<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775195060947919964</id><updated>2009-10-31T19:00:13.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Not exactly the most creative person in the world. Thus, the blog title. A place for me to bitch whenever I feel like it.&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558202363527239432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>188</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775195060947919964.post-6301018228860246867</id><published>2009-10-30T13:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:38:59.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5sEXqI9NmE/Sup7QnyHhUI/AAAAAAAAApY/xOykf9cKY7E/s1600-h/Genting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398262628844275010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5sEXqI9NmE/Sup7QnyHhUI/AAAAAAAAApY/xOykf9cKY7E/s200/Genting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am going to Genting Highlands next week!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Excited? YES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But then again, I have my reservations. It's going to be one helluva hectic trip. We'll be driving all the way, and we'll first stop by at KL for a night, and on Saturday, we'll be going up to Genting Highlands for ONLY one night. Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And you know how it's like when a trip gets too hectic. Everybody's tired, we get cranky, arguments ensue... Fights unfold... You know the flow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But better than nothing I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775195060947919964-6301018228860246867?l=an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6301018228860246867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775195060947919964&amp;postID=6301018228860246867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/6301018228860246867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/6301018228860246867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/2009/10/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558202363527239432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15336612256514535246'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5sEXqI9NmE/Sup7QnyHhUI/AAAAAAAAApY/xOykf9cKY7E/s72-c/Genting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775195060947919964.post-7325409497731490493</id><published>2009-10-13T13:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T13:47:40.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>November Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5sEXqI9NmE/StQUD3z0Q-I/AAAAAAAAApQ/2YDMaJbD-fc/s1600-h/bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391956710622774242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5sEXqI9NmE/StQUD3z0Q-I/AAAAAAAAApQ/2YDMaJbD-fc/s200/bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; November is fast approaching, and there are simply too many November babies! And that is only within the BF's family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there are 5 November babies. The BF, the BF's mom, the BF's sister, the BF's future-sister-in-law, and MOI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most difficult one: the BF's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to get for him OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck with presents, more so when it's for someone dear. I think too much. I'm constantly on a tight budget (surprise, surprise), and I'm always afraid that my present will not be good enough. There is always this battle between getting something practical and getting something romantic but &lt;strike&gt;less&lt;/strike&gt; not practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I've managed to come up with something, but it's going to take a lot of time and effort. It's practically useless, but I hope it will make him happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wonder what he's going to get me this time. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;p/s For those of you in the dark, the BF and I share the same birth date. Yes, DATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775195060947919964-7325409497731490493?l=an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7325409497731490493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775195060947919964&amp;postID=7325409497731490493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/7325409497731490493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/7325409497731490493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/2009/10/november-babies.html' title='November Babies'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558202363527239432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15336612256514535246'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5sEXqI9NmE/StQUD3z0Q-I/AAAAAAAAApQ/2YDMaJbD-fc/s72-c/bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775195060947919964.post-4813726016888566946</id><published>2009-10-09T17:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T17:37:06.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>BFFs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5sEXqI9NmE/Ss8Dd2Xa0QI/AAAAAAAAApI/2pwx8vXO10M/s1600-h/BFF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390531090330603778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5sEXqI9NmE/Ss8Dd2Xa0QI/AAAAAAAAApI/2pwx8vXO10M/s200/BFF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Best Friends Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Forever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Does "forever" even exists?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nevermind. I'm just being sceptical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But scepticism aside, I actually admire/respect/salute people who can have BFFs that stick together for, well, ever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These people, despite time and distance, actually manage to stay close to each other. There are never awkward moments when they bump into each other. Heck, chances are they rarely get to bump into each other because every meeting is pre-planned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They tell each other secrets. They bitch about boys, talk about fashion, gossip about everybody under the sky. They stick out for each other no matter what. And they make sure they meet up with each other whenever they have the chance to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do I sense jealousy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To a certain extent, I guess. I've never been able to actually find a friend whom I can be close for a long period of time. I don't know why. Maybe it's because I don't really feel comfortable telling people about my inner secrets, especially those that will show that I am weak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everybody I know thinks I'm the happy-go-lucky, always without worry, girl who doesn't stress about a lot of stuffs. I do. I just don't show it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, back to BFFs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know it's not like nobody wants to be close friends with me. I know quite a number of friends who are super nice people. But somehow, I just can't really open up to them. Have fun, yes. Share secrets, not really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Plus I've got too many obligations to be able to entertain every single request to hang out. Yes Alvina, if you're reading this, sorry for being a party-pooper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's hard when I have family obligations. Every time I want to go out, my parents will, one way or another, make me feel guilty about not spending whatever free time I have with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't blame them. They're too used to having me around all the time. Now that they have to share me with others, they wouldn't be used to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Working life sucks. Mondays to Fridays, I will be spending almost the whole day at work. When night comes, I'll be too tired to go out, hence the pigging around at home, sulking. Saturdays will be spent with the BF. Sundays, with the family. So tell me, when do I have time to actually CHILL with BFFs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes it gets lonely. When I have problems that involve people closest to me, I have no one else to turn to. No BFFs for me to spill my heart out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I guess that's part of growing up. Nothing is permanent, except for change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BFFs or not, at least I know that I do have friends around me whom I can count on when it really matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;p/s And I cannot believe YOU, JASMINE CHUAH, added me as your BFF in FB! HAHA! Which is what prompted me to write this post! And honestly, I'm a tad touched that you thought of me! I'm going to dedicate a post to you next time! Mark my words woman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775195060947919964-4813726016888566946?l=an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4813726016888566946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775195060947919964&amp;postID=4813726016888566946&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/4813726016888566946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/4813726016888566946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/2009/10/bffs.html' title='BFFs'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558202363527239432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15336612256514535246'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5sEXqI9NmE/Ss8Dd2Xa0QI/AAAAAAAAApI/2pwx8vXO10M/s72-c/BFF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775195060947919964.post-382414144147310897</id><published>2009-10-01T08:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T08:59:41.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>Tremor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5sEXqI9NmE/SsP-mzOv65I/AAAAAAAAApA/PHFYvT4IQmw/s1600-h/gay-earthquake-powers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387429521805798290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5sEXqI9NmE/SsP-mzOv65I/AAAAAAAAApA/PHFYvT4IQmw/s320/gay-earthquake-powers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh wow. Yesterday was scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was the second time I've ever felt an earthquake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The first was in 2004, during the "Tsunami" quake. I was at home, online, when suddenly, I felt dizzy. I thought maybe it was due to a lack of sleep (I really was lacking in sleep!). But the next day, I found out that there was an earthquake, which led to the disastrous Tsunami.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5 years later (well, almost).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was still at my office when I felt dizzy. Like really dizzy. It's as if the world is spinning around. I tried ignoring it, until I heard my colleague saying she felt dizzy too. So I got out of my room, and asked her. THEN everybody said they felt the same way. It was already after working hours, so I quickly turned off my laptop, packed my stuffs, and headed to my car. It is only then that I heard about the earthquake in Sumatra from the radio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Scary, I tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And mind you, my office is only on the 5th floor. But then, I've heard from a lot of people that this particular building was built on soft soil, and somehow, the building is slightly slanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To think I'm risking my life EVERY DAY at work! So not worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I sure hope that no Tsunami will occur this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775195060947919964-382414144147310897?l=an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/382414144147310897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775195060947919964&amp;postID=382414144147310897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/382414144147310897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/382414144147310897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/2009/10/tremor.html' title='Tremor'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558202363527239432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15336612256514535246'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5sEXqI9NmE/SsP-mzOv65I/AAAAAAAAApA/PHFYvT4IQmw/s72-c/gay-earthquake-powers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775195060947919964.post-5621072546063119847</id><published>2009-09-29T08:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T08:56:08.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>Current Life in Brief</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Brief, as in concise. Not underwear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, don't have much time to blog anymore. Work is seeping into my life and sucking every bit of it. Which is why...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I ACTUALLY FREAKIN' JOINED A GYM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;UNBELIEVABLE RIGHT?! I'm like the least expected person to actually exercise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It wasn't really my idea. The BF wanted to join the gym, and he was thinking of Fitness First. He used to join Celebrity Fitness, but didn't like the crowd and congestion there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since Fitness First is less than 5 minutes away from me, ah heck, why not join him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've only joined about 3 days ago, and already I've been there twice! Don't know how long will I stay motivated to exercise though. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This conversation transpired:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Dad: How long do you think your sister can continue to go to the gym on a regular basis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Bro: As long as Neil goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How true. Lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, bro joined the gym two days after us. So Fitness First just got itself three new members!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right now, my body is aching like nobody's business. What do you expect from a person who has not been exercising for, well, her whole life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still cannot believe I actually joined!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775195060947919964-5621072546063119847?l=an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5621072546063119847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775195060947919964&amp;postID=5621072546063119847&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/5621072546063119847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/5621072546063119847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/2009/09/current-life-in-brief.html' title='Current Life in Brief'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558202363527239432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15336612256514535246'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775195060947919964.post-6115020105663625045</id><published>2009-09-15T13:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T13:46:07.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5sEXqI9NmE/Sq8pj9OPQSI/AAAAAAAAAog/OgYxoQ5FAhE/s1600-h/funny_pictures_sad_cat_blackandwhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381565777437475106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5sEXqI9NmE/Sq8pj9OPQSI/AAAAAAAAAog/OgYxoQ5FAhE/s200/funny_pictures_sad_cat_blackandwhite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two weeks flew by, just *&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;snaps fingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; like that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn't really a break to begin with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For those of you not in the know, I took two weeks off before I officially start work as a soon-to-be legal assistant. I wanted to take a whole month off, but I feel bad for being so greedy. Regret!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The last two weeks was spent on spending (hah!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So yes, I.IS.BROKE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I spent on bags, spent on haircut, spent on my dogs, spent on food, spent spent spent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SAD CASE LA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And now, it's all over. No more long breaks for me for a verryyyyyy long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How I yearn to go back to being a student. I can ponteng whenever I feel like it, study only when my parents start to nag, sleep late, wake up late, bla bla bla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now? BLAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On a slightly happier tone, I'm going to be called to the bar this Friday! Woot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How time flies eh? 9 months came and gone, just like that. I'm no more a chambee! Which is not THAT good other than the slight monetary increment. Now that I'm no more a chambee, I have more responsibilities! Noooo! And I am supposed to actually KNOW a lot of stuffs now, which I don't!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Grr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Legal profession, why oh why did I end up being in you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775195060947919964-6115020105663625045?l=an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6115020105663625045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775195060947919964&amp;postID=6115020105663625045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/6115020105663625045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/6115020105663625045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/2009/09/two-weeks-flew-by-just-snaps-fingers.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558202363527239432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15336612256514535246'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5sEXqI9NmE/Sq8pj9OPQSI/AAAAAAAAAog/OgYxoQ5FAhE/s72-c/funny_pictures_sad_cat_blackandwhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775195060947919964.post-6590537657014980578</id><published>2009-08-27T08:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T08:39:15.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Want!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5sEXqI9NmE/SpXUsmzr9UI/AAAAAAAAAoY/lXim1EyeSh8/s1600-h/HTC+Touch+Pro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374435593133225282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5sEXqI9NmE/SpXUsmzr9UI/AAAAAAAAAoY/lXim1EyeSh8/s320/HTC+Touch+Pro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, so I think I've made up my mind what phone to get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you're a techie person yourself, please don't tell me to get the HTC Touch Pro 2 instead of HTC Touch Pro because, well, the "2" is self-explanatory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I KNOW LA THAT THE SECOND VERSION IS BETTER! Stop rubbing it in already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I have NO MONEY to buy the "2" la! I don't even have enough money right now to buy the 1st one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ARGH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, &lt;em&gt;boh pian lor&lt;/em&gt;, the 1st version will have to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hopefully the price has gone down now that "2" is out. Before this, probably a few months back, HTC Touch Pro costs RM2,799. I hope it's now at least below RM2,500.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MONEY NO ENOUGH ARRRRR!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775195060947919964-6590537657014980578?l=an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6590537657014980578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775195060947919964&amp;postID=6590537657014980578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/6590537657014980578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/6590537657014980578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/2009/08/want.html' title='Want!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558202363527239432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15336612256514535246'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5sEXqI9NmE/SpXUsmzr9UI/AAAAAAAAAoY/lXim1EyeSh8/s72-c/HTC+Touch+Pro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775195060947919964.post-6309341527957726188</id><published>2009-08-26T08:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:50:03.994+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>Decisions, Decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5sEXqI9NmE/SpSGGmfPd8I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/aSslMQ8mkm8/s1600-h/Decisions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374067703328765890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5sEXqI9NmE/SpSGGmfPd8I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/aSslMQ8mkm8/s320/Decisions.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So many things to decide!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;(1) To get a new handphone or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;(2) If yes, what phone to get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;(3) If I find my dream phone, will I have enough money for it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;(4) What to do after this: litigation or "conveyancing"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Referring to (4), I don't know why people generally divide the legal practice to litigation or conveyancing, when in fact, there are so many in-betweens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Personally, I don't quite like the litigation work-scope. But everybody tells me that I should start off with litigation, which is true. For one, I will get to meet more people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BUT I DON'T LIKE THE WORK! I prefer solicitors' kinda work, but with that, I'll have less opportunity to meet members of the legal profession. All I'll meet are clients (mostly troublesome ones)! Plus having to stay in the firm for the WHOLE DAY for FIVE DAYS A WEEK is going to drive me nuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hate making decisions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775195060947919964-6309341527957726188?l=an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6309341527957726188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775195060947919964&amp;postID=6309341527957726188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/6309341527957726188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/6309341527957726188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/2009/08/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, Decisions'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558202363527239432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15336612256514535246'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5sEXqI9NmE/SpSGGmfPd8I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/aSslMQ8mkm8/s72-c/Decisions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775195060947919964.post-9124395041871414466</id><published>2009-08-06T08:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T08:51:52.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Energy, where art thou?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why do I feel like a truck just ran over me, reversed, rinse and repeat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's not as though I sleep late. I'm like an OLD LADY now who heads to bed at 11.00 p.m.! I used to sleep at 4.00 a.m. and wake up at 6.00 a.m., and I was bright as the sunshine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has to be signs of aging, I tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe it's because my life is too boring. Too mundane. Too routine. But then again, I don't know how else I want my life to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haiya&lt;/em&gt; the weather is already gloomy as it is, what with raining non-stop since two nights ago. Don't want to further bring myself down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've consumed a bottle of Eu Yan Sang's Essence of Chicken. It had BETTER WORK! YOSH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775195060947919964-9124395041871414466?l=an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/9124395041871414466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775195060947919964&amp;postID=9124395041871414466&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/9124395041871414466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/9124395041871414466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/2009/08/energy-where-art-thou.html' title='Energy, where art thou?'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558202363527239432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15336612256514535246'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775195060947919964.post-2029535602476399672</id><published>2009-07-16T08:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:55:50.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>TL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's early in the morning, and already I feel absolutely M.A.D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's not personal. Wait. Maybe it is, since it involves someone so dear to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I was having breakfast, mom told me that dad is not happy with his work. Why am I not surprised? He hasn't been happy ever since he got promoted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But somehow, today, it has gotten to my nerves. I cannot go into the details, because it's supposed to be confidential, but I have half in mind to spill the beans and reveal to the public how fucked up the whole "system" is! (I know there are people who will not like me using the F word, but circumstances force me to, and I simply canNOT find a better word to describe the "system".)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know how infuriated I was when I heard friends saying that the present "system" is much better than the previous "system", and that they can actually see some changes, albeit minor ones?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;YOU KNOW HOW ANGRY I WAS AT THAT POINT OF TIME?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of course I didn't show it. I don't blame them. People from the outside do not know what is going on. Lucky for me, another friend understands my frustration because he, too, was from the "system". He understood perfectly what I was trying to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My ass la that the new "system" is better, that our rights are protected, no racial discrimination, bla bla bla. That's what the NEWSPAPERS tell you! They are ALL OUT for publicity. But nobody knows what's going on inside! And the poor people who are inside have to suffer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People getting blamed for a crime they didn't commit. People not being awarded accordingly while some other fucktards get all the glamour. People being forced to do what is against their conscience. People ending up being scapegoats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Where's the justice in all these?! Publicity and popularity at the expense of your subordinates?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People keep saying that we should take up the challenge and stand up for the public. That the public needs dedicated people in the "system". But these people are all-talk-no-action. I also can say that the "system" is this, the "system" is that, but who can come up with a solution? All we do is point fingers at problems and to highlight them repeatedly to shine a bad light at someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't give a shit who the "system" is comprised of. It DOES NOT make any difference! They are ALL the same! They are there for the SAME REASON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you enjoy doing what you do, then fine. But some people do not! So let them go already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bad way to start off my day. I sometimes hope for a revolution. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775195060947919964-2029535602476399672?l=an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2029535602476399672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775195060947919964&amp;postID=2029535602476399672&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/2029535602476399672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/2029535602476399672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/2009/07/tl.html' title='TL!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558202363527239432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15336612256514535246'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775195060947919964.post-556008143526933622</id><published>2009-07-03T18:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:07:02.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Lo &amp; Behold!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I PASSED MY ETHICS EXAM!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ok lah, to be honest, I’m not THAT happy and excited. It’s more of like a wave of relieve than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, the whole thing is a little disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, it took more than a month for our results to be released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all of a sudden, we received this piece of PAPER stating something like &lt;strong&gt;“Certificate of Due Diligence”&lt;/strong&gt; bla bla bla &lt;strong&gt;“This is to certify that you have DULY ATTENDED …”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DULY ATTENDED??!!!&lt;/span&gt; What happened to the forcing-us-to-take-the-exam-and-us-passing??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t even sure whether did I pass or not when I received that piece of paper. So I called the Bar Council. This transpired:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X: Hello, selamat petang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Selamat petang. I’m calling to enquire about my ethics results &lt;em&gt;(okay-lah for that one moment I was dumbfounded because I didn’t expect the lady to speak to me in BM! So I spoke in English. -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X: Please hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*some annoying music*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello, I’m calling to enquire about my ethics results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: Oh, you have to speak to Shahril &lt;em&gt;(or something like that)&lt;/em&gt;. I’ll pass you to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: You’re welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*the same music again*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahril: Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello, I’m calling to enquire about my ethics results &lt;em&gt;(at this point I was kinda pissed off with repeating the same sentence).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahril: Wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*silence*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahril: What session?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;*dumbfounded again*&lt;/em&gt; Err… I’m from Penang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahril: Petition number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: 18-****-08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*silence*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahril: Pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thank…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Shahril hangs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WTF??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind that he didn’t have the courtesy to at least congratulate me. At least let me finish saying thank you lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craziness man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I’m relieved that I passed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775195060947919964-556008143526933622?l=an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/556008143526933622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775195060947919964&amp;postID=556008143526933622&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/556008143526933622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/556008143526933622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/2009/07/lo-behold.html' title='Lo &amp; Behold!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558202363527239432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15336612256514535246'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775195060947919964.post-2440684789228830858</id><published>2009-06-05T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T09:57:22.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><title type='text'>Age &amp; Maturity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How does one measure maturity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny when I hear someone say a person is a "matured" person just because that person is &lt;strong&gt;OLD&lt;/strong&gt;er in terms of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, but just because you're old enough to be my grandfather doesn't make you anywhere near matured. In fact, you're more immature than most of the youngsters I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad really to see someone so "matured" in age to be so immature in thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine how it is like to be brought up by these people. Imagine if your DAD behaves like your younger brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And personally, I strongly believe that these immature-matures are NOT WORTHY of respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep hearing people saying, &lt;em&gt;"Haiya, he's so old already, just give him face la... Takkan I wanna tembak him in the face meh? Like so rude..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh hello? Respect only comes to people who DESERVES to be respected. Just because you are old doesn't mean you have a right to be respected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you're 100 years old. If you act like a kid, you deserve to be treated like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think just because you're &lt;strike&gt;as old&lt;/strike&gt; older than my dad you can start treating me like a little girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And since I'm already ranting about this, something else cropped up: CHIVALRY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What IS IT with men nowadays?! Aren't you people even AWARE of simple courtesy like letting a lady walk first before you?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SERIOUSLY!!! I'm not even a MAN, and I'm letting others walk before me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And don't give me B.S. about us women fighting for equality so therefore we deserve to be treated as equals bla bla bla. I, for one, am not fighting for equality because there is simply NO.SUCH.THING.FULLSTOP. Nobody can ever be equals. Not even identical twins. You can be good in maths, but I'm better at ranting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AND what is with wanting to split the bill to the nearest FIVE SEN! When WE GIRLS go out together, we don't even KIRA the RINGGIT, let alone SEN! Getting 25 sen from three girls will only make you 75 sen richer, but at the expense of what? Making yourself look like a selfish stingy fool?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can understand if you come from a not-so-well-to-do family, but still, 25 sen?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sad case la you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm known to be quite tolerant with people, but somehow I just canNOT tolerate the abovementioned types of people! People don't usually see me "tembak-ing" others like I mean it, so when you do, you know how pissed off I am with these people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;p/s If you (yes, YOU) think I don't know how to spell "cent/cents" because I used "sen" instead, I'm not going to even bother explaining it to you. =) Go Google it or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775195060947919964-2440684789228830858?l=an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2440684789228830858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775195060947919964&amp;postID=2440684789228830858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/2440684789228830858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/2440684789228830858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/2009/06/age-maturity.html' title='Age &amp; Maturity'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558202363527239432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15336612256514535246'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775195060947919964.post-725794295255548512</id><published>2009-05-27T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:42:07.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>I AM ABSOLUTELY INFURIATED!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WTF is this whole nonsense about having a limit of only TWO DOGS in ONE HOUSEHOLD?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How the hell can we prevent the increase of strays by doing that?! If the limit is enforced, there will be even MORE strays out there because they cannot be adopted BECAUSE it is illegal to do so!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is not about numbers! It's about educating people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is a country that, instead of educating people and emphasising on knowledge and awareness, punishes innocent people. Instead of teaching people what is right, we tell them to do what WE WANT just so that life is easier for the-power-it-be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WTF!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why don't you people tell families who have TOO FREAKING MANY CHILDREN to DISPOSE of their children because frankly, most of them cannot afford to bring the kids up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just because there are SOME irresponsible pet owners, doesn't mean that we have to impose on all the others this ridiculous ruling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PLUS! Our country is not only flooded with stray DOGS. We have as many stray CATS as well! Why not limit the number of cats a household has?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Double standard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am so angry now I think I'm turning purple!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really want to see how in the right mind are these people going to "dispose" of these "extra" dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why can't we deal with the problem from the root? Punish those who are irresponsible. Have ALL the dogs microchipped and tagged! Make it compulsory when a person applies for a dog licence. Then when the dog escapes or is abandoned, the authority will be able to trace who is the owner and THEN act accordingly against THAT owner, not the whole world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The authority doesn't even need to incur much expense in doing so. In fact, they will be earning from it by the licence fee! I would rather fork out the money to have my dogs microchipped than to have to abide to this ridiculous ruling. And I'm sure it's cheaper than having to "dispose" them. &lt;em&gt;(I feel disgusted using the word "dispose". It's as though they are garbage!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Animal rights activists from around the world! Where are you when we need you?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775195060947919964-725794295255548512?l=an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/725794295255548512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775195060947919964&amp;postID=725794295255548512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/725794295255548512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/725794295255548512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-absolutely-infuriated.html' title='I AM ABSOLUTELY INFURIATED!!!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558202363527239432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15336612256514535246'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775195060947919964.post-6383813296481787884</id><published>2009-05-10T15:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:25:04.946+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><title type='text'>Of Contents &amp; Substance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is SO DIFFICULT to blog nowadays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't write about events that are too personal for fear that everyone will eventually find out about them, especially given my position where I have to protect the interest of all those who are dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't rant about how much I hate someone because I might be sued for defamation (EVEN THOUGH WHAT I SAID IS BLOODY TRUE!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't blog about interesting days or nights because &lt;strike&gt;I don't have a life&lt;/strike&gt; I'm too caught up with work that I don't have the time to actually do anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't write interesting stories given the fact that I have a brain of, I don't know, an ostrich?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This blog is dead. I.JUST.KNOW.IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On a different note, DIE LA DIE LA MY ETHICS EXAM IS COMING!!! HOW HOW HOW??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775195060947919964-6383813296481787884?l=an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6383813296481787884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775195060947919964&amp;postID=6383813296481787884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/6383813296481787884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/6383813296481787884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/2009/05/of-contents-substance.html' title='Of Contents &amp; Substance'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558202363527239432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15336612256514535246'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775195060947919964.post-3578458808772174990</id><published>2009-04-16T16:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T17:04:05.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><title type='text'>Surat Layang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I cannot believe how some people can actually stoop down THIS low to write "flying letters" to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mind you, these are not unemployed people who have no family or friends because they stink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These are fully employed grown-ups (more like uncles and aunties already). And still, they're doing what you and I used to do when we were in high school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Creating various e-mail addresses just to send complaint letters and further sending copies of those complaint letters to the not-so-relevant bodies are stupid attempts to bring the complainee down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Really, what are you being paid for again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Writing about X doesn't make you any greater. What more when it is not even true to begin with. If X is as corrupted as you make him to be, then pray tell, why the hell is X not living in a bungalow and driving a Porsche or whatever-fancy-schmancy car?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is simply frustrating. And there is no point in replying to these people because they have so many e-mail addresses that I'm sure they do not even bother to login to them after sending those "flying letters".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And AUTHORITIES are equally dumb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHY THE HELL ARE YOU PEOPLE ENTERTAINING ANONYMOUS COMPLAINTS?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You are wasting resources and productivity! People have better things to do than write reports to entertain anonymous complaints! If the complainant is serious, then lodge a proper complaint! Even in the legal profession, an aggrieved person needs to make a formal complaint for investigation to be initiated! They even need a Statutory Declaration for that!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And this particular Body actually entertains "flying letters".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What has become of our country?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And as if that is not bad enough, having to create e-mail addresses that is similar to X's family member's name is plain stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is it meant to be some kinda lame attempt on threatening X that they know X well enough to know who his family is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me tell you that they will have to do better than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whoever who brings matters out of its rightful proportion is freakin' childish. Just because you cannot attack X on his own credibility (because he has NOTHING you can hold him against), you try to target his family instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Low. Totally LOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh well, what can I expect from people like them? They don't even have the balls to stand up to whatever that is that they believe. If they do not even have faith in what they think is right, how can they convince others?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s I know it's kinda obvious who X is, but still, I don't want to make it too obvious for those who do not know me personally. As for the act of intimidation, it's true. And guess who that "family member" is?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775195060947919964-3578458808772174990?l=an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3578458808772174990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775195060947919964&amp;postID=3578458808772174990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/3578458808772174990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/3578458808772174990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/2009/04/surat-layang.html' title='Surat Layang'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558202363527239432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15336612256514535246'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775195060947919964.post-2806088508893310940</id><published>2009-03-25T13:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:54:54.233+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>Newspapers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Newspapers have got to be the most ridiculous daily publication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, you don't believe me? Then get hold of any major newspapers. For that matter, get hold of ANY newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News? Plane crashes? Accidents? Murders?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sure, they're there all right, miniscule as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the headlines. What? Dato' Duku alleging Tan Sri Ciku of stealing rambutans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every newspaper, pages are filled with &lt;strike&gt;news&lt;/strike&gt; fights among politicians and political parties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Really, are they even NEWS? Would the lay person, like me, even be interested in who's defaming who?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm so sick with ESPECIALLY the local newspapers. Is there no end to political "debates" (more like childish fights)? You can do without reading the papers for a week, and when you do, the SAME issue will still be there. You wouldn't have missed a single thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not saying that reading about murders and rapes are all good. But at LEAST they concern the society at large as compared to who's fighting to win for the next election. Because it doesn't matter who wins. Whoever who win will STILL be the Government. Have you even heard of any form of Government being good? Have you heard of any politician who WANTS to be a politician to help the people? Of course that's what they ALL say, but really, is it not more for the fame and popularity, not to mention the perks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you genuinely want to help the people, you wouldn't have chosen to be a politician, because even an ignorant like me knows that there is no way you can do anything to change the present form of governance by joining them. Just a handful will not be enough to overturn this country's sick state of affair. No. It will take a revolution to change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right. I'm sidetracking. Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back to the newspapers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Which is WHY I absolutely hate it when people (namely: mom) ask me to read the papers. WTF, I don't care who's bashing up who in the Parliament!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But you're in the legal profession! Like it or not, you NEED to know what's happening to be at par with your peers!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I say, BLAA! I don't care. Fullstop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Besides, I don't need the papers to know about stupid events like a certain politician being suspended. We are humans. Things like this travel faster than I am able to finish a packet of nasi lemak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Newspaper: daily gossips that involve politicians instead of celebrities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775195060947919964-2806088508893310940?l=an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2806088508893310940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775195060947919964&amp;postID=2806088508893310940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/2806088508893310940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/2806088508893310940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/2009/03/newspapers.html' title='Newspapers'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558202363527239432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15336612256514535246'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775195060947919964.post-6198423713084720278</id><published>2009-03-23T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:33:28.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Monday Blues</title><content type='html'>I just wanna be at home and not do anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775195060947919964-6198423713084720278?l=an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6198423713084720278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775195060947919964&amp;postID=6198423713084720278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/6198423713084720278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/6198423713084720278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/2009/03/monday-blues.html' title='Monday Blues'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558202363527239432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15336612256514535246'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775195060947919964.post-264911104818411027</id><published>2009-03-18T12:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T12:37:55.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Dear BF,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss you. I know it's ridiculous since it's been only 4 days since we last spent time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But still, I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's funny to miss someone this much despite being in contact one way or another hourly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love makes a fool out of any persons. Love made me a fool for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the past, more often than not I was fooled into thinking that I was in love, only to realize that it was a mere crush. Nothing more than an infatuation, or maybe a very strong liking towards a person. But this liking fades every time problems arise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But you. It's real. No matter what had happened and what is going to happen, what I feel for you only grows stronger. Nevermind if a "happening" is good or bad. Towards the end, I will only feel an overwhelming love for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe this is why people say love is blind. I don't believe love is blind. Love is not blind. Which is why I love you. I love you because I can SEE that you genuinely care for me. I love you because I can SEE that you are someone whom I want to spend the rest of my life with. I love you because I can SEE and FEEL that you love me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Despite all the obstacles thrown at us, we have somehow made it through till today. I know that the future will not be smooth-sailing, but come what may, as long as we love each other and have faith in each other, we will eventually reach the end. Together. Hand in hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love you. Always have. Always will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Your GF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775195060947919964-264911104818411027?l=an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/264911104818411027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775195060947919964&amp;postID=264911104818411027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/264911104818411027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/264911104818411027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-bf.html' title='Dear BF,'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558202363527239432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15336612256514535246'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775195060947919964.post-1452111081324732295</id><published>2009-03-13T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T13:49:53.809+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><title type='text'>Quiz on Getting to Know Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties. &lt;em&gt;(Hmm... I can be a counselor...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes. &lt;em&gt;(The former is true, but why does it make me an attractive person? -.-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you meet that person. &lt;em&gt;(DAMN CHUN!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love. &lt;em&gt;(Need to ask the BF :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Your views on education:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can. &lt;em&gt;(This is more suitable to be my parents' views.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success. &lt;em&gt;(Guess I've made my choice eh?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success in your career is not the most important thing in life. You are content with what you have and think that being with someone you love is more than spending all of your precious time just working. &lt;em&gt;(Wow... Is is THAT obvious? Potential employers are going to throw my application out the window if they see this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear. &lt;em&gt;(Sadly, this is true. Need to totally change this.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve. &lt;em&gt;(I ALWAYS use my heart, which is my main problem. Blaa!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775195060947919964-1452111081324732295?l=an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1452111081324732295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775195060947919964&amp;postID=1452111081324732295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/1452111081324732295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/1452111081324732295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/2009/03/quiz-on-getting-to-know-myself.html' title='Quiz on Getting to Know Myself'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558202363527239432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15336612256514535246'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775195060947919964.post-4039248248538659578</id><published>2009-03-12T18:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:08:49.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Good Evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here I am. Waiting to go back home from work. Waiting for dad to come. With nothing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since I wrote a post when I came to work, I shall end my working day today with another post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Goodbye. Can't wait to go home. To be lazy. Can't wait. Argh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775195060947919964-4039248248538659578?l=an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4039248248538659578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775195060947919964&amp;postID=4039248248538659578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/4039248248538659578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/4039248248538659578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-evening.html' title='Good Evening'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558202363527239432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15336612256514535246'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775195060947919964.post-6670164724254252272</id><published>2009-03-12T08:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T08:58:17.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Random Rants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wait. Not good morning. Just morning will do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Random rants (and when I mean random, I mean TOTALLY random).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dislike waking up early to come to work. It's alright to wake up early without having to come to work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want my own car. I'm sick of not being able to be mobile. I don't like not having the freedom to move around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want more money. I've got so many things I want to buy but simply can't because I get this really little pay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish the BF is staying near me. Or working near me. Better still if both. I don't like the idea of getting to only spend time with him once a week. I'm so freakin' jealous over people who can travel to work with their partners and have lunch together every day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want a more dynamic life. My life is too routine even by my standard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate having to grow up! EVERYTHING sucks when you see the world in an old-ish perspective.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Work.Money.Routine.NoLife.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUCKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775195060947919964-6670164724254252272?l=an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6670164724254252272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775195060947919964&amp;postID=6670164724254252272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/6670164724254252272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/6670164724254252272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-rants.html' title='Random Rants'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558202363527239432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15336612256514535246'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775195060947919964.post-5664572138973386223</id><published>2009-03-10T13:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:59:02.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep thoughts'/><title type='text'>People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've always known that changes are inevitable. Well, what do you expect from growing up in a family that is totally devout to Buddhism?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Despite that, it can still scare me when I notice changes around me. More so when these changes are related to people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's sometimes bewildering how people change. I see friends from high school changing into totally different persons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The goodie-two-shoes changing into a rebel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The rebel changing to a goodie-two-shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The not-so-pretty changing to looking like models.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The non-academically-performing changing to a Masters holder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's creepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Admittedly, most of their lives have nothing to do with me. Good for them as long as they're happy with their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But it really saddens me to see some of them straying the wrong way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What happened to the sweet innocent girl I once knew? The girl whom everybody likes. With a sweet smile and a nice personality. A girl whom you simply cannot bring yourself to dislike. What happened?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's a pity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't understand. What's so good about being the way you are? For fame? For popularity? To see how many guys you can score?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At the end of the day, is that really how you want people to remember you? As the girl who slept with the most number of boys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fame and popularity can only last you this long, but the memory you leave behind will last you a lifetime, and maybe longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775195060947919964-5664572138973386223?l=an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5664572138973386223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775195060947919964&amp;postID=5664572138973386223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/5664572138973386223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/5664572138973386223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/2009/03/people.html' title='People'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558202363527239432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15336612256514535246'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775195060947919964.post-8601680263435830971</id><published>2009-03-04T13:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:08:55.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><title type='text'>Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need more money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay-lah, I don't REALLY need more money. I just want more money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because there are sssooo many things I WANT to buy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want a &lt;strong&gt;desktop&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want a &lt;strong&gt;new mobile phone&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want more &lt;strong&gt;shoes&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want more &lt;strong&gt;bags&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want more &lt;strong&gt;apparels&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want I want I want!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But the sad thing is, I only get like about RM500 a month. RM100 will be spent on my lunches at work alone, leaving me with only RM400.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;RM400 = RM100 a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOW THE HELL CAN I GET ANYTHING FOR THAT AMOUNT OF MONEY?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On food alone, I'll already be spending about RM50 for only one outing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Double sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't wait for my chambering period to be over. THEN I will be earning some REAL salary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Until then, I'll try very very hard to cut down on spending on things which I don't really want to enable me to get those I really do want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Note that I always use the word "want" and not need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Which makes me feel bad actually. With all these recession talks going on, I should be saving like a miser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But here I am with so many things I want to have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess this is the only reason keeping me back from splurging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That, plus I now know how difficult it is to EARN a living.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Working like a cow every day just for that amount of money... It's all sweat, blood and tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another problem: I need a car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My CLK (Cute Little Kenari) is in KL with bro. Now my family has only ONE car, the Vios. The car practically belongs to mom on weekdays, so I don't freakin' have a car to use now! Weekdays, mom. Weekends, parents. They won't be able to go anywhere without the car. So guess who's the last on the priority list?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really need a car. Mom keeps on saying that bro will be back by June, and so will the car. But the thing is, with bro back, he'll need a car too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So by hook or by crook, I will still need to get a new car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dad's quite alright with getting one, only mom goes on and on about wasting money on a new car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ANYWAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It doesn't matter who's going to get the new car. I wouldn't mind driving my CLK, really. But be it whosoever who is going to get the new car, chances are I will have to deal with the monthly instalments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tell me, where the hell am I going to have excess money to spend?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Woe is me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right now, I really wish that money can grow on trees. If that is possible, I'll use my Ahwu's poo, my TanTan's poo, hell even my own poo, to fertilize it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;钱不够用！！！ (Okay I don't know whether it's correct or not, but save to say, MONEY NO ENOUGH!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775195060947919964-8601680263435830971?l=an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8601680263435830971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775195060947919964&amp;postID=8601680263435830971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/8601680263435830971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/8601680263435830971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/2009/03/money.html' title='Money'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558202363527239432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15336612256514535246'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775195060947919964.post-2698109489814797450</id><published>2009-03-02T13:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:36:17.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow. A friend from high school got married last month. I was just informed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's my age, i.e. 23. Getting married at the age of 23... Well, it's not uncommon. In fact, it's the norm back during my parents' time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the average age people get married nowadays? 28? I don't know. I've seen people marrying at 23, and also people marrying at 35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I can't see myself getting married at this age. No. Not yet. Although there IS a part of me who actually wants to get married and settle down (and also so that I can spend most of my time with the BF :P), another part of me feels like we're not ready for such a commitment yet. Things are just not stable enough. I'm not talking about the relationship. We barely have our own careers, &lt;strike&gt;we &lt;/strike&gt;I have no savings whatsoever, etc. etc. etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So... HOW TO GET MARRIED LA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Marriage is a very expensive experience. Really. The money you fork out for the wedding ceremony itself. The dinner and all the relatives whom you are never close to to begin with (some whom you've never even met before zzzz). The honeymoon. EVERYTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know I sound a little bit too desperate when I said a part of me wants to get married. But hey, I'm a WOMAN! We all go through, at one point or another, this stage of wanting to have a family of our own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But maybe not until I'm at least 26 =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775195060947919964-2698109489814797450?l=an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2698109489814797450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775195060947919964&amp;postID=2698109489814797450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/2698109489814797450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/2698109489814797450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/2009/03/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558202363527239432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15336612256514535246'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7775195060947919964.post-7552530310128773118</id><published>2009-02-24T13:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:52:28.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Parting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A colleague is going to leave my work place by the end of this week. And because I'll be on leave from tomorrow till Friday, today's the last day I'll get to see him at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever since I've been here, quite a few has left. But none had any impact on me because I'm new and I've never really worked with them before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But this particular colleague. He was the one to bring me around the office and to introduce me to everyone. He helped me in so many ways that if not for him, I will be like a lost sheep out in the wild. He made my first experience at work easy. He is always ever ready to provide me with answers. Even when he doesn't have any, he'll make an effort to find out. He's helped me do my share of work when my hands were too tied up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And now he's leaving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bought him a farewell gift and a card. Just a little token of appreciation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really appreciate all the help and guidance he's provided me. Because of him, I now make it a point to make "newbies" at work feel at home, because he made me feel that way. So now I've made a vow to do the same kindness to those who need them. Those like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hanley, thank you so much for everything. I know I've thanked you in the card, but that does not even remotely reflect the gratitude I have for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you for all the help at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you for wasting my time talking about everything under the sun. Not that I'm complaining. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you for, once again, introducing me to the world of the INTERNETS! Oh, and also to Bushism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you for all the jokes you've cracked about Jeff Dunham and Walter and Homer and TeleTubbies and what-not. Look at all the amount of crap we've talked about and laughed over!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you for introducing me to MEE SOTONG at Esplanade!!! And also for the unforgettable memory of seeing you close to tears. Ngek ngek ngek!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you for making my "cheap labour" a pleasant one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And Ong Hanley, if ever you're reading this, I hope this is not the last time I'll be seeing you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good luck in your CLP! Yes, luck is ALL you need because the rest, you've taken care of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm definitely going to miss your presence at work. Now I'll have to get used to the empty space next to me and to have to suffer the ramblings of your GOOD FRIEND alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Crap, I hate you for leaving. :( And also for making me feel all sentimental. Grrr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7775195060947919964-7552530310128773118?l=an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7552530310128773118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7775195060947919964&amp;postID=7552530310128773118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/7552530310128773118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7775195060947919964/posts/default/7552530310128773118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://an-untitled-blog.blogspot.com/2009/02/parting.html' title='Parting'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08558202363527239432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15336612256514535246'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>