<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:29:40.537+08:00</updated><category term='ah dear'/><category term='IMF'/><category term='dramas'/><category term='Singapore'/><category term='jay'/><category term='books'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='scruffy'/><category term='Good Food'/><category term='baffling'/><category term='gleeful'/><category term='science fiction'/><title type='text'>UnReaL</title><subtitle type='html'>Unreal is the life i have.. things jus seems to go by without me having an inkling of understanding.. why?? i always ask.. and the answer is always the same.. .. ..
i have no idea..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>641</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-6251053329513325395</id><published>2010-04-16T18:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T18:29:13.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>莫名</title><content type='html'>莫名的感动•••&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;莫名的悲伤•••&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;莫名的激动•••&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;莫名的愤怒•••&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;莫名的无奈•••&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就是没有莫名的快乐。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-6251053329513325395?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/6251053329513325395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=6251053329513325395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/6251053329513325395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/6251053329513325395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='莫名'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-3997883328571287950</id><published>2010-03-12T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T13:06:04.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Life Less Ordinary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;I&amp;#8217;ve never wanted an ordinary life, yet my greatest joy comes from the most ordinary things in life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;It&amp;#8217;s tiring to be me, too much contradictions and too many masks. At times I dun even know who I am. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;There was a time where I believed that I could be myself, no mask, no pretending, just being myself through and through&amp;#8230; and then I realized just how naïve I was. There&amp;#8217;s no such thing as being yourself, there&amp;#8217;s always roles to fit in , characters to act out. Even when you&amp;#8217;re alone, you try to be the person which you want to be and not the person you really are.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;*tired&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;I&amp;#8217;ve been in limbo for the longest time, over the one issue that can make or break it all. I still cannot make the decision and sooner or later, something will come along and force my hand. My decision will be something which a lot of people cannot accept, but they are not me, how they even start to comprehend how I feel? I&amp;#8217;ve been playing many roles and I know my limits, that particular role is something which I cannot excel in, I&amp;#8217;m just not made out for it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;Evolution has its way of weeding out the weak. I was never a strong person to start with.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;I just have to be prepared when everything starts to crumble. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:3.0pt'&gt;Will you be with me when it happens?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-3997883328571287950?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/3997883328571287950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=3997883328571287950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/3997883328571287950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/3997883328571287950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-less-ordinary.html' title='A Life Less Ordinary'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-6432763643816588397</id><published>2010-03-01T11:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T11:07:15.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not there..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Monotype Corsiva"'&gt;Do not stand at my grave and weep,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Monotype Corsiva"'&gt;I am not there; I do not sleep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Monotype Corsiva"'&gt;I am a thousand winds that blow, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Monotype Corsiva"'&gt;I am the diamond that glints on snow.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Monotype Corsiva"'&gt;I am the sun on ripen grain,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Monotype Corsiva"'&gt;I am the gentle autumn rain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Monotype Corsiva"'&gt;When you awaken in the morning,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Monotype Corsiva"'&gt;I am the swift uplifting rush&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Monotype Corsiva"'&gt;Of quiet birds in circling flight.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Monotype Corsiva"'&gt;I am the soft starlight at night.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Monotype Corsiva"'&gt;Do not stand at my grave and cry,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:"Monotype Corsiva"'&gt;I am not there; I did not die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;color:blue'&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Monotype Corsiva";color:blue'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-6432763643816588397?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/6432763643816588397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=6432763643816588397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/6432763643816588397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/6432763643816588397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-not-there.html' title='I am not there..'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-5355425019123987999</id><published>2009-10-06T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T10:43:10.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil...</title><content type='html'>Evil No. 1: Esprit Sales&lt;br&gt;Even on normal days, Esprit have a corner which have all the sales items.. When it&amp;#39;s normal priced, I find EDC clothes abit too ex, I just can&amp;#39;t fork out 50 bucks for a tee, it&amp;#39;s way too much. But after a few month, they would mark down the price and how can I resist a EDC tee going for 20 bucks?!&lt;br&gt;So mei and I went over to Esprit last weekend and spend almost 200 bucks.. hai.. we just cannot resist sales.&lt;p&gt;Evil No. 2: Nail Polish websites&lt;br&gt;This is bad, very bad.. I got introduced to a few great sites like Scrangie and Polish Mayhem.. I dunno where they get the time to try out so many nail polishes!!! And all of them are like so nice! And since ah dear is going to US soon, I&amp;#39;m preparing my nail polish shopping list already :p there&amp;#39;s just too many to buy and I dun have enough space to keep them all!&lt;p&gt;Evil No. 3: The Paper Market&lt;br&gt;Now this is just pure evil.. first the catchy name, Paper Market.. Paper Market, it must sell paper! I&amp;#39;m always wary of scrapping supply stores, I dun wanna start something which I cannot stop, crystals are bad enough, but scrapping?! I&amp;#39;m thankful they have so much supplies then I sorta got lost and decided to give up. &lt;br&gt;Scrapping materials are not cheap and my crystal hobby is already a pretty pricey one.&lt;br&gt;And then this Paper Market comes up, right next to the escalator at Raffles City! How can I not go in?? How can I resist all the stickers and papers and cute little stuff!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-5355425019123987999?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/5355425019123987999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=5355425019123987999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/5355425019123987999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/5355425019123987999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2009/10/evil.html' title='Evil...'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-1018707924517353371</id><published>2009-09-22T18:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:46:09.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No to LUP</title><content type='html'>My house is up for upgrading and we agreed to say NO to LUP (Lift Upgrading Program). &lt;p&gt;Simple reason:&lt;br&gt;1. I dun want the house to be dusty for the next say 1~2 years.&lt;br&gt;2. The renovation will disturb Scruffy&amp;#39;s afternoon nap.&lt;br&gt;3. Why should I pay for someone else&amp;#39;s mistake? There&amp;#39;s supposed to be lifts on every single floor as a fire safety rule, if &amp;quot;someone&amp;quot; conveniently forgets about it, is that my problem? &lt;p&gt;So there, no I do not want lift upgrading, please don&amp;#39;t come disturb my life and I am NOT going to pay for YOUR mistake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-1018707924517353371?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/1018707924517353371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=1018707924517353371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/1018707924517353371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/1018707924517353371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-to-lup.html' title='No to LUP'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-1035171310330716967</id><published>2009-08-26T17:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:57:18.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>It&amp;#39;s not easy to build and it&amp;#39;s easy to be destroyed.&lt;p&gt;After all that had happened, it&amp;#39;s really hard for me to trust again. In the first place, I never really like the idea of trusting people, bad experience in the past had made me trust no one but myself.. But sooner or later, I have to learn to trust someone again and I&amp;#39;ve decided that he&amp;#39;s worth my trust.. Guess my judgment wasn&amp;#39;t fantastic and he had disappointed me time and again.&lt;p&gt;I can forgive but I cannot forget what had happened. I just cannot trust him as much as I did in the past..&lt;p&gt;I dun think he understands that.. I think he have no idea why I was so pissed last night. Just 2 weeks ago he lied to me about going to Sentosa with his friend, does he seriously expect me to believe that he went to Sentosa with his friends yesterday? And he could not even bother to call me if I had not called him. &lt;p&gt;Then he stayed out late without even bothering to inform me about it. For all I know, he could have died on the way home, but what do I know?&lt;p&gt;I dunno what to say, I dunno what to think. If he cannot understand how I feel, that I think there&amp;#39;s no point in apologizing coz it&amp;#39;s just empty words. I dun need apologies, I need action and I&amp;#39;m not seeing anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-1035171310330716967?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/1035171310330716967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=1035171310330716967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/1035171310330716967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/1035171310330716967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2009/08/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-4470589776885080122</id><published>2009-08-14T12:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T12:56:31.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Speak</title><content type='html'>You and me, we used to be together &lt;br&gt;Everyday together always &lt;br&gt;I really feel that I&amp;#39;m losing my best friend &lt;br&gt;I can&amp;#39;t believe this could be the end &lt;br&gt;It looks as though you&amp;#39;re letting go &lt;br&gt;And if it&amp;#39;s real, well I don&amp;#39;t want to know &lt;p&gt;Don&amp;#39;t speak, I know just what you&amp;#39;re saying&lt;br&gt;So please stop explaining, don&amp;#39;t tell me cause it hurts &lt;br&gt;Don&amp;#39;t speak, I know what you&amp;#39;re thinking &lt;br&gt;I don&amp;#39;t need your reasons, don&amp;#39;t tell me cause it hurts&lt;br&gt;Sometimes words are really not enough.. sometimes it&amp;#39;s better just to let go and move on.. It hurts, but I can cope with it. I have not hurt so bad since the last breakup, but the hurt cannot break me, I&amp;#39;m a survivor, life still goes on, whether we like it or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-4470589776885080122?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/4470589776885080122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=4470589776885080122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/4470589776885080122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/4470589776885080122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-speak.html' title='Don&apos;t Speak'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-7808202364146478629</id><published>2009-08-13T19:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T19:48:30.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope.. Disappointment.. Pain</title><content type='html'>I managed to get through the whole day like normal, like nothing has happened.. only one of my closer colleague knew what happened, and I can still joke with her when I told her the story..&lt;p&gt;But when Jun, Xuan and Mei asked me what happened, the tears cannot stop.. It fucking hurts.. It hurts coz I know it hurts them to see me like so.. &lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m trying to cope.. I&amp;#39;m trying to manage.. I&amp;#39;m just trying to go on like nothing has happened.. but it did happened, and not only once.. one bitten, twice shy.. and it&amp;#39;s not even twice, there may be so many more times that I do not know about.&lt;p&gt;He always say he knows me well, that one look at me and he can tell what I&amp;#39;m thinking.. WELL I know him well too, I knew something was up, I just knew it.. and I had to go find out because I was stupid enough to hope that I can prove myself wrong. So stupid.. Hope is for the naive, I&amp;#39;m nearing 30, I should had known better. It&amp;#39;s so so stupid of me.&lt;p&gt;No Hope = No Disappointment = No Pain&lt;p&gt;Silence is golden, ignorance is bliss.. I really do not want to know anything else.. no more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-7808202364146478629?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/7808202364146478629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=7808202364146478629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/7808202364146478629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/7808202364146478629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2009/08/hope-disappointment-pain.html' title='Hope.. Disappointment.. Pain'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-1603635088492114768</id><published>2009-07-23T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:37:10.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Luck...</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#0000ff size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=062073102-23072009&gt;11 years ago, I stayed overnight at NP (I think so..)  waiting for the total solar eclipse, just before the eclipse hits maximum,  clouds started to gather and it started raining.. One whole night's wait for  nothing..&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#0000ff size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=062073102-23072009&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#0000ff size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=062073102-23072009&gt;11 years later, I stayed up late to make my pinhole  camera, trying to think of the best location to view the solar eclipse at my  office. Even before the eclipse started, clouds gathered and it started to pour.  One whole night's work for nothing..&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#0000ff size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=062073102-23072009&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#0000ff size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=062073102-23072009&gt;What can I say?? I simply have no luck when it comes to  eclipse.. But at least I managed to catch the repeat telecast of the event in  China, it's so damn cool!! the whole sky turning dark.. now when will such an  event happen again?? Will I ever get to see a total solar  eclipse??&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=OutlookMessageHeader dir=ltr align=left&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;IMG src="cid:_2_05C6075005C60430000331DA482575FC"&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=062073102-23072009&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" color=#0000ff size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;IMG src="cid:_2_05C6155405C60430000331DA482575FC"&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"  size=3&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-1603635088492114768?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/1603635088492114768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=1603635088492114768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/1603635088492114768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/1603635088492114768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-luck.html' title='No Luck...'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-238229270949467729</id><published>2009-07-03T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T13:43:35.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just be a man</title><content type='html'>Some people are just wuss, they just cannot behave like a proper man, I would not be surprised if they do not have balls.&lt;p&gt;Recently I made a mistake at work, it&amp;#39;s a quite a big mistake and customer suffered loss due to my mistake. So I did what I had to do apologize and promise to be more careful next time. I&amp;#39;m not being particularly brave or courageous, I&amp;#39;m just doing what is needed in order to move on. &lt;p&gt;But some people just cannot do that, they have to argue argue argue until the birds go home and still they would not admit that it&amp;#39;s their fault. What&amp;#39;s the difference between 10,000 and 19000? A whole world of difference. But not according to that shithead in penang.. I can&amp;#39;t say this to him directly but here is what I want to say to him..&lt;p&gt;Dearest Shithead,&lt;p&gt;I would like you to take your hands then put it into your hands, I think you might not find any balls there. Please, be a man and admit that your guys have made a mistake. It&amp;#39;s a mistake but it&amp;#39;s not a mistake which will kill anyone, no matter how you try to bullshit, bullshit is still bullshit. &lt;p&gt;We&amp;#39;re not 3-year olds, we do know bullshit when we see it. Can you please bite the bullet, admit that you guys had made a mistake so that we can move on. Why do you have to create so much shit that I have to go talk to your boss? Why are you wasting so much time writing bullshit emails when we can just move on and get more things done.&lt;p&gt;We&amp;#39;re all humans, we understand that people make mistake. Move on, stop trying to push the blame, just be a man and grow balls.&lt;p&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br&gt;Jayce-who-takes-no-shit-from-no-one&lt;p&gt;Reminder to self: Must go temple this weekend to da xiao ren.. too many xiao ren around liao..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-238229270949467729?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/238229270949467729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=238229270949467729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/238229270949467729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/3598982713/" title="DSC_0098 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3622/3598982713_f54893d4fd_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="DSC_0098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/3598970859/" title="P1000532 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3384/3598970859_7f83ab7a74_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="P1000532" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/3599788330/" title="P1000546 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3401/3599788330_f427b0b33e_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="P1000546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/3599774180/" title="P1000528 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2450/3599774180_2d7554faa7_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="P1000528" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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type='text'>So where is the man?</title><content type='html'>There are stupid commercials and there are STUPID commercials.. On par with the Discovery Channel commercial (the only-we-can-save-the-world, when it's WE who are destroying the world) which I really really hate, the recent dengue commercial featuring Ivy Lee really got on my nerves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when did locally produced commercials invade my precious cable TV?!?&lt;br /&gt;So the commercial started blabbering about how working mums would be affected when their children gets sick with dengue, how they have to cope with the stress of taking care of their child and handling their work at the same time. Fuck, where's the fucking father? You mean the father is not responsible for taking care of the child? You mean the father, other than fathering the child, have nothing to do with the child's welfare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I have beef with all the recent dengue advertisements, be it on TV or on the bus, almost all of it places the responsibility on the mother.. For goodness sake, take a look around the people you know, who cleans the house and takes care of the children, it's either the maid or the grandparents, how many mothers really stay home to take care of their kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate the way the "traditional" role of the wife is being portrayed. Why must the woman be the one taking care of the child, why is the mum responsible when the child gets sick, aren't we talking about equality here? Can't the father take care of the children as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I found out that single mums are not entitled to maternity leave.. That is simply unfair, are they not having children which the government so desires? Aren't they the one who need the maternity leave more than normal woman coz they have to take care of the child themselves? On one hand you want more births, on the other hand you refuse to offer help to people who fall through the cracks and yet decide to have children. It's just slapping themselves in the face.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know what "traditional" family values are, but tradition is a moving concept, it changes with time. Just like same-sex parents, whoever said that "abnormal" families cannot raise decent children who can be a positive contribution to society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I feel the need to move out of the country. I do not have love for Singapore, it's just a place I happen to be born in, when I retire, I'm leaving this place for good. Singapore is a place with no culture, no history, nothing to remember, nothing to hold on to. It's simply a place to make money and then scram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no Singaporean identity, there is no Singaporean value, the only kind of mentality we have is that as long as we earn money, nothing else matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now the choice of retiring is either Taiwan, maybe in Kaoshiung or Taichung, or Canada. I want to live in a place where there's culture, where people respects each other, where I can lead a peaceful life without having to worry what other scheme the government is coming up to take my money away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore, I will be happy to get rid of you from my identity one day. For now, I would keep your passport coz it's convenient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-9105195849667074808?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/9105195849667074808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=9105195849667074808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/9105195849667074808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/9105195849667074808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-where-is-man.html' title='So where is the man?'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-4973734681430834635</id><published>2009-05-14T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T10:45:07.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the way I like it</title><content type='html'>I was just telling Ah Dear yesterday on how much I like our current life, we do whatever we want, whenever we want to.&lt;p&gt;We can eat out as and when we like it; or we can cook dinner if we want to.&lt;br&gt;We can go out and stay out late; or we can go home straight after work and reach home before 7.&lt;br&gt;We can splurge and buy anything we like as long as we dun bust our credit card.&lt;br&gt;We can go traveling as and when we like since my mei is always available to help us take care of my precious daughter, plus son, plus unknown-sex child, plus a dozen sex-changing prawns and fish, plus our two new cute little boys (white-face robo!! super duper kawaii~)&lt;br&gt;And the most important thing, we can buy any pet we like and no one can object to it! &lt;p&gt;So the latest addition to our family are our two white-face robos!!! Dun ask me to spell the whole thing, I have no idea how to spell it.. I only know that they are 1 month old and super cute!! I do have a question, why does hamsters like to run in their wheels.. they&amp;#39;re not getting anywhere, why waste the energy?&lt;p&gt;And my Muah Chee and Fen Yuan (the pearl in bubble tea) is super cute!! When I first got them, I was holding on to one of them (dun ask me which one, they look exactly the same), trying to take photos.. suddenly he started to push all the food out from his cheeks!! I think he&amp;#39;s trying to offer me food so that I would like him go :p Shall post the picture some other day (lazy to upload as usual..)&lt;p&gt;This is one of the reasons why I choose to get married, the freedom of leading my very own life with the person who loves and understands me better than anyone else in the world..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-4973734681430834635?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/4973734681430834635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=4973734681430834635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/4973734681430834635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/4973734681430834635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-way-i-like-it.html' title='Just the way I like it'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-8998554391916393739</id><published>2009-05-12T21:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:11:20.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaction Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I find it kinda funny that our flu pandemic measures only kicked in AFTER the alert is being lowered yellow..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Too big? Too much red tape? &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;***&lt;br&gt;Have I become a less angry person lately? I think not.. I just dun have the impulse to blog everything out, plus I rather spend time with my hubby more than anything, I choose not to spend time blogging.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;***&lt;br&gt;As usual I dun read the papers, it&amp;#39;s just propaganda.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;As usual I dun watch local TV, time is precious and I&amp;#39;ve got my House MD, CSI, Bai Quan Nu Wang, Quan Ming Zui Da Dang, I&amp;#39;m not going to waste time on the &amp;quot;big productions&amp;quot; of the year, I have better things to do. And the star awards.. what&amp;#39;s the point of competing with people in the same company? Oh well.. they can only try.. and I can continue to watch my cable tv.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-8998554391916393739?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/8998554391916393739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=8998554391916393739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/8998554391916393739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/8998554391916393739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2009/05/reaction-time.html' title='Reaction Time'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-7578444587189097705</id><published>2009-04-24T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:39:14.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Atas Breakfast</title><content type='html'>This is probably gonna be one of our most expensive brekkie &lt;b&gt;ever&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/3470216369/" title="P1000517 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3526/3470216369_d756a7bc98.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="P1000517" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.. starting from the cheapest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some italian bread - $3.60&lt;br /&gt;Sundried tomato - $6&lt;br /&gt;Extra virgin olive oil - $12&lt;br /&gt;Harrods Earl Grey teabags - $15&lt;br /&gt;16 years Balsamic vinegar - $48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in the picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple baked ham - $12&lt;br /&gt;Streaky bacon - $6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that my Ah Dear is suddenly feeling rich?? But the vinegar is really good!! The shop had some real interesting oils and vinegar, I tried a combination of pumpkin oil and apple vinegar, absolutely amazing, but each is at least 40 bucks! We're feeling rich but not &lt;i&gt;that rich&lt;/i&gt; :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so looking forward to our brekkie tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-7578444587189097705?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/7578444587189097705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=7578444587189097705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/7578444587189097705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/7578444587189097705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2009/04/atas-breakfast.html' title='Atas Breakfast'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3526/3470216369_d756a7bc98_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-1782702540859900581</id><published>2009-04-23T17:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:44:32.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taiwan Trip 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" size=2&gt;What can I say? I just love Taiwan.. though  this trip was a disaster from the start, but at least&amp;nbsp;we were&amp;nbsp;in  Taiwan :p Ah Dear and I are making some plans for our future, and it could jolly  well include Taiwan :p Tentative plans at the moment, but who knows what the  future holds..&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3332/3424444834_c2680833ce_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3376/3424447578_c61e79a245_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3662/3424448654_b1e67ba13e_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3649/3423644139_6315bb79b7_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" size=2&gt;This was a family trip, me, ah dear, my mum,  dajie and grandma.. really xin ku ah dear le, being the only guy around.. well,  it's nice traveling with family, but then.. .. .. well there's always a first  :p&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" size=2&gt;First stop was to Hong Kong for the transit,  then it's off to Kaoshiung. I dun like transit flights, though the tickets are  cheap, it's so tiring!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" size=2&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3312/3423650685_153d848738_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3576/3423651723_5af0552763_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3583/3424461128_a34fe8cef9_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3344/3423656371_a4477dda75_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" size=2&gt;Kaoshiung is so unlike Taipei, for one,  there's so much less people around! Plus things are like super cheap!! We had Ru  Wei (something like Yong Tau Fu) and I remember I had it in Taipei and just a  few stuff cost almost 10 bucks.. Over in Kaoshiung, we had 2 HUGE bowls and it's  less than 20 bucks!!! cheap cheap cheap!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;We only spent 2 days in  Kaohiung, so we didn't get to see much, only managed to go around the city area  and visit Dream Mall. Oh, we went to the local market (not the first that we  will visit) and visited a few temples..&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3640/3424466632_25da53c960_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3361/3423663699_8e3ab92e10_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3562/3424467822_3951753ba0_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3391/3423666841_23be6c1176_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;Ah dear and I visited Ai He in the evening, the rest refused to  go out coz it was so cold but we had to go take a look at the river and try out  the boat ride.. The weather was crazy in Taiwan, it's supposed to be spring and  the weather should start to warm up, but it's super darn cold most of the time!!  Worse is the difference in temperature, the daytime could be a comfortable 25  degrees and at night it falls to 14 degrees!! We were totally unprepared for the  cold weather!!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3371/3423671615_0a00714bf9_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3589/3423674073_45fc07fa41_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3614/3424482914_5a1b9d5b02_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3639/3424483842_425772bcd2_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3559/3423677539_3e63428acf_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;Then we walked over to the Urban Spotlight, it's not a big area  but the lights are really pretty. Actually Kaoshiung is full of pretty lights!!  Oh, the mask actually helps keep my face and nose warm :p&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3191/3423682631_6171bc02b4_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3662/3423685567_be89e0e6bd_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;This is a train station.. I think it's Mei Li Dao Zhan,  literally meaning beautiful island station.. It's darn pretty!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" size=2&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3557/3424494924_0bbac1e9a7_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3646/3424496196_32299a492c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" size=2&gt;My spoils from Kaohiung :p Ah dear was  eyeing my new bunny and kitty.. yea, the brown, pink and blue thing at the right  hand corner is a kitty :p I actually got it for Ah dear's nephew but ah dear  became too attached to the kitty and so it's at home with us right now :p It's  damn cut and it's made from socks!! so unimaginatively, the kitty's name is  Socks :p oh the bunny is with my mei now..&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;After 2 nights in Kaoshiung,  it's onto the High Speed Rail and to Alishan&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3537/3424631848_067d366090_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3617/3424633036_7db8379883_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3211/3423838333_a86676030d_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Trebuchet MS" size=2&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3337/3424635572_3beb059d72_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3389/3423830169_b1444b0e69_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3538/3423821179_d37f3692e2_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" size=2&gt;First stop was to Fen Chi Hu.. it was  foggy!! the place was like in the clouds.. the bian dang is yummy as usual :p  Then after lunch and some shopping around, it's the train ride up to Alishan.  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" size=2&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3316/3424647056_9898280e50_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3545/3424649452_a3422167f3_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" size=2&gt;Doggy!! looking out in the mist.. so cool  right.. then it's one happy family, daddy, mummy and baby :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" size=2&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3302/3424654110_0393100269.jpg"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Trebuchet MS" size=2&gt;The train ride up to Alishan is  seriously overrated! It's just a train ride and all we see are trees trees  trees.. boring.. and it's not a very comfortable ride..&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;(to be  continued...)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-1782702540859900581?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/1782702540859900581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=1782702540859900581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/1782702540859900581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/1782702540859900581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2009/04/taiwan-trip-2009.html' title='Taiwan Trip 2009'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3332/3424444834_c2680833ce_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-7978053727764501283</id><published>2009-03-19T20:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:18:34.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid stupid stupid</title><content type='html'>I ask you not to call, then you really dun call.. so when I ask you to go bang your head against the wall, would you do that??&lt;p&gt;S.T.U.P.I.D.&lt;br&gt;S.T.U.P.I.D.&lt;br&gt;S.T.U.P.I.D.&lt;br&gt;S.T.U.P.I.D.&lt;br&gt;S.T.U.P.I.D.&lt;br&gt;S.T.U.P.I.D.&lt;br&gt;S.T.U.P.I.D.&lt;br&gt;S.T.U.P.I.D.&lt;br&gt;S.T.U.P.I.D.&lt;br&gt;S.T.U.P.I.D.&lt;p&gt;Fine, whatever.. I have better things to do.. like my work, which sucks at the moment but it&amp;#39;s waaaaay better than that &amp;amp;^%&amp;amp;^$&amp;amp;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;br&gt;My colleague received flowers today, it&amp;#39;s the 4th year she&amp;#39;s together with her bf.. why are things so different right now? Why? I know I have changed, but have I really become so indifferent?&lt;p&gt;I hate feelings.. I absolutely hate feelings.. My dream is to become a robot, void of all feelings, every decision I make will be based on logical deductions.. Feelings only make people hurt, becoming a robot helps reduce the hurt to zero.. I&amp;#39;m already halfway there, soon I will be there and I would had attained my dreams..&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;s useless to be human, we&amp;#39;re useless to the world. We breed like vermin and people cannot understand that we&amp;#39;re overpopulated and that sooner or later, the world is going to end because of our irrational behavior. Being rational is the way to go, once you get rid of all feelings, once you become rational, things will become so much clearer..&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;s time to cull the human race, but since killing is murder, we should simply just control the number of births.. Only rigid control can save this world.. or is it too late already? This is a sick sick world, all because of this animal called human.. we&amp;#39;re like virus, we invade, we kill, we destroy, nothing is left untouched.&lt;p&gt;We&amp;#39;re condemned.. we&amp;#39;re a condemned race.. does it matter if we die out sooner than later?&lt;p&gt;No more feelings.. no more thoughts.. no more hurt.. no more life.. no more pain.. .. no more..&lt;p&gt;We were nothing and we always go back to being nothing.. Nothing is worth cherishing.. Nothing is worth the pain.. Nothing is worth the wait.. Nothing is worth everything.. .. .. .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-7978053727764501283?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/7978053727764501283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=7978053727764501283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/7978053727764501283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/7978053727764501283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2009/03/stupid-stupid-stupid.html' title='Stupid stupid stupid'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-8341362281566847546</id><published>2009-03-19T15:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T15:27:26.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upsetting..</title><content type='html'>Seriously it doesn&amp;#39;t pay to be nice; it doesn&amp;#39;t pay to think for other people; it doesn&amp;#39;t pay to want to help someone else..&lt;p&gt;All these are just a waste of time and when you offer to help, all you will get is one nasty shock.&lt;p&gt;I shall not stick my nose into other people&amp;#39;s business, I shall keep my nose to my face and keep it clean from all the shit that I would get if I stick my nose into their business. If they want to screw things up, it&amp;#39;s their choice, not mine. I shall wash my hands clean.&lt;p&gt;No more meddling in other people&amp;#39;s business. &lt;p&gt;I shall just take care of myself and that&amp;#39;s it... wait a minute, I change my mind, I shall take care of myself plus my mum, dad, dajie, kor and mei, that&amp;#39;s the way things should be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-8341362281566847546?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/8341362281566847546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=8341362281566847546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/8341362281566847546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/8341362281566847546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2009/03/upsetting.html' title='Upsetting..'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-7447089138056593225</id><published>2009-03-14T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:39:39.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>Wrong wrong wrong..</title><content type='html'>This is so wrong.. Why the hell do we want to have a whale shark in a fish tank? No matter how big an aquarium is, it's still a bloody tank and it's wrong to keep such magnificent animals all trapped in such a tiny place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're talking about creature who roams the ocean; we're talking about creature who swims miles and miles everyday.. and you want to keep them in a teeny tank?! Can I keep the spokesperson in a storeroom (I'm talking about HDB storeroom) for a week and see jus how he feels..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it brings in curious onlookers, but at what cost? Are we so desperate that we need such gimmicks to attract tourists?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so wrong.. just look at killer whales, have you ever seen a killer whale with bent dorsal fin? It's just sad.. and how many whale sharks actually survive in captivity? We're not even talking about breeding here, we're just talking about survival. If the whale shark cannot even survive in capitvity, how dare you even talk about conservation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they even know what conservation is about?! You catch a creature, you tear them away from their natural environment, you put them up for display and you call that conservation?! Fine, we shall not keep the spokesperson in capitivity this time, why not we put his children in in a glass tank and then tell we're just trying to protect them, just see how he will feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money is not the all important thing in life, there's so much more things that are important but somehow the people up there, you know the &lt;em&gt;people in white&lt;/em&gt; just have no idea.. to them money is everything.. money money money.. how dare the &lt;em&gt;people in white &lt;/em&gt;blame video games for all the recent events, they have to blame their policies, their it's sucess-or-nothing policies which pushes people to extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again it's wrong.. sign the petition.. &lt;a href="http://whalesharkpetition.com/default.aspx"&gt;http://whalesharkpetition.com/default.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.sg.msn.com/Regional/article.aspx?cp-documentid=2785429"&gt;http://news.sg.msn.com/Regional/article.aspx?cp-documentid=2785429&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Animal welfare groups oppose whale sharks at Singapore casino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Seven local and international animal welfare groups have launched an online campaign opposing plans by a Singapore casino developer to import whale sharks for its planned aquarium. ... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-7447089138056593225?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/7447089138056593225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=7447089138056593225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/7447089138056593225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/7447089138056593225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2009/03/wrong-wrong-wrong.html' title='Wrong wrong wrong..'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-3763776305460120934</id><published>2009-03-10T13:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:28:10.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's stupid and there's STUPID</title><content type='html'>Why why why? I think I&amp;#39;m just a magnet for stupidity..&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;s my fault that the Thailand mobile network is not good?! Oh wow, I didn&amp;#39;t know that I have such amazing powers.. my dear.. ur account is not that fantastic, I&amp;#39;m going out of my way to help you. I also cannot understand why a professional like you dunno how basic things work.. maybe it&amp;#39;s just below you ya..&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;s my fault that I&amp;#39;m an ignorant mortal and you&amp;#39;re an omnipotent god.. I&amp;#39;m sorry I&amp;#39;m born this way..&lt;p&gt;duh.. double duh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-3763776305460120934?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/3763776305460120934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=3763776305460120934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/3763776305460120934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/3763776305460120934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2009/03/theres-stupid-and-theres-stupid.html' title='There&apos;s stupid and there&apos;s STUPID'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-8963280694024600996</id><published>2009-03-02T11:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:23:12.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stumbling and Fumbling</title><content type='html'>What a start to the new week and the new month.. let&amp;#39;s see what happened just this morning..&lt;p&gt;1. I dropped my phone *heart-pain*&lt;br&gt;2. I dropped my eyeliner&lt;br&gt;3. I dropped my earrings&lt;br&gt;4. I dropped my necklace&lt;br&gt;5. I almost fell down 3 times while working to work&lt;p&gt;Yah.. I&amp;#39;m a klutz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-8963280694024600996?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/8963280694024600996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=8963280694024600996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/8963280694024600996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/8963280694024600996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2009/03/stumbling-and-fumbling.html' title='Stumbling and Fumbling'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-8904370000877186810</id><published>2009-02-16T16:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:54:37.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When things are meant to be..</title><content type='html'>.. they will always happen..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-8904370000877186810?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/8904370000877186810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=8904370000877186810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/8904370000877186810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/8904370000877186810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-things-are-meant-to-be.html' title='When things are meant to be..'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-3792298103932267751</id><published>2009-02-15T01:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:35:58.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How hard can planning be?</title><content type='html'>I dun understand why they can never seem to be able to coordinate and&lt;br&gt;plan something properly. Everytime when I thought there&amp;#39;s something,&lt;br&gt;it turns out to be nothing. Is it that difficult to open their mouths&lt;br&gt;and ask?&lt;p&gt;The indecisive-ness irks me, sometimes u dun have to please everyone&lt;br&gt;and keep trying to accommodate to them, jus decide and let the others&lt;br&gt;accommodate you. And why bother asking if i&amp;#39;m free when u already&lt;br&gt;assume i&amp;#39;m busy and change ur time to accommodate me.&lt;p&gt;Nice is one thing, thoughful is also one thing, but when I turn up for&lt;br&gt;a non-event, now that seriously is a waste of my time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-3792298103932267751?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/3792298103932267751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=3792298103932267751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/3792298103932267751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/3792298103932267751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-hard-can-planning-be.html' title='How hard can planning be?'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-1997252076062325372</id><published>2009-02-13T16:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T16:09:29.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma&gt;I'm not usual superstitious, but sometimes I  cannot help being superstitious.. Everything that can go &lt;STRONG&gt;wrong&lt;/STRONG&gt;  just went&lt;STRONG&gt; wrong&lt;/STRONG&gt;...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Today is a absolutely  &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;horrid day&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;.. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma&gt;The morning started out wrong when my morning  schedule is disrupted, I have a pretty serious case of OCD in the morning, I  have to do my wake-up-routine in this particular manner or I'll get really  upset.. It's no one's fault but I would feel like the whole world had done me  wrong.. I'm not a morning person, never was, is not, and never will be..  Mornings are meant to be spent in bed, not waking up to go to work.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Then  first thing I came into the office, that stupid PA bitch came bugging me.. Ok..  it's my fault that her boss forgets his ATM PIN, yes it's my fault, it's my  fault that he has so much money, works in such a high position and yet cannot  use an ATM properly, it's all my fault. Then the other PA have to come bug me,  at least this PA is polite, just a little more kancheong.. I must go ask Tian's  bf about people working in that company, I really dunno what's wrong with them..  It's always them..&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Then my authorizer happily type type type and  authorized something which I wanted her to reject &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;" Win lor.. I have  call this person -&amp;gt; email her -&amp;gt; get directed to another person -&amp;gt; sent  another email -&amp;gt; receive an email -&amp;gt; sent another email before finally  correcting the mistake which was not mine to begin with.. argh...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Then  people keep calling and calling and calling.. I call them, they dun pick up,  when I'm on another call then they call me.. argh!!! Then they call, they ask me  stupid questions which they could easily have gotten the answers by looking at  our website or calling our hotline..&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;And when I finally had time to go  for lunch, I can actually buy something, pay for it and happily forgot to pick  it up..&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;I win, I'm simply amazing and this is such an amazing  day..&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-1997252076062325372?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/1997252076062325372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=1997252076062325372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/1997252076062325372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/1997252076062325372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-99146304343577170</id><published>2009-02-05T16:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:54:35.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a DILDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#33ccff&gt;Double Income, Little Dog  Owner&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#33ccff&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3495/3184093436_30a2bc1f2a_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3399/3183256087_40c7953870_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3123/3140671818_da917f339c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3290/3139841623_f624331940_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-99146304343577170?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/99146304343577170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=99146304343577170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/99146304343577170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/99146304343577170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-dildo.html' title='I&apos;m a DILDO'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3495/3184093436_30a2bc1f2a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-4063728910053127290</id><published>2009-02-05T12:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T12:28:41.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The years..</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=2&gt;We've known each other for the last 9 years.. been  together for the last 4 years.. married for the last 2 years.. It's actually  pretty amazing that we've came so far. When we first met, I had a crush on Ah  Dear, he was this cute tall guy with blue eyes (contacts lah, the hiao guy :p)  and the irresistible smile. But he was more interested in our other colleague  and another cute guy joined us shortly..&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Still we click from the moment  we met and we have always been good friends despite our temp job assignments  ending with me going to Uni and him going to Poly. No matter how long it has  been since we last met or spoke, we always have things to talk about.. As much  as I believe that I hold my life in my own hands, sometimes when things are  meant to happen, it will just happen.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Ah Dear and I just celebrated our  second wedding anniversary on monday, we went to pai tai shui, prawn-ing then  dinner at Halia. It's a bit tiao-tone, very cheena in the morning, very ah beng  in the afternoon, then very romantic at night.. but that's just typical of us,  we do what we like to do and it doesn't matter if it's not in-sync with what  people thinks. Nope, there's no flowers, no cakes, no presents, just the two of  us spending some quality time together doing our fav things.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;And yes, I  do like to go to the temple, and we adopted our very own Loyang Terrapin (aka  LYT) on monday :p haha.. ok, actually someone left the terrapin in the fish pond  and I just took it home, my mummy said can one ok! Anyway the LYT is super lazy  and sleeps all day long!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Oh I finally got my Xperia.. the Pana decided to  die on me (I think it's the hypersim and not the phone) so I just went ahead to  get the new phone.. another 900 bucks down the drain and I haven even go gmask  the phone!! After the gmask, it's time for crystals! I have no idea what to do  yet, but I'll think of something.. :p&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-4063728910053127290?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/4063728910053127290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=4063728910053127290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/4063728910053127290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/4063728910053127290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2009/02/years.html' title='The years..'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-6398975103815904371</id><published>2009-01-27T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:33:06.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple... chic or cheap</title><content type='html'>I've been to the best and I've been to the well.. simplest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple is nice, simple is okay, but simple without the extra thought is just cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprite with mint leaves - chic&lt;br /&gt;Fruit punch - cheap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Individual sauce holders for each person - chic&lt;br /&gt;Soy sauce out of plastic container - cheap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple food at home, ok. Simple food outside.. well.. ... ... ... .. .. ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-6398975103815904371?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/6398975103815904371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=6398975103815904371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/6398975103815904371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/6398975103815904371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2009/01/simple-chic-or-cheap.html' title='Simple... chic or cheap'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-8173234313082765397</id><published>2009-01-23T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T20:29:04.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between Toto and Scruffy</title><content type='html'>TOTO: The Other Side of the Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cairnrescue.com/general/index.htm#toto"&gt;http://www.cairnrescue.com/general/index.htm#toto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, "The Wizard of Oz" is your favorite movie, you just LOVE Toto, and have always wanted a dog just like him? A dog who's small, cute, lovable, and doesn't shed all over your couch? You've done your research and learned that Cairn Terriers are (take your pick):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good with children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friendly  (checked)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loving family dogs (checked)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adaptable to living in small apartments as well as large homes (checked)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, YES and NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably NO ONE ever told you that Cairns will almost INVARIABLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chase squirrels (highly likely if she sees one)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chase bunnies (highly likely if she sees one)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chase bugs (all the time)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chase bikes (so far so good)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase paper fluttering down the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chase anything that moves (90% of the time)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chase things that aren't moving, just to GET them moving so they'll have something to chase (very very true!! I thought it's just my baby :p)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bark at cars&lt;br /&gt;Bark at bikes&lt;br /&gt;Bark at birds&lt;br /&gt;Bark at trikes&lt;br /&gt;Bark at trucks&lt;br /&gt;Bark at the phone&lt;br /&gt;Bark at fireworks&lt;br /&gt;Bark at thunder&lt;br /&gt;Bark at the doorbell&lt;br /&gt;Bark at the doorbell on TV&lt;br /&gt;Bark to hear themselves bark&lt;br /&gt;Bark just to get your goat -- or your attention&lt;br /&gt;Or both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bark sometimes just cause it feels so damned GREAT (good thing is my baby doesn't bark much, except when someone knocks on the door)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dig up that mouse hole&lt;br /&gt;Dig up your tulips&lt;br /&gt;Dig up your roses&lt;br /&gt;Dig up your lawn&lt;br /&gt;Dig under your fence&lt;br /&gt;Dig under your shed&lt;br /&gt;Dig up your linoleum&lt;br /&gt;Dig up your carpeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(she digs at everything and anything.. the blankie digging drill is a must before she sleeps every night)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nip at people's feet if you haven't redirected their intense prey drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nip at your hands too, if not trained properly (oppz.. my baby is not properly trained)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to control their universe and everything in it -- INCLUDING YOU&lt;br /&gt;Will succeed at this unless YOU intervene. And even then, they'll try again. And again. And again and again and again and again.&lt;br /&gt;Lunge at other dogs on leash&lt;br /&gt;Lunge at people, unless trained not to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunge cause it feels good and they're in a hurry to get where they're going, and you're the only thing holding them back from experiencing the next exciting adventure around the corner or around the world. (haha.. but dun all dogs lunge :p)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolt out any open door in the blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;LET ME REPEAT THAT: THEY WILL BOLT OUT ANY OPEN DOOR IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE&lt;br /&gt;And won't return until they're good and ready.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes not even then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(good thing poopy is too scardey cat to run out of the house :p)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refuse to come -- unless they want to&lt;br /&gt;Refuse to sit -- unless they want to&lt;br /&gt;Refuse to stay -- unless they're bored silly, and if so, that's the BEST time to move around to stir up the action anyway&lt;br /&gt;Refuse to stop barking -- unless there's something in it for them...like a fabulous treat&lt;br /&gt;Refuse to do what you want at the PRECISE moment that it's most important that they do...like when you're trying to show off how obedient and well-trained they are (which is, of course, a grand delusion on your part).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(haha.. why does this sound so familiar :p)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor, it seems, has anyone told you:&lt;br /&gt;A Cairn can never, ever, ever be trusted off-leash, EVER.&lt;br /&gt;Not even for a second. Regardless of how well-trained you have deluded yourself into believing he is&lt;br /&gt;That all the dogs you've had before and have trained so well don't matter...if they weren't Cairns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because Cairns are different. (oh definitely)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very different&lt;br /&gt;That they're generally NOT the best breed for a home with small children.&lt;br /&gt;That one bears repeating: Cairns are generally NOT the best breed for a home with small children.&lt;br /&gt;That Cairns WILL shed a little (or a lot) if you don't groom them properly.&lt;br /&gt;That they're relatively resistant to housebreaking (don't expect them to be housebroken in a week, or even a month)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And even when you think they're housebroken, if they've got something else on their agenda at the moment, they're likely to conveniently "forget." (all the time! when there's people in the house, she just gets excited and pee.. or when we're playing and she just forgets..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That they are affectionate -- on their terms, not yours.&lt;br /&gt;That they are stubborn and hardheaded, not to mention incredibly independent&lt;br /&gt;That obedience training is a necessity, not a luxury. And that it's just the FIRST step in the process.&lt;br /&gt;That you should read the previous sentence again, and forget everything you think you know. If you haven't owned a Cairn, it doesn't apply.&lt;br /&gt;That they were bred to hunt and kill, and their intense prey drive can NEVER be trained out of them. Toto may not have KILLED those flying monkeys, but that's only because Toto KNEW they were fakes. Otherwise, they'd have been dead, not merely outwitted.&lt;br /&gt;What they SHOULD have told you is:&lt;br /&gt;They're wonderful for THE RIGHT OWNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They're loving -- IF YOU LOVE THEM, TREAT THEM WELL, AND HAVE EARNED THEIR RESPECT (Scruffy is the most loving dog ever..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They're smart -- PROBABLY SMARTER THAN YOU (of course, like mummy like baby)&lt;br /&gt;They're sweet -- WHEN THEY WANT TO BE (Sweetest thing ever)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're funny -- VIRTUALLY ALL THE TIME, IF YOU ENJOY DEMENTED, DEVIOUS, DEVILISH HUMOR&lt;br /&gt;They're good with GOOD, WELL-BEHAVED CHILDREN WHO HAVE GOOD, RESPONSIBLE PARENTS. And if they haven't had a bad experience previously with ill-behaved kids. Otherwise, it's a recipe for disaster.&lt;br /&gt;They're strong&lt;br /&gt;They're hearty&lt;br /&gt;They're brave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They're relentless (must play with her when she feels like it, she'll keep stuffing balls into your hands)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're devious&lt;br /&gt;They're insightful&lt;br /&gt;They're indomitable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They're energetic beyond description (she can jump and jump and jump and jump)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They're intelligent beyond belief (definitely)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They're the BEST dog you'll ever own (without a shadow of doubt)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...they just may be the WORST dog you can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;THAT PART IS ALL UP TO YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way, Toto was actually a GIRL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-8173234313082765397?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/8173234313082765397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=8173234313082765397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/8173234313082765397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/8173234313082765397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2009/01/between-toto-and-scruffy.html' title='Between Toto and Scruffy'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-5611382002455122036</id><published>2009-01-08T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:06:48.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma&gt;Again.. something I like..&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma&gt;&lt;IMG class=mt-image-center  style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 5px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height=280  alt=xiao-digital-camera.jpg  src="http://www.techdigest.tv/xiao-digital-camera-thumb-400x280.jpg"  width=400&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;A  href="http://www.techdigest.tv/2008/11/xiao_digital_ca.html#more"&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Tahoma&gt;Xiao Digital Camera - Polaroid for the 21st Century&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Tahoma&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma&gt;I'm always too lazy to go get my photos printed, so this is  the perfect camera for me, just print on the spot, and it's small and handy :) I  should get my colleague to buy it for me when she goes back to Japan  :p&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-5611382002455122036?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/5611382002455122036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=5611382002455122036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/5611382002455122036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/5611382002455122036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-toy.html' title='New Toy'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-4993943468020728456</id><published>2009-01-08T09:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:49:42.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg omg omg..</title><content type='html'>I feel so privileged that I&amp;#39;m currently in the same country as Chris Garver!!!&lt;p&gt;haha.. I know, I&amp;#39;m crazy.. but so :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-4993943468020728456?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/4993943468020728456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=4993943468020728456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/4993943468020728456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/4993943468020728456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2009/01/omg-omg-omg.html' title='omg omg omg..'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-5640129492597869194</id><published>2009-01-07T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:24:04.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year = New Hopes?</title><content type='html'>Well that's what I hope but hopes and reality, more often than not, don't match up.&lt;p&gt;It's just another year.. yet another year spent at home watching countdown on tv. And pardon me, I dun watch local tv, why would I watch some crappy countdown show by some weird unknowns when I could watch the 7 hour long countdown, stat-studded live telecast from Taipei :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just like I dun read local news, I dun watch local TV. The only channel worth watch is really Arts Central coz they do show some good documentaries, other than that.. erm.. IMO, local news is just tabloids, if the news is important enough, it will be reported on Bloomberg, so if it's not on Bloomberg, I don't think I should waste my time reading it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My new year wish? To be in Taipei for the 2010 countdown.. and start looking for a job in Taiwan so that we can move over there to stay for long-term. I'm not gonna give up my Singapore passport, it still have its advantages, but I would like to stay in Taiwan for the long term. Hmm.. why Taiwan? Because I want to live in a place where I can bring my dog everywhere, and I do mean everywhere; I want to live in a place with culture and history (Singapore is just a city, I asked my Japanese and she agrees that Singapore have no culture); and I feel at home when I'm in Taiwan, though it's an unfamiliar place, it feels like home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Work is work as usual, no good news at all to perk us up.. it's work, work, work and more work..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's weddings after weddings and weddings.. it really gets tedious after a while.. I dun mind giving angpaos, but at least I should feel like it's worth the price and my time.. maybe it's just that I'm too broke, waaaaay overspent for Xmas and now I'm suffering, plus there's no news from work.. haiz.. I dun care, this year, it's 2 bucks for all the angpaos, regardless of who you are.. And I dun have to give any angpao for my side of the family coz there were 2 deaths in the family last year. Come to think of it, I shouldn't attend any weddings at all.. damn, why didn't I think of that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Singapore Tattoo Convention is coming up this week! At least something I can look forward to.. how? I'm really really tempted to get another one!! but again I'm broke.. damn.. damn.. damn..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-5640129492597869194?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/5640129492597869194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=5640129492597869194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/5640129492597869194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/5640129492597869194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-hopes.html' title='New Year = New Hopes?'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-8744121550555242620</id><published>2009-01-07T08:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T08:43:43.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence is Golden, Ignorance is Bliss (Concise Version)</title><content type='html'>What you don&amp;#39;t say cannot hurt him..&lt;br&gt;What you don&amp;#39;t know cannot kill you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-8744121550555242620?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/8744121550555242620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=8744121550555242620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/8744121550555242620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/8744121550555242620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2009/01/silence-is-golden-ignorance-is-bliss_07.html' title='Silence is Golden, Ignorance is Bliss (Concise Version)'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-7483589316469564867</id><published>2009-01-04T21:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:05:32.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence is Golden, Ignorance is Bliss</title><content type='html'>Just attended a wedding today and these are the 6 words which popped up into my mind when the couple asked for advice on married life..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, communication is overrated, or more like the idea is being misunderstood. The idea of communication is not about telling each other everything, that&amp;#39;s just information overload, I always feel that communication should be done at appropriate times only. Of course the hard thing is not communication but when? When do you start sharing the nasty, depressing stuff?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silence is always golden, if you dun know what to say, then shut up. If you know what you&amp;#39;re gonna say is potential hurtful, then shut up. The true art of communication is not knowing the right things to say at the right time, it&amp;#39;s about knowing when not to say the wrong things at the wrong time.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ignorance is always bliss, we&amp;#39;re living in a world where we&amp;#39;re bombarded by information every second of our lives, is there a need to add on to that burden? There are lots of things which I do not need to know about and I will not go dig up about that coz there&amp;#39;s limited storage in my head and I rather think about the important stuff. Ignorance is not about being stupid, it&amp;#39;s about making oneself happy. I just need to know certain things which can make me happy, the rest, sorry I&amp;#39;m not interested.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 thumbs of rule which I live my life by.. and I&amp;#39;m happy :)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-7483589316469564867?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/7483589316469564867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=7483589316469564867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/7483589316469564867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/7483589316469564867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2009/01/silence-is-golden-ignorance-is-bliss.html' title='Silence is Golden, Ignorance is Bliss'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-7407816298838808096</id><published>2008-12-30T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:19:28.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I buy this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/119/4/AAAAAjKGN9YAAAAAARlPXA.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.juicycouture.com/shoponline/women/juicycoutureexclusives/prodY05LZ"&gt;http://www.juicycouture.com/shoponline/women/juicycoutureexclusives/prodY05LZ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Would my Ah Dear kill me??&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Maybe not.. but he&amp;#39;ll scold me for sure.. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;My favourite Juicy with Mints!! omg!! I like I like I like~~&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-7407816298838808096?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/7407816298838808096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=7407816298838808096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/7407816298838808096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/7407816298838808096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-i-buy-this.html' title='If I buy this...'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-297605041549397498</id><published>2008-12-27T14:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T14:40:15.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>It a was quiet Xmas this year.. the weather didn't really help, it was raining the whole of Xmas eve, even the taxi uncle said that business was lousy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it was Xmas eve, there were no half day and I think I left the office at like 630, which means it's business as usual.. What to do, business is bad these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/3139847151/" title="Xmas Dinner 2008 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3129/3139847151_f102139009.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="Xmas Dinner 2008" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Dear and I made a simple dinner.. Canned soup, leftover pork knuckle, fresh-made salad.. It's not about how lavish the food is, it's about the company.. with Ah Dear and Scruffy by my side, I think it's the best Christmas ever.. maybe I'm getting old, but i dun care :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/3139843489/" title="P1000394 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3202/3139843489_0781234a35.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="P1000394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scruffy and her Xmas gift!! It was good while it lasted, a total of less than an hour before scruffy bit the nose off and it's officially spoilt :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent Xmas evening at the super atas St Regis.. one of the unit heads got married there and we were being invited to dinner.. The place was damn grand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/3139848885/" title="P1000404 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3090/3139848885_050ce41965_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="P1000404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/3140678150/" title="P1000397 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3130/3140678150_3a9f25037b_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="P1000397" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the food came in individual servings and it's really pretty good.. I love the dessert which is ginseng essence with longan.. the combination sounds weird but it's good, I'm gonna try make it for dessert some day.. Didn't really take pictures coz it's too dark and all the photos turn out blur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/3139847817/" title="P1000399 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3230/3139847817_d1e14ccd2e_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="P1000399" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/3140679148/" title="P1000401 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3092/3140679148_7a7d581e37_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="P1000401" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's me and lynn in the lift :p damn cool lor, the lift have chair leh.. we mountain tortoise, but we had to take pictures :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually a pretty nice christmas, a nice break in between the hectic week.. but I already planned my leave next year, no way I'm gonna stay in the office next year :p it's time the others suffer :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-297605041549397498?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/297605041549397498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=297605041549397498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/297605041549397498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/297605041549397498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3129/3139847151_f102139009_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-4204070076621713548</id><published>2008-12-20T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:57:52.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girly Weekend</title><content type='html'>It&amp;#39;s great to meet up with Jun and Xianhe.. just the three of us having a great lunch, gossiping about life and doing Christmas shopping :p ok I&amp;#39;m the only one shopping but it&amp;#39;s still great to have company to give me opinions when I need one.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tim sum buffet at Cherry Garden is pretty decent and we have a good time just chit-chatting.. All of us had been so busy that it&amp;#39;s really been a while since we had time to sit down, relax and just enjoy the afternoon together :) And then shopping with the girls is always the best way to spend the afternoon.. I can still remember when we used to go shopping everyday after school, it may be just window shopping then, but it&amp;#39;s one of the best times we had.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Jun knows me best, I love to shop for baby clothes, they&amp;#39;re just so damn cute!! It&amp;#39;s very simple for me to like something, it has to be either furry or small or shiny, baby clothes fits the small category :p Liking the clothes is one thing, liking the.. .. haha.. Ivan if you&amp;#39;re reading this, get the hint :p me? baby? haha.. u have a long time to wait :p&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-4204070076621713548?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/4204070076621713548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=4204070076621713548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/4204070076621713548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/4204070076621713548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/12/girly-weekend.html' title='Girly Weekend'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-4256704711261556538</id><published>2008-12-09T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:29:45.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taiwan taiwan.. part 1 day 2</title><content type='html'>Day 2 was a tour of the Taipei City, and we needed to go to the main train station to get tickets to Chiayi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/3031420005/" title="081019-20 Taipei City Tour by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3014/3031420005_a67370033d.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="081019-20 Taipei City Tour" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheng Ping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/3031424063/" title="081019-20 Taipei City Tour by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3223/3031424063_5b225e5bc6_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="081019-20 Taipei City Tour" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/3031428395/" title="081019-20 Taipei City Tour by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3292/3031428395_24304edb5f_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="081019-20 Taipei City Tour" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taipei City Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/3031433941/" title="081019-20 Taipei City Tour by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3213/3031433941_3a506470b0.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="081019-20 Taipei City Tour" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taipei 101~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/3032284096/" title="081019-20 Taipei City Tour by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3039/3032284096_830610ee18_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="081019-20 Taipei City Tour" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/3031460811/" title="081019-20 Taipei City Tour by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3143/3031460811_3d70d3a474_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="081019-20 Taipei City Tour" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy food at Taipei 101 food court :) it's really good and the price is reasonable.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/3031464865/" title="081019-20 Taipei City Tour by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3027/3031464865_4aa6152425_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="081019-20 Taipei City Tour" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/3031466575/" title="081019-20 Taipei City Tour by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3192/3031466575_b52f45fd10_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="081019-20 Taipei City Tour" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taipei 101 mall.. it's nice and cosy inside, super windy outside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/3032308812/" title="081019-20 Taipei City Tour by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3282/3032308812_c8d6159b1d.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="081019-20 Taipei City Tour" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the super expensive cinema!! 15 bucks per person and the cinema is really pretty small, compared to Vivo.. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/3032315526/" title="081019-20 Taipei City Tour by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3058/3032315526_175bc06800.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="081019-20 Taipei City Tour" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doggy show!!! This is one of the reasons why I love Taiwan.. u can bring dogs everywhere and anywhere!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/3032319780/" title="081019-20 Taipei City Tour by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3174/3032319780_132b91c587_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="081019-20 Taipei City Tour" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/3031481993/" title="081019-20 Taipei City Tour by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3164/3031481993_32044e3659_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="081019-20 Taipei City Tour" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mister Donut!!! oh my gosh good donut!! we had like tons of donuts when we were in taiwan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/3031494591/" title="081019-20 Taipei City Tour by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3200/3031494591_c62de96791_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="081019-20 Taipei City Tour" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/3032338452/" title="081019-20 Taipei City Tour by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3203/3032338452_94134e3260_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="081019-20 Taipei City Tour" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longshan Si&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/3032346618/" title="081019-20 Taipei City Tour by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3212/3032346618_586df0e240_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="081019-20 Taipei City Tour" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desserts near huasi jie.. Other than the desserts, there's really nothing much at Huasi Jie.. There are shops which sells snakes, but they're just overrated.. and it's strange coz there's tons of shops selling sex toys at Huasi Jie..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-4256704711261556538?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/4256704711261556538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=4256704711261556538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/4256704711261556538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/4256704711261556538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/12/taiwan-taiwan-part-1-day-2.html' title='Taiwan taiwan.. part 1 day 2'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3014/3031420005_a67370033d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-1565000206767693976</id><published>2008-12-09T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:07:44.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/3094285451/" title="Xiao San Yuan by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3088/3094285451_35e0705bcb.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Xiao San Yuan" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiao San Yuan!!! this is the second time I got this.. but this time round, it's even better coz it's hua shang, meaning it's an additional tai but zi mo!!! hahah.. if we never cap at 5 tai, I would had won like 600 plus dollars.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not play mahjong anymore for the next month, I think I've probably used up all my luck already :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/3094285059/" title="Juicy by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3138/3094285059_65b9427d65_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Juicy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/3095125080/" title="Juicy by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3219/3095125080_be3da4c8dd_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Juicy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Juicy bags have arrived!!! so sososososososo nice!!! the 500 bucks is well spent, so is the 2 week's wait :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally I'm on leave, can take a week's break at home.. work is just too damn stressful.. from 1 to 2 support, I ended up supporting 5 people, which is just crazy.. this break really came at a right time.. and I need the time to clean up the house, scruffy leaves her hair everywhere!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.. and it's time to go shopping!! no matter what, still need to buy clothes for the new year leh..  and gotta bring my juicy bags out.. hee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-1565000206767693976?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/1565000206767693976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=1565000206767693976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/1565000206767693976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/1565000206767693976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-things.html' title='Good things'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3088/3094285451_35e0705bcb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-8103331013487859547</id><published>2008-12-01T18:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:00:32.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is not fair</title><content type='html'>it&amp;#39;s so damn unfair, A is nice, hardworking and eager to learn; B is messy, stubborn, takes MC like nobody&amp;#39;s business, can&amp;#39;t be bothered about the work done.. and yet A is the one who&amp;#39;s asked to go..&lt;p&gt;I dun understand, I really dun.. at least A bothers about her work, B is not bothered at all.. life is so sososoososos unfair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-8103331013487859547?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/8103331013487859547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=8103331013487859547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/8103331013487859547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/8103331013487859547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-is-not-fair.html' title='Life is not fair'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-4099676871507789595</id><published>2008-11-25T20:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:33:17.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taiwan taiwan.. part 1 day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;The pictures are long overdue.. but considering the fact that I  have not uploaded all my wedding photos, I think it's pretty good I got half the  taiwan photos uploaded :p&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG class=reflect title="" height=500 alt="Departure from Singapore by you."  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3249/3031698248_c762017dae.jpg?v=0"  width=375 onload=show_notes_initially();&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=2&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Sleepy us at the airport.. &lt;BR&gt;*note  to self: shall not take night flight anymore, it's too damn tiring...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG class=reflect title="" height=375  alt="081018 First Day in Taiwan by you."  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3289/3030862205_3a71bf55c9.jpg?v=0"  width=500 onload=show_notes_initially();&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Bridge to  Danshui.. our home for almost 10 days :p Free-loader at my aunt's hotel.. no I  dun wanna stay there in the future, she's nice but.. .. .. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG class=reflect title="" height=500  alt="081018 First Day in Taiwan by you."  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3292/3031705088_f2e8309b96.jpg?v=0"  width=375 onload=show_notes_initially();&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;BR&gt;At Beitou..  we look tired coz we are damn tired.. right off the flight we were all over  taipei already.. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG class=reflect title="" height=500  alt="081018 First Day in Taiwan by you."  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3015/3030870421_df0bb3eefd.jpg?v=0"  width=375 onload=show_notes_initially();&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Ah dear is greedy :p &lt;BR&gt;I dun  really like the ice-cream, it's not creamy, it's more like.. ..  chewy?!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3272/3030875317_6edeed3bda_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3216/3030872201_2ef5d63141_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3136/3030874189_4e5bc114a1_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3239/3031711434_727ce9b07c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Beitou  hotsprings.. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3294/3030876165_8394906ed4_m.jpg"&gt;&amp;nbsp;see  anything?? &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3042/3030876897_8a407b5dfd_m.jpg"&gt;&amp;nbsp;got  heart!! can see?? we were happily eating the tou hua when we saw this  heart-shape tou hua.. nice &amp;lt;3&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;I miss the tou hua, I miss the ya xue, I miss the  bubble tea, I miss the bian dang.. I miss miss miss all the food!!! &lt;BR&gt;Yah, I  did put on weight when I got back.. my face round liao  :(&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-4099676871507789595?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/4099676871507789595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=4099676871507789595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/4099676871507789595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/4099676871507789595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/11/taiwan-taiwan-part-1-day-1.html' title='Taiwan taiwan.. part 1 day 1'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3272/3030875317_6edeed3bda_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-3746558641185788755</id><published>2008-11-25T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:22:07.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3274/3031605362_2c4a1c913c.jpg"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Yummy yummy Puccho~ &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;they're all the same flavour, I just can't resist  all the different packaging :p&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-3746558641185788755?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/3746558641185788755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=3746558641185788755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/3746558641185788755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/3746558641185788755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/11/latest-addiction.html' title='Latest addiction'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3274/3031605362_2c4a1c913c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-7699070450142714079</id><published>2008-11-18T11:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T11:15:51.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bank Deposit Guarantee</title><content type='html'>We talk so much about the 100% bank deposit guarantee by the Singapore government, but do anyone know exactly what will happen in the case that a Singapore bank really goes bust?&lt;p&gt;What&amp;#39;s the exact process for the funds to be returned? And more importantly, how long will it take? 1 year, 10 years, what&amp;#39;s the difference? To us, it&amp;#39;s a world of difference, but for people who&amp;#39;s comfortably pulling in 5~6 figure salary every month, it doesn&amp;#39;t really matter..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-7699070450142714079?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/7699070450142714079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=7699070450142714079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/7699070450142714079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/7699070450142714079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/11/bank-deposit-guarantee.html' title='Bank Deposit Guarantee'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-3180995211004750378</id><published>2008-11-12T11:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:16:20.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Scruffy Run</title><content type='html'>Been bringing Scruffy out for runs lately, she just loves being able to go out and just run and run.. :p&lt;p&gt;But Scruffy being Scruffy, is still lazy. When it comes to going back home, she simply refuses to take the stairs and insists on dragging me to the lift lobby :p what to do? I have a pampered doggy :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-3180995211004750378?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/3180995211004750378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=3180995211004750378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/3180995211004750378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/3180995211004750378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/11/run-scruffy-run.html' title='Run Scruffy Run'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-3127714798219889922</id><published>2008-11-06T09:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:36:33.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will things really change?</title><content type='html'>I can&amp;#39;t help drawing parallels, loads of people had great hopes when Taiwan President Ma came on board, but look what happened? It&amp;#39;s difficult to clear up a 8-year mess left by someone else, it&amp;#39;s not your fault but when people dun see change, they assume it&amp;#39;s your fault. And when people said they&amp;#39;re ready for change, are they really ready? &lt;p&gt;Everyone have high hopes for Obama right now, just how much can he deliver?? We&amp;#39;ll see.. we&amp;#39;ll see..&lt;p&gt;I heard a silly question on radio today.. &amp;quot;Would you care more about the US Presidential election or our local MP election?&amp;quot; Duh, was that even a question? Of course I&amp;#39;m more concerned about the US Presidential election, there&amp;#39;s no need to ask at all, it&amp;#39;s obvious. In the first place, how many of us have actually voted? How many of us are eligible to vote but was never able to exercise that right because somewhere, somehow, someone decided that we have the rights to vote but we should not vote coz we might be swayed by the idea of freedom and vote a rouge government into power.&lt;p&gt;Of course that someone did not put it in such terms, but I just can&amp;#39;t help thinking that that&amp;#39;s what the someone thinks.. To that someone, we&amp;#39;re just children and freedom is like fire, useful but dangerous. Though it&amp;#39;s been so long, we just cannot be trusted to think for ourselves, basically other than that someone and that someone&amp;#39;s spawn, I guess the rest of us are just morons.. &lt;p&gt;Well this particular moron and her husband had a taste of what real democracy is like when they were in Taiwan. Yes, we were there at the 1025 March and it&amp;#39;s not as horrid as the news made it out to be. Ok, I admit I did not see the Singapore coverage of the news, but I did see the Taiwan news and it&amp;#39;s really not a violent march at all. Television being television, it has to show people interesting stuff. So what they did was to pick out one small juicy incident then keep repeating it until the one juicy incident defined the whole event.&lt;p&gt;I can&amp;#39;t say that&amp;#39;s wrong coz it&amp;#39;s what the audience likes to watch, the bottom-line is still the bottom-line. But when I was at the march, it felt more like a family gathering, people were having babies in strollers, doggies on lease, it&amp;#39;s like one big carnival. Of course people were bitching about the government while marching but since when do we ever stop bitching? There were leaders rallying the crowds, shouting slogans and stuff, but all was done in an orderly manner and the only time when I got a hint to siam was when the train station personnel refused to let people into the station and the crowd got rowdy.&lt;p&gt;Protest, demonstrations, marches.. Are they really that evil?&lt;p&gt;Now why should I care more about the US Presidential elections? coz it will affect the world economy and eventually affect me. Like it or not, US economic policies affects us a lot. As for our local MP, erm.. let&amp;#39;s see, they&amp;#39;re useful when it comes to writing appeal letters, listening to ingrate residents complain about our wonderful HDB flats. &lt;p&gt;Oh I do know who my MP is, coz he have this banner right in front of my block and in that photo, he looks like Lee Bing Sian (my korean dream guy). He&amp;#39;s really not that bad coz at least he bothered to reply my email (not a gushing email lah, I was giving feedback about cyclist on pedestrian walkways), though I find it weird that he kinda made a big hoo-ha over my feedback and everyone ranging from PUB, LTA to dunno-what started calling me.&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;s nice to know that someone actually bothers to read my email, but they were kinda overreacting. I mean, most people dun start work till 9am, and I get a call from someone in the RC (?) at 7.30am?! Good thing I was still half asleep else I&amp;#39;ll screw that guy, actually I really had no idea what he was talking about, I was just like ok, yes, ok, yes.. anything to get him put down the phone.. And it really doesn&amp;#39;t help to know that they have this &amp;quot;we-value-your-feedback&amp;quot; kinda campaign going on then..&lt;p&gt;****&lt;br&gt;Everytime I go travelling, I can&amp;#39;t help but notice how cultured other countries are. In Singapore, everything is about money, ERP, COE, is that all we have?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-3127714798219889922?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/3127714798219889922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=3127714798219889922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/3127714798219889922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/3127714798219889922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/11/will-things-really-change.html' title='Will things really change?'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-1315858406042736629</id><published>2008-10-01T15:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:24:10.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scruffy'/><title type='text'>Our baby sleeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2904296200/" title="P1000285 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3236/2904296200_81328cae1c.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P1000285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't she just the loveliest little baby??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2892592228/" title="P1000275 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3102/2892592228_f35ba15c79.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P1000275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her bed with her friend² and monkey blankie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2904319748/" title="P1000292 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3035/2904319748_21f8b98a10.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="P1000292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes our baby just loves to sleep amongst our cushie..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-1315858406042736629?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/1315858406042736629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=1315858406042736629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/1315858406042736629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/1315858406042736629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-baby-sleeps.html' title='Our baby sleeps'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3236/2904296200_81328cae1c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-3442146587837033924</id><published>2008-10-01T14:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:12:08.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ubin Fishing Trip</title><content type='html'>My first ever fishing trip to Ubin.. it was interesting but not likely something which I would do again in the near future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm squeamish, I dun like to see to see the poor fishie suffer, it's just.. eee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2756356757/" title="V9031918 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3053/2756356757_a4fc288c11.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="V9031918" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the boat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2757192058/" title="V9031919 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3248/2757192058_dfc37bf047.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="V9031919" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The erm.. mining site (?) in ubin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2756361769/" title="V9031921 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3247/2756361769_8ac128ef13.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="V9031921" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Dear with Aaron..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2756363483/" title="V9031923 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3073/2756363483_36baabbd8d_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="V9031923" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2757198964/" title="V9031924 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3020/2757198964_cd38b822c7_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="V9031924" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see why I'm squeamish? me no like worms... and the worm have teeth!! omg!! plus it stinks.. ewww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2756369757/" title="V9031926 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3079/2756369757_3f2589fa39.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="V9031926" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to me (first timer luck), Ah dear managed to get his one and only catch for the day :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2756368115/" title="V9031925 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2397/2756368115_0f0ff4dc50.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="V9031925" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Stingray!! around 15cm in diameter.. the sad thing was.. the stingray was pregnant.. and how did we know that? It gave birth shortly after Ah dear chopped off its tail.. .. .. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all felt so bad but there was nothing we could do but to release the baby and hope that it can survive on its own..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my bao ying, I got sunburnt that day, and have a total of 6 big blisters on my foot.. a small price compared to killing a pregnant fish..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-3442146587837033924?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/3442146587837033924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=3442146587837033924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/3442146587837033924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/3442146587837033924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/10/ubin-fishing-trip.html' title='Ubin Fishing Trip'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3053/2756356757_a4fc288c11_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-3657740840722171891</id><published>2008-09-24T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:46:14.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Angry</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;EM&gt;fine..&lt;/EM&gt; dun call me  lor..&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;fine..&lt;/EM&gt; dun reply my message lor..&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;fine..&lt;/EM&gt;  dun contact me at all lor..&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I'm &lt;EM&gt;not&lt;/EM&gt; going to care, I've got  &lt;EM&gt;better things&lt;/EM&gt; to do.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-3657740840722171891?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/3657740840722171891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=3657740840722171891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/3657740840722171891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/3657740840722171891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/09/angry.html' title='*Angry'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-8716941960779785644</id><published>2008-09-17T15:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:25:37.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the economy crash</title><content type='html'>Fuck the L Brothers! Fuck the A Group! Fuck that bitch!!&lt;p&gt;Of all times, she have to choose this time.. fucking bitch.. I dun care anything, if it&amp;#39;s not done, it&amp;#39;s not done, I&amp;#39;m not going to bother anymore.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m in a super bad mood now, I&amp;#39;m not superman, I need to breath, stop calling me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-8716941960779785644?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/8716941960779785644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=8716941960779785644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/8716941960779785644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/8716941960779785644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/09/let-economy-crash.html' title='Let the economy crash'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-5875196578350972334</id><published>2008-09-11T17:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T17:16:45.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like girls</title><content type='html'>When it comes to kids and pets, I prefer the female specimens over male specimens..&lt;p&gt;I guess it&amp;#39;s a matter of nature, I prefer bitches as they&amp;#39;re more homely, they dun smell as bad, and they dun dirty the place as much.. Ok, Scruffy still dirties the place but at least she dun start humping the couch :p&lt;p&gt;And I think that babies girls are so so so much cuter than baby boys.. Boys are so.. limited.. whereas you can doll up a girl all you like, those little pretty dresses, tie up their hair.. so kawaii!! If I do have a choice, I would want a daughter instead of a son.. &lt;p&gt;Haha.. yes.. I&amp;#39;m talking about children.. yes.. and no.. I&amp;#39;m not changing my mind anytime soon. I do not like children and I dun intend to have one anytime soon.&lt;p&gt;This is not the time, finance-wise, Ah Dear and I are still struggling, there just seem to be endless debts to pay off.. I&amp;#39;m not going to have another financial burden for now.&lt;p&gt;And I dun like children, it&amp;#39;s a fact. And yes, I&amp;#39;ve been a child once, but when I was young, I never really liked other children, I dun understand why they cannot behave themselves and act like sentient beings. &lt;p&gt;Babies are a waste of time.. They can&amp;#39;t take care of themselves, they can&amp;#39;t move on their own, they are totally dependent on their caregivers.. I mean, what a lousy species allows their young to take so damn long to be dependent? Oh yah, it&amp;#39;s humans.. In my perfect world, children are born dependent, from the moment they are born, they can walk like most other species on earth. Knowledge should not be learnt but passed down as instincts. Then the children are sent to institutes for education till they are deem socially-fit. Once they get back to society, they can immediately contribute to the general good of society.&lt;p&gt;And this is something which people dun like to talk about.. The world is OVERPOPULATED. There&amp;#39;s too damn many people around already, natural resources are being used up at an amazing rate, there&amp;#39;s no way earth can support the increase in population growth. People should stop having babies right now, let the world population stabilize and let our natural resources recover before we think about having more children.&lt;p&gt;Why is the world overpopulated? Because the weak is not weeded out.. Nature is cruel, if you&amp;#39;re weak, you should die and your faulty genes should die out, but with human societies, the weak is being protected, bad genes get passed down generation after generations.. This is not right.. it&amp;#39;s not healthy. Why isn&amp;#39;t anyone doing anything about it? Because everyone is too scared of being called a bigot. It&amp;#39;s not bigotry, the weak should die off and the strongest should survive, this is a way of nature. &lt;p&gt;One needs foresight to see beyond his petty life.. I dun claim that I have such foresight, but I would like to think that I&amp;#39;m trying to get there. It&amp;#39;s not about ourselves, it&amp;#39;s about the survival of the human race.. .. .. ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-5875196578350972334?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/5875196578350972334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=5875196578350972334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/5875196578350972334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/5875196578350972334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-like-girls.html' title='I like girls'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-8676338184198734928</id><published>2008-09-02T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T15:30:07.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read my mind</title><content type='html'>How I wish there&amp;#39;s someone who can read my mind and know exactly what I want.. &lt;p&gt;Is it that difficult to guess my wants? I honestly dun ask for a lot, I just want a reasonable lifestyle, a reasonable amount of attention at the right time.. I guess the terms &amp;quot;reasonable&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;right&amp;quot; differs between people.. What&amp;#39;s reasonable for me may be overboard for someone else.. .. .. &lt;p&gt;What is right anyway? Is it something that&amp;#39;s not wrong? &lt;p&gt;I know I&amp;#39;m bad at expressing myself, I know I&amp;#39;m socially inept.. ever noticed that I&amp;#39;m always reading? Because I prefer books over people. Books are not like people, people gives me pain all the time.. Books are enjoyable; books dun talk back; books dun give me shit to clear up.&lt;p&gt;Reading is not just a hobby.. Reading is a lifeline.. Fiction keeps me grounded; fiction reminds me of what is important in life; fiction brings me back to times where life is simple..&lt;p&gt;I think I&amp;#39;m asking for too much, how can I expect people to read my thoughts? How can I ever expect people to understand me when I never let them see the real me?&lt;p&gt;But who is the real me? Who exactly? What exactly?&lt;p&gt;Then again.. does it matter?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-8676338184198734928?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/8676338184198734928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=8676338184198734928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/8676338184198734928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/8676338184198734928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/09/read-my-mind.html' title='Read my mind'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-4805625288545570994</id><published>2008-09-01T18:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:32:50.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw-up Monday</title><content type='html'>There&amp;#39;s a reason why people dun like mondays.. everything tends to screw-up on monday..&lt;p&gt;Hate hate hate it when people insinuate that I&amp;#39;m not doing my job when all I&amp;#39;m trying to do is to help. I do not have to stay back late to help out, it&amp;#39;s out of goodwill that I do it, so dun come screw with me. &lt;p&gt;Bloody PAs, what&amp;#39;s wrong with them anyway? It&amp;#39;s his bloody fault that he gave the instructions late, then he want us to lie to his boss, making it seem like it&amp;#39;s our fault? Fuck, do we look stupid? bloody fucking *****n! it&amp;#39;s your problem and you should take responsibility for your own screw-up. If you lose your job because of that, it&amp;#39;s your damn bloody problem lor. &lt;p&gt;Hate mondays.. hate mondays..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-4805625288545570994?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/4805625288545570994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=4805625288545570994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/4805625288545570994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/4805625288545570994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/09/screw-up-monday.html' title='Screw-up Monday'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-5720060417292103710</id><published>2008-08-28T16:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T16:29:51.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessive Compulsive Disorder</title><content type='html'>When it comes to my workstation, I&amp;#39;m very OC, things have to be in their proper place. Though my desk is like damn messy during the day, I know where all my things are, my phone on the left of my monitor, followed by my namecard holder, tiny bin for waste post-it, tiny bin for staplets, 2 x paperclip holders, my mug.. On the right side of my monitor, there&amp;#39;s my sharpener, tape dispenser, pen holder, phone, ink stamp, calculator.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m very very particular about where my things are coz I like to be able to get them when I need them. I dun mind people using my stuff as long as they return to it personally or place my stuff back in their proper places. &lt;p&gt;I just dun like it when people happily come over to my desk and mess up my things, I know it&amp;#39;s unintentional, but at least have the decency to move my things back to their original place can? You can move my stuff, but at least place them back can?&lt;p&gt;I want to be able to find my things when I need them.. and I dun like my folders and such to be crooked.. and I dun like it when my papers are messed up..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-5720060417292103710?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/5720060417292103710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=5720060417292103710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/5720060417292103710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/5720060417292103710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/08/obsessive-compulsive-disorder.html' title='Obsessive Compulsive Disorder'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-4790198324118566431</id><published>2008-08-25T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:24:31.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;div&gt;.. is it strange that I wanna iron my sheets? Nope I dun have a maid, I dun think I&amp;#39;ll ever have one, but I still wanna iron my sheets..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;It&amp;#39;s the weather, super rainy these few days so we had to use the dryer, giving us crumpled sheets.. and I can&amp;#39;t really stand crumpled sheets..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Damn.. I&amp;#39;m becoming an auntie... my gosh.. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Yet another night at home all alone.. I miss my hubby.. Poor Ah Dear had been working super long and irregular hours for the past month, it&amp;#39;s a wonder he haven fell sick :(&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-4790198324118566431?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/4790198324118566431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=4790198324118566431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/4790198324118566431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/4790198324118566431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/08/hmm.html' title='Hmm..'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-1840114770457566221</id><published>2008-08-12T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:58:55.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tetsu @Tanglin Mall</title><content type='html'>It's been ages since I've done a food review, haven been eating out much and I can't really be bothered to write.. but since this was an outing organized by a blogger, I think I should just write and give my comments.. It's gonna be harsh coz it's based on what I know about Japanese fine dining..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dinner organized by Wenwei's friend's bf.. Good effort on &lt;a href="http://www.hisfoodblog.com/"&gt;Rayner's&lt;/a&gt; end to organize the dinner, bad effort on the chef for the sub-standard food. Either the chef cannot handle large orders (for 32 pax), or my standards are too high, which I dun really think is the case as even Wenwei complained about the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best comment about the whole dinner was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank goodness it's only $40!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to pay anything near the 120 bucks as mentioned, I would had talked to the manager and asked for a refund. The food is nowhere near the $100/pax kinda standard. My expectations for the place is pretty high after reading all the reviews and I haven't had a good japanese meal in ages, but the dinner was really a flop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing first, just coz food is served in pretty little bowls doesn't make it keiseki.. To me, keiseki is an experience, the ambience of the restaurant, the waitress, the delicate food, the exquisite taste, the wonderful mix of flavours, Tetsu just dun make the cut in my books.. The ambience is nice but not the greatest, in terms of decor, I prefer Shoyu @ Central even though the food is pretty bad; even Ko is much better with it's simple but tasteful decoration, or maybe the decor of Tetsu just dun make any impression on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the food.. hmm.. to give the chef credit, there are several dishes which were pretty good, but overall, the standard is not fine dining, it's more like having dinner at Sakae, mass produced food for the masses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first dish was Kami Tofu and Kajiki Tataki. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2756262389/" title="V9031940 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3221/2756262389_5b136a984a.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="V9031940" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun take raw stuff, but my sister liked the swordfish, according to her it's nice and chewy. The tofu with century egg was pretty good, it was an interesting mix of texture and taste. Good effort by the chef as the century egg did not have the overpowering kinda taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next is Sashimi Moriwase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2757097916/" title="V9031944 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3083/2757097916_d86bd5ed9e.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="V9031944" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I dun take raw stuff but the sashimi was pretty good coz they gave mid-grade tuna (that's what my sister said and she does know her sashimi). The daikon is pretty good thought, they didn't soak it in water and it's nice and crisp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clear soup is bad.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2757100744/" title="V9031945 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3075/2757100744_9ea56cd1d6.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="V9031945" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clear soup is meant to clear your plalette so it's should be very light but still flavourful. This fish soup was just fishy.. I dun like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gindara No Saikyouyaki, sounds cheem, basically it's just miso-grill cod. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2756267015/" title="V9031946 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3277/2756267015_7d95a5ca19.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="V9031946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The freshness of the cod is very important when it comes to taste, if it's fresh, the taste is superb, if not, the meat is just bland and dry. Some ingredient you can still cover with strong spices, but you can't do that with cod. The cod was not fresh and overdone. There was not much taste and the characteristic sweetness of the meat is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after a very long wait.. the "main dish" finally appeared. There was hot udon, Hire and Rosu Katsu, Ebi Age, Soft-shell Crab Age, Scallop Age, Tempura Mori (Lotus Root, Mushroom and Capsicum) plus Dakonni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2757103562/" title="V9031948 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3167/2757103562_ce114f771b.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="V9031948" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with serving large groups is that it's difficult to control the timing, sadly the udon was sitting in the soup for too long before it was served. The udon can easily be the best dish if it's served pipping with tender noodles, but they took too long to serve and the noodles were soft. The soup was still good though, so I think this dish can definitely be better if we ordered individually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2756271775/" title="V9031951 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3122/2756271775_d489b3444d.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="V9031951" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daikonni is basically stewed vegetables, it's again a simple dish but one which is difficult to prepare due to its simplicity. The daikon is overdone and ends up leaving a bitter taste in the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2757102514/" title="V9031949 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3103/2757102514_e1752bb977.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="V9031949" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetsu is famous for their kushi-style dishes but it was a total disappointment, if they are famous for their katsu, I dunno what to say about Tonkichi. Wenwei and I just had dinner at Tonkichi the week before, so we could tell the vast difference between good katsu and cannot-make-it katsu. The katsu was overdone, the meat was all dry, the skin was soggy.. When you eat katsu, what you want to get it the feeling of crispness on your teeth, followed by the burst of meat juices when you bite into the meat, that's the kind of meat you get at Tonkichi, not Tetsu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the katsu was oily, plus the sauce is just.. .. the brown katsu sauce is waaaaayyy too salty, dun the chef taste the sauce to make sure it's ok before serving? And what's with the 3 tiny drop of sauce?? Again timing, the sauce had been left out for too long that it formed a layer of "skin" on the surface, and it's just a teeny drop which you finish in one bite with nothing left for the rest of the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ebi was not fresh, the meat sticks to the bamboo stick; soft-shell crab is oily and not meaty; scallop age is.. .. .. I just had scallops the other day at Crystal Jade and it's big, juicy and most importantly, sweet. The scallop at Tetsu is big, no juice and bland, there's like hardly any taste, the fake scallop meat taste so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tempura was ok to me but my sister complained that it was too oily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2756273933/" title="V9031952 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2054/2756273933_3d240cf3c4.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="V9031952" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dessert.. Rayner was telling us that they made it fresh on the day itself.. well, I think the dumplings were freshly made, other than that, the green tea ice cream is definitely off the shelf and so are the red beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I mentioned earlier, it's good effort on Rayner's part to organize the dinner and get us a good lobang, but the chef really needs to step to the challenge. Serving 32 pax at one go is a challenge but as a chef, you have to really do it. And the thing is, the serving is kinda off, we were the first ones to be served and when we finish our food, I can see the waitress just about to serve the people at the other tables. They really have to do something about this timing issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dining experience: 3 out of 10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-1840114770457566221?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/1840114770457566221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=1840114770457566221&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/1840114770457566221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/1840114770457566221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/08/tetsu-tanglin-mall.html' title='Tetsu @Tanglin Mall'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3221/2756262389_5b136a984a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-4567722944763011478</id><published>2008-07-28T13:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T13:22:43.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fraud!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;This is fun! The first time I received such a proper&lt;STRONG&gt; fraud  email&lt;/STRONG&gt;.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Yah thanks! Warren Buffett's dead wife wants to give me  money.. well thank you but no thanks.. I rather earn my money the hard way.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#0000ff size=2&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;There's no such thing as  Free Lunch in this world.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;-----Original  Message-----&lt;BR&gt;From: Notification@ukprobate.co.uk [&lt;A  href="mailto:Notification@ukprobate.co.uk"&gt;mailto:Notification@ukprobate.co.uk&lt;/A&gt;]&lt;BR&gt;Sent:  Monday, July 28, 2008 1:09 PM&lt;BR&gt;Subject: Bequest Notification&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Dear  Beneficiary,&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;On behalf of the board of Trustees and Executors to the Will  of late&lt;BR&gt;Mrs. Susan T. Buffett, I wish to notify you that you were listed  as&lt;BR&gt;a beneficiary to her WILL, for the sum of US$350,000.00 [Three  Hundred&lt;BR&gt;and Fifty Thousand US Dollars] in the codicil and last testament of  late&lt;BR&gt;Mrs. Susan T. Buffett.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Her BEQUEST / WILL were read on Friday,  28th of March, 2008 at the&lt;BR&gt;British Royal Court, England as she instructed  before her death. Mrs. Susan T. Buffett was 72 years old when she died on July  29,&lt;BR&gt;2004. Until her death, Mrs. Buffett was a director of Berkshire Hathaway,  her husband's holding company, and was president of the Buffett Foundation,  which&lt;BR&gt;has contributed millions of dollars for education, medical research,  population control and other charities.&lt;BR&gt;Being a widely traveled woman, she  must have been in contact with your&lt;BR&gt;organization in the past or simply you  were nominated to her by one of&lt;BR&gt;her numerous friends in America.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I  hereby request that you contact us through our office email address&lt;BR&gt;or  telephone number as soon as possible to enable us file an application&lt;BR&gt;on your  behalf at the probate office for the execution of the WILL and&lt;BR&gt;remittance of  your funds.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Yours Faithfully,&lt;BR&gt;Jay Smith ( London )&lt;BR&gt;Email:  Jaysmith@gkeche.com&lt;BR&gt;Phone: +44 703 174 7806&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-4567722944763011478?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/4567722944763011478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=4567722944763011478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/4567722944763011478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/4567722944763011478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/07/fraud.html' title='Fraud!!!'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-6924974146371208135</id><published>2008-07-23T10:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T10:20:42.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If it's urgent, then do it right</title><content type='html'>Don&amp;#39;t come blaming me when the transaction is delayed due to your mistake ok. It&amp;#39;s not fair, I did not give the instructions, I helped by checking with the relevant departments on what&amp;#39;s going on, so don&amp;#39;t accuse me of not doing my work.&lt;p&gt;If you know that the transaction is so important, you should had checked and made sure that everything was right before giving out the instructions. You gave the wrong details, of course the transaction is not put through and obviously it&amp;#39;s get delayed. So it&amp;#39;s my fault?&lt;p&gt;I know you&amp;#39;re anxious about the transaction but like I said, if you&amp;#39;re anxious about it, do it right the first time.&lt;p&gt;*Angry&lt;p&gt;And I dun get it, how come everyone is always late when it rains in the morning? Where are their sense of responsibility? Just because it&amp;#39;s raining doesn&amp;#39;t mean the world stops in its track, life goes on and so does everything else.&lt;p&gt;When it rains, I leave my place early so that I can reach on time coz I know there would be traffic delays and such. &lt;p&gt;I make the effort to come into the office early every morning. I make the effort to finish my work before I leave, even if it means that I have to work late. But I&amp;#39;m penalized for coming in early, I have to retrieve all the fax and stuff; I&amp;#39;m also penalized for leaving late, I have to clear out stuff which my dear partner had forgotten and I got scolded for it. &lt;p&gt;*Pissed&lt;p&gt;I tend to skip lunch these days coz of budget constraint, but our arrangement was that my partner go for lunch at 12 and I go at 1pm. Just coz I skipped lunch for a few days, she happily took the liberality and leave for lunch at 1145 and come back at 130. What if I have a lunch appointment and needs to go off at 1pm? I can&amp;#39;t coz someone needs to be in the office.&lt;p&gt;Basically I&amp;#39;m just being too nice and people are taking advantage of me. Damn.&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;s a good thing that my manager is not blind and she could see that my partner is not on the ball. And she knows that I&amp;#39;m holding the fort on my own for most of the time. At least my efforts have not gone to waste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-6924974146371208135?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/6924974146371208135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=6924974146371208135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/6924974146371208135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/6924974146371208135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-its-urgent-then-do-it-right.html' title='If it&apos;s urgent, then do it right'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-7249999190416241621</id><published>2008-07-14T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T11:45:52.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing is Cruel</title><content type='html'>It might be fun but there&amp;#39;s no denying of the fact that it&amp;#39;s damn cruel. I know I&amp;#39;m in denial, I eat meat everyday, but what you can&amp;#39;t see cannot kill you.. Fishing is just so in-your-face..&lt;p&gt;We went over to Ubin last weekend for fishing and I have to say it&amp;#39;s a pretty interesting trip. It&amp;#39;s my first time on a fishing trip and though my feet hurts like crazy from the oh-it&amp;#39;s-only-a-15-minutes-walk-but-was-in-fact-an-hour&amp;#39;s-walk, it was a very different kinda experience. Plus I managed to catch some rays, so I&amp;#39;m nicely brown right now :p&lt;p&gt;Still the whole fishing thing was so cruel! First were the worms.. They are alive and then being cut into small pieces, hooked onto the hook while still alive, and threw into the water as bait.. Then the live prawns.. they too are alive and a hook would be put through the tail so that it remains alive in the water.. gosh.. and we have a couple of prawns which only had their tails left when we got it out of the water, meaning fishes nibbled at it till it dies.&lt;p&gt;That&amp;#39;s the bait part... When fishes were caught, it&amp;#39;s just as cruel.. And the worse ever thing happened while we were fishing, and I was responsible for hooking the poor stingray. It was the only fish which raise to the bait that day and after a long struggle, we finally got it out of the water. The first thing to do when you catch a stingray is to chop off its tail so that it can&amp;#39;t sting you, and that&amp;#39;s what ah dear did.&lt;p&gt;The only thing is, we didn&amp;#39;t know the stingray was pregnant, so right after ah dear chopped off its tail, there was this whitish stuff at the tail area. Initially we thought that it&amp;#39;s the intestine or something like that, but when we put the stingray into a bag of water, turned out the white stuff was a baby stingray! omg! We immediately placed the baby back into the water, but it&amp;#39;s too late to save the mummy stingray.&lt;p&gt;Would I still go on fishing trips? I might, I still like the traveling part, but I&amp;#39;m gonna stay far far away from the &amp;quot;action&amp;quot; the next time round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-7249999190416241621?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/7249999190416241621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=7249999190416241621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/7249999190416241621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/7249999190416241621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/07/fishing-is-cruel.html' title='Fishing is Cruel'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-1598802058639019390</id><published>2008-06-27T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T17:45:06.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's only one kinda time</title><content type='html'>and it&amp;#39;s called LAST MINUTE.&lt;p&gt;I dun understand why everything comes in only at the last possible moment, more often than not, it&amp;#39;s way past the last possible moment. I can have free time in the morning, with time to clear my backlog, and then at 4pm, everything comes in, all at the same time.&lt;p&gt;What the heck is wrong with everyone? If it&amp;#39;s so urgent, why can&amp;#39;t you just tell me earlier? If it&amp;#39;s really that urgent and that important, why do you have to wait till the last minute before calling?&lt;p&gt;Stupid idiots&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-1598802058639019390?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/1598802058639019390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=1598802058639019390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/1598802058639019390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/1598802058639019390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/06/theres-only-one-kinda-time.html' title='There&apos;s only one kinda time'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-5357280872346112907</id><published>2008-06-25T16:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T16:11:43.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I dun really like myself a lot right now, everyone seems to think I&amp;#39;m a pushover and I am acting in the same way.. But the thing is, I&amp;#39;m not a pushover, I only let people get their way because it makes life easier. I dun think the way they do things are right and I dun think I should be helping them all the time, but sometimes there really is no choice and if I dun help them, who would?&lt;p&gt;I can jolly well stand up to people for myself, I really dun need any help. She&amp;#39;s mean and impatient, I know that; she&amp;#39;s rude to be, I know that too; I&amp;#39;m just letting her get her way coz we need to cooperate with each other. I dun wanna make things difficult coz we still have to work with each other. &lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m sick of people using me for their own means.. if you have beef with her, that&amp;#39;s your problem, not mine. Dun come make it my problem ok. She&amp;#39;s a bitch, yah I know that, so? Do you honestly expect me to go tell her off, and then what? Look at each other funny for the rest of the time we work together?&lt;p&gt;I hate bullshit but some people are just shit and we just have to live with it.&lt;p&gt;This is the very first year that I haven&amp;#39;t got a present for myself.. nothing.. nothing at all.. it&amp;#39;s depressing.. it really is..&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m so fucked.. fucked up.. bloody fucked up..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-5357280872346112907?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/5357280872346112907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=5357280872346112907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/5357280872346112907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/5357280872346112907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_25.html' title='...'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-1544218082977111261</id><published>2008-06-12T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:58:31.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love ball ball!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2572384517/" title="V9031877 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3115/2572384517_496272d95c.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="V9031877" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2573206694/" title="V9031873 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3093/2573206694_3bbcc24bbf.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="V9031873" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2573207602/" title="V9031875 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3105/2573207602_9acab6fe1e.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="V9031875" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2572382597/" title="V9031872 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3137/2572382597_c61a4cdb50.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="V9031872" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-1544218082977111261?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/1544218082977111261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=1544218082977111261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/1544218082977111261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/1544218082977111261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-ball-ball.html' title='I love ball ball!!'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3115/2572384517_496272d95c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-160410596013017266</id><published>2008-06-12T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:55:19.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>旧爱还是最美</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="V9031822 by jyaisu, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2573254180/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="V9031822" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3163/2573254180_4859a88af1.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I still prefer my 903sh.. though my p905 has a 5.1mp camera, the photo quality really cannot match that of my 3.2mp sharp camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I gotta start checking out other sharp phones already..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-160410596013017266?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/160410596013017266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=160410596013017266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/160410596013017266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/160410596013017266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_12.html' title='旧爱还是最美'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3163/2573254180_4859a88af1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-2917662165622816399</id><published>2008-06-12T11:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:50:07.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baffling'/><title type='text'>Bitch</title><content type='html'>Just because you're a man doesn mean you're not a bitch. &lt;p&gt;First you complain we never call you, then when we call you complain we're wasting your time. Fuck, if your meeting is that important, I can always call you back. Did I not ask if we can talk now? If we can't talk, you can just tell me. &lt;p&gt;Fucking bitch. I'm not even going to acknowledge that you're a bastard coz from the way you act, I strongly believe you're sorely missing balls between your legs. &lt;p&gt;Arsehole! Piss me off on such a nice day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-2917662165622816399?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/2917662165622816399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=2917662165622816399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/2917662165622816399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/2917662165622816399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/06/bitch.html' title='Bitch'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-1413363905981733951</id><published>2008-06-09T18:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T18:28:46.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mush</title><content type='html'>My brains are made of mush..&lt;br&gt;.. yummy mush I like to think.&lt;p&gt;One moment everything is there..&lt;br&gt;.. there? what is there?&lt;p&gt;Memories are like slippery fishes..&lt;br&gt;.. yucky slimy fishes I hate.&lt;p&gt;Swimming right into view..&lt;br&gt;.. and disappearing with the flick of their tail.&lt;p&gt;My brains are made of mush..&lt;br&gt;.. mushroomy mush I hope it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-1413363905981733951?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/1413363905981733951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=1413363905981733951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/1413363905981733951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/1413363905981733951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/06/mush.html' title='Mush'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-8525247376261048725</id><published>2008-06-07T16:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T16:23:37.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>采花贼</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2558136100/" title="P1000013 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3257/2558136100_cd3581308c.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="P1000013" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught right in the act!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2557313983/" title="P1000015 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3014/2557313983_79061077bf.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="P1000015" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's totally ignoring me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2557314231/" title="P1000016 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3142/2557314231_c91f87319c.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="P1000016" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my poor flower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*The tragic affair of my flower and the vege-dog*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-8525247376261048725?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/8525247376261048725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=8525247376261048725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/8525247376261048725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/8525247376261048725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='采花贼'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3257/2558136100_cd3581308c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-1596116343561112205</id><published>2008-06-07T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T16:17:01.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweetest Thing</title><content type='html'>Work can be real tiring.. but the office had been great.. there's the..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P1000175 by jyaisu, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2558066988/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="P1000175" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3144/2558066988_031d314807_m.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="P1000176 by jyaisu, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2558067304/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="P1000176" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3107/2558067304_6b97f11388_m.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy yummy ice-cream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P1000171 by jyaisu, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2557244261/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="P1000171" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3065/2557244261_909b4bccbb.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet chocolate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a girl's best gift..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P1000177 by jyaisu, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2557245055/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P1000177" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3059/2557245055_f65db95439.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? My RM is the sweetest thing :p&lt;br /&gt;Time to go shopping!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-1596116343561112205?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/1596116343561112205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=1596116343561112205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/1596116343561112205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/1596116343561112205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/06/sweetest-thing.html' title='The Sweetest Thing'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3144/2558066988_031d314807_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-3693493314156854114</id><published>2008-06-04T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T15:48:02.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Camp</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m so gonna get fat.. I dun mind getting a little extra flesh but at the rate I&amp;#39;m eating..&lt;p&gt;On Sunday I had cheesecake and chocolate cake..&lt;br&gt;Yesterday I had pound cake, muffin and chocolate cake.. oh, not to forget the Famous Amos cookies..&lt;br&gt;Today I had mango juice, cheesecake and mango sago..&lt;p&gt;Die.. at this rate of consuming sugar, I really need to start working out.. &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-3693493314156854114?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/3693493314156854114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=3693493314156854114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/3693493314156854114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/3693493314156854114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/06/fat-camp.html' title='Fat Camp'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-2847742774817263148</id><published>2008-05-29T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T21:46:14.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dun be too happy with your diamond ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Girls gets super excited when their other half comes up with this super big  and shiny diamond ring, but really, dun be too happy about it. Before you accept  the ring, ask the guy, does the diamond come with a cert to say that it's not a  conflict diamond?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Now you dun want blood on your hands, you seriously  dun.. Would you accept a diamond ring if you know that the diamond was sold so  that it can fund a war?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I was watching &lt;A  href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blood_Diamonds_%28TV_show%29"&gt;Blood  Diamonds&lt;/A&gt; on History Channel the other day and I was shocked.. very shocked..  oh, it's the tv show, not movie.. Humans can be cruel, very very cruel.. For the  sake of controlling the diamond mines, they&amp;nbsp;kill without blinking; they  chop off people's arms; they shove a stick into a woman's vagina so that they  can kill her unborn child. Humans are capable of unimaginable  cruelties.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Diamonds were used to fund wars in Africa, fund long bloody  (literally) civil wars.. it's scary, it really really is.. and it's been  revealed that diamonds could very well be funding terrorism.. we're talking  about Al Kaeda of course. Diamonds are the best way to get funds, they are  small, unobtrusive and once it's taken away from its mine, there is no way to  find out where it came from. The perfect tool to launder money.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Be very  wary when you buy diamonds, especially getting diamonds from the States as many  retailers there do not even know about the conflict-free certification. It's a  appalling situation, it's not right and we should do our part to help stop  it.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-2847742774817263148?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/2847742774817263148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=2847742774817263148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/2847742774817263148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/2847742774817263148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/05/dun-be-too-happy-with-your-diamond-ring.html' title='Dun be too happy with your diamond ring'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-4709584113518718127</id><published>2008-05-29T18:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T18:45:38.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grouse</title><content type='html'>I really can&amp;#39;t help but dwell on it, and the more I think about it, the clearer it gets..&lt;p&gt;Our social standing is so low that they cannot even see us, thus we&amp;#39;re being cast aside..&lt;p&gt;Strange how you never think about where you stand in society until someone more atas comes along and show you just how low your status is. Fine, I dun have a 7-digit bank balance; fine, I dun have a mansion in {insert fancy exotic country}; fine, I dun even have money to spare at the end of every month.. but that does not mean I&amp;#39;m not as good a person as you are..&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I really hate to deal with rich people, so what if they have the money, do they have the class to match their money?! &lt;p&gt;*tired&lt;br&gt;**damn tired&lt;br&gt;***super damn tired&lt;p&gt;***&lt;br&gt;I was watching the news the other day on Malaysia banning foreigners from buying petrol in their country and they interviewed this Singaporean who complained (what&amp;#39;s new?) and said he might reduce the number of times he goes to JB in the future. Then they interviewed this Singapore PR who is still a Malaysian who was complaining that it&amp;#39;s not fair to them, blah blah blah..&lt;p&gt;Their complains are groundless and it really pissed me off. Comon, do you pay taxes to the Malaysian government? No right? Then what the fuck are you complaining about? Malaysian oil prices are low coz their government gives subsidies, now where do the subsidy money comes from? From the Malaysians of course, so why should the government let foreigners enjoy something their people pay for?&lt;p&gt;And that Singapore PR, yah, he&amp;#39;s a businessman and he would not take advantage of the Malaysian government&amp;#39;s subsidy, he doesn&amp;#39;t care for that few cents.. pui.. Businessman are the ones who takes advantages of anything which can be taken advantage of, that&amp;#39;s why they are called businessman. And if they dun, then they are lousy businessman. &lt;p&gt;People these days forgot that they get what they work for, nothing is free in this world and ultimately you have to pay for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-4709584113518718127?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/4709584113518718127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=4709584113518718127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/4709584113518718127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/4709584113518718127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/05/grouse.html' title='Grouse'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-7980550444803699939</id><published>2008-05-28T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T14:15:16.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*puzzled..</title><content type='html'>.. and not very pleased..&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I really wonder what is going on.. I mean.. I mean.. damn.. The thing is not that important but it&amp;#39;s definitely a nice-to-have, so when the realization struck that the nice-to-have is not meant to be had, it&amp;#39;s really pretty disappointing.. &lt;p&gt;What to do? I can force it to be mine, can&amp;#39;t I? Can I? Nah.. what&amp;#39;s the point anyway?&lt;p&gt;***&lt;br&gt;**Crude Alert**&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m becoming more liberal with my language recently, not that I&amp;#39;m a very refined person to start with.. but it&amp;#39;s really nice to be able to curse when I feel like it, and not hold it back like I&amp;#39;ve always done so. Image? What image? I dun give a damn and my colleagues are all like so. It&amp;#39;s really liberating to be able to curse and not get weird looks.&lt;p&gt;I mean what&amp;#39;s wrong with the word &amp;quot;fuck&amp;quot;?! It&amp;#39;s just a word, an expression of anger/irritation, I mean isn&amp;#39;t it better that I let it out then keep it all bottled up? Then this morning I was so pissed off that someone told me that I should not curse so much coz it&amp;#39;s not nice for me as a woman and a future mother!!&lt;p&gt;Fuck.. Just because he had something I dun (think body part) doesn&amp;#39;t mean he have the rights to tell me off like so. does he mean that all woman cannot curse? And I just used the word &amp;quot;fuck&amp;quot;, something wrong with that? If woman dun fuck, how do they become mothers in the first place??!&lt;p&gt;And I really hate it when people assume that once I&amp;#39;m married, I&amp;#39;m all ready to pop a baby. Sorry no, marriage does not equal to parenthood. I&amp;#39;ve made it very clear to Ah Dear that I dun like children and I&amp;#39;m not likely to change my mind in the near future.. He knows and understands how I think about it, so why is the world still assuming that I&amp;#39;m ready to pop? I dun like kids, they are nothing but trouble and money-suckers, I dun see why I have to burden myself with them.&lt;p&gt;Now other people can have all the children they want, coz it&amp;#39;s their choice and I respect them for it. It takes courage to take the first step to become a parent (or failure to take precautions, but that&amp;#39;s another story), the commitment is huge and there&amp;#39;s no way I can handle that. No, dun come telling me about it comes naturally, blah blah blah, that&amp;#39;s bullshit. And it&amp;#39;s not so different when it is your child, coz a kid is a kid, whether they share your genes or not.&lt;p&gt;Now I&amp;#39;m not a pessimist, I&amp;#39;m a realist, I see the truth for what it is. Children can be nice and sweet, but they also can be harsh and cruel, it&amp;#39;s a gamble which I do not want to take because I&amp;#39;m not sure if I can take the losses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-7980550444803699939?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/7980550444803699939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=7980550444803699939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/7980550444803699939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/7980550444803699939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/05/puzzled.html' title='*puzzled..'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-7639389728586167129</id><published>2008-05-26T10:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T10:26:09.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PA</title><content type='html'>Oh yes, you&amp;#39;re the PA of the COO of a fucking big bank, but you know something my dear, you&amp;#39;re just his bitch and nothing more. If you are so capable, then you will be the COO, not the PA that clears up shit for the COO.&lt;p&gt;Fucking bitch!&lt;p&gt;Do you even work in a bank? Do you not know what is a privacy policy? U think I can just call up any bank and get any customer information? Dun go tell anyone u work in a bank coz you&amp;#39;re nothing but a disgrace to the banking industry.&lt;p&gt;If it is so urgent, you would had made arrangements a long long time ago to get it done. I should not had been so nice as to go all the way to your office to pick up the fucking instructions and then urgently help you to put it through.. you&amp;#39;re just fucking wasting my time and effort especially when I&amp;#39;m fucking busy.&lt;p&gt;Bitch..&lt;p&gt;I know you&amp;#39;re on perpetual PMS, but that&amp;#39;s your problem, not mine.&lt;p&gt;Bitch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-7639389728586167129?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/7639389728586167129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=7639389728586167129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/7639389728586167129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/7639389728586167129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/05/pa.html' title='PA'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-1112677607038538374</id><published>2008-05-13T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T18:14:17.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so lucky..</title><content type='html'>I can&amp;#39;t believe how incredibly lucky.. Those irritating red rashes I got on my back turns out to be papulosis, or to be exact, Lymphomatoid Papulosis. &lt;br&gt;A quick google search turns out this:&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emedicine.com/DERM/topic254.htm"&gt;http://www.emedicine.com/DERM/topic254.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;It seems like only 1.9 person in a million gets it and I&amp;#39;m the lucky one. And the best thing about this papulosis thing is that there&amp;#39;s no cure for it, none so far, coz no one know what causes it. Damn.. and there&amp;#39;s a small chance that it might turn cancerous, but the chance is very slim and still enough to scare the shit out of me for around 5 minutes.&lt;p&gt;The doc who attended to me last night told me that I have real sensitive skin, it&amp;#39;s crazy.. I have a rash on my ring finger and that turns out to be ringworm infection; I have small blister-like-thingy on my fingertips and that another kinda fungal infection; I have rashes on my neck area and that&amp;#39;s just normal heat rash; then I have the rashes on my body which my doc diagnose as papulosis.. &lt;p&gt;I actually went to the doc coz I&amp;#39;m worried about the weather in Perth (yes I&amp;#39;m going to Perth!) would worsen my rashes but the doc told me that I should go coz cold weather is better for sensitive skin. Maybe it&amp;#39;s time I consider moving to a cold country, like Sweden or something, but since I&amp;#39;m not that rich, I think maybe I should move to China, those northern parts where it&amp;#39;s cold.&lt;p&gt;*tired and itchy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-1112677607038538374?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/1112677607038538374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=1112677607038538374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/1112677607038538374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/1112677607038538374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-so-lucky_13.html' title='I&apos;m so lucky..'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-2596962112471160243</id><published>2008-05-06T16:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T16:28:39.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Non Issue</title><content type='html'>After all the hoo-ha, after interrupting my lunch, turns out it&amp;#39;s a non-issue. It was not an issue in the first place and they have to make so much noise to make people think it&amp;#39;s an issue.. and in the end? It was not a problem lor, what kinda stupid definition is that?&lt;p&gt;Comon, when you say someone is a Singapore PR, what does that mean? It means the person holds a bloody blue NRIC!! That&amp;#39;s the definition which everyone knows.. Oh no, that ***** have to come up with her own definition, that as long as a person works and stays in Singapore for more than 180 days, he&amp;#39;s a PR.. and oh, that person pays tax to the Singapore government, he is a PR.&lt;p&gt;Fuck, what kinda bloody logic is that? A person holding PR status means that he&amp;#39;s a goddamn permanent resident in Singapore, it means that he enjoys rights over a person who holds an Employment Pass.. stupid.. bloody idiot.. EP is EP, PR is PR, it&amp;#39;s two wholly different matter lor, why the fuck do she have to lump them together.&lt;p&gt;And it&amp;#39;s not funny when you tell me at the cut-off time that you have rejected the request because of the non-issue. No, it&amp;#39;s not one bit funny and I dun need you to wake me up. I&amp;#39;m NOT SLEEPY, I&amp;#39;m just goddamn dulan coz you bloody make a mountain out of a molehill.. &lt;p&gt;So so sososoosososos pissed.. why do I always meet such people?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-2596962112471160243?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/2596962112471160243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=2596962112471160243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/2596962112471160243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/2596962112471160243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/05/non-issue.html' title='Non Issue'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-461316511862684413</id><published>2008-05-02T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T18:47:40.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get out if you can't stand the heat</title><content type='html'>I am mean, but honestly if she really can&amp;#39;t stand the heat, then isn&amp;#39;t it better for everyone that she just leaves. Serious, it will be good news for me.&lt;p&gt;Comon, cry?? Since when does crying actually help in anything? All it does is to make guys pity you, and that&amp;#39;s a pathetic thing to do really.. &lt;p&gt;Have I ever mentioned that I really dun like her?? Maybe I should repeat myself again, she&amp;#39;s a irresponsible, two-face bitch, she&amp;#39;s definitely not the kind whom I would talk to voluntarily, if I was not forced to, I would just ignore her. I dun like this kinda girl, spoil brat. &lt;p&gt;Example 1: Assuming that the system is down and not listening to me when I offered a solutions, but when a guy comes along, she was all ears and suddenly the problem was solved.. oh wow.. he&amp;#39;s so smart.. HELLO.. I was trying to help with the exact same solution.. B.I.T.C.H.&lt;p&gt;Example 2: Using my phone without asking me when I&amp;#39;m sitting right next to my phone. Sorry but my mum had taught me since young that whenever I need/use anything that is not mine, I should always ask the person for permission. Even if I&amp;#39;m just getting food from the fridge, I would ask permission from my mum, I think it&amp;#39;s only basic manners to ask.&lt;p&gt;Go die bitch!&lt;p&gt;me hungry.. &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-461316511862684413?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/461316511862684413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=461316511862684413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/461316511862684413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/461316511862684413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/05/get-out-if-you-cant-stand-heat.html' title='Get out if you can&apos;t stand the heat'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-7437115327239037938</id><published>2008-04-24T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T02:33:13.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fax is not stone age</title><content type='html'>Damn.. dun they bloody know that faxing in instructions is not even offered to just anyone?!&lt;p&gt;Stupid! argh.. I am pissed.. super pissed.. I dun give a damn if u dun have fax, that&amp;#39;s your own bloody problem! And I&amp;#39;m not being difficult, I&amp;#39;m already very nice and if you cannot bloody understand proper English, that&amp;#39;s your bloody problem. &lt;p&gt;Stupid I*****s!! #*&amp;amp;(*^%(%^*&amp;amp;#^$&amp;amp;@#$%@#$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-7437115327239037938?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/7437115327239037938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=7437115327239037938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/7437115327239037938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/7437115327239037938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/04/fax-is-not-stone-age.html' title='Fax is not stone age'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-7168083290433062582</id><published>2008-04-22T09:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T09:18:22.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Control control..</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m a bitch in the morning coz I&amp;#39;m not a morning person and I just hate it when I have to wake up.. argh.. &lt;p&gt;I have my own schedule in the morning..&lt;p&gt;6.20am - first alarm&lt;br&gt;6.45am - second alarm&lt;br&gt;7am - third alarm - wake up time&lt;br&gt;7.02am - shower + brush teeth&lt;br&gt;7.15am - choose clothes to wear&lt;br&gt;7.18am - make up&lt;br&gt;7.22am - pack bag&lt;br&gt;7.25am - feed guinea pigs&lt;br&gt;7.28am - wear shoes&lt;br&gt;7.30am - leave the house&lt;br&gt;7.31am - begin walk to train station&lt;br&gt;7.44am - reach train station&lt;p&gt;That&amp;#39;s my schedule for the morning and I can get pretty upset when my schedule is disrupted.. I have OCD too, I like things to happen in the same way every weekday. And that is the reason why I do not like to take bus to the train station, it always disrupts my schedule and I really hate to be late. Plus the bus at my place takes so darn long to reach the interchange, going round and round in circles.. I mean the interchange is just like directly in front of my place, so I really dun like to waste the time to go round and round..&lt;p&gt;Plus the traffic.. argh.. I hate heavy traffic and it&amp;#39;s bad like all the time in the morning. I dun understand why I have to waste time waiting for the bus and then waste so much time as the bus detours just to get to the interchange. I rather just get wet and walk. &lt;p&gt;See.. I&amp;#39;m am so NOT a MORNING PERSON...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-7168083290433062582?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/7168083290433062582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=7168083290433062582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/7168083290433062582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/7168083290433062582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/04/control-control.html' title='Control control..'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-430008655663184864</id><published>2008-04-16T12:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T12:24:51.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're domesticated!</title><content type='html'>It&amp;#39;s so so so funny.. first they give rice as incentive, now they&amp;#39;re giving out cooking oil.. what&amp;#39;s next? sugar? salt?&lt;p&gt;dot dot dot..&lt;p&gt;***&lt;br&gt;A friend sent me a message the other day, he was lamenting that recently he seem to have lost his way in life, that he dunno where his life is heading. I found in kinda funny, not haha-kind, but in an ironic way.. I knew this guy for more than 7 years, I think half the time he have no idea where his life is heading.. &lt;p&gt;To be honest, do we really know where our life is headed to? Most of us just take what we have and make do with it. How many of us have dreams and pursue them? For this friend, I&amp;#39;ve felt that he have lost himself for the longest time.. it&amp;#39;s just my view but from the day I knew him, he&amp;#39;s already lost.. By trying to be a good student, good son, good friend, good partner, he have forgotten to be himself.&lt;p&gt;We all have pressure, pressure to conform and be so-called normal. Does being normal equate to being happy? When we suppress our true selves, is that good? If it&amp;#39;s good, then for who?&lt;p&gt;From young I had tried to conform, I got this idea that I have to blend in, that it&amp;#39;s only right to be like everyone else. But when I started to think about the reason why I was doing that, it hit me that it makes no sense for me to conform. Why should I conform when it&amp;#39;s just to be the same as everyone else? What&amp;#39;s the real reason I should conform? In some ways it&amp;#39;s teenage rebellion, but I realized that I&amp;#39;m happy if I just do things my way, as long as I believe it&amp;#39;s right, I should just go ahead and not worry about what other people think. That obviously is easier said than done, but I always try to keep it in mind when I make decisions.&lt;p&gt;Back to this friend.. I know his dreams, I know his character.. but responsibilities smoldered his dreams, killed his character.. He used to be so free, being able to laugh and smile, but the more he tries to be a good bf and good son, the less smile I could see from his face. &lt;p&gt;When will he learn that he needs to dream?? He needs to work towards a dream.. a big dream.. I have dreams too, big big dreams.. I dream of escaping earth&amp;#39;s hold one day; I dream of being in space; I dream of being in a whole new world. They are unreachable dreams given today&amp;#39;s technology, but they are still dreams.. and I constantly read to reinforce my dreams.&lt;p&gt;People need dreams, people need hope. Hope is what keeps life going.. &lt;p&gt;When will he realize that? When will he release himself from his self-made prison and be who he really is??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-430008655663184864?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/430008655663184864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=430008655663184864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/430008655663184864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/430008655663184864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/04/were-domesticated.html' title='We&apos;re domesticated!'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-5742848634698912209</id><published>2008-04-07T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:45:07.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it still April Fools' Day?</title><content type='html'>1st April is long over and yet so many funny things are still happening..&lt;p&gt;.. like yesterday when Ah Dear and I were being mistaken for cars.. serious.. no joke. Last evening we were walking back home from the in-law&amp;#39;s place when we stopped at this traffic junction. While we were waiting for our side of the junction to turn green so that we could cross, this cheena guy crossed the road on the other side of the junction, slowly walking as the green man was not yet flashing.. But just as he finished crossing the road, he had to jog pass us, jog as in like-when-the-green-man-is-flashing-and-there-are-cars-waiting-to-turn-usually-people-will-jog-across-kinda-jog, and once he passed us, he resumed walking!?&lt;p&gt;Both of us were like huh?! It&amp;#39;s not like he was jogging across the road to start with, he only jogged when he was crossing our path and stopped once he was like a metre away. dot dot dot..&lt;p&gt;Anyway I like to think that I&amp;#39;m a Honda S2000, Ah Dear says he&amp;#39;s a Forrester &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;.. the other joke was from our beloved SBS Transit. On 1st April itself, there were some problems with the NEL line (what&amp;#39;s new right?) and no service towards Punggol. Usually when that happens for SMRT, they would arrange for buses to service the stations which the train services were disrupted, now I thought that&amp;#39;s proper service recovery, if your stuff breaks down, the least you could do is to reduce the inconvenience to the commuters right? Well it&amp;#39;s not so for NEL, I would think that with the number of breakdowns and whatevernot for the NEL line, the staff would be very well-trained and experienced with handling such situations, but it&amp;#39;s really not so.&lt;p&gt;There were announcements telling the commuters that the train service towards Punggol were disrupted and commuters are to look for alternate transport on their own. WTF!?! This doesn&amp;#39;t make sense at all, the train services are there to provide a service to the commuters, so when there&amp;#39;s a problem or disruption, the least they could do is to help provide an alternative transport. But no, the announcement says it all, &amp;quot;we screw up, and we dun care how you plan to get where you want to go.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Now this is really ridiculous so Ah Dear wrote an email to the good people at Comfort Delgro to feedback on the service recovery. So the PR got back to us, offering their apologies and to send us some travel vouchers. Well ok, at least they tried to do some service recovery.. that&amp;#39;s until we received the travel vouchers.. The so-called travel vouchers they gave is 5 free bus rides!! 5 bloody bus rides?! &lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;s a damn joke lor, 5 free bus rides is not even enough to cover the ERP charges we had to pay when we took a cab to office.. It&amp;#39;s just so lame, it&amp;#39;s like not sending us anything at all. Now though the service was down for the trains towards Punggol, remember that all trains are loop services, if one side is affected, the other side is just as affected, we waited like 15 minutes before we cut loose from the crowd and took a cab to work, I was not going to stay in the station, trying to squeeze into the train and suffocate in the process. For those who knows me, I&amp;#39;m very prone to fainting in areas with bad airflow.&lt;p&gt;I really find it strange that SMRT, with only TIBS buses on hand, is able to provide free shuttle buses while SBS transit, with its near monopoly on bus services, was not able to spare a bus or two to act as shuttle buses.. And 5 free bus rides? When we received &amp;quot;vouchers&amp;quot;, we laughed non-stop for 5 minutes, it&amp;#39;s just so god-damn funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-5742848634698912209?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/5742848634698912209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=5742848634698912209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/5742848634698912209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/5742848634698912209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-it-still-april-fools-day.html' title='Is it still April Fools&apos; Day?'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-5409653790048519993</id><published>2008-03-24T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T16:46:00.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phwee</title><content type='html'>Though it does not really concern me and it&amp;#39;s more or less a sure victory, I still held my breath for the Taiwan Presidential Elections. It was such a relief to find out that Ma Ying Jiu had won the elections!! wohoo~~&lt;p&gt;I always like Ma, he&amp;#39;s charismatic, speaks good English and is pretty much a very rational person (i.e. he dun poke the hornet&amp;#39;s nest just for fun). I honestly feel that with Ma in the office, Taiwan would finally recover from its slum and be back on its feet as one of the five Asian Dragon.. &lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve caught snippets of speech by both Ma and Xie and I have to say i&amp;#39;m very impressed; really impressed by Xie&amp;#39;s sportsmanship and Ma&amp;#39;s genuine concern for the people of Taiwan. Xie is a graceful loser, it may be just a show, but it takes a man to admit defeat and show support to his opponent. &lt;p&gt;Ma impressed me with his humble thank you speech. He was humble and unpretentious, again it might be his showmanship but I could really feel that he was speaking from his heart when he mentioned that he still have a lot of work to do, and he will hard to gain the support of the 5m voters who had voted for Xie. And I was even more impressed by his promise to help anyone who approaches him for help, regardless if he&amp;#39;s a green or blue supporter.&lt;p&gt;That is not an easy promise, why should you help someone who voted for the other party?? Simple, coz everyone is a Taiwanese, regardless of their politician inclination, everyone is a citizen of the nation and thus deserves the same treatment. Reasonable eh, but not in the Singapore context. Our dear political party in power would never be caught dead making such a promise, just look at our upgrading projects.. They had made it clear that upgrading is not done on the basis of merit (i.e. which means that the oldest estate does not get priority), instead it&amp;#39;s based on how the residents have voted. If you vote for PAP, then your estate get priority for upgrading. Who cares about the old houses in hougang and potong pasir, it&amp;#39;s your fault that you dun vote for pap.&lt;p&gt;Now is that right?? Where does the money for the upgrading come from?? Public funds of course, does pap own our public funds?? I hope the answer is no. Since it&amp;#39;s public funds, what rights do they have to use it for their own purpose (i.e. servicing their own estates), it&amp;#39;s just not right. Do the people in Hougang and Potong Pasir not pay tax? It&amp;#39;s just not right.&lt;p&gt;And this is not the only thing I can think of which is not right. My in-law works at a pap kindergarten, guess what she was made to do during the elections, she had to attend a rally, not coz she wants to, but she was &amp;quot;asked&amp;quot; to. Asked is a nice word, required is a more accurate term. And my friend who works at our trade union told me the other day that he was asked to knock on the doors of residents to inform them that their MP is visiting during elections period, which was totally fine, except that he does not work for pap.&lt;p&gt;Is it right that our ruling party uses public resources to help them in their campaigning? Is it right that our ruling party uses public funds to further their hold on the people? &lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m not anti-pap, I agree with alot of the work and policies which they had done, I think they had done a fantastic job over the years and I do believe that they would continue to do a great job. But I like to think of myself as patriotic, and being patriotic does not mean that I have to echo everything the ruling party says.. instead if I feel that something they said or done is wrong, I should speak out about it, and that&amp;#39;s what I&amp;#39;m doing now. This is not to discredit what they had done, but they are still people and not saints, they can make mistakes and that&amp;#39;s what I&amp;#39;m trying to point out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-5409653790048519993?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/5409653790048519993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=5409653790048519993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/5409653790048519993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/5409653790048519993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/03/phwee.html' title='Phwee'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-5863169415192871171</id><published>2008-03-18T17:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T17:44:51.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Sad Story - Effect of Birth Control Pills - Please Pass To Your Female Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=367243709-14032008&gt;haiz.. I dun  understand why people just like to forward such mails to me.. it's just so..  argh.. I just hate hate hate such forwarded mails, did the person even read  through the mail before forwarding them to me?? Dun they know that such mails  are actually a form of virus?? argh.. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=367243709-14032008&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=367243709-14032008&gt;I know most of them  are being kind and wanted others to know more about the topic in the mail, but  have they ever stopped to check the accuracy of the information in the mails??  Can they be 100% sure? or no, even 70% sure that the mail being a genuine one?  There's no way to know if the mail is real or not, so it's not right be  perpetuate lies.. Most of such mails have an element of truth, to make it sound  convincing.. but then maybe only 10% is real, the rest are all just lies or made  up to serve their own purpose. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=367243709-14032008&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=367243709-14032008&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=367243709-14032008&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=367243709-14032008&gt;&lt;A  href="http://www.snopes.com/medical/drugs/dishuk.asp"&gt;http://www.snopes.com/medical/drugs/dishuk.asp&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=367243709-14032008&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=367243709-14032008&gt;The email in this  case talked about birth control which allows a woman to have menses only 4 times  a year. Well to me, having menses only 4 times a year is a fantastic news, to  the men out there, menses is a pain, a fucking big pain every month and not  having it every month is really a blessing.. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=367243709-14032008&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Tahoma size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=367243709-14032008&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Tahoma size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=367243709-14032008&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Tahoma size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=367243709-14032008&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=367243709-14032008&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;So what is  wrong with women having only 4 periods a year?? Oh, there's absolutely nothing  wrong except for the fact that women having control over their own bodies.. oh  that is so so so wrong.. woman can never have control, no way.. woman must obey  man and listen to whatever they say. It's a scary thought but think about it,  why would people come up with such scare emails?? The purpose is to scare woman  into losing control over their own bodies.. while we can do so much things to  the world, to the environment, we cannot do anything to ourselves. The message  sent is very clear, woman should not have control over  themselves.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=367243709-14032008&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=367243709-14032008&gt;I know I'm sounding  extreme, but I do believe in what I say. The issue here is not about woman, but  about man wanting to be in control.. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=367243709-14032008&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=367243709-14032008&gt;Man vs Woman..  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=367243709-14032008&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=367243709-14032008&gt;Egg vs  Chicken&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=367243709-14032008&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=367243709-14032008&gt;A chicken is nothing  but an egg waiting to be born.. .. .. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=367243709-14032008&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=367243709-14032008&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Arial color=#0000ff size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=367243709-14032008&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#000000&gt;*I'm not making sense.. I know.. .. life doesn't make sense, why  should I?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-5863169415192871171?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/5863169415192871171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=5863169415192871171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/5863169415192871171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/5863169415192871171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/03/very-sad-story-effect-of-birth-control.html' title='A Very Sad Story - Effect of Birth Control Pills - Please Pass To Your Female Friends'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-8200089210028870122</id><published>2008-03-11T14:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T14:21:33.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape</title><content type='html'>With MSK&amp;#39;s escape, Edison&amp;#39;s hold on the headlines finally broke, which really comes at a relief coz it&amp;#39;s just so tiring to see him on the headlines every single day.. it really makes one wonder, is there nothing else newsworthy? Other than Edison is Lydia Sim&amp;#39;s death.. now again.. why are we so obsessed with celebrities? It&amp;#39;s ok to pay some attention to their news, know what they are doing, but to the extent of having them on the headlines everyday? That is really going overboard.&lt;p&gt;What have Edison done wrong really? He took pictures during sex, with consent from his partner, now there&amp;#39;s no law forbidding one to take pictures, and definitely no law against one taking pictures during sex, so why should he be on the news like everyday?! So many celebrities have sex tapes and such, do we make such a hoo-ha over every one of them?? no.. I guess not.. oh yah, I forgot, we&amp;#39;re conservative asians.. ugh..&lt;br&gt;Edison&amp;#39;s only fault would probably be his complacency.. that he did not make the effort to encrypt his files.. He was complacent and in order to make amends, he announced that he&amp;#39;s leaving the industry. Now shouldn&amp;#39;t someone else be doing that? We talk about having superb leadership in our country, we talk about paying top notch salary to them because we do not want to lose them.. and then what happens? Something goes wrong and the blame gets filtered down all the way to the people doing the shit job. The poor guys get the shittest pay, do all the shit work and gets all the blame.. some other people sits in their office, gets all the glory and none of the blame when shit hits the fan. Life is so darn fair..&lt;br&gt;Now I&amp;#39;ve been working for a couple of years and I meet all kinda of bosses, the good ones, the bad ones, the mean ones and the bitchy ones.. I am lucky enough to work in all parts of the corporate level, from the lowest of lowest to relatively high up in the corporate ladder, something I noticed, if one is the kinda boss who takes all the glory and pushes all the blame to his people, that kinda boss tends to get stuck somewhere midway in the corporate ladder. Those who are on the top are bosses who is willing to share glory and blame. When good things happen, they will credit the people who put in the effort, who went through all the shit; when bad things happen, they will take up the responsibility and take positive actions to correct the mistake.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve learnt from my boss that there&amp;#39;s no use pushing blame, what is done is done, instead of wasting time trying to fault someone, why not just work together as a team to help resolve the issue? Settle the issue then do a review to see what went wrong and how we can prevent it from happening again in the future. Putting the blame on someone, pointing fingers is not helpful.&lt;br&gt;Now do we see that in our country&amp;#39;s leaders? Do we? Oh sure someone came out to apologize.. but is it enough? Let&amp;#39;s just look at other democracies, of course we can&amp;#39;t compare to them coz democracy is a farce in sg, but let&amp;#39;s just pretend that we&amp;#39;re really democratic.. ever seen politicians step down coz of smaller mistakes? All the time.. &lt;br&gt;It takes a lot of man to admit that one had made a mistake and it takes even more man to accept responsibility for the mistake made. Is he man enough? Yah, he apologized, but so? Remember what Dao Ming Si from F4 said? &amp;quot;Why do we still have police when apologies are enough?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;P.U.S.S.Y.&lt;br&gt;I rest my case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-8200089210028870122?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/8200089210028870122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=8200089210028870122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/8200089210028870122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/8200089210028870122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/03/escape.html' title='Escape'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-6287032250239923856</id><published>2008-02-28T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T09:40:02.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m actually kinda troubled about this whole issue of having kids or not.. no one is pressuring to have kids but somehow it just keeps coming up in my mind.. &lt;p&gt;Should I or should I not??&lt;p&gt;I used to be very firm in my viewpoint, no means no, I dun like children and I&amp;#39;m happy with my puppy.. but when I think about it, my Ah Dear likes children.. alot.. I just dun feel that it&amp;#39;s fair to deny him of that joy. I&amp;#39;m not that kind of person who can build my joy on another person&amp;#39;s happiness, it&amp;#39;s just not right and karma will hit some day... &lt;p&gt;But but.. the idea of having kids is scary, imagine screaming kids running about.. ugh.. thought it&amp;#39;s important on the parent&amp;#39;s part to discipline the child, but I think it&amp;#39;s a daunting task coz no matter how much one disciplines a child, once they go to school and mix with other kids, the kid will start to learn from their peers. The 7 sisters met up yesterday and Jun was reminding me something I always believed in.. Children are meant to be seen, not heard. I was brought up with that idea and so are many of my peers, thus we turn out to be nice disciplined kids. &lt;p&gt;Now I know I can teach my child that but just how long would the idea stay with him?? Remember all the peer pressure we had when we were kids? Peer pressure is not something we can just brush off, so no matter how well disciplined a child is, what will happen when he goes to school and starts to see how other kids behave? There&amp;#39;s so much unknown when it comes to kids that it really turns me off..&lt;p&gt;There&amp;#39;s really alot of factors to consider when it comes to kid, if I really do want kids, I want them before I turn 30.. but then I&amp;#39;m already 27, 30 seems so near yet so far. Sometimes I really dunno what to think.. what do I want? what do ah dear want? what do we want?&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;s all questions with no answers in sight..&lt;p&gt;On the bright side, another jiemei is gonna to tie the knot!!! Congratulations Zhen, we know that u&amp;#39;ve been really looking forward to it, must be the prettiest bride around ok!! We&amp;#39;re always here if you need any help and dun try to lose weight for the wedding ok! It&amp;#39;s not worth the efforts and brides should glow with joy, not be skinny and gaunt! Remember that ok!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-6287032250239923856?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/6287032250239923856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=6287032250239923856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/6287032250239923856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/6287032250239923856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/02/kids.html' title='Kids'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-1956401591107670668</id><published>2008-02-13T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:24:12.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our wedding</title><content type='html'>The photos are not up yet coz we haven got them yet.. argh.. but then here's a few from the montage :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2237940699/" title="28 copy by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2039/2237940699_d21e066155.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="28 copy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pretty bride *beams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2238732990/" title="36 copy by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2153/2238732990_a502518017.jpg" width="500" height="323" alt="36 copy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? my ah dear cannot keep his hands off me :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2238732390/" title="33 copy by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2149/2238732390_6c2d4a7182.jpg" width="500" height="281" alt="33 copy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and Daddy are all smiles ^^/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2238732574/" title="34 copy by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2005/2238732574_95079a6ab4.jpg" width="500" height="312" alt="34 copy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Ah Ma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2237939741/" title="22 copy by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2106/2237939741_b1d599cfdb.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="22 copy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The in-laws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2238731566/" title="29 copy by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2317/2238731566_d3841e700a.jpg" width="500" height="269" alt="29 copy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride and the groom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2237938111/" title="13 copy by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2224/2237938111_7ce8f9915c.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="13 copy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sealed with a kiss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding speech from dear Ed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A friend told me that "the beginning of love is the end of logic."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Logically, of course. I can understand why it is that these 2 lovely people have gotten together. Jason's quite a man. Quite a LOT of man. Exactly how much, I think Jayce knows better than any of us. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jayce, complements him, but loses none of her own individuality. Like the chilli padi she loves so much. She is a person in her own right, and brings forth the best in the man that she's with. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But we are not here to celebrate logic. We are here to celebrate love. There's no reason in the world, at the end of the day, for them to choose each other. Among all the chilli padi, and among all the dishes in the world, they have chosen to commit to each other for the rest. of. their. lives. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So we celebrate this magical, crazy, illogical, senseless, wonderful thing, that has brought the 2 of them together.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We celebrate their love. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now a word of advice, dear hearts. There will be no happily ever after. You will quarrel, irritate each other, and get pissed off in return. You will fight, and you will jump on one another. But through it all, you will still love each other, and remember to show it. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So to your new life together. May it not be perfect. But May you find beauty in that imperfection, and in the wonderful wonderful love, that you have together. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cheers. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone who made time to celebrate with us, it was tiring but I could not had asked for more ^^/ it was perfect in our very own way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-1956401591107670668?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/1956401591107670668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=1956401591107670668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/1956401591107670668'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Backstreet boys × SMAP - I Want it That Way &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rpfKmGL3ZWQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rpfKmGL3ZWQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Backstreet Boys × SMAP - Shape Of My Heart &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZA0a_eDq9Uc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZA0a_eDq9Uc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div 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SMAP'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-347415617981812150</id><published>2008-01-31T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T13:45:48.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Have To Give</title><content type='html'>Dedicated to myself.. when all else is gone, I will always be true to myself..&lt;br /&gt;Backstreet Boys will always be my favourite band, no matter how they turn out to be now.. always and forever.. but forever only last for a day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fzG2uGVwucE&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what he does to make you cry,&lt;br /&gt;but I'll be there to make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a fancy car,&lt;br /&gt;to get to you I'd walk a thousand miles.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if he buys you nice things&lt;br /&gt;Does his gifts come from the heart-I don't know&lt;br /&gt;But if you were my girl...&lt;br /&gt;I'd make it so we'd never be apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;But my love is all I have to give&lt;br /&gt;Without you I don't think I can live&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could give the world to you...but&lt;br /&gt;Love is all I have to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you talk-does it seem like he's not&lt;br /&gt;even listening to a word you say?&lt;br /&gt;That's okay babe, just tell me your problens&lt;br /&gt;I'll try my best to kiss them all away...&lt;br /&gt;Does he leave when you need him the most?&lt;br /&gt;Does his friends get all your time?&lt;br /&gt;Baby please...I'm on my knees&lt;br /&gt;praying for the day that you'll be mine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;To you...Hey girl, I don't want you to cry no more-inside&lt;br /&gt;All the money in the world could never add up to all the love&lt;br /&gt;I have inside...I Love You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bass Break&lt;br /&gt;And I will give it to you&lt;br /&gt;All I can give, All I can give&lt;br /&gt;Everything I have is for you&lt;br /&gt;But love is all I have to give&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-347415617981812150?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/347415617981812150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=347415617981812150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/347415617981812150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/347415617981812150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/01/all-i-have-to-give.html' title='All I Have To Give'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-3748452793661802511</id><published>2008-01-31T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T12:17:08.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unforgettable..</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Unforgettable, thats what you are&lt;br /&gt;Unforgettable though near or far&lt;br /&gt;Like a song of love that clings to me&lt;br /&gt;How the thought of you does things to me&lt;br /&gt;Never before has someone been more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unforgettable in every way&lt;br /&gt;And forever more, thats how youll stay&lt;br /&gt;Thats why, darling, its incredible&lt;br /&gt;That someone so unforgettable&lt;br /&gt;Thinks that I am unforgettable too&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this song just lovely? I really do like Nat King Cole, his songs are so lovely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;So how do I pick up the shit now?? hmm... was I even naming anyone in my previous post? DId I mention that it was so-and-so? I could be talking about my neighbour for goodness sake and now you want to announce to the world who you think it is.. Let me tell you something, it was not only one person, my brains and thoughts are in my head, not yours, u can guess but do you really know what I am thinking about? And the thing is, there's no need for you to understand me totally, it makes life boring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I'm most angry about it 只许周官放火，不许百姓点灯 he said the exact same thing to me and now it's wrong of me to put it down in words? ok fine, it's my fault, since when is it not my fault anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accommodating? Yes, you are so accommodating that everything I suggested is met with a NO, even before you choose to listen to my rationale behind it. Fine subsequently you come up with all the nice "reasons" why this-and-that cannot be done but they sound more like excuses than anything else.. Yes you finally agreed to wear a hat, but after how bloody long?? Wearing a hat is so damn difficult lah, it will kill you right? Then don't wear that bloody thing, it's 20 bucks, I can just throw it away or give it to any random guy that walks by the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance floor was there so that the ballroom does not look so damn empty ok, I did not put it there for fun, it was there for a reason too, which you conveniently forgot. When we made the booking for the place, u beat your chest and said there's definitely 40 tables and above, is there? So in order to make the ballroom look less empty, I suggested the dance floor, is that wrong? Does it need your accommodating personality to accept it? If you're not happy about it, then take away lor, it's not too late to tell the hotel about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you want to talk about the live band? Cancel lor, what's the point of having a live band right? Makes it look even more like tha dnd, cancel lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh.. why not let's just cancel the whole wayang? Since everyone not happy already, let just cancel the whole thing, makes life easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was a memorable wedding, and u know how much I hate all the supposedly "traditional" wedding, coz it's forgettable, everyone does the same thing and no one remembers the wedding at all. I think it's just me being silly, who will want to remember my wedding anyway? I dun think anyone should, it's none of their business anyway.. who am i? some big shot? ha.. I only look big to my doggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole thing is getting so ridiculous, it's just absurd.. Why do we have to go through all these pain?? why? I really dun get it? Isn't the high tea reception enough already? Share our joys with who? I hate wedding dinner and I hate it even more when I have to get people to come to my wedding dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable thing about this whole wedding would be how &lt;b&gt;unhappy&lt;/b&gt; I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-3748452793661802511?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/3748452793661802511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=3748452793661802511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/3748452793661802511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/3748452793661802511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/01/unforgettable.html' title='Unforgettable..'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-499069183029937008</id><published>2008-01-30T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T17:07:05.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh</title><content type='html'>I dun understand, if it's a guy and he doesnt get the hint and stop calling me when I tell him that I'm having a manicure, I'm ok with it coz guys are stupid anyway. But it's a girl for crying out loud, I'm getting my nails done and it's so damn damn difficult to answer the call lor, so stop calling me!! argh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Let me say this, I'm not having pre-wedding jitters and my bad temper is not due the anticipation on the wedding, coz I'm not having very high hopes for the whole thing, I can already tell alot of shit is going to happen that day and for sure I would lose my temper. But guess what, I dun give a damn, I just want to get it over with and continue with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so irritating to plan everything, everyone have different ideas and it's just so difficult to try to accomdate to everyone's wishes, not that I'm a very accomodating person in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning an event is not easy, yet people are not cooperating and asking for the strangest things, like asking for the floor plan when they have not even confirmed the number of tables, it's so ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dun get the yu sheng thing, is it very interesting to have everyone lao yu sheng at the same thing?? it's not a d&amp;d lor.. duh.. and then then whole tea ceremony thing, one moment want this, the other moment want that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Fucking headache now.. sian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-499069183029937008?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/499069183029937008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=499069183029937008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/499069183029937008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/499069183029937008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/01/argh.html' title='Argh'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-5000737087401730952</id><published>2008-01-26T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T01:06:50.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>Are trains really the way to go?</title><content type='html'>We're having 2 more train lines in the works and will be up by 2020, but is it really necessary? Now that I'm staying at Hougang most of the time (oh yah, I stay in hougang but my block is under punggol-pasir ris and not aljunied or hougang.. damn.. and I was hoping to be able to vote again come the next elections), I do take the NEL pretty often and somehow I can understand why the train frequency is so low. Of course there's lots of pple waiting for the train to get back to Hougang/Sengkang, but if you look at the train going in the opposite direction, it's virtually empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does the train going from Punggol to Harborfront have to do with the train going from Harborfront to Punggol? Well basically train service is a loop service, they go round and round.. so while it's profitable to run the train from Harbourfront to Punggol, it's not really profitable to run the train from Punggol to Harbourfront. Since NEL is not a government run service, it's not reasonable to expect it not to make profits, no one would work for zero benefits, that's just commonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's also commonsense that the human traffic from Punggol to Harborfront would be virtually zero during the evening peak hours, so the question is, why? Why build a line which would not be fully utilized? Either they based their calculations on the wrong assumptions, or maybe they are just too optimistic.. Looking at the case of NEL, I really wonder if the two new lines would face the same fate.. It just seem wrong to me that we build and build without really knowing why? Is the demand really there? Does it really benefit the residents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For pple who had been Hougang residents from long long ago, I think majority would agree that bus services served them better, they used to be so many bus going from Hougang to almost any part of Singapore and especially to town area.. now in order to go to Orchard Road, I would have to walk to the train station, take a train to Dhoby Ghuat then take another train to Orchard, else I can take the special city bus service, which costs more than 3 bucks, has an half an hour interval and only run on off-peak hours.. In the past, most Hougang residents can just go to the bus stop in front of their place and take a bus which goes directly from Hougang to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I prefer trains to buses coz their timing are more reliable, buses are still more convenient. So instead of trains which have such a high infrastructure cost, why not just open up more bus routes? And bus have an advantage compared to trains, when trains break down (like the recent 7 hour down-time), so many people get affected, if a bus train down, under a hundred get affected, isn't that better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, more buses means more traffic and maybe even congestion.. true.. but dun we have congestion because of all the building of the train lines? I dunno, I cant even remember when the junction outside Suntec have straight roads.. all the never ending digging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dun think we should spend so much money building train lines when we can better utilize the money on planning bus routes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-5000737087401730952?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/5000737087401730952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=5000737087401730952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/5000737087401730952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/5000737087401730952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/01/are-trains-really-way-to-go.html' title='Are trains really the way to go?'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-5081388106167490571</id><published>2008-01-26T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T18:44:17.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caffeine Addict</title><content type='html'>Legacy left from working.. argh.. It's not a good thing to crave for Caramel Latte, Moroccan Mint Latte and Teh Si (Ya-kun) when I'm at home.. Why is it that the nearest Coffee Bean from my place is at Serangoon Gardens?? Why is Starbucks at Compass Point?? It's a good thing that there's a Ya-Kun over at Hougang Mall but to walk 10 minutes in the hot sun for a cup of Teh Si? I need a better reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can they open a Coffee Bean near my place?? I need my Caramel Latte!! Oh, the Caramel Machi-something is not nice, cannot even compare to my caramel latte..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-5081388106167490571?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/5081388106167490571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=5081388106167490571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/5081388106167490571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/5081388106167490571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/01/caffeine-addict.html' title='Caffeine Addict'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-8070157715721818659</id><published>2008-01-26T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T01:07:44.800+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Parenting License</title><content type='html'>Not anyone can become a parent, it takes a certain something to be a good parent and though majority of the pple have it, some just dun have it.. and yet most of the time, it's this teeny group of pple who breed like bunnies and spoil the good name of parenting. Parenting should be controlled and licensed, people should prove themselves worthy before they are allowed to spawn, they should be able to take care of a dog for at least 10 years before they allow their carnal desires to take over and spawn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just not right to bring a child into this world when one is not prepared to be a parent.. of course, how prepared can one be?? Well at least one should be financially stable before spawning.. I just saw a couple the other day, way too young, both are probably just my little sis's age, 19.. how can u be a parent at 19 in this day and age?? We're not living in our parent's era, 19 is way too young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parenting is a job, a full-time job, 24/7 job which I'm pretty sure I can't do, coz I'll probably kill the child before it can learn to speak. Ever noticed I only look at children and never touch them? Ever noticed I never offer to keep an eye on children? Ever noticed I always decline to carry babies? Coz I'm not interested in the additional responsibility and I really dun want to kill any kids at this moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun like children, never did and probably never will.. it's hard to tell though. Dun give me the shit that I was once a child too, even when I was a kid, I never really liked any other children, to me they are just nuisance, dirty and noisy. I dun understand why they just cannot sit still and keep quiet? It just baffles me coz I'm brought up with the idea that children are to be seen, not heard. Why make yourself an additional nuisance when you're already a parasite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the bus today and was so close to murdering that kid.. ugh.. As if it's not bad enough that SBS buses have TV mobile playing boring Mediacorp shows, there's this teenager behind me who wants the whole world to know about what he thinks of so-and-so, blah blah blah.. it's bloody public bus, keep your damn volume down when you're on that irritating phone call. And that stupid kid who have to blast Crazy Frog (how 2000s can they get??) on his mobile, too poor to buy some earpiece? I'm not interested in &lt;i&gt;retro techno&lt;/i&gt; thank you very much, I knew about crazy frog before before you were born... ugh.. And is it surprising that his dad is with him? Doesn't that prove my point that parents should get a license before they spawn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that bloody kid!! Cry for no bloody reason, I was so close to going up to her and clamping the hands around her mouth, I dun care if she chokes and die of suffocation, good riddance. Children should be &lt;i&gt;seen&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;heard&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can respect the fact people spawn without giving a second thoughts, I can respect the fact that licensing for parents is probably never going to be approved, but why can't people respect my rights to a peaceful bus ride? Why must they let their children run amok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-8070157715721818659?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/8070157715721818659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=8070157715721818659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/8070157715721818659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/8070157715721818659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/01/parenting-license.html' title='Parenting License'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-4932294700450996761</id><published>2008-01-26T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T01:06:03.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scruffy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Scruffy and Me~~</title><content type='html'>More pictures of Scruffy and me!! The only reason why I have so few shots of Scruffy is coz she's too hyper, can hardly get her to stay still for me to take a shot :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2220216030/" title="Scruffy with her friend by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2074/2220216030_c7b28c3435.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Scruffy with her friend" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's her with her favourite friend :p she just likes to lay on it to sleep.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kmKuPth87dc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kmKuPth87dc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little puppy, she loves playing with Stinky and Wobbly, to the extend that she would just jump into their cage.. argh.. now I lock thir gate so that Scruffy would not get in and trumatize them.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;Now my turn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for second fitting for my gowns and they added some stuff onto the gown.. nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2220211662/" title="V9031706 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2016/2220211662_899db19f1a.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="V9031706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back view of the gown..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2220211382/" title="V9031704 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2275/2220211382_3aec7e4c4a.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="V9031704" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side view.. can see my thighs!! I like.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2219417279/" title="V9031690 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2372/2219417279_f652149574.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="V9031690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tea dress is now a wee bit longer.. but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2220209912/" title="V9031694 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2261/2220209912_c0066ba380.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="V9031694" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still pretty short when I sit down.. I like.. hee..&lt;br /&gt;oh oh.. look at the lovely pair of shoes!! It's from Aldo and it cost me $120 bucks!!! ex!! and it's on 50% discount ok.. It's a killer, 4 inch and I can die wearing it, but it's pretty.. so what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the ya zhou!! evening gown.. Now that they properly shorten the dress, it looks much better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2220210542/" title="V9031698 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2328/2220210542_45cdbfa611.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="V9031698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long train makes it look like a long dress but it's not :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now for my favourite photo!!! I love this and everyone else was so shocked when I showed them this photo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ready??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2220211080/" title="V9031703 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2040/2220211080_c93a4158ab.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="V9031703" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have cleavage!!! hahaha.. the power of silicon!! now everyone wants to buy the bra that I've got.. cleavage so nice!! haha.. now I can wear low cut dresses!! hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got one ok.. just dun come out often.. hee.. yea.. still abit heady from seeing my boobs in action.. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-4932294700450996761?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/4932294700450996761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=4932294700450996761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/4932294700450996761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/4932294700450996761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/01/scruffy-and-me.html' title='Scruffy and Me~~'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2074/2220216030_c7b28c3435_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-3379883868945220199</id><published>2008-01-21T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T01:09:02.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scruffy'/><title type='text'>Our little trouble maker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2207990155/" title="V9031673 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2265/2207990155_740c26a8e5.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="V9031673" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to keep her behind bars to keep her out of trouble.. haha.. nah, she just feels more comfortable in an enclosure, habit picked up from her pet farm days I suppose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Scruffy and she's a 4 month old cairn terrier.. so kawaii right?? hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kZN1EQtTCM0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kZN1EQtTCM0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's Scruffy with her favourite cup!! she really knows how to entertain herself.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2208789290/" title="V9031687 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2279/2208789290_7d06bd9771.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="V9031687" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture paints a thousand words.. other than cute, what can I say??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2207992151/" title="V9031677 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2209/2207992151_c496756247.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="V9031677" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scruffy sound asleep.. but but but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2207993007/" title="V9031681 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2415/2207993007_dd0deeecb1.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="V9031681" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she prefers to sleep like that!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lTtlDkggj8c&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lTtlDkggj8c&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scruffy roaming the media room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Oz5ACmWW09A&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Oz5ACmWW09A&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scruffy with her doggy friend.. Out of all the soft toys I have laying around, this is the one she picked out.. This naughty girl went to my storeroom, jumped into the pile of soft toys, and picked my grey terrier.. she loves it and sleeps with it at night.. so cute~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-3379883868945220199?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/3379883868945220199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=3379883868945220199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/3379883868945220199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/3379883868945220199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/01/our-little-trouble-maker.html' title='Our little trouble maker'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2265/2207990155_740c26a8e5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-7448271429521905590</id><published>2008-01-20T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T01:10:26.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Finally..</title><content type='html'>After the longest longest time.. I finally got to see my gowns!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P1040164 by jyaisu, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2203462389/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="P1040164" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2411/2203462389_da3797ceeb.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my designer bowing to me!! wahahaha.. he should, after giving me such a headache, only letting me try the gown now.. panic leh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But their work is always nice.. Just look at my gown.. .. oh oh disclaimer, this is just the first fitting, so it's only the basic dress, they still need to pile on lace and sequin and all the whatevers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P1040169 by jyaisu, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2203461055/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="P1040169" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2310/2203461055_a61470373e.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty.. I like this one but I dunno how to walk in my heels!! *help&lt;br /&gt;It's very fitting.. but then I think it makes me look slim! good :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up.. tea dress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P1040175 by jyaisu, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2204253114/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="P1040175" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2039/2204253114_4f2cfb2f61.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.. I never knew I can look this nice in green.. the dress is so kawaii~~&lt;br /&gt;The green and pink combo turned out real well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly my evening gown..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should I?? It's a little OTT.. this is the only piece which I'm not too sure about.. It's supposed to be long but in the end when putting the dress up on display, they thought that short would suit me better.. and after trying both version (one with skirt let down and the other with the skirt pinned up), I do agree that the short version looks nicer on me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then it's really ott.. and my ah dear confirm see already will give me &lt;i&gt;that face&lt;/i&gt; which he always give me when I give suggestions... .. but then.. it's also kinda cute.. so here goes nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="P1040178 by jyaisu, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2204254452/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="P1040178" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2282/2204254452_5b37b5ea63.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now excuse me, I gotta rush, gotta 登台 liao.. *lame&lt;br /&gt;but this dress is really showy!! I really must convince my hubby to wear the damn hat so that he doesn't fade into the background!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laogong I love u, can u please wear the hat?? It's our day.. u must look special too mah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway when I was trying on this red dress, everyone passing by the shop was just gathering around the door and looking :p *shy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I can stop worrying about the gown.. so what's next on the list to worry about??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-7448271429521905590?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/7448271429521905590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=7448271429521905590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/7448271429521905590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/7448271429521905590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/01/finally.html' title='Finally..'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2411/2203462389_da3797ceeb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-3669197913115929097</id><published>2008-01-03T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T18:41:34.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Side</title><content type='html'>I still cant believe I did it, I finally crossed over to the dark side.. after so so so long, I finally got convinced and did it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2161411307/" title="V9031664 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2221/2161411307_626c116ccf_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="V9031664" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight straight straight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jyaisu/2162209962/" title="V9031663 by jyaisu, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2416/2162209962_499e6ecd15_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="V9031663" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight hair and in my new PJs.. ex leh!! and why are all the bras over at Women's Secret so pretty but so big?? We're in ASIA!! give us asian sizes :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my hair is in a lovely shade of violet red.. very very pretty but the camera cannot capture the color.. .. oh well.. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-3669197913115929097?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/3669197913115929097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=3669197913115929097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/3669197913115929097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/3669197913115929097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2008/01/dark-side.html' title='The Dark Side'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2221/2161411307_626c116ccf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-3505394848611556167</id><published>2007-12-27T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T17:34:06.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I'm a sucker for exotic phones.. my average rate of changing phones is once  every half a year and the reason why I'm still with my sharp is coz I'm in love  with exotic phones and there's no unlock since this model..&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;but now..  ..&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Toshiba 911T in unlockable!!! omg!! omg!!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG  src="http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/3521/911t3vw9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/9489/911t4xd8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;3" screen leh!!&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;how can resist??? &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So nice!! I like!! how how  how how how??&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Are there any angels out there who would like to contribute  to my 911T fund?? *preeeety pleaseeeee*&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-3505394848611556167?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/3505394848611556167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=3505394848611556167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/3505394848611556167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/3505394848611556167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2007/12/should-i_27.html' title='Should I?'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-5550480870361374230</id><published>2007-12-26T10:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T10:01:50.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did my Chang Chang go??</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG class=reflect height=200 alt=""   src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/83/247960181_9facd5bac8.jpg?v=0" width=230   onload=show_notes_initially();&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt;My Chang² got fat liao! omg! Why why why?&lt;/DIV&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt;Just watched the first episode of 恶作剧2吻 and it's so far so good, just as   funny as the first season :)&lt;/DIV&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG class=reflect height=368 alt=""   src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/251290129_826709ba64.jpg?v=0" width=500   onload=show_notes_initially();&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt;But but but.. the couple were in Guam and having fun on the beach, so   naturally the guy's top is off and omg!! My Chang² is so fat!! He have a paunch   liao!! omg omg omg!! how can?!?!?! And what is it with his hair, that style dun   suit him lor..&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Right at the very last part of the show, the   "oh-so-interesting" love-making scene came on.. too bad it's so badly censored   that it looks like an amateur work, it was so boring.. the kissing scene lasted   too long and the girl is just.. literally translated, a dead fish. No   expression, no nothing, just standing there like a statue with my Chang² kissing   her.. B.O.R.I.N.G.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;***&lt;BR&gt;Had the Feng gang over for Christmas lunch   yesterday ^^/ It's always great to meet the girls :) and their men of course   :p&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-5550480870361374230?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/5550480870361374230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=5550480870361374230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/5550480870361374230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/5550480870361374230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2007/12/where-did-my-chang-chang-go.html' title='Where did my Chang Chang go??'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-1650810736428529368</id><published>2007-12-18T10:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T10:44:49.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humanity</title><content type='html'>Humans.. humans.. exactly how human are we? What constitute to being a human, the ability to be cruel to others? The ability to see ourselves as saviors when we are the real destructors? We are so delusional that I&amp;#39;ll bet a hundred bucks that we&amp;#39;re the most delusional creatures to appear in this part of the galaxy.&lt;p&gt;We Singaporeans live in a pretentious society, we pretend to care for the next person; we pretend to be kind by making donations; we pretend to care for the environment; but really, how many of us really care? I would have loved to blame the government for our current state of affairs, but is it really their fault? They provided a convenient lie and we lapped it up. &lt;p&gt;Do we care about the uncle picking empty drink cans from the dustbins? No, coz if they cannot find a job, it&amp;#39;s coz their picky, it&amp;#39;s their fault, not ours. That&amp;#39;s the mentality which is drilled into us, if someone is down and out, it&amp;#39;s their own fault and not coz life had not been good to them.&lt;p&gt;They destroyed our dreams, we forgot what it is like to dream big, to reach for the stars. All we have now are petty quarrels, little local squabbles, it&amp;#39;s hard to live in peace when there is nothing to work for. Where did our dreams go to? Where&amp;#39;s the race for space? Why do we have to confine ourselves to this tiny space? Why do we have to confine ourselves to this tiny planet. &lt;p&gt;Dream! We need to learn to dream! We need to remember how it feels like to dream big! We need to put more people on the moon! We need to send people on generation ships! We need to explore the universe!&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;s no longer enough to dream, we must dream big, so much bigger than ourselves, it&amp;#39;s more than our lives, it&amp;#39;s humanity! At the rate things are going, humanity will be lost in the book of extinct races.. We are only great because we look at the stars and see something more; stars are more than points of lights in the sky, stars are our next destination!&lt;p&gt;Dream! We need to dream, I need to dream! I&amp;#39;ve forgotten what it is like to feel, to live; I&amp;#39;ve forgotten that I&amp;#39;m not a robot, doing meaningless work day in and day out. I have to dream! I need to dream big! Only dreaming can give me the courage to do what I have to do, to pack up and leave, to go out there and do something which is more than just a means of survival, to do something which really counts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-1650810736428529368?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/1650810736428529368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=1650810736428529368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/1650810736428529368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/1650810736428529368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2007/12/humanity.html' title='Humanity'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-8515558486226119716</id><published>2007-12-11T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T10:20:25.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so going to die..</title><content type='html'>.. no kidding.. some insect bite me!! on the bottom of my left foot!!&lt;p&gt;omg!! the itch!! and I can&amp;#39;t scratch it!! omg.. please kill me.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve been getting weird insect bites lately, it seems like a mosquito bite initially but then swells up to become this painful lump which plasma will continuously flow out, it&amp;#39;s gross and I have no idea what bite me! The good thing is that it will start recovering in a day or two.. phwee..&lt;p&gt;***&lt;br&gt;Congratulations to all the mothers-to-be, I&amp;#39;m talking about you Xindy!! yao zuo xing fu de mummy wor!! ^^/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-8515558486226119716?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/8515558486226119716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=8515558486226119716&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/8515558486226119716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/8515558486226119716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-so-going-to-die.html' title='I am so going to die..'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-3588454977575132171</id><published>2007-11-30T12:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T12:35:43.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I have this sudden urge to put everything down and just go travel,  destination? I dun care, I just want to get away from everything.. ..&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;everything.. ..&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;everything.. .. ..  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13041113-3588454977575132171?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/3588454977575132171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=3588454977575132171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/3588454977575132171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/3588454977575132171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2007/11/travel.html' title='Travel'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-5928521931812153364</id><published>2007-11-13T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T16:57:07.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;雨&lt;SPAN class=510484708-13112007&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;不停落下来&lt;BR&gt;花&lt;SPAN   class=510484708-13112007&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;怎么都不开&lt;BR&gt;尽管我细心灌溉&lt;BR&gt;你说不爱就不爱&lt;BR&gt;我一个人&lt;SPAN   class=510484708-13112007&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;欣赏悲哀&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt;爱&lt;SPAN class=510484708-13112007&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;只剩下无奈&lt;BR&gt;我&lt;SPAN   class=510484708-13112007&gt;&amp;nbsp;   &lt;/SPAN&gt;一直不愿再去猜&lt;BR&gt;钢琴上黑键之间&lt;BR&gt;永远都夹着空白&lt;BR&gt;缺了一块&lt;SPAN class=510484708-13112007&gt;   &lt;/SPAN&gt;就不精采&lt;/DIV&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;紧紧相依的心如何&lt;SPAN class=510484708-13112007&gt; s&lt;/SPAN&gt;ay   goodbye&lt;BR&gt;你比我清楚还要我说明白&lt;BR&gt;爱太深会让人疯狂的勇敢&lt;BR&gt;我用背叛自己&lt;SPAN   class=510484708-13112007&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;完成你的期盼&lt;/DIV&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;把手放开不问一句&lt;SPAN class=510484708-13112007&gt; say   goodbye&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;当作最后一次对你的溺爱&lt;BR&gt;冷冷清清淡淡今后都不管&lt;BR&gt;只要你能愉快&lt;SPAN   class=510484708-13112007&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=510484708-13112007&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=510484708-13112007&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;心&lt;SPAN   class=510484708-13112007&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;有一句感慨&lt;/DIV&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt;还能够跟谁对白&lt;BR&gt;在你关上门之前&lt;BR&gt;替我再回头看看&lt;BR&gt;那些片段&lt;SPAN class=510484708-13112007&gt;&amp;nbsp;   &lt;/SPAN&gt;还在不在&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=510484708-13112007&gt;Isn't it ironic that I love this song and   yet this is exactly what I'm feeling right now. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=510484708-13112007&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=510484708-13112007&gt;靠山山倒、靠人人跑、靠自己最好&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=510484708-13112007&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;  &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=510484708-13112007&gt;how very true.. it's a painful lesson to   learn, a very painful one especially at this point of time, but life is not a   bed of roses, and even if it is, roses are full of thorns. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;One last   thought.. loyalty never pays.&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/13041113-5928521931812153364?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/5928521931812153364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=5928521931812153364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/5928521931812153364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/5928521931812153364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2007/11/s-ay-goodbye-say-goodbye-isnt-it-ironic.html' title=''/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13041113.post-7119070916025225001</id><published>2007-11-07T18:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T18:05:52.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling the shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=399574809-07112007&gt;I like to be the one in-charge, the one to  be calling the shots and telling people that this is what I want and this is  what I'm going to get. That's why I always try to pay for my own, whether it's  meals or gadgets or clothes.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;That's me and I just dun like to feel  obliged to listen to someone&amp;nbsp;coz they are the ones coming out with the  money. Of course some people can still totally ignore other's opinions though  the others are paying, but that's just not the way my parents brought me up.  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=399574809-07112007&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=399574809-07112007&gt;This is the reason why as far as possible, I  do not want Ah Dear to pay for everything and I do not want his parents to pay  for everything, it's just not right. My sis was telling me that as a Chinese  tradition, it's only right that the guy pays for everything, blah blah blah..  But for me, marriage is a 2-person thing, how can I just let him pay for  everything, let him be in debt and all while I just sit back and enjoy myself?  It's just wrong. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Heck care the Chinese tradition, I'm the one who will  have to live with him for the rest of my life, I dun wanna start things off in  such an unbalanced manner, I want to enter the marriage on equal grounds, I am  just as capable as him in providing for our home, inclusive of the  wedding.&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/13041113-7119070916025225001?l=jyaisu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/feeds/7119070916025225001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13041113&amp;postID=7119070916025225001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/7119070916025225001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13041113/posts/default/7119070916025225001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaisu.blogspot.com/2007/11/calling-shots.html' title='Calling the shots'/><author><name>Jayce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05571939018507704125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/47/118826304_738050a78b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
