<?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-10327612</id><updated>2011-12-14T11:56:21.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The GruMbleS of a GrumbleR</title><subtitle type='html'>because if i don't write, i would go mad...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-115072543276468370</id><published>2006-05-19T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T21:57:12.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring...Boring...Boring...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is already the second week of my 2-month-semester-break and yet I had not the slightest idea of what I’m going to do with the rest of the holiday. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Looks like this is going to be&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;another&lt;i&gt; boring&lt;/i&gt;…&lt;i&gt;boring&lt;/i&gt;…&lt;i&gt;boring&lt;/i&gt;… holiday.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the past two weeks I’d been trying to apply for every temporary/contract vacancy that appeared on the Jobstreet and I had yet to receive any answer. &lt;i&gt;If &lt;/i&gt;there is going to be one. *sigh*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first week however, had been spent on playing some &lt;i style=""&gt;free time-limited-trial&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;arcade games which I downloaded from Yahoo. Well spent indeed! Ha!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then the past four days (if not mistaken), was spent on reading &lt;i&gt;The da Vinci Code&lt;/i&gt;, which I had bought last year. Yeah, it had been lying comfortably in my bookshelf since last year. I had barely went through half of the book when school re-opened. What frustrated me most is that when I tried to pick up the book again I realized that I can hardly recall what I’d read in the first 300 pages. And to continue seemed not a good idea. So I had to start again from the beginning. Eager to finish it before the movie premier on Thursday, so I spent four whole days on the book. If not for that reason, no doubt the book is going to spend another year in the shelves. For a slow-reader like me, reading a near 600-pages book can be considered &lt;i&gt;rare&lt;/i&gt;. For the record, somehow I managed to do it. *Cheers*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the rest of the holiday, perhaps I should do the same with &lt;i&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;/i&gt; and also Dan Brown’s &lt;i&gt;Deception Point, &lt;/i&gt;another 600+600.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10327612-115072543276468370?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/115072543276468370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=115072543276468370&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/115072543276468370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/115072543276468370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2006/05/boringboringboring.html' title='Boring...Boring...Boring...'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-113537828592844695</id><published>2006-05-09T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T18:37:20.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I haven't figure out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/shake%20it.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 73px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/200/shake%20it.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why people shake hands when they meet new friends? Obviously I'm not the only one wondering about this, if you happened to watch The Chronicles of Narnia. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I don’t even know what the hell is E=mc&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;, even though I studied two&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;years of Physics.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  I don't know and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; bother to figure out what exactly are these, "XML", "RSS feed", "Atom".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they call earwax earwax? As if you could make a candle out of earwax?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the Earth round anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10327612-113537828592844695?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/113537828592844695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=113537828592844695&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/113537828592844695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/113537828592844695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2006/05/things-i-havent-figure-out.html' title='Things I haven&apos;t figure out'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-113683337817024227</id><published>2006-01-10T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T03:14:22.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://mudslinging.blogspot.com"&gt;Mudslinger&lt;/a&gt;. Geee... my first tag too. *High 5*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules: Remove the blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up one place. Then add your blog to the bottom spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zara-low.blogspot.com"&gt;All About Zara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://allyfeel.blogspot.com"&gt;Allyfeel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://bimboz.blogspot.com"&gt;Potpourri of Insanity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://mudslinging.blogspot.com"&gt;Mudslinging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com"&gt;The Grumbles of a Grumbler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Then you select five people to pas the love on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;No&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moment. Lol..but thanx for the tag.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. What were you doing ten years ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...1996.  Final year in primary school. Too buzy with that &lt;strike&gt;mini&lt;/strike&gt; tiny UPSR I guess. But it seemed to be my whole life at that time. Those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. What were you doing 1 year ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time were spent on sleeping, reading blogs, and of course..World of Warcraft!!!&lt;br /&gt;Too excited to get a place in the public Uni. Learnt that USM is not so big after all. And wondered why everyone had to bring a hamper or a set of KFC for that Econs professor during  presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Five super fatty and high cholesterol snacks you enjoy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/04173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 125px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/200/04173.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/04171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 122px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/200/04171.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/639-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 119px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/200/639-5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/Oreo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 127px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/200/Oreo.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/a109_144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 119px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/200/a109_144.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Five songs to which you know all the lyrics off your head right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you - Dido&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to My Life - Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;Shut up - Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;Truly, Madly, Deeply - Savage Garden&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star - myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Five things you would do if you were a multi-millionaire:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray that this is not a dream&lt;br /&gt;Don't let &lt;strike&gt;people&lt;/strike&gt; everyone know that I'm one (to prevent robbery)&lt;br /&gt;Make some donations to the needies&lt;br /&gt;Travel around the world&lt;br /&gt;Buy myself and my family big house and big car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Five bad habits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bite my fingernails&lt;br /&gt;Skip breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Never make my bed&lt;br /&gt;Day dreaming in class&lt;br /&gt;Submit assignments 5 minutes before the office is closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Five things you like doing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating when driving&lt;br /&gt;Reading&lt;br /&gt;Watch TV&lt;br /&gt;Read blogs&lt;br /&gt;World of Warcraft (yay!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Five things you would never wear, buy, or get new again:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School uniforms&lt;br /&gt;Those RM9.90 slippers&lt;br /&gt;Original CD/VCD/DVD/cassettes&lt;br /&gt;Original textbooks&lt;br /&gt;Bikini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Five favourite toys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEGO&lt;br /&gt;Jigsaw puzzle (less than 50 pieces)&lt;br /&gt;Barbie Girls&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10327612-113683337817024227?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/113683337817024227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=113683337817024227&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/113683337817024227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/113683337817024227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2006/01/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-113537499309665796</id><published>2005-12-24T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T15:04:10.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear FutureMe</title><content type='html'>Came across &lt;a href="http://www.futureme.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; site from &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://duller.blogspot.com/"&gt;someone's&lt;/a&gt; blog. It's a site for you to write and send an e-mail to yourself in the future. So here goes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear FutureMe in 2020,&lt;br /&gt;You wrote an e-mail to yourself on Christmas Eve, 2005 from futureme.org. Go check up this site for yourself (if it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; exist when you read this) if you think this is a prank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably don't even have the slightest idea why are you writing this when you did. And you probably have nothing better to do. Muahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, RM1 is equals to US$3.80 when you wrote this. (edit: RM1=USD3.7x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were 21 when you wrote this. That means you would be 36 when you read this stupid e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In  case you don't remember, you were damn addicted to &lt;a href="http://www.worldofwarcraft.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;World of Warcraft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, but you never won a campaign without appying cheat codes. *shame*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to hate cucumbers.  And you have "insect phobia". Hope you manage to overcome it by now, because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your dad may not be there to kill a cockroach for you if you meet one&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really SHOULD have your own car by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(written on Saturday Dec 24 2005, to be delivered on Dec 31 2020)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10327612-113537499309665796?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/113537499309665796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=113537499309665796&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/113537499309665796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/113537499309665796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/12/dear-futureme.html' title='Dear FutureMe'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-113537075545766208</id><published>2005-12-24T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T04:45:55.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obviously I can't tell the difference</title><content type='html'>Read about &lt;a href="http://www.alllooksame.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; site from someone's blog when I was blog-hopping earlier this afternoon. Gave it a try, and, ta..da.. here's the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/CJK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/400/CJK.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scored 6/18. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese, Japanese and Korean. They looked all the same to me. Ho!ho! *wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10327612-113537075545766208?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/113537075545766208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=113537075545766208&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/113537075545766208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/113537075545766208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/12/obviously-i-cant-tell-difference.html' title='Obviously I can&apos;t tell the difference'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-113524994874442275</id><published>2005-12-22T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T19:22:29.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Result's out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/result.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 116px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/400/result.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so my 1st sem result was released yesterday. So am i happy about it? Yes and no. Yes, because i never expect to get above C+ for that accounting paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No because i'd expected better grades for the other 3 papers. It's not that i'm over ambitious or what. It's just that sometimes you thought you did well in the exam but then it turned out to be the other way round. You know, as soon as you walked out of that exam hall, you said to yourself, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That wasn't too bad, i guess i can at least get an A-&lt;/span&gt;" but then you only got a B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, i'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;a bit&lt;/span&gt; disappointed. I know a lot of people would say something like,"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doesn't matter as long as you passed&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't be too greedy&lt;/span&gt;" and stuff.   But i can't help it. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; feel that way and I thought that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; i shouldn't be too satisfied with simply a B or B-. Afterall, I passed. But so does EVERYONE else. And in my school, NO ONE got below C for those papers. So, i guess i was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hoping&lt;/span&gt; to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;above&lt;/span&gt; average. Lol..!!&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/10327612-113524994874442275?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/113524994874442275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=113524994874442275&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/113524994874442275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/113524994874442275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/12/results-out.html' title='Result&apos;s out'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-113450833407908540</id><published>2005-12-22T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T17:02:24.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I HATE direct sales</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. First you'll find your friend(especially long-lost ones), suddenly ask you out and somemore offer you a ride. Next you'll find yourself sitting in some &lt;em&gt;hawkers centre&lt;/em&gt; listening to your friend's "preaching" about the &lt;em&gt;superiority&lt;/em&gt; of some health products which can cure, well, &lt;em&gt;basically&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; disease, while at the same time showing you dozens of photos as "&lt;em&gt;proof&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When you asked him/her why some cancer patients who use their products (aside from those in the photos) couldn’t recover, you’ll get this, “because they aren’t taking enough”. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When you ask him/her how much is &lt;em&gt;enough&lt;/em&gt;, Ha!! You’ll get this,&lt;strong&gt; “Take the WHOLE bottle (500 tablets) a day!!!” &lt;/strong&gt;But when you blinked in disbelief, you’ll be lectured that, “Sometimes people just can’t accept the way things work. HEALTH is put in front of them. It’s just a matter of choice”. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You cannot excuse yourself to leave earlier because he/she offered you the ride there. So you won't have the transport to get the hell out of there. And you can't say you're busy or need to go somewhere else, because you'd already told him/her on the phone that you are free when he/she ask you to come out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When you ask how come those products so expensive, you'll get this, "&lt;strong&gt;One small tablet&lt;/strong&gt; of our ******** (product) has 32 times the elements of normal vitamin you get from the market, and &lt;strong&gt;is equals to18 green apples!!!&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Then you’ll be asked to attend some kinda health seminar organized by their direct sales company which costs &lt;em&gt;hundreds&lt;/em&gt; of ringgit. When you told him/her that its too expensive, he/she will insist that it's worth spending those money for &lt;em&gt;the sake of your health and your family's health. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When you told him/her that you're unable to attend, then you'll be lectured that "nothing comes before your own health". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When you still insist that you need to seriously consider about it, he/she will reply, "OK but I know you won't disappoint me". Then he/she will pull out some kinda membership application form and say, "Here's something you DON'T have to consider. By being a member of *****, you'll be elligible to....blah...bla..bla..." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. BEFORE you manage to stop him/her, you'll find him/her starting to fill up the form for you, WITHOUT your consent. When you told him/her that you don't have the money to pay for the membership fee, he/she will reply, " Since we're friend, this &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; money, i'll submit first. You can always pay me &lt;em&gt;later&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. He/she’ll promise that you WON’T regret after joining their &lt;em&gt;big-happy-family&lt;/em&gt; which &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;shares&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; good things together. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. You'll be reminded that at *****, they don't speak of selling-buying. Instead they use the term &lt;strong&gt;SHARING&lt;/strong&gt;. Why? Because GOOD things are meant to be shared. Ha!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. After hours of "&lt;em&gt;sharing&lt;/em&gt;", he/she will offer to pay for the &lt;em&gt;RM1.50 ice-Milo&lt;/em&gt; that you ordered earlier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the end, your wallet will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;BLEED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, for the sake of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHARING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sounds familiar?? Ha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10327612-113450833407908540?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/113450833407908540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=113450833407908540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/113450833407908540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/113450833407908540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/12/why-i-hate-direct-sales.html' title='Why I HATE direct sales'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-113451635017200581</id><published>2005-12-15T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T23:14:45.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons learned from chain emails</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I hate it when i found those chain things stuffing my mailbox, but i did manage to learn a few things from them, like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. They’re usually &lt;strong&gt;forwarded&lt;/strong&gt; by your &lt;strong&gt;long-lost friends&lt;/strong&gt;, who probably don’t have the gut to upset their closer friends. Ain’t contact you for no reason, huh? So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don’t&lt;/span&gt; be too flattered the next time your long-lost friends send you a forwarded message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Chained e-mails usually have the &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;subject&lt;/strong&gt; headings like, well, “Important!!! Plzzz read…”, “Plzzz don’t delete without reading…”, “Sorry, its too &lt;em&gt;horrible&lt;/em&gt;...” or maybe, “Wishes to my dear friends”, “Friendship 4eva”, “Tips to lead a happy life”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. They usually begin with some kinda horrible stories and end with something like “&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Send this to 10-20 people within 60 minute and something good will happen to you in the next 12 hours. If you break this chain, you’ll be cursed with bad luck for the rest of your life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;” *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Those who forwarded it to you were probably &lt;em&gt;dying&lt;/em&gt; to get away from the curse, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by passing it to others.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Is that what friends are for?!!) *tsk tsk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. See, chain letters/e-mails/sms are actually a &lt;strong&gt;reflection of human nature&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;selfishness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Horrible, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. So the REAL evil is NOT the curse itself BUT the &lt;strong&gt;intention&lt;/strong&gt; of those who &lt;em&gt;fail&lt;/em&gt; to break it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, i never believe those craps and i NEVER forward them. So what i usually do is, delete it and BREAK THE DAMN CHAIN.&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/10327612-113451635017200581?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/113451635017200581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=113451635017200581&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/113451635017200581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/113451635017200581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/12/lessons-learned-from-chain-emails.html' title='Lessons learned from chain emails'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-113450146143108786</id><published>2005-12-14T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T16:51:10.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why SOMETIMES i don't like group assignments</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are always somebody who does not do their part.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People will always opt for the easier job and &lt;em&gt;leave&lt;/em&gt; the thougher one for others. Thus &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you'll always hear this,"Don't ask me to do that.. i &lt;em&gt;don't know&lt;/em&gt; how."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And this,"You do la.. you're so good at it what" - just to &lt;em&gt;get away&lt;/em&gt; from the difficult task.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People take things easy, thinking that other group members will certainly cover for them - for the sake of "teamwork".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People only do what is &lt;em&gt;told, &lt;/em&gt;especially if the whole group will get the &lt;strong&gt;SAME&lt;/strong&gt; grade &lt;em&gt;regardless&lt;/em&gt; how much you contribute.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10327612-113450146143108786?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/113450146143108786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=113450146143108786&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/113450146143108786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/113450146143108786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/12/why-sometimes-i-dont-like-group.html' title='Why SOMETIMES i don&apos;t like group assignments'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-113329334787588106</id><published>2005-11-30T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T03:58:52.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia Boleh?! Sure!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/ear%20squat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="158" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/200/ear%20squat.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And in response to this &lt;a href="http://www.malaysia.tv/frame/?VID=1426"&gt;video clip&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Deputy Internal Security Minister Datuk Noh Omar said,&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;I dare say &lt;strong&gt;everything was done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;following the rules&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. There are lock-up rules and Standing Orders, and I will answer this in detail in Parliament tomorrow. I will quote under what section and what rules this is allowed.”&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.nst.com.my/Current_News/NST/Tuesday/Frontpage/20051129075041/Article/indexb_html"&gt;New Straits Times&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deputy Inspector-General of Police Datuk Seri Musa Hassan said,&lt;br /&gt;“It is the perpetrator behind the video clip whom we are after and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not the policewoman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, who was carrying out a routine check.”&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2005/11/27/nation/12708062&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;The Star&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh!! Malaysia Boleh?! Sure!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One question to ponder. What if this whole squat-in-the-nude things was &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; filmed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/10327612-113329334787588106?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/113329334787588106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=113329334787588106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/113329334787588106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/113329334787588106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/11/malaysia-boleh-sure.html' title='Malaysia Boleh?! Sure!!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-113328597787667304</id><published>2005-11-30T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T05:41:51.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy! I'm a REAL TV fanatic</title><content type='html'>Gee...I'm soooo addicted to TV shows lately. This is my daily watch..well, except for Sunday. I'm looking forward to new shows since &lt;em&gt;Tru Calling&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Smallville&lt;/em&gt; were no longer on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;8.30pm  -  The Practice (NTV7)&lt;br /&gt;9.30pm  -  Lost (8TV)&lt;br /&gt;10.30pm - NCIS Yr. 2 (8TV)&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I couldn't watch &lt;em&gt;Numb3rs (9.00pm)&lt;/em&gt; on TV1 as well. *tsk tsk* -- been trying to switch between channels during commercial breaks, only to be met with scornful looks from my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;8.30pm  -  Without A Trace (NTV7)&lt;br /&gt;10.00pm - Joey (8TV)&lt;br /&gt;10.30pm - Desperate Housewives (8TV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;11.22pm - JAG Yr. 5 (NTV7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;10.30pm - Alias (8TV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;8.30pm  -  Fear Factor Malaysia (NTV7)&lt;br /&gt;9.00pm  -  Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's The Lost World (TV3)&lt;br /&gt;11.15pm -  Survivor Guatemala (NTV7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;2.00pm - The Apprentice 2 (8TV)&lt;br /&gt;11.45pm - Queer Eye For The Staright Guy (8TV)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10327612-113328597787667304?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/113328597787667304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=113328597787667304&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/113328597787667304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/113328597787667304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/11/boy-im-real-tv-fanatic.html' title='Boy! I&apos;m a REAL TV fanatic'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-113286309545915819</id><published>2005-11-26T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T01:24:15.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Consequences of failing 2 say NO - Part IV</title><content type='html'>FL push forward that piece of paper he was working on just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FL: Nah..here's something you don't have to consider.. just fill in your IC number here..and your address here..the rest i'd completed for you liao, you just check lah.&lt;br /&gt;me: What's this??!!A membership application form??!!&lt;br /&gt;*Gosh!! He actually&lt;strong&gt; filled up the form without my consent!&lt;/strong&gt;!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FL: Yeah..and with ONLY RM75 lifetime membership fee, you can have this&lt;em&gt; niu chu ru&lt;/em&gt; and also, you can have 10% discount for every product!!&lt;br /&gt;me:......&lt;br /&gt;*boiling* But since my friend is there, i had to force a bitter smile..&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Why on earth had i went out with BW?! Should've knew it earlier!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FL: Nah..here's the pen. Write down your IC and address...then sign here.&lt;br /&gt;me: har??!!But my dad's already a member liao wor.&lt;br /&gt;FL: Then you should ask him to come along to MRT camp also. A lot of families go together to this kinda camp. I'm a good example. I'll bring my wife.&lt;br /&gt;me: But he's an &lt;em&gt;extremely&lt;/em&gt; inactive member. Hardly &lt;em&gt;bought&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;SELL&lt;/em&gt; anything for the company. He won't go ei.&lt;br /&gt;BW: In that case his membership must be terminated already. If he's inactive for 1 year.&lt;br /&gt;me: Oh..&lt;br /&gt;FL: Please check if i spell your name correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now BOTH of them were staring at me, waiting for me to sign that paper. *Gosh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: You said RM75?&lt;br /&gt;BW: Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;me:*RELUCTANTLY* Oklah..since you two talk &lt;em&gt;so much and so long&lt;/em&gt; liao.&lt;br /&gt;Then I sign the form. ---- to my regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FL: See, my junior never disappoint me 1..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;me: *lying* But i didn't bring the money wor..&lt;br /&gt;FL: Never mind. You can always pay me the next time we meet. I trust you, my junior.&lt;br /&gt;me: *Roll eyes*Next time?? Where got?&lt;br /&gt;FL: When i see you in MRT camp lo..&lt;br /&gt;me: Now who said i was going?!!I told you i would CONSIDER ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;FL: Yeah, i heard that. It's ok if you 1 2 study for exam. But you can always bring all your books there. You attend the activities during the day, then study at hotel room at night lo.&lt;br /&gt;me: Don't want la..RM250 is not small sum you know?? I already spent RM75 for membership d!!&lt;br /&gt;FL: Trust me. You won't regret after you join the camp. Like i said just now, its very worth.&lt;br /&gt;me: *tired of arguing* See first la..I'll call BW after i make my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, FL pulled out another piece of paper and started writing again. But this time i spotted that it was the registration form. OMG! NOT Again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Wait a sec! DON"T you fill anything yet!! i NEVER said i will go that camp.&lt;br /&gt;FL: (stopped) Never mind I filled the form for you 1st. Then if by this weekend you still don't want to come, then only i cancelled the form. But i believe that my junior will never dissappoint me, right??&lt;br /&gt;me:............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he continued on the stupid form. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- THE END --&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10327612-113286309545915819?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/113286309545915819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=113286309545915819&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/113286309545915819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/113286309545915819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/11/consequences-of-failing-2-say-no-part.html' title='The Consequences of failing 2 say NO - Part IV'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-113285886358747620</id><published>2005-11-25T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T04:14:23.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Consequences of failing 2 say NO- Part III</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;And after tons and tons of blah-blah-blaing about their "superior" health product and company, and sh0wing off photos of people who, according to THEM, after consuming E**** products, recovered from all kinds of diseases, even cancer, that guy (which i shall address him as FL here) drew out a piece of paper (which seemed to be some kinda form) and started filling in it, while BW kept on talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BW: ...This thursday night got a seminar at *****. About spirulina. Wanna come with me?It's FREE!&lt;br /&gt;me: Har?? See first lar.. Very busy these days. Final exam 2 weeks from now. Actually now is my study week.&lt;br /&gt;BW: Only a few hours nia!!Come lar...&lt;br /&gt;me: If i got time i call you lar.&lt;br /&gt;FL: (interupting)You go that seminar, you can know EVERYTHING about spirulina. What's its function and bla...bla............&lt;br /&gt;me:............I'll see if i have time.&lt;br /&gt;BW: (pointing to something in the catalougue)....and this is the XXX skin product i told you just now lor. Very worth ler. RM2++ for three bottle. Can last two months ler. Now is the promotion period.&lt;br /&gt;me:......&lt;br /&gt;BW: If you want i can share wif you.&lt;br /&gt;me: erm..i think no lah. (Joking) Give it to me free lo.&lt;br /&gt;BW:..........&lt;br /&gt;FL: (looked up after he heard me say that) Oh. That one cannot. But this one i can give you, free of charge. (He took out a small bottle from his bag and show it to me) This bottle of niu chu ru cost RM80 something if you buy it.&lt;br /&gt;me: *shock*Really? I'm just joking la.. you don't have to give me that.&lt;br /&gt;BW: Let your sis try it out lar..you can mix the tablet with RO water then apply on her scar. It can make those scars DISSAPPEAR!!&lt;br /&gt;me: (laughing out loud) ha..I thought TABLET are meant for swallowing..and deep scars are permanent..haha...funny..&lt;br /&gt;FL: Its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FL then pointed to some of the photos in the album and started on about the "superiority" of that product again, looking excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FL: See this guy in the picture? His face was scarred from an accident...now you see(pointing to another picture)..after he consume this niu chu ru...no trace of the scars anymore. No computer tricks in these pics!! Right, BW?&lt;br /&gt;BW:Yeah..yeah...very effective!!&lt;br /&gt;FL: Nah..i'll open it now. You can have a try on the tablet now. It had a very nice smell also.&lt;br /&gt;me: No..no..no..Don't open lah..i was joking just now. Never really want anything.&lt;br /&gt;FL: (Put down that bottle)OK BW, you continue la, i want to complete this form 1st. You go on tell her about that MRT camp this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BW: Yeah, we have a 2-days-1-night camp at ******Hotel this weekend. You can learn everything about the 4 stages of Molecular Reform Therapy (and blah..bl..bla.......)&lt;br /&gt;FL: (interupting again)Many professional ranging from medical doctors and dieteticians to USM students also go there. You're from USM right? You'll meet many of your friends there.&lt;br /&gt;me: har??!!No lah..my friend don't join E**** one.&lt;br /&gt;FL: In that case you'll find many new friends there. I'm also one of ex-USM graduate. Soc. Science. What's your course?&lt;br /&gt;BW: Erm..me too.&lt;br /&gt;FL: WOW!!! What a coincidence!I actually met my junior today!!&lt;br /&gt;BW: Wah...Then you must go liao lo..&lt;br /&gt;me: *Roll my eyes*Who said?&lt;br /&gt;BW: Go lar..I don't have company. You go with me, then we stay in the same room lor.&lt;br /&gt;me: See first lar..&lt;br /&gt;BW: Why?!! You want to study hior??&lt;br /&gt;me: .......&lt;br /&gt;FL: Aiya..let me give you some advice as a senior la. Don't give yourself so much pressure la. When i was in USM, i was that kinda happy-go-lucky guy, never study hard also can get very good result. I study smart.&lt;br /&gt;BW: Ya lor. He got 1st class degree ler!!&lt;br /&gt;me: Wah..so clever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BW: You go with me lar.. Its very WORTH lar. ONLY RM250 nia...&lt;br /&gt;FL: Yeah..just imagine what it cost if you go stay at hotel for one day...Here we provide food somemore, and PLUS, (pointing to the brochure) you can get this..this..this and this absolutely FREE!!! If you go buy those four products, you gotta pay RM280 ler!!!Where can you find a camp so worthwhile!!&lt;br /&gt;me:...see first la..RM250 wor..no money la..&lt;br /&gt;FL: I won't cheat you1..these four products very good 1...just like BW introduced to you just now...very effective against..(bla..bla...bla...on and on). Right, BW??&lt;br /&gt;BW: Yeah, yeah...I personally tried it before. Its true!&lt;br /&gt;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/10327612-113285886358747620?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/113285886358747620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=113285886358747620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/113285886358747620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/113285886358747620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/11/consequences-of-failing-2-say-no-part_25.html' title='The Consequences of failing 2 say NO- Part III'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-113069516872786266</id><published>2005-11-01T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T04:23:20.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Consequences of failing 2 say NO - Part II</title><content type='html'>Inside &lt;em&gt;Kayu&lt;/em&gt;. When both of us had finished the food. BW's cell phone rang. She answered the phone &amp; here's what i heard her saying to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BW:I'm now at Kayu..the one behind Vistana Hotel... with my friend ......Hmmm...yeah.. only ONE friend...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she finally hung up.&lt;br /&gt;BW: I see your skin very dry. Think you might need some kinda moisturizer. Have you use any?&lt;br /&gt;me: Yeah. Occasionally. I use *****(brand).&lt;br /&gt;BW: Well, looks like its not working. I see your skin still very dry wor. See, your skin "peel off" a bit liao.&lt;br /&gt;me: Yeah, i know.&lt;br /&gt;BW: I know some kinda skin product. Very good one. Only RM2++. I'm currently using it now. Wanna try?&lt;br /&gt;me: What brand is that?&lt;br /&gt;BW: *****&lt;br /&gt;me: Hmm..never heard of it. Too expensive lar. Dont want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BW: How does that &lt;em&gt;r. planta &lt;/em&gt;taste?&lt;br /&gt;me: Gr8!!You should have a try next time.&lt;br /&gt;BW: I think i'll have it now. Let's eat a 2nd round!&lt;br /&gt;me: *Check the watch: 7:30pm* Okay! [considering i can't leave alone without waiting for her to give me another ride home]&lt;br /&gt;BW: *After ordering the food*Oh ya..I left something in my car. I'll go outside to get it. Wait here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she returned with a folder in her hand. As soon as we were both seated back again, she flipped through the files. And found one particular page.&lt;br /&gt;[Bloody hell!! It was a folder full of promotion flyers, booklets, brochures, catelogues &amp;amp; stuff!!And based on my last experience i knew exactly what would happen next.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;strong&gt;THAT WAS EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED NEXT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BW: About that &lt;em&gt;'niu chu ru'&lt;/em&gt; i told you just now, *Pointing to something on the page* i think your sister should try it. Very effective and blah...blah...blah...blah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[I didn't listen properly to whatever she said. why? That thing she was pointing is another new product of a direct sales company(E****), which i've encountered many times before, and not to mention, 'dreaded'. OMG!! I should've guess it earlier!!In fact BW was not the 1st person trying to persuade me into joining the company or buying the products. WL &amp;amp; YR had been making attempts too. Only they both failed to get a penny out of me].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was struggling to figure out how to reject her, in a polite manner, while&lt;em&gt; pretending&lt;/em&gt; to pay attention to what she was saying, when suddenly a young man who turned out to be BW's friend approached out of nowhere, to our table, and take the empty seat next to mine. That's not the problem, actually. The real trouble is, he was holding EVEN MORE of those kinda folders containing promotionl stuff!! *OMG!!!* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then...I had to sat there like a statue, pretending to listen to what these guys have to say, while constantly checking my watch, while they went on blah...bla...bla...bla... with their ridiculous sales speech about things i'd heard countless times before. Just to GET ME to PAY, and then JOIN them. *sigh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10327612-113069516872786266?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/113069516872786266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=113069516872786266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/113069516872786266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/113069516872786266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/11/consequences-of-failing-2-_113069516872786266.html' title='The Consequences of failing 2 say NO - Part II'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-113068806867264905</id><published>2005-11-01T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T04:16:12.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Consequences of failing 2 say NO - Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got a call from BW to have dinner in Kayu. Didn't see her since the past few months. Thought it was another one of the usual chit chat thing with ex-classmate from former high school. So i agree without hesitation. However things seemed to be going out of my expectation;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BW offered to give me a ride since my sis took the car out already. Below is (roughly) the conversation we've had from the moment i got into her car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Ei, hi there...how r u doing lately..&lt;br /&gt;BW: Gr8! &lt;long&gt;You know what, my dad's restaurant is closing out. And now i don't have to help out in the restaurant anymore!!&lt;br /&gt;me: Wow! Guess you must be glad to have the time for yourself?&lt;br /&gt;BW: Hmmm..you certainly can put it that way.&lt;br /&gt;me: Oh... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Silence]&lt;br /&gt;BW: How's your sis now? Has she fully recover yet? [note: she means from the road accident a few months back]&lt;br /&gt;me: Yeah, I think so..except for the scar. Gotta have another reconstruction surgery in December.&lt;br /&gt;BW: I know some kinda stuff that can make those scars disappear.&lt;br /&gt;me: What? Natopherol??Vitamin E?&lt;br /&gt;BW: Nope.. &lt;em&gt;niu chu ru&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;me: Pardon? &lt;em&gt;niu&lt;/em&gt; what?Chinese herbs?&lt;br /&gt;BW: No lah..&lt;em&gt;niu chu ru&lt;/em&gt;. Some kinda health product. Effective for healing scars.&lt;br /&gt;me: *Shrug* Oh...&lt;br /&gt;[Another silence] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10327612-113068806867264905?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/113068806867264905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=113068806867264905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/113068806867264905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/113068806867264905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/11/consequences-of-failing-2-say-no-part_01.html' title='The Consequences of failing 2 say NO - Part I'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-113077464048384630</id><published>2005-10-31T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T00:12:58.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c333/JOCELYN-JC/pictures/HalloweenFlashers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween flashers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c333/JOCELYN-JC/pictures/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't drink &amp;amp; fly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10327612-113077464048384630?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/113077464048384630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=113077464048384630&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/113077464048384630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/113077464048384630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/10/creative.html' title='Creative'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c333/JOCELYN-JC/pictures/th_HalloweenFlashers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-112870927347859852</id><published>2005-10-08T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T02:21:13.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The three things</title><content type='html'>Saw this kind of meme in some of the blogs that i've read for the past few weeks. Find it quite interesting, so i decided to do it in my own version, 3 things instead of five or seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things I could do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Starving myself for three whole days.&lt;br /&gt;2. Awake whole night and sleep through the day.&lt;br /&gt;3. Stick to my computer 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things I wish to do before I die:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be rich.&lt;br /&gt;2. Travel across the globe.&lt;br /&gt;3. Get myself a luxurious car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things I desire most:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;2. Health.&lt;br /&gt;3. Prestige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three often repeated words.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shit!&lt;br /&gt;2. Huh?&lt;br /&gt;3. What?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three celebrity crushes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Brad Pitt&lt;br /&gt;2. Orlando Bloom&lt;br /&gt;3. Tom Hanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things I hate most:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hypocrites&lt;br /&gt;2. Back-stabbers&lt;br /&gt;3. Being annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three physical traits I look for in my partner/opposite sex:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tall than me.&lt;br /&gt;2. Deep voice.&lt;br /&gt;3. No moustache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three characteristics I look for in my partner/opposite sex:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mature&lt;br /&gt;2. Caring&lt;br /&gt;3. Accountability&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10327612-112870927347859852?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/112870927347859852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=112870927347859852&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/112870927347859852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/112870927347859852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/10/three-things.html' title='The three things'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-112810836659198111</id><published>2005-10-02T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T14:13:03.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 7 things you heard most in schools</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here are the 7 remarks that I've heard most in schools. And most probably, from staraight A's scorers and top students. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"My hand-writing is bad. I'm not sure if you can &lt;em&gt;read&lt;/em&gt; my notes."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; study at home."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I'm certainly going to &lt;em&gt;fail&lt;/em&gt; the test."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Oh God! I can't answer &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; the exam questions!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"My&lt;em&gt; result&lt;/em&gt; is poor."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"My &lt;em&gt;English&lt;/em&gt; is poor."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I didn't study &lt;em&gt;at all&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10327612-112810836659198111?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/112810836659198111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=112810836659198111&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/112810836659198111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/112810836659198111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/10/7-things-you-heard-most-in-schools.html' title='The 7 things you heard most in schools'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-112809840922479365</id><published>2005-09-30T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T01:33:59.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not trying to justify his victory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/top2_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/320/top2_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, exactly six days ago, Daniel was crowned the second Malaysian Idol (not to mention the bunch of criticism that followed yet). Yeah, i know i am way too late to blog about this. For the past few days I'd been reading blogs about this issue and yet not have the time to blog about it myself. And from my reading, most of them were negative responses. &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmm..let's see. He won with 68% of the votes, 1.2 million votes, to be precise, as compare to Nita, the runner-up, 500k votes. His victory looked like a resounding one, huh, but yet, many seemed not really happy about the result. Some said he won because of the votes from little Chinese girls below the age of 15, who still didn't know the difficulties of earning money and thus spent hundreds of Ringgit voting for him, whereas others said he won because of his looks, not his singing. They said that he was mumbling all the way. Some "far-thinkers" even doubted his ability to proceed to the international level of competitions, like Asian Idol or World Idol. Poor Daniel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've followed through the show since day one. For me, it's really not fair to criticize someone like that. And we shouldn't even compare him with Nita, the runner-up, or Jac, the previous Malaysian Idol(MI). All of them have their own strength. Just because your favourite Nita didn't win, it doesn't mean that Daniel doesn't deserve the title. 1.2 million votes vs 500k votes! (or 68% vs 32%) It couldn't be wrong, isn't it? Even though if you would prefer to think that most of the votes came from rich, little Chinese girls (or girls who have rich papa and mama) who could afford to send hundreds of sms to vote for their idol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe we should think the other way instead. &lt;em&gt;Young, Chinese girls, with spending power.&lt;/em&gt; That's the way music industry works, isn't it? It's all about making money! So what's wrong with winning through young girls' votes, if it could bring hugh revenue to the industry? As stated by Paul Moss, the chief MI jury himself, it's a very healthy competiton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And yeah, I know that Nita had a very powerful voice and she's tall and pretty and etc. But yet, no one could denied the fact that Daniel was more popular than her. Even though you might said that he doesn't have powerful vocal, or even sang out of tune in "mimpi". But who never make mistakes?But once more, he is the king of falsetto. Nita herself admitted it! And more important, there are very few local male artists who could sing like he does. And that's why he won! Because he is UNIQUE! Jay Chow wins popularity through mumbling also. And if mumbling does make him stand out of the crowd, what's wrong with it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What would happen if Nita was crowned instead of Daniel?All we get is another singer with powerful voices. And hell, we have a whole lot of that kind of artists already!And MI is all about seeking the unique talent, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For those "far-sighted" folks, don't worry about his ability to proceed to a higher level. He could certainly fend for himself, for God's sake. Who knows, he could probably reach higher than we expected! So why don't we just give him some time instead? And try savour the difference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(p/s: I'm not a fan of Daniel actually and i didn't even spend one cent voting for him.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10327612-112809840922479365?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/112809840922479365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=112809840922479365&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/112809840922479365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/112809840922479365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-not-trying-to-justify-his-victory.html' title='I&apos;m not trying to justify his victory'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-112533429403253452</id><published>2005-08-27T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T00:53:17.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it sooo hard to make donations??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went round almost half of Penang island with lean ee this two days, looking for sponsorship for our fund-raising projects. You know what, all we've got is some "sorry&lt;em&gt;-our-boss-is-not-here-so-we-can't-decide-about it&lt;/em&gt;" remarks from probably the boss himself. Hmmm...That, in fact is the attitude of people nowadays, when it comes to doing charity. They may own big, big business with multiple branches around the island and yet can't even give out RM50 for a tiny advertisement space in our booklet, nor would they spend RM40 for a ticket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everytime we enter a shop, the people there welcomed &amp;amp; greeted us but when they found out that we're actually there to ask money from them, well, you might have guess it already. Yeah, their friendly, sweet, politeness disappeared right away. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Everyone in our group is required to sell 10 entry tickets PLUS an advertising space in the event booklet for a fund-raising HI-Tea at Berjaya Hotel actually. But ermm..now i guess we'll have to buy some of the tickets ourselves, if we've still no luck tomorrow. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10327612-112533429403253452?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/112533429403253452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=112533429403253452&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/112533429403253452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/112533429403253452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/08/is-it-sooo-hard-to-make-donations.html' title='Is it sooo hard to make donations??'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-112283756792687217</id><published>2005-08-01T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T03:22:52.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TM 2 in 1 bill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Found out from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tm.net.my"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;TM Net&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;website that starting from the 1st of September, all existing TM Net users will receive a 2 in 1 bill instead of the seperate bills that they're receiving now. It means that only ONE single bill known as " &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Telephone &amp; Multimedia Bill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" will be issued. So TM Net 1515 dial-up service(internet)charges &amp;amp; Homeline (phone)charges will be incorporated into ONE so called "user-friendly" bill. Well, they said it's for &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; convenient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, i must admit that there is indeed &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; convenient in it as i don't have to pay the bills seperately, but in the mean time i don't know how should i response to the new policy. A "yippie" or a "uh-oh" instead? Why? Because usuallly our phone bill is settled by my dad while i &lt;em&gt;take care&lt;/em&gt; of the internet bill myself (by defaulting over the past few months). So under the new policy, the internet charges will be displayed on the phone bill(which is covered by my dad) &amp;amp; i'm not sure whether it's going to be a pleasant sight to him, especially when the debt had mounted over RM100. And certainly, the last thing i wanted him to do is to grumble over the bills or worse still, &lt;em&gt;interfere&lt;/em&gt; with my internet access. &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/10327612-112283756792687217?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/112283756792687217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=112283756792687217&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/112283756792687217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/112283756792687217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/08/tm-2-in-1-bill.html' title='TM 2 in 1 bill'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-112233046253633795</id><published>2005-07-26T05:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T06:42:30.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another form of discrimination??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some people may say looks do not matter. But can you deny the fact that what is beautiful is often loved? Consider the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/ShowLetter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/200/ShowLetter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would you love to keep this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/dirty-cat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/dirty-cat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/200/dirty-cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;or this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as a pet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/beast.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/200/beast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would they live happily ever after if the Beast did not turned back into his handsome, good-looking prince self at the end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now consider the term "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;falling in love at first sight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What actually made that happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Ding! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good-looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; faces of course!)How would you fall for somebody if he/she doesn't catch your eye at the first place?(or he/she is ugly looking?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In fact &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eddyelmer.com/diary/diarystart.html?http://www.eddyelmer.com/diary/2003_Oct_31_diary.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;studies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; consistently proved that what is beautiful is better/beautiful/successful, etc. People who are born pretty are often blessed with &lt;strong&gt;more privileges&lt;/strong&gt; than those who don't. (Seems &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;unfair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, right? Unfortunately, this is the cruel reality.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Physically attractive job candidates with the exact same qualifications as less physically attractive candidates (slightly below average in attractiveness) are &lt;strong&gt;more likely to be hired &lt;/strong&gt;for a particular job. Even experienced personnel managers are not immune to the attractiveness bias. And therefore physically attractive people tend to have better-paying jobs in higher-level positions than their less attractive counterparts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good-looking people are &lt;strong&gt;better liked&lt;/strong&gt; than those who don't. And they're more&lt;strong&gt; POPULAR&lt;/strong&gt; too. (Consider the case of prom queen and prom king or whatever it is.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They often successful in &lt;strong&gt;getting whatever they want&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And, whether you realize it or not, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Most of us like to be in the company of physically attractive people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;We are more likely to help a physically attractive person than a physically unattractive person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;In a public transport, we are more likely to be sitting next to a good-looking person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So what happen to those fall &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;outside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the category of beautiful/gorgeous/handsome/cute/good-looking/attractive people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Question:&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Is this some kind of discrimination for them?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10327612-112233046253633795?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/112233046253633795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=112233046253633795&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/112233046253633795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/112233046253633795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/07/another-form-of-discrimination.html' title='Another form of discrimination??'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-112215294224760059</id><published>2005-07-24T04:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T05:10:57.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeo0owWww ^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/laze.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/200/laze.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Spent another weekend loafing around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/daydreaming1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/200/daydreaming1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, day dreaming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/200/sleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least but not the least, sleEpinG... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/CatSleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/200/CatSleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sleEp..sLeEp... and then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/cat_sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/200/cat_sleep.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sLeEp AGaiN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/depression1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/200/depression1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/stare1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/200/stare1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(WhY am I never tired of sLeEpinG??) *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/gun1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/200/gun1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uh-oh, guess i better get up &amp;amp; do something now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/gun1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10327612-112215294224760059?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/112215294224760059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=112215294224760059&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/112215294224760059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/112215294224760059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/07/meeo0owwww.html' title='Meeo0owWww ^_^'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-112180788872817434</id><published>2005-07-20T05:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T00:31:21.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down to eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look, this is probably the smallest class I’d ever attended. We started off with a group of 11 but then people began to drop out of the class until there’re only 9 persons left! Can you imagine what’s going to be like conducting a lecture with only nine students in your class throughout the whole sem? But it seemed like some people just can’t accept the lecturer's way of teaching. And the assignment he’d given us is definitely so &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;un&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;academical. I personally think that his strategy was way too radical for us especially under our exam-orientated education system. You just can’t expect to change people’s mindset in such a short time when they’re so used to the old set of rules! So I guess from now on I just have to get enough sleep before going to class. Why? Because the last thing I wanted to do is to doze off in his class because there’s no way you can get away with that if the class is &lt;em&gt;soooo&lt;/em&gt; small and that you’ll probably have to sit in the front row of the lecture hall. That was indeed so “&lt;em&gt;face-to-face&lt;/em&gt;” huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/10327612-112180788872817434?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/112180788872817434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=112180788872817434&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/112180788872817434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/112180788872817434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/07/down-to-eight.html' title='Down to eight'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-112110472461404630</id><published>2005-07-12T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T02:51:37.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the brightest smile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/3122/640/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" height="158" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/3122/200/collage1.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;that's my little cousin over there...with one of the brightest smile he could put on his face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10327612-112110472461404630?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/112110472461404630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=112110472461404630&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/112110472461404630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/112110472461404630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/07/brightest-smile_12.html' title='the brightest smile...'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-112064491330414440</id><published>2005-07-06T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T03:04:20.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YiPPiE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Received a RM300 cheque this morning as a cash prize of a SMS-based quiz that I’d been participating over the last few months. Yippie!! Well, to be precise, it’s only RM290 after RM10 was deducted for postage &amp; handling fees. Well, it’s ok, considering that it was impossible for me to go all the way to KL just to redeemed the seemingly insignificant cash prize. Being the fastest to answer the question correctly on the final round, I was granted the chance to choose between a RM300 cash prize &amp;amp; 2 AirAsia travel vouchers. Since I won’t have time for vacation at the moment, I’d chosen the cash prize instead. I know RM300 is nothing, but this is the first time I actually won a contest. And I’d been joining the &lt;a href="http://www.jetset.com.my"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;JETSET Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; participating in this sms-quiz for a couple of months until my prepaid credit almost depleted. So I guess it DID mean something to me.&lt;br /&gt;In fact three weeks ago when the &lt;a href="http://www.unrealmind.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Unreal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Interactive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; called to notify me that I’m the winner-of-the-day, I could hardly gloated over the news as I recalled the similar phone call my sis received a few years back which notify her about winning 4 LOTR tickets from some sms-contest. It turned out to be a bluff when she went to claimed the tickets at the appointed &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;MAXIS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;service centre in Prangin Mall. All she got was some “&lt;em&gt;your name is not on our winners’ database&lt;/em&gt;” reply. So I guess I have every reason to keep the joy until this morning. Yippie!! again. =P&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/10327612-112064491330414440?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/112064491330414440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=112064491330414440&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/112064491330414440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/112064491330414440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/07/yippie.html' title='YiPPiE!!!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-112047541144615939</id><published>2005-07-01T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T03:04:52.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day full of rendezvous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went out for breakfast at &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;McDonald’s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with ean hwa &amp; YJ this morning. It seemed i hadn’t been waking up early since the beginning of my three-months-holidays. Ya know, it’s holidays…&amp;amp; I’m NEVER a morning person, so i stay up late at night and wake up at and even after lunch time everyday. Save the breakfast, my mom said. But i have had a lot of late night suppers all these days,&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;lying on the coach &amp; stuffed my mouth with junk foods&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (*talk about keeping fit* Urgh!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a nice talking for almost 2 hours there. It had been a long long time since the three of us last contacted, except for occasional greetings via e-mail or SMS. YJ just broke up with her boyfriend from the university. Well, &lt;em&gt;dumped&lt;/em&gt;, actually. And she seemed pretty upset about that. How could she &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; be? Being dumped by a guy she loved (or still loves) so much wasn’t really the best way of ending a relationship. What’s more, it happened because of another girl!! Well, we could only consoled her that it’s a good thing it ended up early, since they’d only been together for three months. God, i do hope she got over with the pain soon &amp;amp; would be able to find her true love someday. Ean hwa is still the same famous &amp;amp; pretty girl i know. She is the one who did most of the “counselling” for YJ, that we started calling her a professional counselor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yueh ni asked me out for a drink at night. The last time I saw her was at her 21st birthday party a few months ago, when i'd left early for the Chinese New Year BBQ feast at my apartment. We met up at &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thumb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; Music Cafe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just across the street. It’s a favourite rendezvous for Penangites. You can sit there as long as you like while listening to the band. We found a couple of our ex-classmates there, like us, they were also gathering up to enjoy their last few days of the semester break before going back to college next week. Afterall, three months seemed like a SHORT break especially when you’re reaching the end of it, and knowing that there’s a whole bunch of assignments and exams waiting for you when school reopen. =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10327612-112047541144615939?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/112047541144615939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=112047541144615939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/112047541144615939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/112047541144615939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/07/day-full-of-rendezvous.html' title='a day full of rendezvous'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-111960625037928866</id><published>2005-06-24T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T03:05:26.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How does it look?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've decided to pick up a new template in this blog cos i think the previous one is quite moody. I don't know how you guys feel about this one. It's not that i prefer the "greenny" appearance of this template, and I know the old one is quite neat and some of you may like it better, but, well, i'm starting to get bored of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With this one i hope that it will cheer me up a little every time i log on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I sure hope that it will enlighten anyone who read it too...Perhaps after sometimes, when i'm bored with this one either, i'll change back to the previous one. That's the problem with getting bored easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;=P &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/10327612-111960625037928866?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/111960625037928866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=111960625037928866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/111960625037928866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/111960625037928866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/06/how-does-it-look.html' title='How does it look?'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-111960307651585462</id><published>2005-06-19T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T03:05:56.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RM250 for NoTHinG?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;PASSION &lt;/span&gt;with my aunt to perm my hair straight. I can’t believe I’ve sat there for 4 hours &amp; 15 minutes, with nothing to eat since breakfast. I was so damn hungry &amp;amp; tired until I’d almost dozed off in the bench…couldn’t see what the hair stylist was doing to my miserable hair..&amp; couldn’t seemed to flip the magazines on the shelf either…Why??? Cos I couldn’t see nothing when I’m not wearing my glasses!!! Aye..I’m blind without my spec!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what could be done??!! I’ve waited so long for this day, trying desperately to keep my hair long &amp;amp; making enough money to do this. So I just sat there like a statue…staring blankly at the mirror in front of me...all that I could made of was the blur, blur image of myself and the young male hair stylist “fumbling” behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally when the 180 degree perming process was over, PASSION’s boss who’s doing the hair cut for me asked where I last have my hair cut so I told him I did it at BJ. Then he started mumbling &amp; criticizing the work of the hair stylists at &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;D’TREND&lt;/span&gt;, followed by some cruel remarks about my hair, saying that something’s not right with it &amp;amp; that they’d ruined my hair. Actually I think he’s trying to show off his "flawless" skill, or so he thought! Or maybe he thought that by saying that I won’t be going to D’TREND anymore. Well, he was terribly WRONG!!! If D'TREND is so bad as he said, then his saloon is probably even worse! It was not until I got home that I found out that it was HIM who actually spoiled my miserable hair..Alas! He had left a whole bunch of my hair strangely SHORT &amp; now it’s sticking out like some kind of feather!! GrrRrrH...I think it would take quite some time to grow long again and in the mean time, I guess I have to put some gel on it to make it stick with the rest, so that it doesn’t look like “standing”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s not all, this whole hair cut &amp;amp; perming or rebonding or treatment or whatever cost me RM250 all together!! I thought my aunt told me it only cost RM180 when she last came here. Okie, fine! You're lucky because I’m not the kind of person to argue about prices…so…I PAID them, with &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of my last 2 week’s salary as a part-time waitress in MW’s restaurant. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they told me not to wash or bind my hair in any way for 3 whole days, which means until Wednesday!!! Oh God!! I’m starting to recall the itchiness on my scalp the last time when I hadn’t wash my hair for 1 and a half days. I just can’t imagine how it would feel like not to wash my hair for 3 damn days!! Luckily I had my days off from work until Saturday night, so I don’t have to sweat all over. The air-conditioning in the restaurant is pretty lousy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;McDonald’s&lt;/span&gt; afterwards &amp; I met with Lilian &amp;amp; YJ sitting at a corner table. It seemed that they didn’t asked me out for tea because they were worried that I still haven’t got over with the grief of my sis’s accident. Well, thank’s a lot. I think they can see from my expressions now that I’m quite ok to be asked out for a drink. We did agreed to come out together next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to work my money back somehow, since my hair is starting to curl back. And there’s still a lot of want-to-buy items on my list &amp;amp; the holiday is almost over. &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/10327612-111960307651585462?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/111960307651585462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=111960307651585462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/111960307651585462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/111960307651585462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/06/rm250-for-nothing.html' title='RM250 for NoTHinG?'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-111960264260320093</id><published>2005-06-05T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T03:07:00.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day at work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My dad sent me to MW's restaurant early this morning &amp; we were shocked to find that it was deserted. The whole place seemed to have changed. The empty space that used to be a parking lot had been replaced with a new coffee shop. Puzzled, I called MW &amp;amp; asked her whether I went to the right place &amp; she was surprise that we still didn’t know that her restaurant had moved to the end of the street. Well, looks like my memory was out of date. The old, tiny, sheltered by zinc roof traditional Chinese sea food restaurant had been abandoned eight months ago. Now, standing proud at the end of the street, was a double-storey, air-conditioned modern restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MW wasn’t there yet when I arrived. The chief waitress was a woman in her early fifties. She seemed relieved to have another waitress to help her with the work. Since today is Sunday, it was expected that the restaurant would be crowded during lunch and dinner time. Well, the first thing I had to do is to dry all the plates, bowls, cutleries &amp;amp; etc. Then I was asked to peel oranges. Being a “big boss” at home made my progress here slower. I tried to keep up the pace with other staff in the restaurant. There is a young man here who was very kind to help me with the job. Indeed he did make my first day easier. Thanks a lot, Alex!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cashier here, MW’s uncle however was not easy to get along with. Well, I just think he was a little fussy and skeptical sometimes. And he seemed having difficulties to tolerate with petty mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole body ached when i get back home. I slumped to the coach immediately after i reached home. My mom joked at that i should used to do more of the house chores from now on. Despite the exaustion, i still managed to watched the whole episode of The Apprentice before i went to bed, hoping that i myself wouldn't be fired for making petty mistakes.&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/10327612-111960264260320093?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/111960264260320093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=111960264260320093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/111960264260320093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/111960264260320093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/06/1st-day-at-work.html' title='1st day at work'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-111960200039805401</id><published>2005-05-30T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T03:08:03.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RM20?? better than NoTHING, huh?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My long lost friend MW sent me a sms asking whether I would be interested to work as a part-time waitress at her dad’s restaurant. It’s 10.30-2.30pm &amp;amp; 6.00-10.00pm. RM20 for each shift. Well, RM5 for an hour, so I agreed, considering I won’t get any cents by sitting at home throughout the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’d been a long long time since the two of us last contacted. We’ve last seen each other when we were still at f6. I heard from somebody that she didn’t make it to the public university. Well, I think she need not worry about that at all since she has a wealthy daddy who can afford to send her to any prominent private universities in the country or overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I dined at her restaurant was, well, three and a half years ago. When we stayed at Bayan Baru. And I still miss the famous fried “&lt;a href="http://www.malaysianfood.net/recipes/recipekangkungbelacan.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;kangkung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;” there. In fact that was the reason we chose to dine in there. I wondered how the restaurant had changed for the past 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10327612-111960200039805401?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/111960200039805401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=111960200039805401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/111960200039805401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/111960200039805401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/05/rm20-better-than-nothing-huh.html' title='RM20?? better than NoTHING, huh?!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-111299601571402360</id><published>2005-04-01T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T03:08:34.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April fool??!!</title><content type='html'>I told my friends about my sister's accident and guess what! They thought that i was joking with them. Well, it's April fool all right and i felt like a FOOL. (and a jerk of course)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10327612-111299601571402360?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/111299601571402360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=111299601571402360&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/111299601571402360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/111299601571402360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/04/april-fool.html' title='April fool??!!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-111298956441790470</id><published>2005-03-30T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T03:09:11.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I shouldn't have told her!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Received a phone call from the Seberang Jaya Hospital when I was getting ready to go to the funeral parlour, saying that my sister was involved in a motorcycle accident and was now in the hospital. Immediately I call her cell phone and she answered the phone after i called her several times. I was so relieved to hear her voice speaking. She told me that she was ok and was on the way to be transfered to the hospital in our own hometown. And i thought she only got minor injuries since she can still respond to me through the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call my mom who's already at the funeral parlour to tell her the news. When my dad found out about the accident he began saying harsh words and blaming my mom for not calling her to make sure that she didn't come back from college. But i assured them that she is fine and can still speak on the phone. So the muttering ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the hospital, i was too shocked and nearly fainted at the sight of her swollen, bloody face and clothes. It was not at all what i've been thinking!!!Tears began to stream down from my eyes. The doctor said that her condition is not life-threatening but she had fractures on her left cheek bones and nose. There's a 9cm long and 2.5 cm deep cut across her forehead and a 3cm cut at her jaw. She also lost a few teeth. Other injuries can only be known after they perform CT-scan for her tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was overwhelmed by guilt for telling her that nobody is free to fetch her. She had tried to ride home by herself with a bike borrowed from her classmate when she had no motorcycle licience and had never actually ride a bike before!!! It's all my fault. If i haven't told her that, this wouldn't happen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the operation room, my parents started to quarrel again. Blaming each other for the accident. That's just the way they use to be. Everytime something happen, the first thing my dad do is to blame someone. Occasionally they directed the blame towards me for telling her the news of my grandma's death, saying that if i haven't told her the news, she wouldn't rush back by herself. I just kept quiet at the accusations. Afterall, this happened partly because of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctors manage to stop her bleeding and stitch her wound after a few hours. But now she's only ok on the outside. They still couldn't give any treatment for the fractures. This had been an endless night for all of us. We were very afraid when she vomits a lot of blood. Luckily the doctor said it's just the blood that she had swallowed when she fainted on the road.&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/10327612-111298956441790470?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/111298956441790470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=111298956441790470&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/111298956441790470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/111298956441790470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-shouldnt-have-told-her.html' title='I shouldn&apos;t have told her!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-111298607565523515</id><published>2005-03-29T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T03:09:46.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a blue day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My grandma passed away this morning. It's quite shocking though we already expected it few months ago, when doctors said she had reach the final stage of cancer. Maybe it's because we never thought that it's going to happen so soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, perhaps it's a good thing for her too. She had suffer so much since the end of last year. Death seemed a relieve for her pain. Hopefully she can rest in peace. But i felt a little bit guilty for not visiting her always when she's alive since she longed for her children and grandchilren's visits when she went through her illness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I gave my sister a message about the news of grandma's death via sms. She was asking if she should take leave and come back from the college to attend the funeral and i sent my mom's word to her that she don't have to. And adding myself that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nobody is free to fetch her home from her campus at this time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and I had hope that she would heed my mom's advise by adding that. She didn't say anything after that but just ask me when and where the funeral is going to be held. So i told her what I know, and we never contact again since then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&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/10327612-111298607565523515?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/111298607565523515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=111298607565523515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/111298607565523515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/111298607565523515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-blue-day.html' title='It&apos;s a blue day'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-110719197580404289</id><published>2005-02-02T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T03:10:27.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!##%&amp;?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Workload + Workload + Workload + Workload again + Mid-term exam tomorrow!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;= WaAMmmmBAMmMMM (ExPlosiON)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, i think i can still handle it...though vanishing for a while would be a much better help (than reassuring myself).. a little while will do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then perhaps i would just come back &amp;amp; bury myself in stacks of books again, if i still haven't doze off... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10327612-110719197580404289?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/110719197580404289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=110719197580404289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/110719197580404289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/110719197580404289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post.html' title='!!##%&amp;?...'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-111961720606114272</id><published>2005-02-01T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T03:15:23.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss u all gals!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/Picture%200641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/320/Picture%200641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;A gathering at WT's place after the steamboat feast. HP who'd been missing from the feast was busy packing up for Newcastle next week, if i'm not mistaken. And YN had to leave early for some charity work at "tze ji" to help the Tsunami victims. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Ooops!!This picture should have been posted after the one below.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/Picture%20064.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/2-1-2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/320/2-1-2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A steamboat feast at "&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;JAPANESE STEAMBOAT&lt;/span&gt;" opposite pcghs, with some of my long lost friends from the board of prefects back in high school. It was indeed a "shrimps-all-the-way" lunch. I fed myself with more than 8 shrimps in a roll!!! Wow, i was surprised by my own good appetite!! For the first time in my life, I tasted beef and mutton offered by YN. That was indeed ridiculous!!! And i'm not sure whether i would like to have it again. It's not that it tasted bad. Well, i'm just not used to it. Buddhists are prohibited against beef consumption anyway. Uh-oh, I just broke the regulation of Buddhism!! *shhHhh* Amitabha. =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/10327612-111961720606114272?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/111961720606114272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=111961720606114272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/111961720606114272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/111961720606114272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/02/miss-u-all-gals.html' title='Miss u all gals!!!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-110650819327563959</id><published>2005-01-24T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T03:13:29.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm such a LOSER when it comes to deviding works</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me : Hey..let's devide our works so that we can finish it earlier. There's a total of 30 pages required, to be fair i suggest that each of us do 15. Is that ok with ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the nuisance: Okie, fair enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me : So we've to do it in 2 parts, right? And Part 1 would be the intro. According to this guideline here...we must do a literature review of at least 3 journal articles about our topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the nuisance: I guess that's the most important &amp; yet difficult part of the whole project!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me : And Part 2 would be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the nuisance: It's the research objectives, significance &amp;amp; design...Wait a minute! It's already given here in this guideline!(Reading from the handouts)It says here that all we need to do is just PASTE it in our own proposal! I wanna do this part. Ya know, i'm always a lazy thinker so don't ever ask me to write any stupid literature review!It's gonna make my head explode!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me : So you mean....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the nuisance: (Chuckle)Looks like our buddy here don't have much choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me : (Sigh)..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10327612-110650819327563959?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/110650819327563959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=110650819327563959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/110650819327563959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/110650819327563959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-such-loser-when-it-comes-to.html' title='I&apos;m such a LOSER when it comes to deviding works'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10327612.post-110641789054106369</id><published>2005-01-13T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T03:11:07.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey!I'm starting my own blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So i'm starting a blog...partly because i'm bored..but there's something stronger that drives me here..maybe it's the feeling of overwhelming depression &amp;amp; disappointment with the ugliness of human nature... it's good,though, to find some ways to relieve yourself when everything else seemed to go wrong. Afterall,it's not gonna hurt anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Actually, i like the idea of being able to ramble about and share my thoughts and personal view with the world and maybe get some feedbacks or comments from like-minded folks without being exposed of my identity. Perhaps that's the good thing about being anonymous here, you know, you don't always get the chance to do that in real life without receiving scornful looks from others or being "blahblahblah" about behind your back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Unfortunately i still got no ideas on how to develope this blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hopefully it will come soon...when i wake up tomorrow.&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/10327612-110641789054106369?l=jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/110641789054106369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10327612&amp;postID=110641789054106369&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/110641789054106369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10327612/posts/default/110641789054106369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelyn-jc.blogspot.com/2005/01/heyim-starting-my-own-blog.html' title='Hey!I&apos;m starting my own blog!'/><author><name>Jocelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01522285761425428739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7988/793/1600/wink1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
