<?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-9058934043128021478</id><updated>2011-12-29T04:29:57.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foolish Beat</title><subtitle type='html'>Part of me want to be free, part of me want to go far away, part of me want to stay, part of me want to believe....
I write with a passion sometimes, I write in desperately to let known, I write to leave footprints....
Live because I have to , love because I feel warmth, cry because I love, Smile when there's rainbow....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>@jennl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734763681445668266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SQXEmmeD9UI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FSOhcuWfSyA/S220/teddycar.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058934043128021478.post-1434305356988660536</id><published>2008-10-27T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T06:52:11.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is not on my side.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SQXDUGMD3DI/AAAAAAAAAMI/iwSDRh6b0HA/s1600-h/___LalaLa____by_curlytops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SQXDUGMD3DI/AAAAAAAAAMI/iwSDRh6b0HA/s200/___LalaLa____by_curlytops.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261826489678289970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh dear..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be Christmas soon.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is passing by, time is passing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just got to plan , plan.....focusing on all the priorities.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the craziness in my life was somehow over and dealt with,&lt;br /&gt;I just need to focus on my travelling plan and my career objectives&lt;br /&gt;cause I had been idling again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is not on my side, and here to moving on with much haste&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Hell-O-Ween, Thanksgiving, Yuletide, dance slow please....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058934043128021478-1434305356988660536?l=jennjiajia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/feeds/1434305356988660536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058934043128021478&amp;postID=1434305356988660536&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/1434305356988660536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/1434305356988660536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-is-not-on-my-side.html' title='Time is not on my side.'/><author><name>@jennl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734763681445668266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SQXEmmeD9UI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FSOhcuWfSyA/S220/teddycar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SQXDUGMD3DI/AAAAAAAAAMI/iwSDRh6b0HA/s72-c/___LalaLa____by_curlytops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058934043128021478.post-2509764219547316727</id><published>2008-10-27T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:28:22.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indulgence Of Sanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SQW7jvRtbvI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Z8sTrSr3tKo/s1600-h/Slip+Away.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SQW7jvRtbvI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Z8sTrSr3tKo/s320/Slip+Away.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261817962312855282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted that caption in the spur of that crazy and dizzy moment&lt;br /&gt;back in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want to slip away........but my indulgence of insanity?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ends a natural death and I'm back on the freaking normal&lt;br /&gt;track which I am so abhored. There's a rebellious streak in&lt;br /&gt;me that drawn me to explore from the normality of life.&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to know more, wanting to explore the challenges&lt;br /&gt;of life, wanting to taste it further and just live free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe all I desire is wanting to be loved..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otherewise I may just as well be slipping away soon.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058934043128021478-2509764219547316727?l=jennjiajia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/feeds/2509764219547316727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058934043128021478&amp;postID=2509764219547316727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/2509764219547316727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/2509764219547316727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/2008/10/indulgence-of-sanity.html' title='Indulgence Of Sanity'/><author><name>@jennl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734763681445668266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SQXEmmeD9UI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FSOhcuWfSyA/S220/teddycar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SQW7jvRtbvI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Z8sTrSr3tKo/s72-c/Slip+Away.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058934043128021478.post-3020293539622603945</id><published>2008-09-01T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T03:37:27.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penang Trip - August 2008</title><content type='html'>My cousin asked to post this........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to Penang last August 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I booked the flight ticket to Penang in July'2008, I&lt;br /&gt;expected he will bring me to all those desired `Unesco sites'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never expected my holiday trip in Penang this time&lt;br /&gt;involved me watching live Olympics matches at his Penang&lt;br /&gt;apartment most of the time. `Unesco Sites' and other&lt;br /&gt;historical sites?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he brought me there,only to be watched from the car&lt;br /&gt;cause he was in a hurry.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I didn't deprive of was the great food that he gladly&lt;br /&gt;brought me to savour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I wanted to go to Penang because he nagged me&lt;br /&gt;into visiting him but in early August, he had changed of&lt;br /&gt;plans and quit his job there and decided to go back to JB.&lt;br /&gt;So, I had been complaining what a sucker he was.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SLvwn5ETIOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Fi-mysvmWeE/s1600-h/DSC07984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SLvwn5ETIOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Fi-mysvmWeE/s320/DSC07984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241047159500120290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              I managed to see Francis Light poorly maintained&lt;br /&gt;                                        resting place from the car cause my cousins dare not&lt;br /&gt;                                        step inside the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SLvwcyiIz6I/AAAAAAAAAIU/t5ldWOkHYS4/s1600-h/DSC08008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SLvwcyiIz6I/AAAAAAAAAIU/t5ldWOkHYS4/s320/DSC08008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241046968767664034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              His new pet named `dada', I took the picture&lt;br /&gt;                                        while he is sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SLvwMQOsqeI/AAAAAAAAAIM/KJjSEJ1LyK8/s1600-h/DSC07976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SLvwMQOsqeI/AAAAAAAAAIM/KJjSEJ1LyK8/s320/DSC07976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241046684681415138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              The Penang view at Gurney from his apartment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058934043128021478-3020293539622603945?l=jennjiajia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/feeds/3020293539622603945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058934043128021478&amp;postID=3020293539622603945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/3020293539622603945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/3020293539622603945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/2008/09/penang-trip-august-2008.html' title='Penang Trip - August 2008'/><author><name>@jennl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734763681445668266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SQXEmmeD9UI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FSOhcuWfSyA/S220/teddycar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SLvwn5ETIOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Fi-mysvmWeE/s72-c/DSC07984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058934043128021478.post-1197505745760663457</id><published>2008-08-03T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T05:04:56.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbreakable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SJWeheCZYRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/qcxjCakg33g/s1600-h/FF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SJWeheCZYRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/qcxjCakg33g/s200/FF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230260840096686354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Been so exhausted and busy . Yes, another&lt;br /&gt;crazy days for me from few aspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need a holiday but can't afford to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I can do is scream!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes, tuning to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Unbreakable' by FireFlights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow this song sets the pace of my current mood now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Where are the people that accuse me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;The ones who beat me down and bruised me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;They hide, just out of sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Can’t face me in the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;They will return, but I’ll be stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;God, I want to dream again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Take me where I’ve never been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I want to go there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;This time I’m not scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Now I am unbreakable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;It’s unmistakable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;No one can touch me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Nothing can stop me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Sometimes it’s hard to just keep going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;But faith is moving without knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Can I trust what I can’t see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;to reach my destiny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I want to take control, but I know better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;God, I want to dream again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Take me where I’ve never been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I want to go there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;This time I’m not scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Now I am unbreakable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;It’s unmistakable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;No one can touch me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Nothing can stop me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Forget the fear, it’s just a crutch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;That tries to hold you back and turn your dreams to dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;All you need to do is just trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;(Trust, trust, trust)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;God, I want to dream again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Take me where I’ve never been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I want to go there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;This time I’m not scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Now I am unbreakable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;It’s unmistakable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;No one can touch me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Nothing can stop me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058934043128021478-1197505745760663457?l=jennjiajia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/feeds/1197505745760663457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058934043128021478&amp;postID=1197505745760663457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/1197505745760663457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/1197505745760663457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/2008/08/unbreakable.html' title='Unbreakable'/><author><name>@jennl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734763681445668266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SQXEmmeD9UI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FSOhcuWfSyA/S220/teddycar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SJWeheCZYRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/qcxjCakg33g/s72-c/FF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058934043128021478.post-8784665205256851265</id><published>2008-08-03T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T04:34:28.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S. I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SJWUO78RtlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dydT3kFZ5-o/s1600-h/JDM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SJWUO78RtlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dydT3kFZ5-o/s320/JDM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230249526590289490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whom I'm drawn to????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, definitely , echo ......definitely someone&lt;br /&gt;like `Hugh Jackman', or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Dean Morgan who always have that&lt;br /&gt;melting smile of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oWWW!!!!!!!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Why I'm screaming his name - Jeffrey Dean Morgan at&lt;br /&gt;this time because I just managed to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;`P/S : I Love You'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I fall for him was during the `Grey's Anatomy'&lt;br /&gt;- Denny Duquette. I guessed I extremely attracted to Denny&lt;br /&gt;Duquette cause he possessed that sickening and yet charming&lt;br /&gt;humour tone more than Morgan but admittedly, they are both&lt;br /&gt;charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok OK, The movie, PS I Love You was a bit tear jerking in&lt;br /&gt;a touching way, but remarkably it was acted by Harry&lt;br /&gt;Connick Jr and Gerard Butler, I mean they are 3 hot guys&lt;br /&gt;in one movie.  While Gerry (Gerard Butler) is romantic and&lt;br /&gt;with a good sense of humour, it is Morgan's character that&lt;br /&gt;made me enthralled for obvious reasons. And that sexy&lt;br /&gt;tattoo he had on his arm. OWWWW&gt;......again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I love You, it is actually a movie that I reluctantly&lt;br /&gt;want to watch, I hate when people I love just leave&lt;br /&gt;regardless how they leave. I grabbed the DVD, just&lt;br /&gt;wanting to know the cliches, just wanting to hear the&lt;br /&gt;corny lines again as corny that goes something&lt;br /&gt;like these -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;`Every morning I still wake up and the first&lt;br /&gt;thing I want to do is to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; your face'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`I know what I want, because I have it in my&lt;br /&gt;hands now. You.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or just listening to the holiest soundtrack -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;`&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Till The End'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that declaration of love just so tonic!!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when Holly (Hilary Swank) said &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;`&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it's been a year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't feel him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; anymore. I feel he's gone. He's&lt;br /&gt;really gone'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- that really hit me hard. It's going to be September soon&lt;br /&gt;and it's been so long that I don't feel him anymore...........&lt;br /&gt;good news, meaning I'm moving on in a good stead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alas......just another crappy love story that make me&lt;br /&gt;tearing again.........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SJWVX3f3orI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_ibJH8Tuz6I/s1600-h/GB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SJWVX3f3orI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_ibJH8Tuz6I/s320/GB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230250779527848626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058934043128021478-8784665205256851265?l=jennjiajia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/feeds/8784665205256851265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058934043128021478&amp;postID=8784665205256851265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/8784665205256851265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/8784665205256851265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/2008/08/ps-i-love-you.html' title='P.S. I Love You'/><author><name>@jennl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734763681445668266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SQXEmmeD9UI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FSOhcuWfSyA/S220/teddycar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SJWUO78RtlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dydT3kFZ5-o/s72-c/JDM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058934043128021478.post-4814407094318801314</id><published>2008-08-03T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T03:39:36.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing of the Talented Ones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SJWI1erQnRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LQpZ8luHEdc/s1600-h/Joker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SJWI1erQnRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LQpZ8luHEdc/s320/Joker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230236994609650962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched `Dark Knight' not because I always like Batman&lt;br /&gt;movie. It's particularly for the much touted Heath Ledger.&lt;br /&gt;Had heard so much about him after his passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, the movie is streaming along dark edgy story lines.&lt;br /&gt;It is a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly focussed on the psychotic Joker character.&lt;br /&gt;It is an awesome acting. But I find him to be a  sad character&lt;br /&gt;and yet a psycho who so aware of human being weakness,&lt;br /&gt;who know exactly what make a perfect human to crack under&lt;br /&gt;tremendous pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's dark.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's a mere coincidence that actors who had acted in&lt;br /&gt;dark characters such as Brandon Lee and Heath Ledger&lt;br /&gt;eventually have their life cut short which amazed me and&lt;br /&gt;which made me glued at Joker wicked twisted personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the late talented River Phoenix once said.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life is multi-layered and there's no way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I could do my life justice in one pat answer.''&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- River Phoenix&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;or even Kurt Cobain's quote:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="huge"&gt;I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved&lt;br /&gt;for who I am not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'' &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="bodybold"&gt; Kurt Cobain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;their short unpretentious talented life moves me......&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/9058934043128021478-4814407094318801314?l=jennjiajia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/feeds/4814407094318801314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058934043128021478&amp;postID=4814407094318801314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/4814407094318801314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/4814407094318801314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-watched-dark-knight-not-because-i.html' title='Passing of the Talented Ones'/><author><name>@jennl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734763681445668266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SQXEmmeD9UI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FSOhcuWfSyA/S220/teddycar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SJWI1erQnRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LQpZ8luHEdc/s72-c/Joker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058934043128021478.post-3942108888234812410</id><published>2008-07-02T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T02:56:49.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bled For GermanY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SGtQXb36VCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6mORGMsKLB0/s1600-h/Console+MB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SGtQXb36VCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6mORGMsKLB0/s320/Console+MB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218352956788331554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Germany did it again.......and again.losing another final.&lt;br /&gt;So heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the medal giving  ceremony,  Bastien Schweinsteiger&lt;br /&gt;was walking to the Cup and gently blow a kiss. It was a sight&lt;br /&gt;that touched my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Michael Ballack Bled for Germany. My heart goes out to him.&lt;br /&gt;He worked so hard for this Final and yet..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058934043128021478-3942108888234812410?l=jennjiajia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/feeds/3942108888234812410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058934043128021478&amp;postID=3942108888234812410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/3942108888234812410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/3942108888234812410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/2008/07/bled-for-germany.html' title='Bled For GermanY'/><author><name>@jennl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734763681445668266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SQXEmmeD9UI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FSOhcuWfSyA/S220/teddycar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SGtQXb36VCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6mORGMsKLB0/s72-c/Console+MB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058934043128021478.post-3321285402612920284</id><published>2008-06-08T03:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T03:15:28.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HUMAN DISASTER is a GREAT SIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SEuvgmRMDTI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AtvAp_6TUIs/s1600-h/asteroidimpact.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209450368547425586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="263" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SEuvgmRMDTI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AtvAp_6TUIs/s320/asteroidimpact.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2008…………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural Disaster Looms……earthquake, storms, hurricanes, floods etc etc………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pounding the earth with merciless intimidation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the WILL of Nature. Cause by no one but Nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209450671155644466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SEuvyNknCDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/COpVqNTdeoI/s320/INSANE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;2008……………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at my own life , the fiscal life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facing the all- not- so understanding government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuel Price Hike?.. Hey, we are not earning US or Singapore strong dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Our GDP per capita is NOT the same as theirs.&lt;br /&gt;And does the freaking Government see it???????.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monetary state of mind, the looming of a suffering mankind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause WITH the WILL Of THE either THE COrRUpTED PEOPLE or&lt;br /&gt;THE `CRONIES CRAP’ PEOPLE; which is very sad really………..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058934043128021478-3321285402612920284?l=jennjiajia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/feeds/3321285402612920284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058934043128021478&amp;postID=3321285402612920284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/3321285402612920284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/3321285402612920284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/2008/06/2008-natural-disaster-loomsearthquake.html' title='HUMAN DISASTER is a GREAT SIN'/><author><name>@jennl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734763681445668266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SQXEmmeD9UI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FSOhcuWfSyA/S220/teddycar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SEuvgmRMDTI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AtvAp_6TUIs/s72-c/asteroidimpact.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058934043128021478.post-2018001856877457502</id><published>2008-05-11T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T17:56:26.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's dance............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SCbC3D1QsnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QuBW3HJk12g/s1600-h/firefly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SCbC3D1QsnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QuBW3HJk12g/s320/firefly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199057071023108722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The glow of the heavenly sunset beacons….&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Let us dance and elude the sorrows and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The complexities of life that beyond us somehow&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Or the joys of moment transcends the fantasy that&lt;br /&gt;keeps serenading in our minds.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Again,&lt;/p&gt;                        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let’s dance under the subdued sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Let’s fire ignites our desires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Let’s dance in liberation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Let’s art feeds our passionate soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Let’s dance to life, the dark edgy life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Or let’s dance to beautiful cocktail of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just dance..........celebrate under the glorious sunset&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and feel the embrace of the surreal nature that behold us&lt;/p&gt;under the red orange sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058934043128021478-2018001856877457502?l=jennjiajia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/feeds/2018001856877457502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058934043128021478&amp;postID=2018001856877457502&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/2018001856877457502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/2018001856877457502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/2008/05/lets-dance.html' title='Let&apos;s dance............'/><author><name>@jennl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734763681445668266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SQXEmmeD9UI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FSOhcuWfSyA/S220/teddycar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SCbC3D1QsnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QuBW3HJk12g/s72-c/firefly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058934043128021478.post-474224437120361988</id><published>2008-05-08T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T03:43:26.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Ignition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SCbNHT1QsqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6PO0YWJR01g/s1600-h/thestupiditburns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SCbNHT1QsqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6PO0YWJR01g/s400/thestupiditburns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199068345312260770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct!. shoot them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how true..........even applies to the so-called educated ones....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or some people just do not freaking gets it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The logic of something simple in a sensible sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those cramped minded people just do not get the point!,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it really ...seriously infuriates .........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058934043128021478-474224437120361988?l=jennjiajia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/feeds/474224437120361988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058934043128021478&amp;postID=474224437120361988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/474224437120361988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/474224437120361988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/2008/05/quick-ignition.html' title='Quick Ignition'/><author><name>@jennl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734763681445668266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SQXEmmeD9UI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FSOhcuWfSyA/S220/teddycar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SCbNHT1QsqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6PO0YWJR01g/s72-c/thestupiditburns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058934043128021478.post-4086610624432693831</id><published>2008-05-04T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T22:05:02.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Floating In the Truth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SB2zyp6jUQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/rK3PAPW4bcA/s1600-h/weeki_wachee_float_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SB2zyp6jUQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/rK3PAPW4bcA/s320/weeki_wachee_float_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196507227881689346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be I don’t dare to.      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Struggle with the confusions but I rather it&lt;br /&gt;be this way than making assumptions.&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Having to grasp the ugly truths, having my trust to be taken advantage of.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Do I still want to know?, Do I just keep on pretending?, Do I want to be continued to be&lt;br /&gt;lied at?. Do I want to avoid?. Do I want to believe?.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just don’t deserve this.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I don’t want…..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058934043128021478-4086610624432693831?l=jennjiajia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/feeds/4086610624432693831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058934043128021478&amp;postID=4086610624432693831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/4086610624432693831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/4086610624432693831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/2008/05/drowning-in-truth.html' title='Floating In the Truth.'/><author><name>@jennl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734763681445668266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SQXEmmeD9UI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FSOhcuWfSyA/S220/teddycar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SB2zyp6jUQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/rK3PAPW4bcA/s72-c/weeki_wachee_float_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058934043128021478.post-1908603034170635766</id><published>2008-05-04T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T22:05:33.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is a choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SB2u4p6jUMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/C4BlvPN_1hs/s1600-h/06seekhappiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SB2u4p6jUMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/C4BlvPN_1hs/s320/06seekhappiness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196501833402765506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I figure happiness was elusive, good friends suggested to break away from work and stopped mourning about the scrapped trip to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bali&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;And there was I, boarding an eight hour bus ride to Hadyai last March ( my other friends in JB must be thinking I’m a changed humble individual&lt;br /&gt;after I had resided in KL) and had my first crazy holiday in years!. Happy and fun-filled (and despite not liking Hadyai) but seeing my two friends who really so freakingly happy throughout the journey, it was worthwhile.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Happiness is a choice after all&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;……………..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058934043128021478-1908603034170635766?l=jennjiajia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/feeds/1908603034170635766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058934043128021478&amp;postID=1908603034170635766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/1908603034170635766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/1908603034170635766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/2008/05/happiness-is-choice.html' title='Happiness is a choice'/><author><name>@jennl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734763681445668266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SQXEmmeD9UI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FSOhcuWfSyA/S220/teddycar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SB2u4p6jUMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/C4BlvPN_1hs/s72-c/06seekhappiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058934043128021478.post-8901055841565909299</id><published>2008-04-07T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:15:35.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/R_n90ZtO5gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/z7PCECZzJvM/s1600-h/pale+blue+dot+revised.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/R_n90ZtO5gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/z7PCECZzJvM/s400/pale+blue+dot+revised.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186455522589468162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this humbling picture at stumbleupon.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;xcerpts from the picture above:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;If you look carefully at the NASA photo below, you will see a little white dot. This minute speck is Earth seen from the Voyager 1 spacecraft as it exits the solar system, nearly 4 billion miles away. The photo was taken back in 1990. It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the tiny white dot?.&lt;br /&gt;The Tiny dot is the place we live in, The Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture awakens the senses, a small dot represents our home, let's face it&lt;br /&gt;at this moment – that's the only place in the galaxy that breeds life ......&lt;br /&gt;amidst the troubles or life complexities that engulf us sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;I felt humble just looking at the miracle, the picture of our only home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was awed by the picture. Nothing can be seen at the space, not even a dot of the&lt;br /&gt;sun or stars but just the Earth that is visible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058934043128021478-8901055841565909299?l=jennjiajia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/feeds/8901055841565909299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058934043128021478&amp;postID=8901055841565909299&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/8901055841565909299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/8901055841565909299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-home.html' title='My Home'/><author><name>@jennl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734763681445668266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SQXEmmeD9UI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FSOhcuWfSyA/S220/teddycar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/R_n90ZtO5gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/z7PCECZzJvM/s72-c/pale+blue+dot+revised.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058934043128021478.post-9013628212326565506</id><published>2008-03-09T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T03:00:20.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's FaceBook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/R9O0Wx89ZwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9w8itb_oOjw/s1600-h/facebook-aug-07.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175678700237973250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/R9O0Wx89ZwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9w8itb_oOjw/s320/facebook-aug-07.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A friend invited me to Facebook few months back and I was slightly reluctantly registered to the much popularly rated social networking website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I found the annoyance of adding so many applications and the notion of not having any friends that I really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jass &amp;amp; Jess had been saying to me that it is really easy and enjoyable to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed by and amazingly, I managed to find some long lost friends over there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of those friends had messaged `````Surprise ! surprised ! to find you in facebook~’.&lt;br /&gt;And one had commented how within weeks , friends back from primary school days&lt;br /&gt;had started appearing….among all in Facebook!.&lt;br /&gt;And was I glad to find them!!!...it’s been ages. I have not meet them since I was in Primary 12!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How apt to be called `Facebook’, considering the hazy familiar faces of past friends&lt;br /&gt;been sprouting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found it was such an ease to be connected through the virtual world with friends especially those that I am not able to meet mostly due to geographical divide.&lt;br /&gt;It’s informative to browse freely at their life through their snapshots. Pictures do&lt;br /&gt;speaks volumes sometimes. And the `wall’ that scribble their piece of their mind or&lt;br /&gt;reveals a part of their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With other adorable applications, am I thrilled to slap, hug, kiss or even throw sheeps at&lt;br /&gt;them !.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I even had Mac, my adorable pet dolphin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, life’s good……virtually….stay connected always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058934043128021478-9013628212326565506?l=jennjiajia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/feeds/9013628212326565506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058934043128021478&amp;postID=9013628212326565506&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/9013628212326565506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/9013628212326565506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/2008/03/lets-facebook.html' title='Let&apos;s FaceBook'/><author><name>@jennl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734763681445668266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SQXEmmeD9UI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FSOhcuWfSyA/S220/teddycar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/R9O0Wx89ZwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9w8itb_oOjw/s72-c/facebook-aug-07.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058934043128021478.post-183813740651567510</id><published>2008-03-09T01:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T01:30:43.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elusive happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/R9Ot7R89ZvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_WV_23undU0/s1600-h/872710_did_you_say_no.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/R9Ot7R89ZvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_WV_23undU0/s320/872710_did_you_say_no.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175671630721804018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decision to make, things to worry, the possibility of heart break and fleeting happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The constant fear of making the wrong decision, the inconsistencies of the mind,&lt;br /&gt;the uncertain consequences and the shaky delusion that everything will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;All these had been haunting me for a month!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointments and sadness had been invaded me like a creepy ghost. Sad that good people is leaving, disappointed that lies &amp; pretense had been dispensed at such ease from a trusted friend and from other creepy individuals as well, sad that I have not go further for my desired career path and disappointed that my planned holidays to Bali had to be scraped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is happiness that elusive?.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058934043128021478-183813740651567510?l=jennjiajia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/feeds/183813740651567510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058934043128021478&amp;postID=183813740651567510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058934043128021478.post-6287595363591147428</id><published>2008-01-20T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T23:42:52.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>被你愛過我很快樂 by Genie Zuo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/R5Ml8cIJcuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RzjJzOfh4lM/s1600-h/LunchMacau.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157507718542095074" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/R5Ml8cIJcuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RzjJzOfh4lM/s200/LunchMacau.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my sony headphone recently, a nice song given by friend, Jaslyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;被你愛過我很快樂 by Genie Zuo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;我們肩靠肩的站著　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;看著不停流動的河&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;這陣子麻煩你了　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;被我的愛拉住了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;終於你要走了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;還是想叫你親愛的　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;而自由是你最愛的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;回憶不斷倒轉著　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;時間卻又不停的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;彩排我們　轉過身&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;＊ 被你愛過　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;我真的很快樂 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;被你愛過　我更懂幸福了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;你緊緊抱我　溫柔的我好痛 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;突然我才懂　你不是不愛我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;記得一定要好好的　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;不管遇見了什麼人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;你在我耳邊說著&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;聲音卻飛的好遠&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;我也終於　勇敢了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Repeat ＊被你愛過　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;我真的很快樂被你愛過　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;我更懂幸福了你緊緊抱我　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;溫柔的我好痛突然我懂　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;你沒有我更遼闊被你愛過　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;我真的很快樂只是成長　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;要經過悲傷的現在我相信　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;那最深刻的愛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;不一定會陪著我們到老的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058934043128021478-6287595363591147428?l=jennjiajia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/feeds/6287595363591147428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058934043128021478&amp;postID=6287595363591147428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/6287595363591147428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/6287595363591147428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/2008/01/by-genie-zuo.html' title='被你愛過我很快樂 by Genie Zuo'/><author><name>@jennl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734763681445668266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SQXEmmeD9UI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FSOhcuWfSyA/S220/teddycar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/R5Ml8cIJcuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RzjJzOfh4lM/s72-c/LunchMacau.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058934043128021478.post-458051046447731863</id><published>2008-01-20T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T17:23:05.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/R5MfX8IJcsI/AAAAAAAAACo/3OC1xMzNMoY/s1600-h/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157500494407103170" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/R5MfX8IJcsI/AAAAAAAAACo/3OC1xMzNMoY/s320/sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Almost 20 days of 2008 had passed.&lt;br /&gt;I still stay cocoon-liked dazed, uninspired and restless.&lt;br /&gt;Was it that I really came to the `getting used to’ or `don’t&lt;br /&gt;care’ stage?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel that I'm really felt tired of everything.&lt;br /&gt;I usually make plans, and excited about new year, new&lt;br /&gt;dreams &amp;amp; new desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to me?. Am I not wanting to believe again?. Am I not&lt;br /&gt;wanting to have the passion, the prevalent belief of leading your life&lt;br /&gt;free with hope and dreams?.?. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crap, or horror of horrors, is it hints of depression?. OH NO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have the dream anymore?. Reassure me, please. In need of&lt;br /&gt;a little inspiration or maybe just a beach holiday. I want to believe again……. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058934043128021478-458051046447731863?l=jennjiajia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/feeds/458051046447731863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058934043128021478&amp;postID=458051046447731863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/458051046447731863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/458051046447731863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/2008/01/restless-2008.html' title='Restless 2008'/><author><name>@jennl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734763681445668266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SQXEmmeD9UI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FSOhcuWfSyA/S220/teddycar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/R5MfX8IJcsI/AAAAAAAAACo/3OC1xMzNMoY/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058934043128021478.post-3808035899050498947</id><published>2008-01-13T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T04:04:14.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>秋天不回来 mp3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/R4n9VsIJcrI/AAAAAAAAACg/MUt1pz4QyaQ/s1600-h/crappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154929797566657202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/R4n9VsIJcrI/AAAAAAAAACg/MUt1pz4QyaQ/s320/crappy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not feeling well. Sick. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;While medicating and resting, I'm listening to the song that my cousin said it will even dampen my mood. Yeah, thanks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I like this song though. I'm blind in written form of chinese. I goggled it to find the lyrics but unable to find the hanyin pinyin version. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If anyone come across this and please kind enough to post me a hanyin pinyin version. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;王强 - 秋天不回来. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;初秋的天,冰冷的夜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;回忆慢慢袭来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;真心的爱就像落叶&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;为何却要分开&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;灰色的天独自彷徨&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;城市的老地方&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;真的孤单走过忧伤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;心碎还要逞强&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;想为你披件外衣&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;天凉要爱惜自己&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;没有人比我更疼你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;告诉你在每个&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;想你的夜里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;我哭的好无力&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;就让秋风带走我的思念&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;带走我的泪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;我还一直静静守候在&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;相约的地点&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;求求老天淋湿我的双眼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;冰冻我的心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;让我不再苦苦奢求你还&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;回来我身边&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058934043128021478-3808035899050498947?l=jennjiajia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/feeds/3808035899050498947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058934043128021478&amp;postID=3808035899050498947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/3808035899050498947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/3808035899050498947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/2008/01/mp3.html' title='秋天不回来 mp3'/><author><name>@jennl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734763681445668266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SQXEmmeD9UI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FSOhcuWfSyA/S220/teddycar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/R4n9VsIJcrI/AAAAAAAAACg/MUt1pz4QyaQ/s72-c/crappy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058934043128021478.post-2478014731902291217</id><published>2008-01-13T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T01:01:49.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Toffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/R4nQwsIJcmI/AAAAAAAAABs/NH98k24d1I8/s1600-h/Stand.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154880783399875170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/R4nQwsIJcmI/AAAAAAAAABs/NH98k24d1I8/s320/Stand.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/R4nQ_MIJcnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CYrRekTvHos/s1600-h/Sleep.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154881032507978354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/R4nQ_MIJcnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CYrRekTvHos/s320/Sleep.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little boy Toffee was trying to walk.&lt;br /&gt;He came into the world on the 18th Dec 2007.&lt;br /&gt;He is growing big as days gone by.&lt;br /&gt;My housemate said he was always too lazy to walk, and sleeping seems to be&lt;br /&gt;his favourite pastime.&lt;br /&gt;I put him from his lovely small abode to the house’s marble floor yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;He walked for barely 5 minutes, then got lazy and just lay down and slept peacefully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lazy puppy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058934043128021478-2478014731902291217?l=jennjiajia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/feeds/2478014731902291217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058934043128021478&amp;postID=2478014731902291217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/2478014731902291217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/2478014731902291217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-toffee.html' title='Little Toffee'/><author><name>@jennl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734763681445668266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SQXEmmeD9UI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FSOhcuWfSyA/S220/teddycar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/R4nQwsIJcmI/AAAAAAAAABs/NH98k24d1I8/s72-c/Stand.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058934043128021478.post-4186393901323274764</id><published>2008-01-10T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T23:40:28.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reluctant List.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/R4YhSMIJclI/AAAAAAAAABk/ukjLq-odmaE/s1600-h/th_New_Year21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153843419948872274" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/R4YhSMIJclI/AAAAAAAAABk/ukjLq-odmaE/s320/th_New_Year21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I actually have not tried to resolve anything for the year 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Indolent is the word to start off my 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Lying in bed and watching dvds are the order of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so wrong……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes some of the lists…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 ) I resolved to think longer before I speak or voice out my opinions.&lt;br /&gt;People tend to get offended very easily or misunderstood. I have to&lt;br /&gt;realise some people are born petty… they take things too personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Spend wisely. Yeah……..Be avoiding the Shopping Malls as though it&lt;br /&gt;is a quarantine zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) For goodness sake, learn to write Chinese! Learn to cultivate the interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Take Pilates class. It takes passion and a willing mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Going on a real holiday.Depending on the budget..sign…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Wake up early at 6.45am on every working day!. It will be a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Or maybe or surely I shall adhere to Jonathan Edward’s….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;"Resolved, to live with all my might while I do live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Resolved, never to lose one moment of time, to improve it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;in the most profitable way I possibly can. Resolved, never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;to do anything that I should despise or think meanly of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;in another. Resolved, never to do anything out of revenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Resolved, never to do anything that I should be afraid to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;do if it were the last hour of my life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058934043128021478-4186393901323274764?l=jennjiajia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/feeds/4186393901323274764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058934043128021478&amp;postID=4186393901323274764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/4186393901323274764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/4186393901323274764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/2008/01/reluctant-list.html' title='A Reluctant List.'/><author><name>@jennl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734763681445668266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SQXEmmeD9UI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FSOhcuWfSyA/S220/teddycar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/R4YhSMIJclI/AAAAAAAAABk/ukjLq-odmaE/s72-c/th_New_Year21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058934043128021478.post-4461835087428255683</id><published>2007-12-27T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T06:03:39.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foolish Pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SAIEkMlf5tI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3DfqloV9uE4/s1600-h/58_by_NADIAwicker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SAIEkMlf5tI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3DfqloV9uE4/s320/58_by_NADIAwicker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188714740584539858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Was having thanksgiving dinner at a place that reminded of you so much.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;s there you revealed your feelings , it was there we shared so many things, it was there I said I will lost my soul if you gone from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; my life permanently on the earth, it was a night that I almost tearing but I was too proud – I remembered I held on to the tears with all my emotional might, did not want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; to know I care that much , it was a night I remembered all my life, your sad expressions, it was there I knew so much of you, that you really are a beautiful man with a beautiful heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;. It was a night I shamelessly looked intently in your eyes and assuring you that I want to be there for you in bracing your adversities at that time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;as a night that I just came back from my holidays in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Australia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. I felt like telling you how I dug your name in the sand at Surfer’s Paradise beach on a chi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;lly night &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(I told my travel mates that I wanted some time alone) crazily declaring that you are mine and praying, missing, thinking of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;so badly. It is your face that I want to see at every waking moment. I felt like coming back immediately and see you. I desired in telling you that I wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;s happy that you called the day I reached home. But my hideous pride got in the way. I foolishly acted cool.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Peo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;ple made mistakes. The biggest mistake I made was that I never once said I love you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;I always letting go. You are too good to be true. I was a foo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;l to think you are not mine to keep. But you knew. &lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;You knew I love you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; You knew I had loved you ever since the first day we met. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;When you texted me and said that to me after that meeting, I was stunned for a while. I never thought you aware. But at that time, I was still too prou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;d to say I love you. I’m sorry. Dear, I confessed that your intricacies of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;life overwhelmed me, I don’t know how to comprehend and handle that. I never say I love you cause was afraid I don’t know how to face it, scare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;d to take the chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;If time can reverse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;back, I will say: ‘ I love you and I have been loving you all along.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;And I want you all by myself. Please stay with me cause I love you’ And I shall take the chance of going through the fire with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102);font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;You had taught me how to love a person unconditionally. You had lead me to believe that miracle do come true. I never thought I will love someone for real, for what he is and without any reservations. Whenever I dreamt of you, I foolishly held on to the dream and reluctant to wake up. I want to touch your face and feel your embrace.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;After you gone, my heart stop beating for a while, I don’t want to live, I really believe I lost my soul, felt like bleeding till death comes upon me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:10;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried whenever I thought of you, I tried many ways to move on. Only began to be fairly strong 2 years ago cause I foolishly believe you are still alive……..I want to convince or merely deceiving myself. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear, if I don’t have Christ, I believe I don’t have the courage to live on. The Lord has sustained me. Or in subtlety, God teaches me the meaning of love by knowing you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It’s in December, the vision of you always invade me maybe because&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m still hanging on to your promise….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace, Dear.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : It was a long letter cause it will be the last time I write to you. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In a rather strange way , I fall for someone this year. The feelings was not being reciprocated but I was happy cause I finally seem to have feelings for someone else after losing you. Are you watching me from above?. Whether I find someone of mutual love as time passes, it does not matter. I have my life and I decided to move on and celebrate life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058934043128021478-4461835087428255683?l=jennjiajia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/feeds/4461835087428255683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058934043128021478&amp;postID=4461835087428255683&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/4461835087428255683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/4461835087428255683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/2007/12/was-having-thanksgiving-dinner-at-place.html' title='Foolish Pride'/><author><name>@jennl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734763681445668266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SQXEmmeD9UI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FSOhcuWfSyA/S220/teddycar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SAIEkMlf5tI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3DfqloV9uE4/s72-c/58_by_NADIAwicker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058934043128021478.post-5365132511179461144</id><published>2007-12-21T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T23:38:56.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desidero credere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Been Listening recently to : Andrea Bocelli - Vivo Per Lei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Every December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;when I'm in solitude, you will be in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years passed by, still....&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe you are alive and well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;I want to believe that you keep your promise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;I want to believe that I can see you&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe it so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desidero credere , caro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A volte realmente desidero dimenticarlo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146423464960131618" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/R2vE39yvAiI/AAAAAAAAABE/_6neTzoVWBY/s200/Andrea.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058934043128021478-5365132511179461144?l=jennjiajia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/feeds/5365132511179461144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058934043128021478&amp;postID=5365132511179461144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/5365132511179461144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/5365132511179461144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/2007/12/desidero-credere.html' title='Desidero credere'/><author><name>@jennl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734763681445668266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SQXEmmeD9UI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FSOhcuWfSyA/S220/teddycar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/R2vE39yvAiI/AAAAAAAAABE/_6neTzoVWBY/s72-c/Andrea.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058934043128021478.post-8837559562365517620</id><published>2007-12-08T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T03:19:23.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The inexplicable thing call `Love'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141559232912102706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/R1p84ZVbFTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JijLEfvUECI/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s not phobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not about taking chances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not about desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s about you, giving me all the needed care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The firm one-time holding hand, the warmth hugs, the longing eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the desired stares and the sweet moments together. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You had somehow cruelly and magically made me falling for you eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time goes on and realizing you are drifting away. Realizing you are scared, realizing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are lying to yourself……realizing you are being unfair to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not about forgetting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s about despite some of your craps that had affected my feelings,ironically you are still &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a dear friend in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can be withdrawn and hidden in a strange way…. And still much craved and needed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058934043128021478-8837559562365517620?l=jennjiajia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/feeds/8837559562365517620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058934043128021478&amp;postID=8837559562365517620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/8837559562365517620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058934043128021478/posts/default/8837559562365517620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennjiajia.blogspot.com/2007/12/inexplicable-thing-call-love.html' title='The inexplicable thing call `Love&apos;'/><author><name>@jennl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13734763681445668266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/SQXEmmeD9UI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FSOhcuWfSyA/S220/teddycar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_o9d1_n7USTk/R1p84ZVbFTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JijLEfvUECI/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
