump down from the highest. She was so scared to jump down from the middle that everyone have to persuade her to jump, wait for like bloody 10 minutes! When I jumped down, I thought of climbing up the highest for second jump but the boat was leaving. Damn! Oh FYI, we're at the middle of the sea, kid you not! I wasn't wearing my goggles so I can't see the bottom, it was dark blue but Eng Hui told me it's like 3 or 4 stories high. Another scary moment! But the jumping, it's really really breath taking! Gonna go the highest next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SnQIu2LDvXI/AAAAAAAAAmI/qADPu-Ugip8/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SnQIu2LDvXI/AAAAAAAAAmI/qADPu-Ugip8/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364922657014005106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a wallpaper I did with all of us jumping on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;I love it! What do you think?  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough now. Gonna try and update more now. My time table for new semester sucks big time!! Fingers cross for me that they're gonna change it into a better one. HEHE. Adios-a!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-9219520932839573829?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/9219520932839573829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=9219520932839573829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/9219520932839573829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/9219520932839573829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/08/backie.html' title='Backie!'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SnQArH6QYrI/AAAAAAAAAmA/hgTHZlIlHxo/s72-c/DSC01048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-3737769526995341385</id><published>2009-06-24T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:05:38.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Pyramid yesterday to meet Kah Yee, Anastasya and Mei Yan. I was one meter close to Mei Yan and she couldn't recognize me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tanned. Very very very tanned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just back from Perhentian, the trip was awesome and the beach and the sea was incredibly beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be featuring the photos here soon!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I going back to Taiping today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-3737769526995341385?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/3737769526995341385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=3737769526995341385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/3737769526995341385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/3737769526995341385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/06/went-to-pyramid-yesterday-to-meet-kah.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-6871291348160325741</id><published>2009-06-10T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T08:26:26.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kumar (again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Si_LQ38Sc5I/AAAAAAAAAlI/zyx6TRJGHDQ/s1600-h/kumar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Si_LQ38Sc5I/AAAAAAAAAlI/zyx6TRJGHDQ/s400/kumar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345714773467231122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Kumar.&lt;br /&gt;And he's wearing the t-shirt that I designed. Cool?&lt;br /&gt;Oh that was actually a campaign t-shirt that I miss it so much.&lt;br /&gt;A.S.A.P. for Children, rock on people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opp, off topic. Okay, coming back to Kumar....&lt;br /&gt;So this Kumar, looks like a student or a friend of mine right?&lt;br /&gt;(This phrase only applies to those who are not Taylorians of cause.)&lt;br /&gt;He's actually my ex-lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then today I went to the lecturers' office, with some friends.&lt;br /&gt;We saw him, we stop by, we talked.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait.... not that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sorry, I just change the alignment of the passages. I couldn't stand typing the words by starting off at the center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was talking with another lecturer today. And when I finished my session with the lecturer, I turned around and Kumar went quite loud: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eh! Zombie!&lt;/span&gt;"  ................................ like I don't have a name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... my conclusion, he still remember my singing. Eeer..... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;How cool is that??&lt;/span&gt; (???) or not. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hair now is so much more curlier than Phua Chu Kang's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-6871291348160325741?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/6871291348160325741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=6871291348160325741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/6871291348160325741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/6871291348160325741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/06/kumar-again.html' title='Kumar (again)'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Si_LQ38Sc5I/AAAAAAAAAlI/zyx6TRJGHDQ/s72-c/kumar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-5631707776768631176</id><published>2009-06-01T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:35:08.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just now, me and my siblings went for a dinner together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;2nd Bro:&lt;/span&gt; I think I'm gonna mount some cow skin here, make it more... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gaya&lt;/span&gt;. *pointing the interior of the car, I think he was actually referring to the leathers.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st Bro:&lt;/span&gt; Cow?? Oi Tien, cow got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H1N1&lt;/span&gt; la... The passengers in your car shall not be safe then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;2nd Bro:&lt;/span&gt; What cow.....??! It's the birds la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; .........................&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-5631707776768631176?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5631707776768631176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=5631707776768631176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/5631707776768631176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/5631707776768631176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-now-my-siblings-went-for-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-5097153707675228261</id><published>2009-05-30T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:41:33.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"A Must See 3D For Everyone"</title><content type='html'>That's the tagline for the movie 'Monsters VS Aliens' that is recently showing the 3D version in cinemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SiFmi20RxqI/AAAAAAAAAlA/0ZlSu_poHsU/s1600-h/monstersvsaliensposter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 375px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SiFmi20RxqI/AAAAAAAAAlA/0ZlSu_poHsU/s400/monstersvsaliensposter2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341663382054487714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this perception that this kinda movie always favor the kids where there is always a happy ending, nobody dies, predictable. So basically, I'm not really interested to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days before, my brother has 4 free tickets for this movie in 3D version and my sister was interested in it, so that makes them lack of one person to fill up the empty seat. I'm thinking since it's free and I am missing the GSC popcorn so darn much, I'm in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, another perception on this movie. 3D version..... What I've always picture about this kinda movie is this......... (the pic below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know this is before wearing the paper red and green 3D glasses. It is normal for it to look 'ugly'. Even if we put those glasses on, it's making the whole movie to turn into red and green hue. It does looks 3D but, it does not brings comfort to the eyes at all. In fact, I have always felt dizzy if I'm watching it. I'm guessing some you felt that too before right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this time, it's the popcorn that tempts me. Not the movie at all.... I think I will just enjoy my fattening snacks in the cinema rather than the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we depart to Mid Valley, my sister got this 'emergency' that she has to give up the seat. My brother was a little upset and he kept complaining how hard it is to get the tix, and FYI, the tix for the 3D movie is RM17. With all the complains from my bro.... the whole journey kinda makes me wanted to give up my popcorn and just stay at home. But I still drag my ass to the cinema. Gotta keep my promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before entering the cinema, the staff gave us this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SiFmikx-mjI/AAAAAAAAAkw/n8rQNVMvyiE/s1600-h/Dolby3Dglasses-550x290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SiFmikx-mjI/AAAAAAAAAkw/n8rQNVMvyiE/s400/Dolby3Dglasses-550x290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341663377213004338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SiFmiHHBtCI/AAAAAAAAAko/te32PVzyFYs/s1600-h/3d-specs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SiFmiHHBtCI/AAAAAAAAAko/te32PVzyFYs/s400/3d-specs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341663369248224290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like: Eh, they upgraded the design of the glasses? Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you..... It was waaaaaaaay beyond cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie hasn't start and there's ads showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My bro was like: 'Hey! Wear your glasses already! You can look through it now.....'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Me: 'You sure? It doesn't look like I can put them on yet wor.....' (The clips were not the in the red and green hue yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Bro: 'Can d.... Just wear it, trust me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I wear la. I remember it was a thriller of another animation movie coming soon, something like the people with black buttons sewed on their eyes. Ah whatever. Okay as I was saying, I put on the glasses and..... WOW. Mind blowing! Like.... Gosh, the words and the things, they were like appearing exactly in front of me! It's like I can just stretch my hand and touch the words! Literally 3d!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, and then the movie starts. The fist scene was someone has his feet on the desk and his hand was holding this ping pong bat that has a ping pong ball attached to it. And he was hitting the ball so the ball is like bouncing towards us, the audience. My brother's gf was sitting next to me and I remembered vividly that she has reflexes because the ball was like moving towards us! Like it's going to hit us! (Actually I did 'avoid' the ball a lil bit. Haha.) And I have this feeling that everyone in the cinema did reacted to the scene, avoid it like we did or what...... And then, everyone in the cinema started to laugh and I heard some wow-ed voices. Eh real k, I did not exaggerate! Kid you not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie... well, like I said, too predictable as it is for the kids. But the whole 3D experience was simply amazing and I was really fascinated by it. If I have to pay RM17 for it, it was completely worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-5097153707675228261?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5097153707675228261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=5097153707675228261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/5097153707675228261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/5097153707675228261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/05/must-see-3d-for-everyone.html' title='&quot;A Must See 3D For Everyone&quot;'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SiFmi20RxqI/AAAAAAAAAlA/0ZlSu_poHsU/s72-c/monstersvsaliensposter2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-4894228893085967029</id><published>2009-05-28T00:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T00:35:22.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a coincidence~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All right, yesterday my bloody kakak cooked nasi lemak for lunch, sounds nice right? Sorry, that's the meal she'll cook whenever she's lazy or in a rush or out of dish for cooking. So mom suggested to go out for lunch, after fetching my bro from school, we came up with some options, at last my mom choose to go for set lunch which finally lead us to our so call 'coffee house' &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(wonder why we used to call it coffee house rather than panorama when we were young)&lt;/span&gt;. And the menu there has changed, obviously is quite new and there is more varieties, just took a glance on the front page, is something like a photo taken in front of panorama if i'm not mistaken. When we reach home after lunch, i found a stupid 'thing' on the cabinet, ok, let me show it to you and i leave it to you to decide whether is it stupid or not~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sh49JA9JV_I/AAAAAAAAAkY/5rctdnU4zVs/s1600-h/DSC06873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sh49JA9JV_I/AAAAAAAAAkY/5rctdnU4zVs/s400/DSC06873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340773433192568818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Is it familiar to you? I bet some of you will recognise it~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sh49nR2lolI/AAAAAAAAAkg/tO_6WPSOkNU/s1600-h/DSC06883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sh49nR2lolI/AAAAAAAAAkg/tO_6WPSOkNU/s400/DSC06883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340773953124541010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Jeng Jeng Jeng!!! Panorama's 'ex' Menu~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Any question? Ok ok, i have to apologize for this, i (or maybe should i say 'we') took it... ok la ok la, we'd stolen it from the coffee house years ago &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(see, i really keep it nice and safe)&lt;/span&gt;, sorry lo~ but i swear, that's yk's idea~ and what's the point of stealing it? i don't know, ask yk la~&lt;/span&gt;mainlah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;~Mc'Jo~  28 May 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-4894228893085967029?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/4894228893085967029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=4894228893085967029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/4894228893085967029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/4894228893085967029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-coincidence.html' title='What a coincidence~'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sh49JA9JV_I/AAAAAAAAAkY/5rctdnU4zVs/s72-c/DSC06873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-2186228211489365989</id><published>2009-05-27T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:54:57.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dyed the hair.</title><content type='html'>I never dye my hair before. Just wanna try out some colors on my hair.   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's a one minute photoshop thing, the quality of it is of cuz one-minute-quality.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sh174ZXTVhI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Y8tJ6AUKp4Y/s1600-h/green+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sh174ZXTVhI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Y8tJ6AUKp4Y/s400/green+hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340560941942789650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sh174OU56DI/AAAAAAAAAj4/S5VJX9-pHAA/s1600-h/purple+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sh174OU56DI/AAAAAAAAAj4/S5VJX9-pHAA/s400/purple+hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340560938979944498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;PURPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sh17359zBjI/AAAAAAAAAjw/9qr0ubzErPU/s1600-h/red+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sh17359zBjI/AAAAAAAAAjw/9qr0ubzErPU/s400/red+hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340560933514315314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sh17UGkjIyI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Uim9nebGyzo/s1600-h/brown+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sh17UGkjIyI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Uim9nebGyzo/s400/brown+hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340560318422786850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;BROWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, which color do you prefer?  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it's kinda scary to see my face repeats here so many times right? I even creep myself out. Gosh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-2186228211489365989?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2186228211489365989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=2186228211489365989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/2186228211489365989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/2186228211489365989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/05/dyed-hair.html' title='Dyed the hair.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sh174ZXTVhI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Y8tJ6AUKp4Y/s72-c/green+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-2922297892688672126</id><published>2009-05-27T10:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:02:22.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Ho hey! I just discovered something few days ago that some of you might already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a CHI-LAYSIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure what's that. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-2922297892688672126?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2922297892688672126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=2922297892688672126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/2922297892688672126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/2922297892688672126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/05/ho-hey-i-just-discovered-something-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-5590606688945255603</id><published>2009-05-26T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T08:34:06.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>$ell.ou7!</title><content type='html'>How come I didn't blog about this when I watched it last week? Ooooooo... right.... I was bloody damn busy with the bloody damned assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went and watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Sell Out!'&lt;/span&gt; with Kah Yee. I gotta say.... it's really kinda worth the watch. Of cause it's not gonna be like the blockbusters movies type of good, as it is just an indie movie by Malaysian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is definitely not making sense in terms of the story line. It's not realistic and FYI, it's a musical movie where they act act act.. then suddenly out of nowhere they start to sing! But the thing is... it's interesting to watch! The lyrics are funny and we actually like some of the songs in it. Oh if you ask me.. High School Musical or Sell Out? Definitely Sell Out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/ShvinoBuRyI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5MuOQlfrZVE/s1600-h/n670728568_1067666_7657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/ShvinoBuRyI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5MuOQlfrZVE/s400/n670728568_1067666_7657.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340110953565275938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This main actor here- Peter Davis, gosh... he's handsome la. But the thing is.. when he speaks, he has this British accent that actually makes him not really suits the movie because.. duh... it's a Malaysian movie! For the movie's sake!! Why don't they choose someone whose more Malaysian than this one? BUT, he's still nice to watch. Hehe. Thank God he was gifted a good looking face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/ShvinV5Y5iI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uQJtLS3YAnU/s1600-h/n670728568_1067665_7393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/ShvinV5Y5iI/AAAAAAAAAjY/uQJtLS3YAnU/s400/n670728568_1067665_7393.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340110948698482210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See the pic, there's a lil' girl standing behind? She's actually sneezing. Cute! HAHA. Okay, this is the lead actress. This girl can act! Oh wait, she can sing too!! Double the talent baybeh! Oh... the guy above can't sing, but somehow he sounded okay in the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/ShvinEPlRYI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/5GRMqavp-eM/s1600-h/n670728568_1067664_7119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/ShvinEPlRYI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/5GRMqavp-eM/s400/n670728568_1067664_7119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340110943959729538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These two uncles are funny. But the one with shorter hair, he smokes throughout the whole movie! Ui uncle, May 31st, non-smoking day. Kambateh ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me about sypnosis cuz I have no idea how to verbally tell you guys. Don't know why either. Hmmm.. but it's like one guy, he's like so kesian.. kena bully. Then one girl, she was trying hard to save her career. Yea, something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you guys what.... I LOVE this pic a lot! I think this is really a good shot! No wonder they make it as the movie's poster. Everyone's in the mood for this shot! Great one.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/ShvimlVG8YI/AAAAAAAAAjI/ZoSgmaUjsm4/s1600-h/gallery-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/ShvimlVG8YI/AAAAAAAAAjI/ZoSgmaUjsm4/s400/gallery-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340110935661408642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of supporting Malaysian film, watch it, it's recommended. It's interesting anyhow. From my point of view la.....  :)  Oh gosh.... I guess I was kinda late to recommend this movie since it's been showing for awhile in the cinema already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh have I mention, there's one part in the movie that you can actually sing karaoke? Well, at least I did try to sing, in the cinema. Hehe. :Þ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-5590606688945255603?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5590606688945255603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=5590606688945255603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/5590606688945255603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/5590606688945255603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/05/ellou7.html' title='$ell.ou7!'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/ShvinoBuRyI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5MuOQlfrZVE/s72-c/n670728568_1067666_7657.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-222201659126380779</id><published>2009-05-22T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T11:32:19.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Semangat Renjer</title><content type='html'>Went to the program office and took my UniSA ID. Well, just have a look at it guys.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/ShbsYvgX4WI/AAAAAAAAAjA/CR1r_Hk0A08/s1600-h/ss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/ShbsYvgX4WI/AAAAAAAAAjA/CR1r_Hk0A08/s400/ss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338714318107566434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See or not? I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;damn semangat&lt;/span&gt; with my Renjer Puteri man! IN CASE you didn't know what the heck is Renjer Puteri, it's actually one of the uniform units for the ko-kurrikulum (wow, can't believe I can still spell this word) back in secondary school. We do the scouts' thing you know.... kinda similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr... actually I very geram wan la! Why the heck are all my IDs' pictures sucked? This one is a total joke. Renjer pic... Lawak. See the expiry date? For heck's sake, 2012! I have to keep this bloody ID in my wallet for that long. Wanna ask for popi also cannot d!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I end up with this joker pic as my ID? It's actually because when I wanted to register for my degree studies earlier this year, I was too lazy to get a new pic. Found this, and I thought... hmm, just for registration, no prob! Cis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, the lesson I've learnt for not to always have own assumption and not to be too lazy! (but I will always be, can't fix that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-222201659126380779?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/222201659126380779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=222201659126380779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/222201659126380779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/222201659126380779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/05/semangat-renjer.html' title='Semangat Renjer'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/ShbsYvgX4WI/AAAAAAAAAjA/CR1r_Hk0A08/s72-c/ss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-8432620848044970121</id><published>2009-05-18T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:00:31.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To the person that I've known for 14 years,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Lee Kah Yee&lt;/span&gt;, just click play. Thank you. Bye bye.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: Can you go get the song '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;' by The Click Five? I dedicate that to you gal! Hehehehehe.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b8c2ac7774a11aa7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db8c2ac7774a11aa7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329897079%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D178AE2C2D7C5C288CB1ADAB3C65B3621F74A73F.1A04952B438D9145BB7C896DEB39BFF3C6CD8F4A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db8c2ac7774a11aa7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpwR6Je_pOODhN7HVdFld9WvhI3o&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db8c2ac7774a11aa7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329897079%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D178AE2C2D7C5C288CB1ADAB3C65B3621F74A73F.1A04952B438D9145BB7C896DEB39BFF3C6CD8F4A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db8c2ac7774a11aa7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpwR6Je_pOODhN7HVdFld9WvhI3o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-8432620848044970121?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b8c2ac7774a11aa7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/8432620848044970121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=8432620848044970121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/8432620848044970121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/8432620848044970121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-person-that-ive-known-for-14-years.html' title='To the person that I&apos;ve known for 14 years,'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-7033815275244861941</id><published>2009-05-07T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T11:55:06.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eh guys.... I balik kampung dulu yea. Jumpa lagi~~~~~  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Don't miss me too much. A bit a bit can d....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-7033815275244861941?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7033815275244861941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=7033815275244861941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/7033815275244861941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/7033815275244861941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/05/eh-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-4264971696515232691</id><published>2009-05-04T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T07:24:16.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Numerology</title><content type='html'>Numerology. The current topic in my house. My second brother, sister and her boy friend went for this numerology talk last weekend. Well, it's about... okay wait... lemme just copy paste the definition from wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Numerology&lt;/b&gt; is any of many &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/System" title="System"&gt;systems&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tradition" title="Tradition"&gt;traditions&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belief" title="Belief"&gt;beliefs&lt;/a&gt; in a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mysticism" title="Mysticism"&gt;mystical&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Esoteric" title="Esoteric" class="mw-redirect"&gt;esoteric&lt;/a&gt; relationship between &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Number" title="Number"&gt;numbers&lt;/a&gt; and physical objects or living things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Got it? So basically there's a method to calculate your birth date and there's a guidebook to explain all the numbers and whatever things you get from the calculation la. It's complicated.... That's what I roughly understood. And Paul was kind enough to calculate it for me. I gotta say...... It's pretty....... accurate? Well, not to say the future stuff of cause, who would know about that.... I meant the personality and some other present stuff. The book explained kinda specific and detailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, lemme tell you some of the prediction of my future. Bloody heck..... when Paul reads the whole thing to me, I think I heard a total of 4 or 5 times of stressful in different categories, something related to my future working field would be stressful, my life would be stressful, I have the criteria of leadership but it will be stressful.... bla bla bla... stressful.. bla bla bla STRESSFUL. What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's this crap, actually it's a fact, I'm just..... Can I not admit it? Although it's the bloody truth, I know! But..... argh. Okay, it's not crap. It's the dislikable fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's start the whole thing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's this FACT, about my health... My number is actually indicating I can only either be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over-weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;under-weight&lt;/span&gt;. Damn it. Know what Kah Yee told me when she heard about it? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Eh, you go pia for the under-weight wan then.'&lt;/span&gt; Waaaaaa~~ not a bad idea huh?!! Heck. What the hell????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... what else.... I forget already la. These are the memorables ones. Oh remember I wrote about my life being pathetic and I got nothing to blog about? Well..... look how much is this numerology thing makes my life so much moreeeeeeeeeeeeee pathetic! HOORAY. Dang. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-4264971696515232691?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/4264971696515232691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=4264971696515232691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/4264971696515232691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/4264971696515232691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/05/numerology.html' title='Numerology'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-1545850296129185233</id><published>2009-05-03T10:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T10:44:47.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG. Guys..... It's not that I'm so super lazy that I can't move my fingers and type on the keyboard to update my blog.... it's just.... OMG!!! I just realized.... I'm pathetic! My life's boring! I got nothing to blog about! Oh myyyyyyyyy Goooooooood-de!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guan yin ma.... please popi popi me. I want a better life. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-1545850296129185233?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1545850296129185233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=1545850296129185233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/1545850296129185233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/1545850296129185233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-9000129121156285157</id><published>2009-04-24T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T08:47:57.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Ironic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SfHe9azOV2I/AAAAAAAAAi4/YHn7hPjT86I/s1600-h/hamster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SfHe9azOV2I/AAAAAAAAAi4/YHn7hPjT86I/s400/hamster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328284980903565154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at the red circled area.&lt;br /&gt;Ironic huh? HAHA.&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/148410502007599570-9000129121156285157?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/9000129121156285157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=9000129121156285157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/9000129121156285157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/9000129121156285157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-ironic.html' title='How Ironic.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SfHe9azOV2I/AAAAAAAAAi4/YHn7hPjT86I/s72-c/hamster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-7852357737011979418</id><published>2009-04-24T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T08:52:45.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not a slut.</title><content type='html'>One day, I was preparing myself to attend a friend's birthday party. I was clueless on what to wear..... I wrapped myself with the towel when I came out from the bathroom, try to dig out something to wear from the closet. And my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVELY&lt;/span&gt; sister came to me and said.... 'Oh! Bee!! I bought you a tube... I have one, you'll have one too.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the bolded and capitalized word up there? --&gt; '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVELY&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you how lovely my sis is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, she took out the tube blouse she bought for me. I was like okay, I can wear this to the party right away. It's always feel nice to receive gift from people, and to show my appreciation, I'll always wear it, at least once if it's not what I usually wear. And then when I take a look closely to the blouse, there's a word spelled &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SLUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; there. Kinda huge and obvious. So I was like it's okay, I get to be the 'naughty' one tonight, since I am not going to be exposed in the public what. FYI, the party is in my friend's house, hence the thought. But a bit malula...... later my friend's mother will see like: 'Aiyo... why my daughter friend with a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SLUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?' Die right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wear it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then.... my sis started to show off hers. 'Eh Bee see! (ABC?? HAHA.) Mine wan, same as yours but different colour only,' indeed.... same cutting... same pattern.... just the colour different. OH and then I start to realise...... DAMN. She doesn't has the word &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SLUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on hers! Unfair la like that!!!! Cis, she also pandai la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SfHZszbq-pI/AAAAAAAAAiw/9okcRJOXSm8/s1600-h/slut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SfHZszbq-pI/AAAAAAAAAiw/9okcRJOXSm8/s400/slut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328279197899750034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How nice my sis is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Ah Mah,&lt;br /&gt;RIP. You are my strongest grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-7852357737011979418?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7852357737011979418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=7852357737011979418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/7852357737011979418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/7852357737011979418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-not-slut.html' title='I am not a slut.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SfHZszbq-pI/AAAAAAAAAiw/9okcRJOXSm8/s72-c/slut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-2601872450271668534</id><published>2009-04-15T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T06:08:35.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today me and a bunch of college mates went for a movie. After they left me and Kah Yee, we decided to get an ice cream before we head home. And on our way to the Sunway Piramid Mc.d, i saw a bloody damn skinny guy..... aqua i think... cuz the way he walks and the way he dress..... aqua. Then I wanna ask Kah Yee to see cuz he's really damn skinny..... and i realised.... he wore a black singlet...... and the shorts...... the bloody damn SHORTS!!! Same as mine!!! Lau eh, i quickly hide to a side man! Then Kah Yee kept on laughing. He wore the exact thing as mine la.. black singlets with a black and white shorts. Heck.... the fella.... buy ladies' short and wear. Buy la your own gender's clothes. I know what Joanne and Kah Yee wanna say now..... that i'm a man! Eh please Kah Yee, you witnessed i bought from the ladies' department wan k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-2601872450271668534?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2601872450271668534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=2601872450271668534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/2601872450271668534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/2601872450271668534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-me-and-bunch-of-college-mates.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-8979469803220476918</id><published>2009-04-14T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T06:05:35.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk-in Fridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yIutgtzwhAc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yIutgtzwhAc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stand the fella wearing grey shirt wan. He's bloody funny la his face! HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-8979469803220476918?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/8979469803220476918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=8979469803220476918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/8979469803220476918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/8979469803220476918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/04/walk-in-fridge.html' title='Walk-in Fridge'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-4255508814516250548</id><published>2009-04-10T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:08:06.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roborovski Hamster - Zombie Ham (let's name it that way)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sd9y-BZD-MI/AAAAAAAAAio/KrlumNxAXTY/s1600-h/roborovski_hamsters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sd9y-BZD-MI/AAAAAAAAAio/KrlumNxAXTY/s400/roborovski_hamsters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323099694426224834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cute like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sd9y91vOUkI/AAAAAAAAAig/0PH-zYyeiWU/s1600-h/538113664_cf9886a507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sd9y91vOUkI/AAAAAAAAAig/0PH-zYyeiWU/s400/538113664_cf9886a507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323099691297952322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still bloody damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;Agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, some of you might already read about this in &lt;a href="http://shutuplisten2me.blogspot.com"&gt;Kah Yee&lt;/a&gt;'s blog, but I'm still gonna talk about it.  :Þ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called Roborovski Hamster, a slightly different version of the normal hamster that we normally see. It's like 3 times smaller than the normal hamster, so bloody tiny that makes it so bloody cute!! Put it on your palm and it will just fill up a quarter of the space when it squeeze itself to sleep. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I read about it in wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They are particularly suited to the steppe, as they are highly efficient in their use of water (as evidenced by how they may pass particularly concentrated urine), so little vegetation is required.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's this means? 'Little vegetation' is required????? Meaaaaaansssss........? They don't have to eat that much of veges? And they can go for meat? And convert into the omnivore habitat? But I thought they are vegetarians!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, what makes me so confused? My sis just passed by and saw me reading about this hamster and asked: 'Why the sudden interest in this hamster?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...... If you guys watch these video, you'll know exactly why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-230acb488f1ddded" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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Understand? Totally... right? Hey, one thing I'm not sure if you guys are with me..... The idea of the hamsters being vegetarians actually makes it so much more cuter right?? I mean.... Tiny + Cute + Soft fur + &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VEGETARIAN&lt;/span&gt; = 100% bloody damn cute like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agree not? But the thing is..... it seems like they're not vegetarians now! They eat their own mate! Their dead mate!! Which makes it more bloody sickening! Okay okay, lemme recap what's happening before I decided to tape down this sickening phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with Kah Yee at Sunway and I asked her if she wants to join me to watch the hamsters again because it was just nearby where we were. She said okay, and off we go to see those cuties. And I was looking at these 3 hamsters and I was saying to Kah Yee: ' Eh, why are they like kissing each other wan?' Cuz what I saw was 3 hamsters got their mouth sticked together like.... they were kissing! Kissing aggressively. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(eeergh???)&lt;/span&gt; And then I start to realized one of them was actually not moving, and duh...... that fella is dead. Kesian. What's more kesian is.... we saw the bloody shit two other hamsters were digging out some bloody looking meat/skin/flesh out from the dead hamster's mouth! SICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my bro and he said they were probably digging out the food that the dead hamster kept in its mouth. But... I don't know... it just doesn't seem like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, think twice of keeping hamsters near you. You might never know what these hamsters will do if one day it happens to be it escapes from its cage, and it happens that you are sleeping, and it happens that it was near you, and it happens that you sleep with your mouth open. Go figure. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joey Chan, don't say I didn't warn you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody zombie ham. Eh, I used to have a hamster pet named Ham Ham wan le... but one day the fella escaped from the cage, now maybe die already. I used to miss her so freaking damn much wan k... (like how I miss Puffy now). Now, I'm not sure I should be missing her or not. Dang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-4255508814516250548?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=230acb488f1ddded&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=54a5c3a2d20cffa4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=595b6131bf46e46c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/4255508814516250548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=4255508814516250548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/4255508814516250548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/4255508814516250548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/04/roborovski-hamster-zombie-ham-lets-name.html' title='Roborovski Hamster - Zombie Ham (let&apos;s name it that way)'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sd9y-BZD-MI/AAAAAAAAAio/KrlumNxAXTY/s72-c/roborovski_hamsters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-8447546103519621860</id><published>2009-04-07T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:54:10.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Fairy Tales!!!</title><content type='html'>I bet you guys sure have your own favorite fairy tale when you were young &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(especially gals like jean)&lt;/span&gt;, mine is cinderella, not 'snow black'~ so,what's yours? sleeping beauty? cinderella? snow white? snow black? little mermaid? rapanzel? rapenzel? repanzel? aladin's wife? what's her name? whatever... if there's not 1 of the character that you like on the above, here's a bunch of bloody shit 'thingie' that 1 might be your favorite~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SdwmtCUR1tI/AAAAAAAAAiA/4m0o8Iu5xJs/s1600-h/DSC00788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SdwmtCUR1tI/AAAAAAAAAiA/4m0o8Iu5xJs/s400/DSC00788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322171414802978514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SdwpzVw8SEI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/26usrjEc5nY/s1600-h/DSC00790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SdwpzVw8SEI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/26usrjEc5nY/s400/DSC00790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322174821637572674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SdwpNcLSjaI/AAAAAAAAAiI/BNvflwYD9XU/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 157px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SdwpNcLSjaI/AAAAAAAAAiI/BNvflwYD9XU/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322174170523667874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As you can see, not only there are stickers at the exterior, but also the interior, wonder how it stays under the rain and sun~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SdwqIHR0OiI/AAAAAAAAAiY/dsbTN6NgeNQ/s1600-h/DSC0078711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SdwqIHR0OiI/AAAAAAAAAiY/dsbTN6NgeNQ/s400/DSC0078711.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322175178526177826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the best part that is so attracting, look carefully, on top of the boot there are stickers left that haven't being paste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, we saw this car at the carpark beside the Prima, and snapped it before the owner arrive, but after that we went to other places, and passed by Shell Station, saw this car and we can straight away recognize it, not by its number plate but those shit stickers, and the driver is a Melayu fella, 30+ uncle. I think that must be his lovely daughter's 'masterpiece'~ and its a KL car, wonder how it survive by driving a piece of shit around KL town. If i were the owner of this car, i will ask that person who did it to swallow all those shit stickers and clean the whole car by licking it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;~Mc'Jo~08/04/2009~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-8447546103519621860?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/8447546103519621860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=8447546103519621860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/8447546103519621860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/8447546103519621860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-fairy-tales.html' title='I Love Fairy Tales!!!'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SdwmtCUR1tI/AAAAAAAAAiA/4m0o8Iu5xJs/s72-c/DSC00788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-7933572281304923830</id><published>2009-04-03T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T06:34:21.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was at a restaurant few days ago with my family and I'm trying out my old cam. But I was kinda malu to snap everyone else or myself in front of so many people cuz we're standing, waiting for seats. So, what I did was lower down the cam, I bended and snapped. And then, my eldest bro saw the pic, said that I was trying to act cute, and then he took the cam and tried to impersonate my 'pose'. It's gross. I am not acting cute and his 'remaking' is super gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SdZj4dWaBYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/NmuUXKhbx9M/s1600-h/eawea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SdZj4dWaBYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/NmuUXKhbx9M/s400/eawea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320549831387252098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Like I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-7933572281304923830?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7933572281304923830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=7933572281304923830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/7933572281304923830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/7933572281304923830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-was-at-restaurant-few-days-ago-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SdZj4dWaBYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/NmuUXKhbx9M/s72-c/eawea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-9087422708861670444</id><published>2009-04-01T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:49:04.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One day at college, I was helping Kahyee to write her name to confirm attendance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of Lee Kah Yee, I wrote Lee Kah Lee. Which is the first and third word of her full name is the same but at the same time..... Er, I'm changing my dad's surname to Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-9087422708861670444?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/9087422708861670444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=9087422708861670444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/9087422708861670444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/9087422708861670444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-day-at-college-i-was-helping-kahyee.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-5643953734517308680</id><published>2009-03-30T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:45:31.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new life, thank god it's over.</title><content type='html'>Yea, just had my kinda 'new' life recently because I lost my phone and internet line got cut at the same time. The reason that I can't get my sim card asap is because I'm using my dad's subline, so he have to do it for me and mail to me... bla bla bla. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, life without the phone and internet.... I would say without the the internet was really totally sucked. Especially when I have to summit my assignment online, friggin' troublesome. BUT without phone... surprisingly.... it's not too bad, at least I can still live with it. Maybe a lot of people tried to contact me though.... Hey! I'm telling you guys now, I lost my phone! Start a fund raising now and buy me a new phone!!! Thank you and may God bless you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Sorry for the inconvinience that I might have caused some of you guys.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-5643953734517308680?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5643953734517308680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=5643953734517308680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/5643953734517308680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/5643953734517308680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-new-life-thank-god-its-over.html' title='My new life, thank god it&apos;s over.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-100336265861093331</id><published>2009-03-19T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T03:32:21.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First attempt.</title><content type='html'>Oh god, hope it doesn't scare you guys..... Just wanna try it out. It's called 'He Wasn't' by Avril Lavigne.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I'm not trying to be the next Marie Digby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fe9e2f5399aa617a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfe9e2f5399aa617a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329897079%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4347AC77CAF545B7637F93530B94BC8EF5BC048A.83A6EE9E9D4949AB4CB68F28397471F6E7FF99FE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfe9e2f5399aa617a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D49PcPIOLKebTVsqFIBx6sOSwBJs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfe9e2f5399aa617a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329897079%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4347AC77CAF545B7637F93530B94BC8EF5BC048A.83A6EE9E9D4949AB4CB68F28397471F6E7FF99FE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfe9e2f5399aa617a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D49PcPIOLKebTVsqFIBx6sOSwBJs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-100336265861093331?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fe9e2f5399aa617a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/100336265861093331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=100336265861093331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/100336265861093331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/100336265861093331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-attempt.html' title='First attempt.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-4270556286309283334</id><published>2009-03-17T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:05:59.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TO ONG BAY BEE!!!</title><content type='html'>hey! since you're blogging about this, i also have a question to ask YOU!!! did you ever...ever...ever do nothing..?just took a pic that is so...terkejut~ lets see...hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sb-51hL2dXI/AAAAAAAAAhg/9Xj_Kl1CCsI/s1600-h/comparison+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sb-51hL2dXI/AAAAAAAAAhg/9Xj_Kl1CCsI/s400/comparison+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314170414412756338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The first from left is the one i get from some celebrity show website and the second and third one is obviously you yourself with the 'lala' pose~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Did you actually go for some talent show or reality show or whatever to participate some kinda game that makes you come up with this kinda expression? well, i need your explanation too~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely : &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~Joanne~ Mc' Jo ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-4270556286309283334?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/4270556286309283334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=4270556286309283334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/4270556286309283334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/4270556286309283334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-ong-bay-bee.html' title='TO ONG BAY BEE!!!'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sb-51hL2dXI/AAAAAAAAAhg/9Xj_Kl1CCsI/s72-c/comparison+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-7491443633481371990</id><published>2009-03-16T08:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:39:36.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Neoh Ee Lin,</title><content type='html'>Okay, I give you time to confess everything you'd done (like 3 seconds!) , the secret that you'd kept from me and everyone else perhaps. It's either you did not tell me about the existence of your twin sister or you got your hair extended, curl it and somehow get snapped in a pic and appeared in a site. Faster admit now! See! I've got evidence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sb5unYEK4AI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8rO2EO-NWgc/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sb5unYEK4AI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8rO2EO-NWgc/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313806233097658370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second and third Neoh Ee Lins are the ones that I know.&lt;br /&gt;The first one.... I need explanations from you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Ong Sheng Jean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Sorry for stealing your pics from you site. I need comparison... :Þ HAHAHAHAHHAha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh guys! I had the weirdest class today. I'm not even sure should I blog about it or not... but it's damn interesting. The reason I hesitate of blogging about it is because..... it's about a girl in my class. Later I blog about her, she finds out, then kill me. Hmmmmmm..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-7491443633481371990?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7491443633481371990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=7491443633481371990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/7491443633481371990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/7491443633481371990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-neoh-ee-lin.html' title='To Neoh Ee Lin,'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sb5unYEK4AI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8rO2EO-NWgc/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-6922428199654733200</id><published>2009-03-12T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:40:04.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oppp~1 2 3 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Has been years that I didn’t contribute to this lovely blog alrea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dy, what to do, I’m only a guess blogger la, don’t wanna simply waste your space ma~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ok, here’s the main point, as you guys know and I’ve posted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; in the fir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;st post of mine, the golden retriever in my house named Viva,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Congratulations!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Itu dia~ its four cute little &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; sons of a bitch, why I call them sons of a bitch? Because THEY ARE!!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Duh...&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;u, there’s a story about my dad about Viva, one day, my dad told my mom that he went to som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ewhere (I dunno) by other people’s car...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dad: mm cho la ka cheh (not bad la the car), quite spacious also la…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mom: meh cheh lei keh? (what car is it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dad: ar…ko koh ar (that one ar)…aiya…meh meng zho? (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;what’s the name already?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mom: Waja? Civic? Gen2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dad: mm hai (no)…neh, ko koh ar, after myvi hai meh har? (what’s after myvi?)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mom: meh after myvi? (what after myvi?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dad: aiya…neh…ngo dei jek gau leh (our dog leh)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mom: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-_-|||&lt;/span&gt; (copyright from ky) VIVA…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dad: oh, ah… ya…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Alright, back to the point. They’re born in 23&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; of Feb 2009, who’s the midwives? Tada!!! Of coz is me la! But my bro and maid were also one of them, my parents were in kl for dinner that night~ what happen was, me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; and my bro were having dinner &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Maggie mee)&lt;/span&gt; in the living room, and after my bro finish his dinner, he heard the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; Viva is some sort of ‘crying’ there. So he went out and check it out, mana tau, No. 1 is lying on the floor already, yes, until now we ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ven’t giv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;e them names yet, so we call them &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 2 3 4&lt;/span&gt;, that time, the floor and Viva’s ass part is full of blood, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;after that we bring them to the car porch and I continue my Maggie mee, and I don’t feel a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ny disgusting at all coz I’m damn hungry that time~ FYI, the mom will lick the pupp’s placenta after they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;‘ploop’&lt;/span&gt; out fro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;m the vagina and swallow it and lick all the blood on the babies, besides, the mom also will &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lick&lt;/span&gt; and clean their  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fecal&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;urine&lt;/span&gt;,disgusting rite? now that’s what we call Mother Love, or &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bitch Love&lt;/span&gt;~ ok, pictures time!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sbnwqpm-nII/AAAAAAAAAgo/lbHmWPjLIeA/s1600-h/1234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sbnwqpm-nII/AAAAAAAAAgo/lbHmWPjLIeA/s400/1234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312541850974723202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's 1 2 3 4 when they're 1 week plus~(they love take pic with their eyes closed) no la,actually their eyes and ears haven't fully develop yet, so, for the first 2 weeks they're temporarily blind and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;deaf, which is easy to take care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sbny8ch1lAI/AAAAAAAAAgw/-2jWDcAMUC8/s1600-h/1234+eyes+open.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sbny8ch1lAI/AAAAAAAAAgw/-2jWDcAMUC8/s400/1234+eyes+open.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312544355724399618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, they're 2 weeks plus, see their fucking cute little eyes? and they're more alert and active, they play with themselves by biting each others' ears and tail and stack on ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ch other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sbn59TZOGjI/AAAAAAAAAg4/mLaZMj-e5Ts/s1600-h/progress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sbn59TZOGjI/AAAAAAAAAg4/mLaZMj-e5Ts/s400/progress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312552067033602610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Progression of the pupps from born till now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SboDztOuVAI/AAAAAAAAAhA/2jsBSv4B-Mg/s1600-h/gotcha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SboDztOuVAI/AAAAAAAAAhA/2jsBSv4B-Mg/s400/gotcha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312562897286484994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just love them~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SboHZ1Bf6YI/AAAAAAAAAhI/zmrnbGpoS0Q/s1600-h/1%262+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SboHZ1Bf6YI/AAAAAAAAAhI/zmrnbGpoS0Q/s400/1%262+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312566850748410242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Introduce you, our most recent &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SboH1VfqFcI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/4hXaiw47Vrw/s1600-h/3%264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SboH1VfqFcI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/4hXaiw47Vrw/s400/3%264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312567323321308610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;4&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok, i think that's it...O ou~sorry sorry, left out some important information! Actually &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ong Curry's daughter&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Lee Radio&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Eng Kiat's Son (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or should i say...old man?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; were also there to share the happiness and experience during the progression of Viva giving birth, and also &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Vic the pianist~ &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Jean said Vic looks like 1,2,3,4, Oppp~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One more thing, we're planning to sell 3 of them, keeping one for our own, so, anyone interested can contact the owner of the blog, BABY JEAN!!! nah, you can also choose to contact me straight away if you have my number~ya, i mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Mc' Jo-    13th Mac 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-6922428199654733200?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/6922428199654733200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=6922428199654733200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/6922428199654733200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/6922428199654733200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/03/oppp-really-has-been-long-time-that-i.html' title='Oppp~1 2 3 4'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sbnwqpm-nII/AAAAAAAAAgo/lbHmWPjLIeA/s72-c/1234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-3876028450955759471</id><published>2009-03-11T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T06:36:17.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Jack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SbewRm-1xfI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Y7BUS5CkGP4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SbewRm-1xfI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Y7BUS5CkGP4/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311908102075172338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case...... it's a bad bad saddening Black Jack. Come on, I wanna stay 20!!!!! I thought I could just celebrate it simple this year because there's really nothing to celebrate of being 21. But the presents of some of the most great people in my life, actually lightened up the celebration of my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Itu dia. People who celebrated with me this year.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sbewogix_GI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/opuF8c8ySRg/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sbewogix_GI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/opuF8c8ySRg/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311908495483862114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Old man Eng Hui, Sushi Yoke Chin, Jojo Joanne, Samuel (and Kevin),&lt;br /&gt;Serious Andrew Ykhiny and Lee Radio Kah Yee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them came by surprise! Cool. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first we went Yuen Steamboat. A very good place for reunion/gathering dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh!! Tell you guys what... this year is the year I get the most 'Happy Birthday' song ever in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get my cake in the restaurant, they sang 2 times already. When my cake arrived at the table, one more time. As we continued to eat, some guy from the next table is having his birthday cake ceremony too, so they sang and we.... sang too. And then they can't finish their cake, they cut it half, and came over to our table, and sang to me again. And then they realise the other table with indian guys and gals were celebrating birthday too, so they and US go over to the table and sang again. Fuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SbewR__RMQI/AAAAAAAAAfY/kLUyUBCRLiw/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SbewR__RMQI/AAAAAAAAAfY/kLUyUBCRLiw/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311908108787855618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, Joanne bakes the world's most yummiest cheese cake!!!&lt;br /&gt;Homemade cheesecake for me birthday! Yoohu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SbewR4H0voI/AAAAAAAAAfg/nhG0oujiZ4Q/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SbewR4H0voI/AAAAAAAAAfg/nhG0oujiZ4Q/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311908106676256386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing it with Ykhiny cuz it's his birthday on..... OMG, I just realise it's tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei, haven't finish okay.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, yamcha session (must have when we got friends around, compulsory activity!). Went Circle at Sunway Piramid (used to be Halo Cafe). Some people were having stage singing performance, and they requested a birthday song again for me. So, there I go again...... anotehr birthday song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SbewRxbepjI/AAAAAAAAAfo/g8576HOXRM8/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SbewRxbepjI/AAAAAAAAAfo/g8576HOXRM8/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311908104879646258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pic, indeed I looked extrememly stupid. But I love the natural shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ui, also haven't finish. The next day I went back home and my siblings sang to me again. Okay this time, it's the end of birthday song series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SbewoW-DyCI/AAAAAAAAAgA/xPCBOLdi1dc/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SbewoW-DyCI/AAAAAAAAAgA/xPCBOLdi1dc/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311908492913920034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SbewoZ5MeEI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Th2v4P8VScA/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SbewoZ5MeEI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Th2v4P8VScA/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311908493698824258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SbewoNzVlUI/AAAAAAAAAfw/T25F6i7ElC8/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SbewoNzVlUI/AAAAAAAAAfw/T25F6i7ElC8/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311908490453030210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love 'em.&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that I didn't take pics with the guys!!! OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SbewoSRooyI/AAAAAAAAAgI/1YPj3aozcoE/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SbewoSRooyI/AAAAAAAAAgI/1YPj3aozcoE/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311908491653849890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SbewRmGGFYI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/FgD8dsphx7c/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SbewRmGGFYI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/FgD8dsphx7c/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311908101837165954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this pic. I also don't know how I get this pose.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz what I really wanna do is to show off the watch and the necklace.&lt;br /&gt;Actually those were the things that I previously went shopping with Kahyee and I told her I love these stuff but too broke to get it.&lt;br /&gt;Me birthday... terus dapat! HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A million thanks to those who wished me. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Got long-distance call too :p)&lt;/span&gt; My dad called and wished me! Wuuuu~ that's rare for me. Hehe. Me mom ask me to treat her makan. Aduh. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K la, bye. I hate being 21. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-3876028450955759471?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/3876028450955759471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=3876028450955759471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/3876028450955759471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/3876028450955759471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/03/black-jack.html' title='Black Jack!'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SbewRm-1xfI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Y7BUS5CkGP4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-6946231525511762106</id><published>2009-03-05T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T06:24:15.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the only malay girl who reads my blog,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sa_eq2YfazI/AAAAAAAAAfA/CL1OpYqRPz4/s1600-h/n568785214_2472445_8990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sa_eq2YfazI/AAAAAAAAAfA/CL1OpYqRPz4/s400/n568785214_2472445_8990.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309707313427213106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;PP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Y B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;IR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;TH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;DA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Y F&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;AR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;EE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;ZA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first birthday celebration at TGI Friday last year.&lt;br /&gt;So fun! Gosh I miss it so muuuuuch.... HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Ui Malay! You take good care of yourself over there alright?&lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss ya lots!  ;)&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/148410502007599570-6946231525511762106?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/6946231525511762106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=6946231525511762106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/6946231525511762106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/6946231525511762106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-only-malay-girl-who-reads-my-blog.html' title='To the only malay girl who reads my blog,'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/Sa_eq2YfazI/AAAAAAAAAfA/CL1OpYqRPz4/s72-c/n568785214_2472445_8990.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-909112536772170434</id><published>2009-03-02T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T06:31:56.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P/S: Jean, Prepare for your whip cream spree!!</title><content type='html'>That what I saw on one fine day at Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Itu dia!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SawFw7gsGkI/AAAAAAAAAes/sTJalTOdDfM/s1600-h/DSC08331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SawFw7gsGkI/AAAAAAAAAes/sTJalTOdDfM/s400/DSC08331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308624398929631810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kena man. Whip cream+ mocha sos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SawFwq8yEoI/AAAAAAAAAek/p9sWw9XR10Q/s1600-h/DSC08330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SawFwq8yEoI/AAAAAAAAAek/p9sWw9XR10Q/s400/DSC08330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308624394484060802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The final artwork.&lt;br /&gt;I did not pee in my shorts k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SawFwer26YI/AAAAAAAAAec/P1tn5N0FJwA/s1600-h/DSC08328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SawFwer26YI/AAAAAAAAAec/P1tn5N0FJwA/s400/DSC08328.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308624391191849346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bheng try to molest my ass!!&lt;br /&gt;Aaaargh, gonna miss these guys so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SawFv1Ym3-I/AAAAAAAAAeU/kBTllGIBHhQ/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SawFv1Ym3-I/AAAAAAAAAeU/kBTllGIBHhQ/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308624380105252834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See these two princess. Damn clean right?&lt;br /&gt;Just stood aside and watched the whole whip cream war scene. Ish~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That night when I got back home, I washed my hair &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thrice&lt;/span&gt;, wash my body with maximum amount of body shampoo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;twice&lt;/span&gt;, and wash my face &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;twice&lt;/span&gt; as well. So freakin cool like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks to Kahyee for the shots. Oppp, and thanks to her, I'm blogging again. She blogged about this long time ago. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-909112536772170434?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/909112536772170434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=909112536772170434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/909112536772170434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/909112536772170434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/03/ps-jean-prepare-for-your-whip-cream.html' title='P/S: Jean, Prepare for your whip cream spree!!'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SawFw7gsGkI/AAAAAAAAAes/sTJalTOdDfM/s72-c/DSC08331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-464026818931553539</id><published>2009-02-11T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:39:59.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Se Taa Bak.</title><content type='html'>Hey ssup people in da house?!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea I know. It's like a million years since my last update. Busy ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went google-ing for Starbucks Taiping Sentral's address for some formal stuff I need to do. Well, I failed to find the add but something else attracted me to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of boys were arguing about whether Starbucks is right to be situated in Taiping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy A (the blogger):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;As you all know Starbucks is indeed a popular coffee shop throughout Malaysia. But not at Taiping. The price of one cup of coffee is almost equivalent to my one day of food expenses. Of course the reason why the price is super expensive is bcause the coffee beans used is imported. Hey, here is Taiping la! People with low or average income will just come during the festival seasons. And in ordinary days, people will just come once a blue moon. As a result, Starbucks will have any income. This will eventually lead to bankruptcy. Another reason might due to high rent. So, to sum it all Starbucks can only survive in a short terms but not in long terms.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy B:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You don't like Starbucks ma dun drink la. Taiping ppl dun like to spend so much I know, u don't like ma go Prima drink lah! You think Taiping Sentral so "mall-like" and high class punya place want do another Prima ah? Where flies fly here and there and drinks cost about RM1 and food about RM2, waiters all dirty and sweaty looking with black-black towels hanging on their shoulders wiping every single table no matter clean or dirty. Then the whole TS would look so clean and nice and suddenly at the corner there 1 practical kopi shop. Look so alien.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy C:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Taiping people getting advance day by day. The income of worker at here increase from year to yea. Yes, i agree with you with expensive coffee bean which is specially imported bean. The bean used for the coffee is not any ordinary bean. It is best among the best and all the Starbuck cafe around the world is using the same coffee bean. This is why it is expensive. By the way, I believe that you assume that Starbuck failed to attract youngster or any customer to stop by to have a drink. But i will prove that you are totally wrong. If you observe properly, what kind of people you will meet at there? Couple? Family? or a group of teenagers? No! most of them are business people. Business minded people with laptop, PDAs or any device that WE haven't seen before. They are doing their business at there, this is called home-based-business. Many people become successful thanks to them. If you compare the WiFi strength with other Cafe's WiFi strength, Starbuck is the best among all.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I never seen starbucks in taiping been empty before, especially during weekends..its kinda pack compare to HERITAGE WHICH IS CHEAP but full with flies. ''Hey, here is Taiping la'' O so what..? i see more ppl at starbucks compare to that heritage. low &amp;amp; mid income...ok but why dont u mention bout high-income citizen? are you trying to say that all the tpg citizen are poor? i doubt so..if people dont like it fine dont need to go..but there are some who like it..there are lots of citizen living here in tpg, although its a small town..1/100 of them is enough to prevent starbuck from the so call bankrupt..hmm..really making me lol-ed hard.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy E:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and about Starbuck?&lt;br /&gt;haha... why don't you ask them.&lt;br /&gt;not only businessman, other people like teenagers would go there to 'yam cha' with their friends! Maybe those "amore lang" would go there since they only know STARBUCK!&lt;br /&gt;taking a sip on expensive drink? Who ask you to rush? People go there to enjoy and they can sit there for 1 whole day!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy F:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1.Lets talk bout Starbucks (SB). Since SB is so expensive, that’s why you only see businessman lepaking and doing business at there. And how many businessman you expect to come per day?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they started to shift the attention to the cinema la... the bookstores like MPH and Kinokuniya la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me, what's my point of view on this.... I'll say: Who gives a damn? It's not my family business what. As long as they pay my salary... what tha heck la?! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SZMl7f_e-2I/AAAAAAAAAeM/vHon92dbyp8/s1600-h/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SZMl7f_e-2I/AAAAAAAAAeM/vHon92dbyp8/s400/blog1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301622890475486050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wu hello!~ I'm famous now!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Come, I give you my autograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SZMl7YVztPI/AAAAAAAAAeE/1Ekz5OjAAf4/s1600-h/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SZMl7YVztPI/AAAAAAAAAeE/1Ekz5OjAAf4/s400/blog2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301622888421635314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Meei Shy. But she's not all the time shy though.&lt;br /&gt;She's one nice fella, always get me a drink when I sat at the cafe doing some 'studies'. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, I'm resigning! Degree classes start soon! I'm gonna miss my work days very much...... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out first. Gonna update more ASAP ya?  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-464026818931553539?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/464026818931553539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=464026818931553539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/464026818931553539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/464026818931553539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/02/se-taa-bak.html' title='Se Taa Bak.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SZMl7f_e-2I/AAAAAAAAAeM/vHon92dbyp8/s72-c/blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-5739228145262323275</id><published>2009-01-19T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T05:35:52.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumdog Millionaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SXR83dpYSMI/AAAAAAAAAc4/gV_5XHFfeU0/s1600-h/slumdog_millionaire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SXR83dpYSMI/AAAAAAAAAc4/gV_5XHFfeU0/s400/slumdog_millionaire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292992754360010946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some of you might heard of this movie- Slumdog Millionaire, cuz recently this movie just won the Golden Globe Award. That's how I get to know about the movie too, and it attracted me to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The story of the life of an impoverished Indian teen Jamal Malik, who becomes a contestant on the Hindi version of "Who Wants to be A Millionaire?", wins, and is then suspected of cheating.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically the progression of the movie tells you....... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;woooops! SPOILERS!&lt;/span&gt; ...... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;how Jamal knew all the answers. And all of  the questions are related to the hard life that he has gone through since he was really young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, must watch okay you guys.... it's really damn nice. I rate it 10/10. SERIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay another reason why it's worth to watch cuz it contained humor, romance, drama, sad, anger, sympathy, nice soundtracks...... Trust me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Steal the DVD now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SXR83of5aBI/AAAAAAAAAdA/qsKVddTydjI/s1600-h/slumdogmillionaire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SXR83of5aBI/AAAAAAAAAdA/qsKVddTydjI/s400/slumdogmillionaire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292992757273028626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You must watch this lil fella in the movie too.&lt;br /&gt;He's damn cute!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Watch him dive into the poo, but still can stay so cute!!&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/148410502007599570-5739228145262323275?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5739228145262323275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=5739228145262323275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/5739228145262323275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/5739228145262323275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/01/slumdog-millionaire.html' title='Slumdog Millionaire'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SXR83dpYSMI/AAAAAAAAAc4/gV_5XHFfeU0/s72-c/slumdog_millionaire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-1358979746006042232</id><published>2009-01-07T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:45:37.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wa ialah CHINESE doll.</title><content type='html'>Eh. Sorry ah.... wasn't able to update my blog due to OVER EXTREME EXHAUSTED mentally and physically. But now here's a quick update..... No la, tell you guys one very stupid thing that happened to me when I worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chaining the tables and chairs outside the cafe one night, and there's this chinese uncle... mind you.... he's a CHINESE guy, who came and talk to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;' Ah Moi, boleh jangan kunci ah, kita orang mau duduk laaa....'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Oh, lu lang ai jeh ah? Biao kin, wa so liao, lu lang ko eh jeh eh.....'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh you guys still wanna sit? It's okay, you guys still can sit after I chained it.-&gt; in Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Oooooooooo... lu si teng lang lai ho?? Wa sieo lu si hua na lai eh.....' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oooooooooo... you're chinese is it?? I thought you're Malay......'&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh hello uncle....... I wanna ask.... WHICH PART OF MY FACE DOESN'T LOOK LIKE CHINESE??? Duh....?? When I was a kiddo, people used to call me China Doll wan k.... cuz my eyes damn sepet and I was fatty fat, exactly like a China Doll. Hehe. No la, I don't really that mind about that only la, just thought it would be a funny to tell you guys. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K la... see you when I see you guys man. I'm going to nap first. Just woke up 2 hours ago, but cannot la. Damn tired. Doing a lot of things k! Which I'm so lazy to blog about. See ya!!  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-1358979746006042232?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1358979746006042232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=1358979746006042232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/1358979746006042232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/1358979746006042232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2009/01/tired-super-tired.html' title='Wa ialah CHINESE doll.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-587951586124507907</id><published>2008-12-21T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T10:57:59.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My back bone feels like Maggi Mee.</title><content type='html'>And my neck is aching. Dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know why.....?? It's my second day to work for night shift in Starbucks Taiping. I can hear you Vaanan!!!! 'Welcome to da club Billie Jean!!!' Very tiring la wei......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, tell you guys one stupid thing......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, I watched the movie 'Ip Man' in the cinema. Well, in Mandarin the movie is called 'Ye Wen', which is the kung fu guy's name. (Donnie Yen... so cool so yeng!!!!) Well, I'm aware of that of cause. But when I bought the ticket, I was actually buying from a malay guy. So I told him: 'I.P. Man two please.' Which I pronounce the 'Man' as in like... '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lelaki&lt;/span&gt;' punya 'Man', you know? Then I thought the I.P. maybe stand for something else like maybe Important People or Idiot People or Incredible People... Hence the movie is called 'I.P. Man'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang! Booooooooooooooooooooy~~~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I watched the movie I realised it's actually simply pronounce as Ip Man which is the kung fu guy's name in Cantonese! Eh? Isn't it suppose to be like 'Yip Mun'???? The 'Man' confuse people okay???!! AAAAaaaargh. Whatever. But nice la the movie, never seen such type of chinese kung fu movie in awhile. It's like the old school chinese kung fu movie is back. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, tell you guys one thing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, 8 something in the morning or 9, can't recall....... I was in my sweet dream and Kahyee called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Eh, you sleeping ah? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Duh?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I wanna tell you result out already.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lau eh..... that's the moment when I had the feeling of so alive throughout the whole year or something. I wanna go back to sleep but.... man..... how could I? I was awake until 5 something in the morning that day before I had that call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, even after I checked my results..... It was fine (my dad seem pretty happy with my results!) and I got nothing to worry already and I was planning back to sleep! But.... come on man.... I was so wide awake that I wanna force myself back to sleep also cannot. And there goes the earliest day that I woke up throughout this whole holiday. Siao~ Can go pasar buy vegetables already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, nothing to crap anymore. ADIOS-a~~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-587951586124507907?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/587951586124507907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=587951586124507907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/587951586124507907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/587951586124507907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-back-bone-feels-like-maggi-mee.html' title='My back bone feels like Maggi Mee.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-1118842847570102304</id><published>2008-12-14T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T02:24:42.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melacca Wedding Trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="State"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yup! I'd attended my cousin's wedding at Melacca and it was soooo awesomeness!! Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to be honest.... I never speak to this cousin brother before. I don't know why.... He's my dad's sister's eldest son. BUT! Thanks to this wedding.... We had break the ice and I talked at least TWO phrases with him! 'Congratulations!' and 'Congratulations, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;biao ge&lt;/span&gt;!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Okays&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;! Let the pictures do the talk... Shall we? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Morning/Afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SUVIOeb1W9I/AAAAAAAAAcw/NXr89OptyC4/s1600-h/BChin+Wedding+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SUVIOeb1W9I/AAAAAAAAAcw/NXr89OptyC4/s400/BChin+Wedding+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279705551686949842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the purpose of showing this pic....&lt;br /&gt;Is to show you that you can actually see my fake eye lashes here clearly.&lt;br /&gt;So, in the following pictures, you shall see my eyes were slightly bigger.&lt;br /&gt;Not because I photoshop it... I pantang photoshop the face features wan k?  ;)&lt;br /&gt;It's the lashes that do the magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SUVGinA_xrI/AAAAAAAAAcY/6iP4otTJJH8/s1600-h/BChin+Wedding+022+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SUVGinA_xrI/AAAAAAAAAcY/6iP4otTJJH8/s400/BChin+Wedding+022+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279703698564433586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uukie. The bride and bridegroom.&lt;br /&gt;Love this pic. Looks so natural...&lt;br /&gt;So, decided to enhance the beauty by blurring the background,&lt;br /&gt;desaturated the background, add a layer of yellowish.&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the happiness of both the newlyweds? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SUVGjAZfptI/AAAAAAAAAcg/nKxffuvyWos/s1600-h/BChin+Wedding+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SUVGjAZfptI/AAAAAAAAAcg/nKxffuvyWos/s400/BChin+Wedding+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279703705378072274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cam that do da thang!&lt;br /&gt;Ciplak but... it's just nice for me.&lt;br /&gt;Better than mine, that old bulky cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SUVGiH6SMzI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/KOmErxaHsm4/s1600-h/BChin+Wedding+010+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SUVGiH6SMzI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/KOmErxaHsm4/s400/BChin+Wedding+010+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279703690214781746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that they put on the car as the wed deco.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, save it and set as your desktop wallpaper now!&lt;br /&gt;Nah, kidding k.... :Þ&lt;br /&gt;But if you really demand for it, I can edit it into the desktop size wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me k? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SUVBob8d8OI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Pzoo7gsX16g/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SUVBob8d8OI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Pzoo7gsX16g/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279698301113725154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girls... girls... girls....&lt;br /&gt;Snap.... snap... snap.....&lt;br /&gt;Come on la, we girls just wanna have fun.  :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we stayed in a hotel apartment btw. Damn cun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SUVBmacZdLI/AAAAAAAAAbg/iX0gTc9kVeI/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SUVBmacZdLI/AAAAAAAAAbg/iX0gTc9kVeI/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279698266351039666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom joined us too!&lt;br /&gt;But she looked funny in this pic.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy snapped this for us! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SUVBm0imMjI/AAAAAAAAAbo/QjT8p_dyeps/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SUVBm0imMjI/AAAAAAAAAbo/QjT8p_dyeps/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279698273356362290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Only girls snap, tak syok.&lt;br /&gt;My bro was trying to have a nap. But don't care, drag him in!&lt;br /&gt;I miss my second bro anyways. We all did!&lt;br /&gt;He was in outstation, can't join us! Eergh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SUVGh5J9ImI/AAAAAAAAAcI/1YmxDxk_xGU/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SUVGh5J9ImI/AAAAAAAAAcI/1YmxDxk_xGU/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279703686253978210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See my dad. Aduh, he lost weight because of denggi last two weeks!&lt;br /&gt;Sakit hati la see like that.&lt;br /&gt;(That's why I rushed back to Taiping once I finish my finals and I wasn't in the net for a few weeks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SUVBoFoBtHI/AAAAAAAAAb4/VfwKn113Wtk/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SUVBoFoBtHI/AAAAAAAAAb4/VfwKn113Wtk/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279698295122408562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this kiddo. So damn cute right!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SUVGjefufZI/AAAAAAAAAco/i-Hyitumzug/s1600-h/BChin+Wedding+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SUVGjefufZI/AAAAAAAAAco/i-Hyitumzug/s400/BChin+Wedding+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279703713457274258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pic, to me, was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;The tone, lighting... my eyes!...&lt;br /&gt;....looks fabulous!! Oh and of cause my lovely sis too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SUVBnTnwpNI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Dsope6PQy6k/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SUVBnTnwpNI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Dsope6PQy6k/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279698281699517650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm taller! Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, she's elder/older than me if you didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;Like my dress? :)&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/148410502007599570-1118842847570102304?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1118842847570102304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=1118842847570102304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/1118842847570102304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/1118842847570102304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2008/12/melacca-wedding-trip.html' title='Melacca Wedding Trip!'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SUVIOeb1W9I/AAAAAAAAAcw/NXr89OptyC4/s72-c/BChin+Wedding+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-1526406641055390420</id><published>2008-12-11T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:51:51.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh hello Titanic 2.</title><content type='html'>Actually I wanted just to say: oh hello. But then I realized I've been off this blog for too long, too many things to talk about, and I don't know where to start. And then I suddenly thought of the trailer that I'd watched few days ago in youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, Titanic 2. FYI..... I was a Titanic maniac when I was a little girl. I was so crazy about it that poster and pictures were nothing to me. I've collected Titanic socks.... Titanic eraser... Titanic tidbits... tons of stickers... postcards... hmmmm... what else... that's all I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I saw somewhere there's a Titanic 2, wah..... straight away youtube for the trailer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vD4OnHCRd_4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vD4OnHCRd_4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was almost convinced. ALMOST. Damn. You too? HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-1526406641055390420?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1526406641055390420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=1526406641055390420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/1526406641055390420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/1526406641055390420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-hello-titanic-2.html' title='Oh hello Titanic 2.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-4152916442975467997</id><published>2008-11-21T10:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:45:27.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Mario~ Go go go~!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, let me firstly introduce to you guys..... Uncle Suresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SSb-UPzex0I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/f73a1RKb0ck/s1600-h/n599765860_2037529_7476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SSb-UPzex0I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/f73a1RKb0ck/s400/n599765860_2037529_7476.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271180037677041474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*photos were grabbed from Citra@Facebook*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you are familiar with him cuz he's the mamak guy in our college. This Uncle Suresh right... he gila wan. Serious. He likes to take his pen and draw on my arms! I always call him 'uncle' instead of 'an neh', cuz Uncle Suresh sounds nicer than An-neh Suresh right?  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, the reason that I blog about him this time is..... because I find him looked familiar when i browsed through the picture of him in Citra's Facebook. He looked like this lil' fella here......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SSb-UexG9zI/AAAAAAAAAbY/7FnwWqAV8kA/s1600-h/_42222218_gall_mario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SSb-UexG9zI/AAAAAAAAAbY/7FnwWqAV8kA/s400/_42222218_gall_mario.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271180041693624114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Super Mario!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our childhood heroes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Look alike or not? You compare and see.. then you shall agree with me. Hoho. Actually I realised about this long time ago, but now I'm just more certained with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... at least 80% alike la. The lost of 20% is because he's the darker version. Oh, he's orginated from India actually. So when he talked, he likes to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;geleng-geleng&lt;/span&gt; his head, like doing indian dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SSb-T4OOU8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/BS-Mp98XBdU/s1600-h/n599765860_2037528_6738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SSb-T4OOU8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/BS-Mp98XBdU/s400/n599765860_2037528_6738.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271180031346758594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nah, one more pic for you guys to compare.&lt;br /&gt;Agree with me right...?? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: Sorry to Citra, Shindy and Jesika for using the pic without permission. But you guys looked good with Uncle Suresh!  :Þ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-4152916442975467997?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/4152916442975467997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=4152916442975467997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/4152916442975467997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/4152916442975467997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2008/11/super-mario-go-go-go.html' title='Super Mario~ Go go go~!!'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SSb-UPzex0I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/f73a1RKb0ck/s72-c/n599765860_2037529_7476.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-2213378401940086177</id><published>2008-11-20T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T10:35:42.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SSWtLdbtkeI/AAAAAAAAAbA/S8S0Y_aCxJY/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SSWtLdbtkeI/AAAAAAAAAbA/S8S0Y_aCxJY/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270809351298060770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spotted me? See, no need click play already can see me la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually snapping photos.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-2213378401940086177?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2213378401940086177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=2213378401940086177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/2213378401940086177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/2213378401940086177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2008/11/me.html' title='Me!'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SSWtLdbtkeI/AAAAAAAAAbA/S8S0Y_aCxJY/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-3096182585670777063</id><published>2008-11-17T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:41:11.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost ride.</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, two papers to go, and yet I'm still blogging. But cannot, I must spill out what had happened today! One of the worst day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, firstly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've to send &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Greeny Hulky&lt;/span&gt; to the Perodua workshop, he was admitted to the ward, have to stay overnight. So, I've to go back myself. And I heard there's public bus to get back to my place at BU. I even checked it online last night, the bus I'm suppose to get in is U89. Until the day I die... no, until after I die, I also won't forget this number- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U89&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was 1pm when I walked to the nearest bus stop, which is the Taman Bahagia bus station. I waited very long, I think is half an hour, finally there's bus coming. It's a different number bus, but everyone seem to went up that bus, and it did stated that the bus will stop at my place's area. Nearby la. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, when's around uptown, the bus make a u-turn and go back the same place, Taman Bahagia. Then I was like, ou okay.. so I've to get out at Uptown la then take a taxi or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana tau, the bus went back to Taman Bahagia and stopped there! Everybody get down, so I have to get down too. I thought can sit for another round and get down the place I wanted to. I pay one buck for a ride back to the place I departed. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I get down and waited for U89 since I'm waiting anyways. Then I realised there is no U89 stop here. So I was thinking if I can take the bus that can straight away stop nearby my house, isn't that better? So okay, I took the train, went Kelana Jaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get down Kelana Jaya, waited for the bloody bus for 45 minutes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U89&lt;/span&gt;- my saviour ride has finally arrived. I thought I'm safe and I can reach my house safe and sound. Boooooooy I was so damn wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I checked the list and the bus was suppose to stop in front of my house's bus stop. So I've waited..... The bus went One Utama, stop there... I was like okay next stop must be mine. Okay.... jalan jalan............ reach The Curve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaargh!!! I'm going crazy la!!!! I missed the stop again!! I should have get down One Utama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking die la. Nevermind... sure later will passby the same place again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Dataran Sunway.... so waaaaaay ahead from my place. Nevermind, patient Jean, patient. And there's one time this bus driver tried to make a u-turn, but he ended up blocking the whole road, the bus was stucked, can't reverse, the cars, lorried very honking like crazy.... Wah, very sui man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, after a few minutes the bus was finally on the right track and continue its next stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop next stop next stop...... never was around the closest area to my place, and if it's the closest that I can get, I missed the stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last stop, finally I get down... where you know? Kelana Jaya. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tak boleh tahan daaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!!! I straight away take taxi already! Kena conned but I don't care d! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM12&lt;/span&gt; man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what time I get home? 4.15pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1pm to 4.15pm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Just a short distance from Taman Bahagia  to Bandar Utama took so long!!! Longer than going back Taiping aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking public bus is nothing like taking the LRT. When I reach home, I screamed like hell, damn stress. Wanna cry d wan you know.... these words I'm typing here... representing my tears! Stress!!! Damn stresssssss!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, spilled it out already. Feeling much more better. Thank you. Bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only take bus if you're so freaking damn confident know where you're heading.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-3096182585670777063?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/3096182585670777063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=3096182585670777063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/3096182585670777063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/3096182585670777063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2008/11/ghost-ride.html' title='Ghost ride.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-2009938154395132463</id><published>2008-11-14T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:38:32.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin' out at Planet Hollywood.</title><content type='html'>Ya! I was at Planet Hollywood.... worked as the crew for the finale of GBOB (Global Battle of the Bands) Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO COOL right? Thanks to my ex-boss they all... they invited me to help. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job, thanks to Miss Lim (&lt;-- ex-boss), I'm the photographer. Come on man, I'm using a Nikon SLR cam, I'm the professional photographer for GBOB man! Am I cool or what?! Wahahahahha.... My right hand almost break when the event ended, the cam is heavy and I'm holding it from 9pm to 3am. BUT, I super enjoyed it! Rock n' roll... my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thang&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SR2sC2g1r8I/AAAAAAAAAa4/jj8jX6S3qd8/s1600-h/DSC00805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SR2sC2g1r8I/AAAAAAAAAa4/jj8jX6S3qd8/s400/DSC00805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268556304086314946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Giant Jack Daniels outside Planet Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They're the main sponsor for the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I tell you..... OMG, I wish I can have the photos that I've snapped but it's impossible cuz it's not my cam and I've snapped 1000++ photos, how to ask my EX-BOSS send me ah? 100 also hard d la. That night, I've seen different types of people. Oh gosh, there's this band, they dressed like Japanese Pop Rock band, with long coloured, rebonding hair and striking, leopard print dressing, eye-liner..... not really la la.. but it's la la... but they rock! Some guy wearing skirt.... wearing make-up.... Eh, no leng chai's seriously i tell you. Why nobody look like David Cook there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was so busy snapping until I've no time to snap something into my phone! But last minute before we left the place when it ended, I snapped a few. The performances were awesome! 15 bands and I love the first and the last one. Others... okay okay la. But my most favourite ones goes to... the last one Labrat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SR2sCuchECI/AAAAAAAAAaw/flMimVCikN4/s1600-h/DSC00803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SR2sCuchECI/AAAAAAAAAaw/flMimVCikN4/s400/DSC00803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268556301920702498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Vaanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yup, Vaanan was there too! We had our internship at the same company, remember?  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so nice la. Cuz I drove alone to KL and lost, he's the one that guide me to the destination and guide me back to PJ. Thanks ya Baby V! Oh, tell you guys one thing, the JD chicks flirted with him during the event.  :Þ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait wait! There's one thing... WHY THE HELL IS THE STARHILL GALLERY DON'T HAVE PROPER LEVELS' NAME? I mean like... normal levels name la. Ground floor la... L1 la... B4 la... Whatever with alphabets and numbers! I parked my car there, trying to get out of the building, the lift just stated I was at Indulged. Other levels names including: muse, olive don't know what what... eeer.... forgotten the other names. Weird names la. I don't know what floor I'm at. I wanna go to the ground floor and just get out also so hard. So stupid..... Oh that goes to both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SR2sCb-dciI/AAAAAAAAAao/EAY5oRnFgoU/s1600-h/DSC00801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SR2sCb-dciI/AAAAAAAAAao/EAY5oRnFgoU/s400/DSC00801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268556296962798114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, stupid expression.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anymore photos, so... what the heck! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my favourite band- Labrat, is the only band I took out my phone and recorded their live songs! And guess what.... they won! Oh btw, the vocalist is from Love Me Butch, the local band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recording's quality wasn't good, so I was trying to look in youtube. So ya, I found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Okay, let's start the game here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's two videos of their performance, two songs. When I watch the videos, I was surprised that I was actually caught in video too! But I guess you guys have not much interest and patient watching two videos right? So, I'll just upload one here. My hands appeared most of the time, but half of my body (from top to the waist) appeared for like 4 seconds. Hehe.  Now..... guess where am I? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ZsxK-_TURc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ZsxK-_TURc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the song. It's called Panic Attack. Happy spotting too!  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-2009938154395132463?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2009938154395132463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=2009938154395132463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/2009938154395132463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/2009938154395132463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2008/11/rockin-out-at-planet-hollywood.html' title='Rockin&apos; out at Planet Hollywood.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SR2sC2g1r8I/AAAAAAAAAa4/jj8jX6S3qd8/s72-c/DSC00805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-4884550205442799283</id><published>2008-11-09T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T04:35:08.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Project.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SRbKYXA2G7I/AAAAAAAAAag/DhZScpVDD_k/s1600-h/the+project.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SRbKYXA2G7I/AAAAAAAAAag/DhZScpVDD_k/s400/the+project.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266619334099606450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- season one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story about 8 individuals working in a company, completing a project in 3 months. The company was established on 8th of August 2008 (ya, Beijing Olympic's opening day), hence the name '8 Communications' has been given. Oh wait, another '8'... double 8 actually. The presentation slides were 88 slides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The project that these 8 people were involved is to create a promotional plan for Maggi Hot Cup. Including the media plan, creative strategy, customer and consumer analysis, objectives, goals... those weird, complicated, dizzy, complex marketing and advertising things... So, the last 2 weeks were super busy for them. Gotta work their ass off to please the strict and fussy client/lecturer Miss Rosaline. (there's one scene, where she yelled at a bunch of students because they were too noisy during the last episode- 'Presentation Day'. Scary!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romance- hmmm... sorry, not much, cause there was only one guy in this company and no lesbians around. Politics... definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The cast:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main characters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ong Sheng Jean (me!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Citra Komo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chan Yoke Chin (Sushi)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christy Lim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joey Chan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tamilvaanan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Audrey Kee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lidya Fibriyanti&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;and....&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miss Rosaline Fernandez (the client/lecturer)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SRbJ307ZwlI/AAAAAAAAAaI/ndkLRneSyvs/s1600-h/n599765860_1956096_3265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SRbJ307ZwlI/AAAAAAAAAaI/ndkLRneSyvs/s320/n599765860_1956096_3265.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266618775194157650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Keh leh feh&lt;/span&gt; do appear a bit for some scenes: Tun, Syafiq, Thomas, Kahyee, Kah Yan, Cheryl Steph, Stephy Onn and Shindy. (Did I missed anyone out? If yes... I'm so SORRY! :Þ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SRbJ4r1Q0NI/AAAAAAAAAaY/FjHceJBm_HQ/s1600-h/n599765860_1956097_3575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SRbJ4r1Q0NI/AAAAAAAAAaY/FjHceJBm_HQ/s320/n599765860_1956097_3575.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266618789932355794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The scene where the 8 comm-ist were brain storming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SRbJ4TlYQiI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/LioXEG13VSY/s1600-h/n599765860_1956099_4264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SRbJ4TlYQiI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/LioXEG13VSY/s320/n599765860_1956099_4264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266618783423283746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The scene where some of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keh leh feh's&lt;/span&gt; appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(see my leg like got muscle le. huhu.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SRbJ31WVAcI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LBX5kFUtVIQ/s1600-h/n599765860_1956090_1329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SRbJ31WVAcI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LBX5kFUtVIQ/s320/n599765860_1956090_1329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266618775307092418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me- as the Boss.&lt;br /&gt;Hate me? Sorry, you still gotta love me. WOooaHAHAHAHA.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, season one is done and out. In fact, it's the first and the last season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good and bad happenings through out this whole 'drama series'. But overall, the whole experience were GREAT! Glad the struggling, busy days were over and the best quote I've heard through out the whole project:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Overall, this is a good piece of work."&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Rosaline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-4884550205442799283?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/4884550205442799283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=4884550205442799283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/4884550205442799283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/4884550205442799283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2008/11/project.html' title='The Project.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SRbKYXA2G7I/AAAAAAAAAag/DhZScpVDD_k/s72-c/the+project.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-7534442944783985069</id><published>2008-11-01T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T10:05:23.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kumar punya pasal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hahaha Jean.. I'm sorry.. Mr Kumar wasn't the only one who used to laugh at you whenever you talked! The WHOLE CLASS DID! Hahaha I can't remember why though! All I know is everytime you opened your mouth in class to say something, we all laughed!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Indiani Jo a.k.a. Petrina Jo @ facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Can anyone tell me why the hell is that?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, how was the visit to the Hotel 626 guys? Nice stay?  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-7534442944783985069?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7534442944783985069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=7534442944783985069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/7534442944783985069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/7534442944783985069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2008/11/kumar-punya-pasal.html' title='Kumar punya pasal.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-1238150038244793870</id><published>2008-10-29T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:37:26.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just checked out from Hotel 626.</title><content type='html'>Hi all. Today I went for a movie with Joanne again, and God help me!!! It reminded me of my Puffy!! The bloody ceiling of the cinema leaked on me, caused my whole jacket wet.... Okay, it was me!! I was crying. Daaaamn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest news on my Puffy: I went back to Taiping on Deepavali holidays to search for her. Failed. She's still nowhere to be found.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like dogs.... check out this movie... only at GSC I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SQiN5IysGBI/AAAAAAAAAZw/LEpnmtRSn8U/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SQiN5IysGBI/AAAAAAAAAZw/LEpnmtRSn8U/s320/poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262612177334573074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damn cute right the puppy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday my brother told about this game in this site, where you check into the hotel as a guest. Oh wait.... forgot to mention, it's a HAUNTED hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some paranormal activities happened in there and you have to counter the situation or make a lot of guessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was petrified until I knelled down when I reached level 3 where I met a damn un-cute kiddo. Go checkout la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotel626.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.hotel626.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;---- click it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it can only be access during the night and you must enabled your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;web cam and mic&lt;/span&gt; to play this game. Serious. I wanted to print screen the game while I played but I think I better not spoil the fun of exploring the game yourself.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck. Don't scream too loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-1238150038244793870?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1238150038244793870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=1238150038244793870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/1238150038244793870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/1238150038244793870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-checked-out-from-hotel-626.html' title='I just checked out from Hotel 626.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SQiN5IysGBI/AAAAAAAAAZw/LEpnmtRSn8U/s72-c/poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-1053315698280288920</id><published>2008-10-20T06:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T01:03:35.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Thank You~</title><content type='html'>Thanks for the claps~ (ei? rhyme wo,not bad ma...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok~ firstly, i would like to apologize to my baby, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Ong Bay Bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because she told me about the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 'guest blogger' weeks ago... and obviously, now only i manage to visit your blog and update myself... but one thing, please don't praise me here although i won't be &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;shy&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you say until like i very &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;pandai&lt;/span&gt;, ok la, i will try my best to update everyone here with posts, but i'm sure that it won't be as &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;dramatic&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;someone else&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alright, i shall start my first post here by introducing my bloody doggie family since you talk about your puffy (coz i really have nothing to post already). ok~ basically, at my home sweet home, i have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SPyLF8e3QzI/AAAAAAAAAZI/mgyHUP_VTj4/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SPyLF8e3QzI/AAAAAAAAAZI/mgyHUP_VTj4/s320/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259231399113081650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1) Mr...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Tiger&lt;/span&gt;!!! "rhau~~~"(still got echo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Actually, 'Tiger' is a nick i gave it to my dad, coz he's from King Edward, and all KE students are called 'Tigers', maybe is because of their school logo or to show their &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ferocious&lt;/span&gt;~ And my dad... maybe you guys can ask them ( my fellow friends that met my dad before), none other than 'Tiger' that suits my dad so much~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SPyOltrvfBI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/86Or9P049qY/s1600-h/DSC00583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SPyOltrvfBI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/86Or9P049qY/s320/DSC00583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259235243431263250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2) Ms...&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Viva&lt;/span&gt;~ "viva forever~i'll be waiting~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Perhaps my dad is one of Spice Girls fans TOO~ and that thing, like wanna cekik her 1, that's Mr. Serious Andrew's skinny hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3) Oiyo~ very sorry to our Rexy, the skinny little German Sheppard that will &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;ki siao&lt;/span&gt; sometimes~now only found out that i didn't take his pic before...bekümmert (sorry in German)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SPyRRaTZ_iI/AAAAAAAAAZY/C7bJnSqpcjY/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SPyRRaTZ_iI/AAAAAAAAAZY/C7bJnSqpcjY/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259238193166417442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4) Little &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TERRY&lt;/span&gt;!!! Ya~ its T-E-R-R-Y~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This Terry is kinda different, likes to lie down on the floor and hoping for someone to tap him~ not so &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;dramatic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;la, more adorable ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SPyS7NWOICI/AAAAAAAAAZg/SV2U3zcDFBs/s1600-h/DSC00992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SPyS7NWOICI/AAAAAAAAAZg/SV2U3zcDFBs/s320/DSC00992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259240010754695202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5) Little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Tre-U&lt;/span&gt;. Obviously, he's a schnauzer. This pic was taken when he's small, sorry to say that i didn't take his pic recently coz he also memang gila 1, difficult to snap one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My bro gave him this weird name, like U+U+U=3U~ its a French or German word, which means 'loyalty', like&lt;/span&gt; some of them are trying very hard to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;exhibit&lt;/span&gt; their loyalty to their love ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SP7a_QkjXVI/AAAAAAAAAZo/OoMa7Ftm_es/s1600-h/DSC06635A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SP7a_QkjXVI/AAAAAAAAAZo/OoMa7Ftm_es/s320/DSC06635A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259882195130211666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6) Lady &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Jaden&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She can be consider as the most adorable one among them, firstly, is because of her bloody fur that is so soft (ONLY after she take her bath), next is her basic talent which is 'sit, hand, down...',trained by my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la, seems like i'm 'over possessing' this Bay Bee's blog, Nah~give you back! Thank you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~jo~Letch~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-1053315698280288920?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1053315698280288920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=1053315698280288920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/1053315698280288920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/1053315698280288920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-you-thank-you.html' title='Thank You Thank You~'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SPyLF8e3QzI/AAAAAAAAAZI/mgyHUP_VTj4/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-561579007600371627</id><published>2008-10-18T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T08:08:06.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly Betty's ancestor are The Boleyn Girls</title><content type='html'>Yes. And in the drama... she always said that she was from Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;She &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;LIED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got evidences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These girls are Ugly Betty's ancestors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SPn6aKMjinI/AAAAAAAAAY4/CGA8lvbnwsU/s1600-h/other_boleyn_girl_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SPn6aKMjinI/AAAAAAAAAY4/CGA8lvbnwsU/s400/other_boleyn_girl_ver2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258509367252322930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, just look at Betty's necklace and you shall believe me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SPn6afAN_eI/AAAAAAAAAZA/b6Ie2Co0UwI/s1600-h/UglyBetty_300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SPn6afAN_eI/AAAAAAAAAZA/b6Ie2Co0UwI/s400/UglyBetty_300x300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258509372837723618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told cha.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-561579007600371627?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/561579007600371627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=561579007600371627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/561579007600371627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/561579007600371627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2008/10/ugly-bettys-ancestor-is-boleyn-girls.html' title='Ugly Betty&apos;s ancestor are The Boleyn Girls'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SPn6aKMjinI/AAAAAAAAAY4/CGA8lvbnwsU/s72-c/other_boleyn_girl_ver2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-3088534451663592168</id><published>2008-10-16T09:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:20:05.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing- J partners.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SPd3ogFZirI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Mnf1MwcxXnU/s1600-h/1_276026889l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy with assignments nowadays. 3 assignments to pass up in a week plus 2 presentations.... Crazy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gonna make an announcement this post. I'm gonna have a 'guest blogger' in my blog starting from now on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to introduce, my partner in this blog- Joanne Lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;*clap clap clap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SPd3ogFZirI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Mnf1MwcxXnU/s1600-h/1_276026889l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SPd3ogFZirI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Mnf1MwcxXnU/s400/1_276026889l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257802627669396146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to do so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Sometimes I'm lazy to update the blog. So, maybe she'll keep you guys entertaining, instead of only me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Joanne is a person that always has great sense of humor. This is the chance where she gotta SHINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  She's lazy to register an account at blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Both of us are lazy people.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... ya, I think that's it. Anyways, this is just an announcement. I doubt this fella will post up anything yet though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's welcome her la k? Clap again please....~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey, refer to the last post..... about Puffy... guess what?! She ran out of the house and nowhere to be found. Two days ago my mom found her in some people's house but my mom couldn't enter the house because the owner wasn't around. The neighbour told us that they heard Puffy howl.... crying maybe. But now she ran away again from the house already. Eeeeergh~ stupid. Run la run la! Now people wanna find you also cannot. Cry cry cry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad k. I miss her super duper soft fur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-3088534451663592168?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/3088534451663592168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=3088534451663592168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/3088534451663592168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/3088534451663592168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2008/10/introducing-j-partners.html' title='Introducing- J partners.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SPd3ogFZirI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Mnf1MwcxXnU/s72-c/1_276026889l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-8406539947798983269</id><published>2008-10-09T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T10:23:50.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Legendary Puffy</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you guys heard a lot about the one and only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Puffy&lt;/span&gt; that I always suspect her of having the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;penyakit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gila&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anjing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. This time when I went back Taiping, I still stay strong with my suspicion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's getting older and older though. BUT, she's still damn cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post, I dedicate to you Puffy!!! Wait till you die and transform into human form or whatever, come and have a visit and look how cute you are when you're Puffy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SO43nN93CPI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cZ7VnGqjjyI/s1600-h/puffy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SO43nN93CPI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cZ7VnGqjjyI/s400/puffy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255198962091493618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how Puffy looked like when she's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! How does the name 'Puffy' derived?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis named her 'Puffy' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; her fur was like so super puff!! So puffy that she named her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Puffy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SO43nQedncI/AAAAAAAAAUg/EAJZuuoa5qE/s1600-h/puffy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SO43nQedncI/AAAAAAAAAUg/EAJZuuoa5qE/s400/puffy4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255198962765110722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the most recent look of Puffy.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed she's old d huh?&lt;br /&gt;And I really don't understand where the hell are those brown spots go?&lt;br /&gt;Compare to the first pic. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, she grew so much!&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;, that's the real master of Puffy- my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She's a shihtzu actually. As you can see the first pic, she really does look like a shih-tzu. The elder Puffy, I don't know how she can get so un-like shih-tzu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SO43nRte1pI/AAAAAAAAAUY/U2tqeiOJgr4/s1600-h/puffy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SO43nRte1pI/AAAAAAAAAUY/U2tqeiOJgr4/s400/puffy3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255198963096540818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, my turn to take pic with you, cutie!&lt;br /&gt;She's like a mini polar bear now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SO43nfejQ2I/AAAAAAAAAUo/LURCE8BEWHc/s1600-h/puffy5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SO43nfejQ2I/AAAAAAAAAUo/LURCE8BEWHc/s400/puffy5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255198966792012642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best part I like about the latest grooming was on her legs.&lt;br /&gt;She's like wearing stocking around!&lt;br /&gt;But this time she looks more like a boy than a girl la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SO43na_4dPI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/6O5DaPjUvNg/s1600-h/puffy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SO43na_4dPI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/6O5DaPjUvNg/s400/puffy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255198965589636338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can't stop taking pic with her. But she kept moving around!&lt;br /&gt;She's trying to lick my face as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, I just found out... I have no idea how old is she. Anyways, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; thing I love about her other than her being cute is.... she's the one that accompanies my parents everyday. Now that we siblings don't live with our parents, she's the one that replace our roles when we're not at hometown. Being herself, lazy, stupid, annoying sometimes, stubborn.... really gets on my parents' nerves. On the other hand, Puffy being cute, magically sometimes being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;obedient&lt;/span&gt;, and definately &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manja&lt;/span&gt; around, she wins and entertain my parents heart really well. Good job Puffy! Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SO43tJmGknI/AAAAAAAAAUw/-vfhMm5Bn3Q/s1600-h/puffy6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SO43tJmGknI/AAAAAAAAAUw/-vfhMm5Bn3Q/s400/puffy6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255199063997321842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah, I miss her already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, she can marry anytime.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone to intro to her?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, prefer a male shihtzu.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-8406539947798983269?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/8406539947798983269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=8406539947798983269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/8406539947798983269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/8406539947798983269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2008/10/legendary-puffy.html' title='Legendary Puffy'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SO43nN93CPI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cZ7VnGqjjyI/s72-c/puffy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-5170140573949138606</id><published>2008-10-07T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:22:01.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tatt.</title><content type='html'>Hi. Got a new tatt. Opps, not one... but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that 'two' spelled huh??!! Wuahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SOumKn6VrCI/AAAAAAAAATw/qkwBv7zRmQw/s1600-h/DSC00589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SOumKn6VrCI/AAAAAAAAATw/qkwBv7zRmQw/s400/DSC00589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254476091700390946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SOumKm_W4mI/AAAAAAAAATo/u-zSwPMIxVU/s1600-h/DSC00587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SOumKm_W4mI/AAAAAAAAATo/u-zSwPMIxVU/s400/DSC00587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254476091453006434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one. I name it.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bloody Starry&lt;/span&gt;. Cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SOumLIx222I/AAAAAAAAAT4/yVK1XJwLFLQ/s1600-h/DSC00590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SOumLIx222I/AAAAAAAAAT4/yVK1XJwLFLQ/s400/DSC00590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254476100523187042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SOumLCrpcJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/-uJWnhuyPYE/s1600-h/DSC00592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SOumLCrpcJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/-uJWnhuyPYE/s400/DSC00592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254476098886529170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll name this one... the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drill Knight&lt;/span&gt;. Or the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Drill Black Angel-Wannabe&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, one day me and my bro just get so bored, and he decided to act like Ami from the Miami Ink. Ceh, tattoo artist impersonator la tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab a marker pen, start la draw. There goes the derivation of childish tattoo art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aihs.... I also bodoh. Let my bro use my arm as a white board. Still can smile too so happy.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-5170140573949138606?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5170140573949138606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=5170140573949138606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/5170140573949138606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/5170140573949138606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2008/10/tatt.html' title='Tatt.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SOumKn6VrCI/AAAAAAAAATw/qkwBv7zRmQw/s72-c/DSC00589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-3545595723272033432</id><published>2008-09-26T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T10:21:47.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya Holiday</title><content type='html'>The other day I went to watch a Thai horror movie, damn lawak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this scene.... where the main guy in the movies gets frustrated of the 'ghost' and sit at the center of the room and screaming, crying. And then the 'ghost' starts to mengamuk, and say:' ka taaa ki na nu. Ka taaa ki NA NUUUUU~' Actually I forget what the ghost said d la, come on, it's in Thai language k... Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the whole movie just got english language subtitle. So, you know what was that ghost talking about? The screen shows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Fine me! Fine me!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, the ghost wanted the fella to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; him. Then the guy write a saman and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; him. Funny or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, real wan k? Except for the paragraph before this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going back my hometown. Yippeeeee! Taiping....~ aaah~ so nice! I'm going to become old woman again! Go back and relax. So coooool.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou, I almost forget... my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gila Puffy&lt;/span&gt;. Miss her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, Taiping now very keng d k... I heard there's cinema, Starbucks, Sushi King.... not bad d k. Upgrade d, not kampung anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, picture of the day. I copied a concept of an Incubus pic, very super duper nice. Of cuz mine was not as cool and as pro as the original one la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SN0Ywg9O-hI/AAAAAAAAATg/OlQlye_f7Vc/s1600-h/succubus2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SN0Ywg9O-hI/AAAAAAAAATg/OlQlye_f7Vc/s400/succubus2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250379962343422482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay la, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To.... eeer.... Fareeza... and..... eeer.... anyone else? Just Fareeza, the only malay read my blog. Argh. Ui, can't wait to go your house and makan rendang wei! Taiping somemore... Haha. So cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye~  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-3545595723272033432?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/3545595723272033432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=3545595723272033432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/3545595723272033432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/3545595723272033432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2008/09/raya-holiday.html' title='Raya Holiday'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SN0Ywg9O-hI/AAAAAAAAATg/OlQlye_f7Vc/s72-c/succubus2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-8296337140935401543</id><published>2008-09-20T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T04:48:43.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaah~</title><content type='html'>Noticed the change huh?  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, better not talk about that, I almost jumped out my condo today. Spent the whole afternoon to customize the whole thing and the system gone crazy! I almost lost my blog. Anyways, it's back and I thank God. Hallelujah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what seems to be the problem I had recently??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not able to recognize people unless you are 2 meters near me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, my eyes sights are getting bad. But I can't seem to find the spec that I'm fancy with these days. Plus, I'm extremely broke. One day.. that day shall come. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you guys this story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day me, Kahyee and Joanne was at Sunway. I was talking with Joanne while we walk. Then I saw my opposite direction, there's this guy.. my bro's friend! Aihs, I paling hate this kinda moment wan, cuz you'll never know if this person will greet you back when you greet him. Okay, since I was talking, aaargh~ buat tak tau jer la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so darn sure that it was my bro's friend, until one day I asked my bro and you know what my bro said? He said that guy is now at US studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Means... if that day, it happens that my mood is good, my 'friendliness adrenaline' rushes out of nowhere, I could have just go and say 'Eh....!! Hi! Long time no seeeeeeeeeee!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You imagine what happen next la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Who da hell are you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K la. Bye bye. I know I know... the header looks like a ghost. My bros my sis all told me that. The one on the left. But can you guys just ignore it? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's art&lt;/span&gt;... who cares...??! Haha. No la, I lazy to change d. Just assume, ASSUME it's art la k? Thanks. Love you guys! Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-8296337140935401543?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/8296337140935401543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=8296337140935401543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/8296337140935401543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/8296337140935401543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2008/09/aaah.html' title='Aaah~'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-1593962312042666266</id><published>2008-09-13T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T08:20:16.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was at Hawaii</title><content type='html'>See.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SMvPzgD9CDI/AAAAAAAAASY/g_fqgVMJXL0/s1600-h/DSC00690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SMvPzgD9CDI/AAAAAAAAASY/g_fqgVMJXL0/s400/DSC00690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245514674689869874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, I'm in the toilet of my house. Can or not? :Þ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that tanned skin.... my chest... Haaa.... Like I'm wearing bikini and got sun-burned from somewhere right? You must be thinking, hmmm... this Jean so happening ah? Mid term habis only straight away go enjoy d ah? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so wrong man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mid term finish &lt;/span&gt;=&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; assignment flood&lt;/span&gt; =&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; busy like hell &lt;/span&gt;= &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mom cannot recognize me anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm bringin' sexy baaaack. Yea!' Come on sing with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SMvPze6OhoI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Iz5Nwbu1qec/s1600-h/DSC00688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SMvPze6OhoI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Iz5Nwbu1qec/s400/DSC00688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245514674380637826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betul betul sexy like hell wei. Why la this happen to me.... sun-burned on the skin, I'm getting darker is hurtful for me already. But sun-burned with this kinda shape?!! The middle okay pulak. Ah! Doesn't look like bikini also. Why am I so stupid la. I only realise it when I get home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, how I get it...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SMvPzeev6iI/AAAAAAAAASI/Z_T-DhH217U/s1600-h/DSC00668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SMvPzeev6iI/AAAAAAAAASI/Z_T-DhH217U/s400/DSC00668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245514674265385506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy Tai Ka Jie Audrey. Ya was with her, Vaanan, Christy, Citra, Tun and Shafiq the whole afternoon. Oh no... it's from 10am to 6pm! Shooting for our Advertising project. I was the supporting actress only la. Haha. Very small part in the ad. See the singlet I was wearing? The back was cut-in shaped. Hence, the shape I got my back. Gosh.... I should have thought of wearing long sleeve instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, appart from the sun-burned.... I had a marvelous time with them. Lotsa laughters and gosh Tun Tun is so funny..... Vaanan drives like a maniac! Haha. Hmmmm... guess I'll just rock my sexy back la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SMvPzucPbgI/AAAAAAAAASg/FdaY9GdpFSY/s1600-h/DSC00694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SMvPzucPbgI/AAAAAAAAASg/FdaY9GdpFSY/s400/DSC00694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245514678549835266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh pimples! Don't care la.&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice weekend!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on sing with meeee.....~&lt;br /&gt;I'm bringin' sexy back! Ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-1593962312042666266?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1593962312042666266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=1593962312042666266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/1593962312042666266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/1593962312042666266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-at-hawaii.html' title='I was at Hawaii'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SMvPzgD9CDI/AAAAAAAAASY/g_fqgVMJXL0/s72-c/DSC00690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-4121602886845202616</id><published>2008-09-11T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:08:14.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mysterious guy in MSN pic.</title><content type='html'>Nah, here you go... Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SMlRbp8ozLI/AAAAAAAAASA/Jft8eAHuDq4/s1600-h/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SMlRbp8ozLI/AAAAAAAAASA/Jft8eAHuDq4/s400/007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244812776608156850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my previous display pic in MSN. People... I mean.. A LOT of people has been asking me who the heck is the guy in this pic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Okay, lemme tell you guys how does this pic came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was photoshop-ing Joanne's face into Rihanna's body to try out if that hair style suits her. Okay, after done with hers.... I was thinking... Hey! Ya hor?! Why don't I try photoshop-ing my face to a person's body whose beside some celebrity?! Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me awhile to think who should be beside me in the pic? Hmmmm...!! Mr Cook would be nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, choose the easy one to be done. Then choose mine.... right angle.. right level of light... right expression. Not easy to do k? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... there you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Me and Mr David Cook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... ya, as you can see if you zoom in, it has flaws. My picture quality wasn't good enough to paste in that pic, and the lacking of professional skills.... Ya, it's not perfect and is detectable for fakeness. Haha. I had a great time doing it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I be sue for using other's people pictures and put myself in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-4121602886845202616?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/4121602886845202616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=4121602886845202616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/4121602886845202616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/4121602886845202616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2008/09/mysterious-guy-in-msn-pic.html' title='Mysterious guy in MSN pic.'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOx4DuJFbGM/SMlRbp8ozLI/AAAAAAAAASA/Jft8eAHuDq4/s72-c/007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148410502007599570.post-116322021259714553</id><published>2008-09-06T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T10:35:44.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know...?</title><content type='html'>That the MAMEE nowadays doesn't come with the seasoning powder anymore? Ya... the salty powder or whatever you called it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered when I was in primary and high school, there must be someone whose crazy on this seasoning powder. Normally, I do add in. But, sometimes I'll try to avoid adding it in cuz what my mom told me when I was really young, that the powder contain MSG that can make your hair gone white and make your hair drop as well. Ou, my mom didn't said MSG, she'll said it's ajinamoto. Ajinamoto=MSG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whenever I was having it or someone else was having it.... There will be one person ask for the seasoning powder, cuz it was sooooooo darn yummy. And they can just eat straight away without the MAMEE, just pour the powder into their mouth. Gosh.... Wonder if they'd gone bald now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good ol' days.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148410502007599570-116322021259714553?l=jeanitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/feeds/116322021259714553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148410502007599570&amp;postID=116322021259714553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/116322021259714553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148410502007599570/posts/default/116322021259714553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanitude.blogspot.com/2008/09/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know...?'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02070820329590734913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
