<?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-34895720</id><updated>2012-02-02T04:39:52.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>¨°º jamieternity º°¨</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>231</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-6073538904641636437</id><published>2010-09-15T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T16:31:09.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M.I.A.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a couple of weeks ago, Sis-E told me she finally read my blog, when it has been there since 2006.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Better late than never. Thanks sis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So it just hit me that I haven't been logging in lately. 3 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't remember being away this long before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have many excuses of the absence, but then it just became LAZINESS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At this point, writing has been kinda hard .. lost it. Not like I was any good before. WTH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Updates:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm getting married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally :) I'm thrilled to be married to the man I love so dearly. Big One has finally became The One.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're always looking for The One. Honestly, I do not know what does this means coz I never really loved anyone so much before. Even so, there was always a "BUT" lingering somewhere .. and most of the times it's invisible, you can't say exactly what it is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It takes time to find The One, it's not like love at first sight, that's just pure lust or infatuation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only after you have gone through some kind of ordeal, which I believe everyone does, like some kind of sick treasure hunt test God put us through for us to realize if we hit the jackpot or find some empty treasure chest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But am thankful to have found him. And I knew it when my love for him, or our love, matters more than all the petty things that evolves around us. The bigger picture meant more. And the fact that I know that he truly loves me just seals it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am so excited about my wedding. Please do send me any ideas or websites if you come across. I would very much want to skip the whole cliche wedding. And most importantly .. I want it to be memorable and beautiful. Who doesn't ?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am a mother of 2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of a furry and not so furry canines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone knows the attention seeking emperor, Schnappi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My other bigger but younger son is Bullet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bullet's a American Bully, is already about 9 months old, and strong as a bull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm quite terrified of him coz he doesn't know he is that huge and love charging like a rhino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But he's such a darling, and such a handsome looking boy that melt our hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At 2-3 months when we first got him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/TJCB-zxN6TI/AAAAAAAACmQ/v137Zzrcc2g/s1600/IMG_3123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/TJCB-zxN6TI/AAAAAAAACmQ/v137Zzrcc2g/s640/IMG_3123.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/TJCCGfEvHjI/AAAAAAAACmY/vNcIVBKgqD4/s1600/IMG_3129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/TJCCGfEvHjI/AAAAAAAACmY/vNcIVBKgqD4/s640/IMG_3129.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And the test of patience begins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/TJCCLrxWZtI/AAAAAAAACmg/wNLQnk6YcJE/s1600/DSC04456.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/TJCCLrxWZtI/AAAAAAAACmg/wNLQnk6YcJE/s640/DSC04456.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/TJCDMQLM8dI/AAAAAAAACmo/lnyHQKbW0HE/s1600/IMG_3850.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/TJCDMQLM8dI/AAAAAAAACmo/lnyHQKbW0HE/s640/IMG_3850.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's the most recent pic I have of him taken 2 months ago, so he is much bigger now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does anyone know of a reliable dog training school in JB? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bullet isn't exactly a toy dog that is meant to be pampered, and we want him to be a toughie obedient boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will end abruptly now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still undone with the endless downloads and installation of applications coz I just reformated the lappie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gave up in fixing the old system .. too much shitz in there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you can't fix it, reset it !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okthanksbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-6073538904641636437?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/6073538904641636437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=6073538904641636437&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/6073538904641636437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/6073538904641636437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2010/09/mia.html' title='M.I.A.'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/TJCB-zxN6TI/AAAAAAAACmQ/v137Zzrcc2g/s72-c/IMG_3123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-7642196188924996784</id><published>2010-06-14T14:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T14:25:02.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaking Awesome 28th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who has made this birthday freaking awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2010 really rockxx for me. Yay !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First of all .. thanks to my biatches for throwing a surprise birthday bash for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for the pressies .. the c**k-cake .. and mind-cracking ideas that you girls have planned for the past couple of months !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs545.snc3/29846_397376803109_500763109_4286600_3449787_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="476" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs545.snc3/29846_397376803109_500763109_4286600_3449787_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cake is amazingly yummy .. rich chocolate cake with thick chocolate fudge .. good chocolate ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's so good that I sulked when my mom gave some away. This is really a sinful and lustful cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What am I to do without you girls .. thank you so much again for being part of my life. Am truly blessed and I can ask nothing more from you girls except to bear with my nonsense and be part of my life for the next 50 years AT LEAST :) *hugs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More pics from the crazy night ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs525.snc3/29846_397376668109_500763109_4286594_1964976_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs525.snc3/29846_397376668109_500763109_4286594_1964976_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs525.snc3/29846_397376408109_500763109_4286586_5468778_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs525.snc3/29846_397376408109_500763109_4286586_5468778_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs505.ash1/29846_397376383109_500763109_4286583_3642527_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs505.ash1/29846_397376383109_500763109_4286583_3642527_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs545.snc3/29846_397375943109_500763109_4286553_6794253_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs545.snc3/29846_397375943109_500763109_4286553_6794253_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs505.ash1/29846_397375323109_500763109_4286472_2657210_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs505.ash1/29846_397375323109_500763109_4286472_2657210_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs505.ash1/29846_397375313109_500763109_4286470_4621595_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs505.ash1/29846_397375313109_500763109_4286470_4621595_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs545.snc3/29846_397375348109_500763109_4286476_5420648_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs545.snc3/29846_397375348109_500763109_4286476_5420648_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs505.ash1/29846_397375293109_500763109_4286466_661079_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs505.ash1/29846_397375293109_500763109_4286466_661079_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the big surprise from BigOne the next day ..&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at La Forketta @ Dempsey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs545.snc3/29846_397374023109_500763109_4286384_3257564_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs545.snc3/29846_397374023109_500763109_4286384_3257564_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The food as alright .. though I thought it was a lil salty. But still yummy.&lt;br /&gt;Seafood indulgence linguine. There was so much seafood I couldn't find my linguine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs505.ash1/29846_397374038109_500763109_4286386_820964_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs505.ash1/29846_397374038109_500763109_4286386_820964_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Juicy pizza .. oozing bubbles on the salame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs505.ash1/29846_397374048109_500763109_4286387_5134118_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs505.ash1/29846_397374048109_500763109_4286387_5134118_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My knight in shining armour .. the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs525.snc3/29846_397374013109_500763109_4286383_4949667_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs525.snc3/29846_397374013109_500763109_4286383_4949667_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BigOne says that I'm his sunshine .. that makes him happy and bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs525.snc3/29846_397374073109_500763109_4286389_7395345_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs525.snc3/29846_397374073109_500763109_4286389_7395345_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And finally ... my prayers and wishes are answered.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams do come true.&lt;br /&gt;To be married to the love of my life, the man that you know will bring you happiness, bliss and contentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs505.ash1/29846_397374078109_500763109_4286390_1233823_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs505.ash1/29846_397374078109_500763109_4286390_1233823_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still over the moon. It still feels so surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be really busy in coming months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I don't turn into bridezilla .. please keep in check people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-7642196188924996784?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/7642196188924996784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=7642196188924996784&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/7642196188924996784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/7642196188924996784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2010/06/freaking-awesome-28th-birthday.html' title='Freaking Awesome 28th Birthday'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-5948432393019273564</id><published>2010-06-05T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T15:24:58.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 2 of celebrations .. and I feel like the happiest person ever !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank God for all the wonderful people surrounding me that makes life soooo happy and blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like an outburst of beaming and blinding sunshine of happiness !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love y'all for making 2010 birthday ever so special and memorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love my biatches ! BFF !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On another note .. can't wait to know what BigOne's up to tonight !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* xoxo *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-5948432393019273564?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/5948432393019273564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=5948432393019273564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/5948432393019273564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/5948432393019273564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2010/06/pre-birthday.html' title='Pre-Birthday'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-7435504738806100179</id><published>2010-05-04T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T10:39:18.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been stalked by a series of horrible nightmares for a few weeks now. It's disturbing .. and quality sleep not achieved. Thank God this doesn't happen every single night. But yet, frequent enough for me to feel it's stalking me. The weird part is .. I have a clear memory of the entire dream when I wake, and weirder part, I sometimes am conscious in my dream .. like "&lt;i&gt;hey .. this is a dream .. cool !&lt;/i&gt;"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The frequency of monstrous/ghostly dreams have so frequent that I'm no longer scared in them. Sure there's a slight fear, but not like hair pulling shrieking scary. In one of it, I saw a ghost through a reflection in the mirror .. and I can only see it that way. I did multiple tries to reconfirm it. Then went to my dad and told him, "&lt;i&gt;Dad ... there's a ghost in my room .. come take a look.&lt;/i&gt;" And that's what we did .. and I remembered the conversation to be something like "&lt;i&gt;Ya hor .. really got ler ..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then there was the back to school nightmares ... where I did not study for an exam. Back then, when I did not study well .. I would still have my way in scribbling out something out of logic to answer the tests. But this was a whole different scenario. A subject I had not a single clue. Add-Maths. (&lt;i&gt;I'm Arts Major&lt;/i&gt;) And another was having to do 5 Malay essays, one of which was a debate. There was the standard procedure for the opening speech .. I totally lost it. Haha !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then yesterday I had the a horrible&amp;nbsp;bizarre&amp;nbsp;dream that I was sentenced to life imprisonment for whatever that I did. Before I was sent to jail .. I went to shoot someone at point blank out of revenge .. doesn't make a difference coz I'm sentenced to life anyways. But when I was being transported, that was the horrible part. The thought that I couldn't see my family and loved ones forever .. OMFG .. that's worst than death. I remembered crying so badly while texting my brother that I loved him and all .. the sadness was uncontainable. &lt;i&gt;See .. your sis DOES love you. &lt;/i&gt;It's so disturbingly sad that I woke up crying and it sorta traumatized me a little for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does anyone know the interpretations of dreams? Some say that it's a way of saying out loud our deepest thoughts and worries. I somehow feel there's a mojo to it .. in a superstitious way that there's a presence from the neither world. Or perhaps a way of telling me that something bad's coming .. like some dejavu flash forward kinda thing. Or maybe just too much TV, games and the internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or just .... just maybe ...... I NEED A NEW BED !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-7435504738806100179?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/7435504738806100179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=7435504738806100179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/7435504738806100179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/7435504738806100179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2010/05/stalker.html' title='Stalker'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-808477869950568196</id><published>2010-04-21T10:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T10:59:36.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ping and Pong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For those who are familiar with 98.7fm's Ping and Pong &lt;i&gt;(Singapore's radio channel),&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I heard an exceptionally funny joke that was like a slap in the face. So funny can die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Adventures of Ping and Pong.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Pong: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Hi Ping ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Ping: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Hi Pong ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It always starts off like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Pong: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;I'm trying to put together this jigsaw puzzle, but it is so difficult. The edges can't seem to fit together .. it's not the same as the normal ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Ping: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Follow the picture on the box for the guide laa ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Pong: *scrambles for the box* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Here it is .. it's a picture of a rooster ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Ping: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Aiyaa .. stop playing laa .. put the cornflakes back into the box !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Faints* &amp;nbsp;So totally unexpected !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The characters sound like dumb little girls, but in actual fact, if I'm not mistaken, the voice behind it is from 2 full oversized grown men, also known as The Muttons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do wonder how they come up with so much shi!t every single day !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-808477869950568196?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/808477869950568196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=808477869950568196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/808477869950568196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/808477869950568196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2010/04/ping-and-pong.html' title='Ping and Pong'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-4789218407904228653</id><published>2010-04-07T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T18:10:12.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/S7xZATaig5I/AAAAAAAACYc/E-NZS9W0se8/s1600/6089_146693259777_782544777_3494525_6123455_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/S7xZATaig5I/AAAAAAAACYc/E-NZS9W0se8/s640/6089_146693259777_782544777_3494525_6123455_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss my &lt;i&gt;MAN&lt;/i&gt; so much I'm so excited to see him later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's so weird when Jasmine always refers our partners as "our man".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it makes them so much more than just boyfriends or husbands or lovers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The MAN sounds like a protector .. a hero .. like .. &lt;i&gt;He da man !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hell yeah he's my MAN alright .. in every way .. and so much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-4789218407904228653?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/4789218407904228653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=4789218407904228653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/4789218407904228653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/4789218407904228653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2010/04/yippie.html' title='Yippie'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/S7xZATaig5I/AAAAAAAACYc/E-NZS9W0se8/s72-c/6089_146693259777_782544777_3494525_6123455_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-136966054765999130</id><published>2010-04-02T17:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T17:39:50.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I HATE 1st APRIL 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effing bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been having this suppressed flu in the system for the entire week. The nose is was constantly leaking and there was no way to control the watery flow that made its way down. Sleep has been disrupted as lying down caused some kind of pressure to cause the blockage. I had to sleep in a reclining position of stacked pillows. The invisible drowsiness hovering wasn't a great help in concentration at work. So was the minor blockage in the nasal area that impaired my speech clarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work day has been such a pain. I was looking forward to the end of the day so that I could go unwind and sweat out the suppressed sickness at yoga, but was intercepted by some casting call which turned out to be some ambiguous job which I'm very skeptical and uninterested. But before that .. my worst nightmare came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was finishing up work and ready to leave when my lappie jammed on me. Rebooted it as usual only to find a blank screen and my working cursor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.I.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windows crashed on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was that supposed to mean ? Some kind of sick April Fool's joke Microsoft/WindowsXP has on it's users? O.M.F.G. You have no idea how disoriented I was. There was no help available at that moment - 7pm, my mobile died on me, there was no WindowsXP disc to be found anywhere in the office &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(apparently none came with the whole lappie set)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my work. Years of work. Hard, sweating, labor of my fingers and brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept repeating to myself .. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composure .. Breathe .. Composure&lt;/span&gt; .. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breathe .. Composure&lt;/span&gt; !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how bad this is? How can something have such massive control over a person. This day and age, we will not function without a computer. While the lappie was in EU, I jez sat around in the office filing all the piled up docs from zonks, and after there wasn't anything I could do. This is so bad. So So So Bad. This is not allowable. But of course there's always a solution like using backup server, watever server you call that .. but doesn't come cheap either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well .. it's all over now. Lappie's back but somehow it's still groggy. Trauma. Both owner and patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone did not suffer such ill fate.&lt;br /&gt;For those who did .. I feel you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-136966054765999130?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/136966054765999130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=136966054765999130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/136966054765999130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/136966054765999130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-fool.html' title='April Fool'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-5123906534726349654</id><published>2010-03-29T17:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T17:28:59.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Do Come True</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That sums it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels so surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-5123906534726349654?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/5123906534726349654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=5123906534726349654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/5123906534726349654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/5123906534726349654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2010/03/dreams-do-come-true.html' title='Dreams Do Come True'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-7321224797023477244</id><published>2010-03-25T12:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T12:28:14.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After waiting for 4 months .. D-Day has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sounds like some big dramatic lifetime event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a long awaited trip to paradise.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laa &lt;/span&gt;.. same old thing .. beach retreat.&lt;br /&gt;We're such suckers for the beach it's not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next trip no beach no more.&lt;br /&gt;B- B- B- BUT- BUTTT- it's where it makes us happy.&lt;br /&gt;Relaxing to the sea breeze and sounds of the waves, sinking our souls to the view of the 3 layers of what makes earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/S6rlrgUDQqI/AAAAAAAACWw/q_SBEGRqo9c/s1600/nikoi-island.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/S6rlrgUDQqI/AAAAAAAACWw/q_SBEGRqo9c/s400/nikoi-island.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452422834456576674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope it doesn't pour.&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossing very very very tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-7321224797023477244?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/7321224797023477244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=7321224797023477244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/7321224797023477244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/7321224797023477244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2010/03/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/S6rlrgUDQqI/AAAAAAAACWw/q_SBEGRqo9c/s72-c/nikoi-island.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-1729516847497165519</id><published>2010-03-16T16:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T17:12:57.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A blink of an eye and it's already mid-March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's so much to do but so little time.&lt;br /&gt;With so much agenda on my list, I wonder which to set my focus on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By right the priority should be on the real world. The job. Which of course is less exciting.&lt;br /&gt;The side business is kicking start well and am glad it's running well and hope it runs well for at least a year before I get fickle and disembark.&lt;br /&gt;The exciting unreal world suddenly open up it's doors in my face and is luring me to the light. Why didn't it come much much earlier when I still had the energy to run about day and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son needs more discipline and obedience training as he's being very difficult these days like the rebellious teenager. I feel my parents. And am deeply sorry for being such a pain back then.&lt;br /&gt;The new addition is such a darling and can't wait till Bullet gets bigger and tougher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well .. at least I feel "useful" in 2010, rather than looking back at the end of the year and realized I've been day dreaming all 365 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://colorfulpinkroom.blogspot.com/"&gt;Colorful Pink Room&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has kicked started well, and after 1 month, it has established it's foothold in the e-business world quite well. The name though not fancy actually has a significant personal meaning to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c381/jamieternity/stockings/aliceinwonderland-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 580px; height: 775px;" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c381/jamieternity/stockings/aliceinwonderland-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c381/jamieternity/stockings/PatternCollection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 598px; height: 506px;" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c381/jamieternity/stockings/PatternCollection.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-ordering for stocking and accessories, we're already into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Batch 6&lt;/span&gt;. The quality has proven itself and am so amazed by the quality especially for the accessories. Legs can be so much more sexier when it's jazzed up. Plus all those bling you can have on your neckline minus the weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c381/jamieternity/Necklace/beadings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 520px; height: 1172px;" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c381/jamieternity/Necklace/beadings.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c381/jamieternity/Necklace/royalty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 616px; height: 1608px;" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c381/jamieternity/Necklace/royalty.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do give me your support .. spread the word .. as good things are meant to be shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do join my fanpage on Facebook as well for updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Colorful-Pink-Room/366334307774?ref=ts"&gt;Colorful Pink Room Facebook Fan Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-1729516847497165519?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/1729516847497165519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=1729516847497165519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/1729516847497165519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/1729516847497165519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2010/03/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c381/jamieternity/stockings/th_aliceinwonderland-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-2823504883383380760</id><published>2010-03-04T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:12:08.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duhh Dee Dumm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Sis !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v370/216/7/500591199/n500591199_1132306_7088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v370/216/7/500591199/n500591199_1132306_7088.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;May you only find happiness from this point forward. I think you have enough of deprivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;*   *   *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work seems to be major slow mo for me. I understand now why people say they need "a change of environment" after a couple of years into their existing jobs. I've been in mine for over 5 freakin' years and it's also my very first. Talk about excitement .. hah! But as my former boss told me, I'm just too coward to step out from my comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After CNY, I'm still adapting back and stepping up with my new role. It doesn't really help when people do not respond immediately. It just kills the vibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Penang. Particularly the food. Despite being there for 5 days, I've spent 80% of the time eating. I can't remember when was the last time I spent this much time around the family. It's like literally day in and out with them. The immediate family, not the cousins. The day always begins with a wake up call at 8.30am, followed by breakfast .. lunch .. tea .. dinner .. supper. We're constantly looking forward to each meal. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charrr Koaayyy Teowww ...&lt;/span&gt; I can't remember the last time I was this addicted to it. Coz I don't. I never really liked it. Coz CKT in JB sucks, even BigOne was surprised how much I was talking and yearning for it. Any given time, if there was a stall selling CKT .. we would order it. I can say that 90% of the food in Penang is edible. Overrating. But true. Living up to it's name Food Heaven. Even the fried rice in RedBox was awesome. Back to JB's RedBox, and forced myself to swallow the macaroni and ham. I mean, it's such a simple dish, what are the chances are it's not edible. But this one was seriously unedible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs409.snc3/24759_322863523109_500763109_3577546_1980095_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 704px; height: 528px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs409.snc3/24759_322863523109_500763109_3577546_1980095_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My very own Sin City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of pics from Food Heaven Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangkok Lane's Cuttlefish Mee Mamak is not to be missed. The Indians here speak incredibly good hokkien, even more fluent than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs409.snc3/24759_322835838109_500763109_3577510_2008741_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs409.snc3/24759_322835838109_500763109_3577510_2008741_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Making a stop at the over hyped Hard Rock in Penang. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs429.snc3/24759_322902773109_500763109_3577599_3213373_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 481px; height: 720px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs429.snc3/24759_322902773109_500763109_3577599_3213373_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hail the late King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs449.ash1/24759_322871773109_500763109_3577577_2684639_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 481px; height: 720px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs449.ash1/24759_322871773109_500763109_3577577_2684639_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and not forgetting .. food sampling .. the lights are so pweety ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs429.snc3/24759_322902733109_500763109_3577595_672002_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 481px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs429.snc3/24759_322902733109_500763109_3577595_672002_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Super Loves ! The Duo Combo : Beef ribs and brisket. Can faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs409.snc3/24759_322902748109_500763109_3577597_2889624_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 481px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs409.snc3/24759_322902748109_500763109_3577597_2889624_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My beloved family with my grandpa. He has such awesome eyes .. his is in the shade of grey and blue. Why didn't I inherited his eyes, could've saved on contacts !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs449.ash1/24759_322902853109_500763109_3577608_7308065_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 541px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs449.ash1/24759_322902853109_500763109_3577608_7308065_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Btw .. this picture is deceiving. I'm not giganormously tall .. there's something seriously wrong with the angle .. taken by a very very inexperienced photographer. Prolly her first time holding one as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cousin and his new found love. Inseparable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs449.ash1/24759_322865888109_500763109_3577555_2276514_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 704px; height: 528px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs449.ash1/24759_322865888109_500763109_3577555_2276514_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my 2 fav pics ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs429.snc3/24759_322865893109_500763109_3577556_8137164_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 704px; height: 528px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs429.snc3/24759_322865893109_500763109_3577556_8137164_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs409.snc3/24759_322865898109_500763109_3577557_4657849_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 704px; height: 528px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs409.snc3/24759_322865898109_500763109_3577557_4657849_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lovin' the colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really getting better at this whole photoshop thingy. Though there's so much more to learn. And the version of ps am using now is so embarrassingly outdated. Self taught. Give me some credit. Will move on to the newer version once I'm more confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-2823504883383380760?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/2823504883383380760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=2823504883383380760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/2823504883383380760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/2823504883383380760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2010/03/duhh-dee-dumm.html' title='Duhh Dee Dumm'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-195393749608321802</id><published>2010-02-17T15:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T15:54:50.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subliminal Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For those who have read New Moon of the Twilight saga, how many of you can related to what Bella's going through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the sappiness of not being able to move on and not wanting to forget, drifting to and fro between the two who makes her feel alive, I do feel her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever want to forget something so bad that you wished it never existed, but yet on the other hand you're thankful that you've been given the opportunity even for that slightest moment. As time passes, each memory is still fresh and everything feels like it was just yesterday when in reality it has been years. Despite moving on to new found happiness, yet still holding on to the memories. How Bella's heart ached every time she is reminded of something related to the Cullens or Edward. The sore, the hurt, the angst, the fear. Being in a place all so familiar, hoping to see the one, hoping time would turn back to relive the moments. Wanting to know about the person, wanting to hear the name. But yet afraid that it will cause an emotional stir inside when the waves have been calmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand why she feels the emptiness, why the hurt, why the yearning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never had the answer, the reason of everything that has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only she knew why truly left from the beginning, perhaps she wouldn't feel as empty and as hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, one just have to be absolutely rational in looking further ahead for the consequences and chain of reactions from just one step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it didn't happen, it wouldn't have hurt.&lt;br /&gt;But if it didn't hurt, one would never have learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these years, would you rather know the brutal truth, or prefer to stick to your own assumptions for the perfect memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-195393749608321802?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/195393749608321802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=195393749608321802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/195393749608321802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/195393749608321802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2010/02/subliminal-memories.html' title='Subliminal Memories'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-3493148560023161686</id><published>2010-02-11T17:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T18:06:37.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tiger Roars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am getting all excited. But ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 5.30pm and my boss just dropped off some work. Plus he pulled off the guilty conscious trick. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's ok.. it can wait till you get back ... or you have time to do it now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he has been one of the most amazing boss one can ever have, so I gladly do his bidding.&lt;br /&gt;Though I'd very much love so much to head home now to spend that extra time with my baby boy before sending him off to "hell". I'm putting him up at the pet lodging for effing 6 days ! It's such hell for him due to the fact that he doesn't really like socializing with his same kind. And 6 days in a room full of his kind in various shapes and sizes. Poor baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really rushing for time now. I hope I can blog real soon.&lt;br /&gt;Getting my thoughts while multitasking at work is a bad combo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am so exited for sunny Penang ! Hope the heat will be bearable instead of a 24/7 sauna !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo ... Happy Valentines Day too !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the lurrve !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-3493148560023161686?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/3493148560023161686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=3493148560023161686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/3493148560023161686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/3493148560023161686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2010/02/tiger-roars.html' title='The Tiger Roars'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-1462313802496126429</id><published>2010-01-22T12:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T12:35:46.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat Betrayed His Girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is crazily hilarious !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ih6W19KTlZo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ih6W19KTlZo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly choked on my coffee halfway through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't imagine how creative people can get these days.&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/34895720-1462313802496126429?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/1462313802496126429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=1462313802496126429&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/1462313802496126429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/1462313802496126429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2010/01/cat-betrayed-his-girlfriend.html' title='Cat Betrayed His Girlfriend'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-6706127764684592551</id><published>2010-01-19T17:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T17:39:55.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Mama Choco Chip Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've got a new look to our cookies !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/S1V9wZQrMkI/AAAAAAAACOQ/_LEjKAilu4s/s1600-h/IMG_2967-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/S1V9wZQrMkI/AAAAAAAACOQ/_LEjKAilu4s/s400/IMG_2967-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428383196233019970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With CNY greetings to for the festive period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus the cutesy carry bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Order Now !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-6706127764684592551?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/6706127764684592551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=6706127764684592551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/6706127764684592551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/6706127764684592551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2010/01/hot-mama-choco-chip-cookies.html' title='Hot Mama Choco Chip Cookies'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/S1V9wZQrMkI/AAAAAAAACOQ/_LEjKAilu4s/s72-c/IMG_2967-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-7824053823071807190</id><published>2010-01-14T11:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:42:10.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Mama Choc Chip Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CNY's coming .. so the Pang Residence is running it's annual bakery again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/S06Q-nvHDTI/AAAAAAAACMM/MEbUq-T5ZVs/s1600-h/hotmama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/S06Q-nvHDTI/AAAAAAAACMM/MEbUq-T5ZVs/s400/hotmama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426434006520892722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hot-Mama's Home-Baked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Chocolate Chip Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Taking in orders now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;RM 17.00 per bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;350 grams per bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't be an annoying fart and ask me how many cookies makes out 350 grams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freshly baked cookies, guaranteed finger licking that make you crave for more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R41jL28eRcI/AAAAAAAABCY/bxZEGLRy1SA/s400/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R41jL28eRcI/AAAAAAAABCY/bxZEGLRy1SA/s400/1.bmp" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R41jL28eRdI/AAAAAAAABCg/pXrZ6bdhxVk/s400/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R41jL28eRdI/AAAAAAAABCg/pXrZ6bdhxVk/s400/2.bmp" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Reasons to Stock up on Hot Mama's Choc Chip Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Chinese New Year's round the corner, and bet you peeps out there are so bored of the normal festive cookies. For a change, try choc chips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Bribe your future in-laws by giving them festive goodies. Beats the over-commercialized and over-priced-rip-off goodie baskets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So nyum nyum that it'll make Famous Amos be on it's guard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Worth every penny! Bursting with choc chips. Unlike those cheapo's out-there with one chip per cookie! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cheap. &lt;em&gt;Ingrediants have increased in price alooooot !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Healthy. Homemakers know sh!t about using artificial flavours and preservatives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Baked by the hottest and coolest mum ~ checkout her facebook account!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hard labour by A-grade people i.e. moi and P.Diddy (not so young, but still attractive, best dad ever) and of course Her Majesty Hot Mama herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You'll be surprised that you'll come back next year for more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So hurry .. &lt;strong&gt;Order Now !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Drop me your orders in my email: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:jamieternity@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;jamieternity@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;or &lt;strong&gt;in the comments box below.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Please state your name and contacts and order amounts .. I will contact you when I've received the orders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Please also indicate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHEN&lt;/span&gt; you would want to collect/have it delivered. We'd like our cookies to go out freshly baked and not weeks/days old cookies. Do let us know, so we can schedule your orders to be right out the oven to your doorstep/hands soonest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'll take in orders for JB - delivery/pick-ups will be arranged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the word if you like it .. we'll do orders on requests all year round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And if you place a "satisfactory" number of orders .. who knows I'll throw in a discount or perhaps a free bottle or two :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-7824053823071807190?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/7824053823071807190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=7824053823071807190&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/7824053823071807190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/7824053823071807190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2010/01/hot-mama-choc-chip-cookies.html' title='Hot Mama Choc Chip Cookies'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/S06Q-nvHDTI/AAAAAAAACMM/MEbUq-T5ZVs/s72-c/hotmama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-8584799421640313856</id><published>2010-01-08T17:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T17:40:45.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I See You .... &lt;/span&gt;the new word for "I Love You" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Avatar post, hence the blue words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avatar's awesome &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yo!&lt;/span&gt; For those who have watched it .. and think it's "quite" nice .. what do you mean by "quite" nice .. it's effing awesome! Catch it in 3D and you'll know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Konon laa&lt;/span&gt; ... boasting I caught it in 3D. Wahahaha .. what to do, living in JB, there's many things to boast about coz we don't have many awesome things to offer here. Somehow it's like PleasantVille or something. We only have 2 malls that are worth going but could memorize the shops by heart and can navigate myself around even if I'm blind. The rest I call them "purpose malls" i.e. you don't head there unless you have to go to that specific shop e.g. buying DVDs in Holiday Plaza or Pelangi Plaza. You don't just wake up one day and go .. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey .. why not let's go window shop at HP or PP".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways .. back to the movie. The idea of the story is kinda interesting, sync'ing with the nature and all with the braids. But it becomes a joke after. You know what arses we people are. Just have to poke fun at just about anything. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went surfing around and stumbled upon the Avatar plot. Some &lt;strike&gt;genius joker&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (confused on who to cut off) &lt;/span&gt;did a edited summary plot of the movie ripped off Pocahontas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s.buzzfed.com/static/imagebuzz/web02/2010/1/3/22/james-camerons-pocohontas-err-avatar-16167-1262575848-25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 584px;" src="http://s.buzzfed.com/static/imagebuzz/web02/2010/1/3/22/james-camerons-pocohontas-err-avatar-16167-1262575848-25.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pocahontas or not .. who cares, it's just entertainment. Who really gives their two cents about who ripped off who. It's who made what outcome better that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one movie that I don't mind buying the original DVD despite having dirt cheap pirated DVDs offered every corner of the streets in Pleasantville. Apparently word goes out that there's an deleted sex scene for the cinema version, which will be included in the DVD. To what extent this is true we'll just have to find out. But I guess it's no more than just plain sync'ing .. the whole movie's about sync'ing .. and the Na'vi chicks don't even have nipples. So don't expect that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avatar fever ... I have been Na'vi-ed ... have you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/S0b7xbykCcI/AAAAAAAACKU/TZlN0AkjjQc/s1600-h/avatar_character2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/S0b7xbykCcI/AAAAAAAACKU/TZlN0AkjjQc/s400/avatar_character2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424299627906337218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, that's me .. not mere coincidence. It's done with by some online web programme from the french McDonalds using my picture. Not very impressed with the cock-eyed though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it a try at www.mcdonalds.fr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's in french though, but you'll manage to navigate yourself around by using some common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip 1:  Remember to use full frontal shots otherwise your nose or lips in particular will get distorted.&lt;br /&gt;Tip 2:  Use cool/serious expression photos .. you don't want your Na'vi character to be a retarded one. No matter how gorgeous your smile is, it never works for the Na'vi. Neytiri has an awkward grin/smile that never made her the gorgeous princess of her tribe. Here's an example of how retarded you'll look using a smiling photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/S0b9SIfQfkI/AAAAAAAACKc/BFlXpDklumU/s1600-h/avatar_character3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/S0b9SIfQfkI/AAAAAAAACKc/BFlXpDklumU/s400/avatar_character3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424301289172401730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have fun Na'vi'ing :)&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/34895720-8584799421640313856?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/8584799421640313856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=8584799421640313856&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/8584799421640313856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/8584799421640313856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2010/01/avatar.html' title='Avatar'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/S0b7xbykCcI/AAAAAAAACKU/TZlN0AkjjQc/s72-c/avatar_character2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-539395073295449561</id><published>2009-12-23T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T18:20:01.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eve of Eve of Xmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Major slowmo. So slow my brain stops working and heart beats lesser by the second.&lt;br /&gt;Die standing. My mom used to love to use that word. Now it's something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work desk is now infested by pesky pests. Tiny ants. Appearing very randomly, hence not being able to find the source. Because of this I've developed some kind of OCD of removing them. Poor them lil creatures are stuck to the cellulose tape before heading to the bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I find ants utterly annoying. I'm my household ant exterminator. I hunt them down to the gardens and getting into the pots, soil and dirt and if it even means breaking a nail or two. Armed with my faithful Shieldtox spray .. you ants better be afraid .. be very afraid. But getting smarter by the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*gave up uploading picture of ants on cellulose tape .. my windows picture manager got major virus. It likes to wipe out the pictures to just plain blank/white after any editing. So you can't do anything about it later but to reupload it from your device and start all over.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways ... just to be sure ... better late than never ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y'all fellow earthlings !&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/34895720-539395073295449561?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/539395073295449561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=539395073295449561&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/539395073295449561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/539395073295449561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2009/12/eve-of-eve-of-xmas.html' title='Eve of Eve of Xmas'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-632457534605313105</id><published>2009-12-11T12:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T12:30:11.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This bitch is effing weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qrO4YZeyl0I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qrO4YZeyl0I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amazingly interesting nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-632457534605313105?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/632457534605313105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=632457534605313105&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/632457534605313105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/632457534605313105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2009/12/bad-romance.html' title='Bad Romance'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-735428511021301371</id><published>2009-12-10T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T16:40:18.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleigh Bells Ring .. Are you Listening ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time flies ... freaking fast lor.&lt;br /&gt;Just like that .. like a snap of fingers.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel I've much to look back on, nothing much has been achieved. Maybe there's a couple, but I feel I could do so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is mundane as usual, looking forward to bonus and raise come January. But it looks bleak with the business slowdown and all. I need a big fat paycheck to pay off whatever remaining debts I have with the Government. Study loan. I put myself through uni. Excluding allowances of course .. I'm in effing Melaka, it's not that expensive there that I have to get a job to pay off the rents. I could have saved a whole lot from the rents for 3 years .. paying for a room by myself, but end up sleeping in it only half the time .. or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so poor. The depreciating Ringgit or maybe appreciating Sing Dollar is really dreadful. Shopping sucks in Singapore. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kua gien &lt;/span&gt;only.&lt;br /&gt;If I'd had someone buy me my car, paid my tuition, and not needing to contribute to household expenses I'd have a 6 figure bank account by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bitching am I now? I sound groggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a contrary to the post's title .. happy xmas tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't figured out how to use PPS. It's gibberish .. worse than that. It's suppose to be in Chinese, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what difference does it make anyways&lt;/span&gt;, but it's all symbols. Don't think the aliens know how to decipher the codes too. Everyone said that they watched the latest series via PPS already. I can't open three quarter of the shows there. I can't find GossipGirl S.3 .. can't open Weeds .. and no TrueBlood .. or anything else that entices me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a holiday. The booked one is only due end-March. Still so loooooong away !&lt;br /&gt;I'm just tired .. lacking on sleep. I think I'll fall asleep while meditating in yoga later. Need some exercise to pump up some adrenaline. Yoga IS tiring. Try supporting ur weight on both hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to drag my ass to set up the xmas tree tonight. Effing late. But maybe it'll brighten up the moodiness and I'll be skipping about excited about the festive season. On the other hand .. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aiyoo .. gonna be damn broke lor !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-735428511021301371?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/735428511021301371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=735428511021301371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/735428511021301371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/735428511021301371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2009/12/sleigh-bells-ring-are-you-listening.html' title='Sleigh Bells Ring .. Are you Listening ..'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-4985317431236859425</id><published>2009-11-30T17:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T18:38:48.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jai Ho ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Bollywood wedding was a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only was the entrance dance a success, so was the flash mob. I was getting all worried that everyone would back out that night, but the crowd was amazing. Till today, whenever the song plays ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Got A Feeling ...&lt;/span&gt; I'm sure those that take part would wanna boogie jai-ho style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my first time participating in an Indian wedding, and I guess it's gonna be the one and only time ever. Such an experience with so much to dance about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs110.snc3/15757_179652013109_500763109_2955858_8277236_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs110.snc3/15757_179652013109_500763109_2955858_8277236_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scha's saree was rich in beads and jewels. She was like an Indian queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the prayers and procession was interesting with trumpets and tabla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs110.snc3/15757_179653878109_500763109_2955872_1378956_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs110.snc3/15757_179653878109_500763109_2955872_1378956_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even the stage was so colorful. Colors make me very happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Scha .. for the lovely sarees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs090.snc3/15757_180434698109_500763109_2961988_4195773_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs090.snc3/15757_180434698109_500763109_2961988_4195773_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You have no idea how happy that makes us. And we're hoping for another time where we can put it on again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a pity we don't have a picture of the four of us decked out in sarees. I hope the photographer managed to snap on during our Single Ladies dance during the speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs090.snc3/15757_179685868109_500763109_2956096_8178643_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs090.snc3/15757_179685868109_500763109_2956096_8178643_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My ShahRukhHan from China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest Sacha and Sasee-BearBear ..&lt;br /&gt;I wish the both of you neverending happiness, bliss, laughs, and ever after.&lt;br /&gt;The both of you look so good together .. and ur love for each other never fails to touch and inspire me. I love you both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;*   *   *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than a week after .. another wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after 7+ years .. Jasmine's big day has arrived. I really salute those people who can date for like a decade before tying the knot. I don't think I'd ever be able to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earliest and most ridiculous time to get up to get ready for the door bashing. 3.30am.&lt;br /&gt;It's like we get up when people just finished partying.&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't all that bad after all. The worst part was forcing myself to fall asleep at 1am. And the easiest was being concussed after the whole morning session, getting a full on 4 hour rest before the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs096.snc3/16335_1215323556682_1636640138_554751_5999430_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs096.snc3/16335_1215323556682_1636640138_554751_5999430_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jasmine was stylishly gorgeous that night. Her extreme low back gown was a stunner.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs090.snc3/15757_184764393109_500763109_2995977_6224244_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs090.snc3/15757_184764393109_500763109_2995977_6224244_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adding to the contrast, we decked out in black. Me and Geline paired up to wear an off-shoulder dress, going with 2 different styles - the subtle romantic and the rocker chic. Personality wise, we should have swapped our looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs110.snc3/15757_184771623109_500763109_2996081_2941670_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs110.snc3/15757_184771623109_500763109_2996081_2941670_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can spot the outcasts from our black ensemble entourage :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing beats a wedding where we have one of the chio-est sister-entourage for the yamseng session. But lousy drinkers having to cheers only with juices and such. -__-!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs116.snc3/16335_1215348197298_1636640138_554797_6892516_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 402px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs116.snc3/16335_1215348197298_1636640138_554797_6892516_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Congrats to you too babes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for you to hit Paris ! :D&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/34895720-4985317431236859425?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/4985317431236859425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=4985317431236859425&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/4985317431236859425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/4985317431236859425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2009/11/jai-ho.html' title='Jai Ho ~'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-2671913285348303331</id><published>2009-11-17T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:34:18.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't made an entry for like God knows since when that I don't even know what title to put.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even forgotten my login and password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After multiple tries, I finally got it. Damn fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same old excuse. Busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy work. Busy facebook. Busy yamcha'ing. Busy with wedding preparations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 weddings in a row. 1 down. 3 more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The much anticipated and exciting wedding of my darling Scha is next on the list. With only 3 more days of preparation .. feels like I'm preparing for my own wedding. I just hope everything works out the way we expect it to be. It's gonna be exciting. Flamboyant colors swirling through the night with loads of bling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Moon's gonna be out .. this week I think. Oh my ... gonna be swooned over and over again. I don't really like that feeling. Feels like I'm cheating on my other half. Very ridiculous if the fascination is over a fictional character and not the person himself. Note: I am in love with Edward Cullen. Not Rob Pattinson. I've been restraining my temptation and yearning to start on the novel so not to be a movie spoiler. I know the book is better .. but I don't wanna know what's gonna happened next, and if it doesn't I'll go point it out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eh .. it isn't supposed to be like that."&lt;/span&gt; Know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scofield was chubby on Season 4 so I took his brownie points and put it over on Edward. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jai Ho ~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-2671913285348303331?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/2671913285348303331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=2671913285348303331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/2671913285348303331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/2671913285348303331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-havent-made-entry-for-like-god-knows.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-5420629552580240884</id><published>2009-10-19T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:44:52.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Sis-Gis became a Tai-'Tai'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My beloved sis finally found happiness .. not only it's one of the happiest days for her, but also for me. I couldn't stop telling BigOne how happy and excited I am for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" We're here on this very special day, to celebrate the joyous union of Alex and Giselle, and I'm extremely thrilled to be here on one of the happiest and most memorable day for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Giselle and I go a long way back together. There will never be a day that we will ever get tired of talking about the good old, and very interesting days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She has been an amazing friend, companion, and a sister. She stood by me at my lowest times, always supporting and believing in me. A carefree and happy-go-lucky girl, Giselle has been  a true friend, and I truly appreciate our friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ever since she met Alex, there has been a major change in her, for the better of course. She has been more matured and sensible, and always glowing with love, smiles and laughter. You're good for her, Alex. She loves you with all her heart, and trust me, she has been going on and on about how fortunate and proud she is t have you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take good care of my beloved sis, and for the record, despite all the teasing, the truth is that you will never regret it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A toast to neverending bliss and happiess, to happily ever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you sis. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs255.snc1/10232_144043038109_500763109_2669065_3427451_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 452px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs255.snc1/10232_144043038109_500763109_2669065_3427451_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs212.snc1/7920_177160120041_748235041_4258074_3588583_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs212.snc1/7920_177160120041_748235041_4258074_3588583_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've chopped off the "horse's tail" that I've been carrying with me for the longest time ever.&lt;br /&gt;The load has been greatly lifted. Judging from the picture, the tail looks bigger than my arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs253.snc1/10035_149247051199_500591199_2758794_4007515_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 340px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs253.snc1/10035_149247051199_500591199_2758794_4007515_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I still have a tail ... only shorter. I've been living with it for over a decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I ever have the courage to chop it all off into some major cropped do like Rihanna or Victoria ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-5420629552580240884?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/5420629552580240884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=5420629552580240884&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/5420629552580240884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/5420629552580240884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-sis-gis-became-tai-tai.html' title='When Sis-Gis became a Tai-&apos;Tai&apos;'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-7107852268325137448</id><published>2009-09-11T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T22:33:24.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GG Addict</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am hooked on TV series. Because of these, I have been deprived of my sleep and building up excuses and false accusations on my quality at work, and inability to blog frequently. Yes, the blame on the home internet connection is TRUE. And one does not really have the luxury of ample time to sit down and key in one's thoughts at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain has been running on a marathon. Too much multitasking. FB is to blame. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blame again. &lt;/span&gt;ChuMing always said that RL is not a "job". I've been climbing levels rather well now, but yet to cross over to the next level. Newest addition is Roller Coaster Kingdom. It frustrates me that it lags so slow. Worse than Restaurant City. It's such time consuming and worthLESS of one's brain activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually blogging on FB games. I need a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to TV series. Latest addition to the loot. All WenDee's fault. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blame yet again.&lt;/span&gt; I just finished Gossip Girl and am sooooooooo looking forward to Season 3. I'm damn late laa .. I'm always bloody late. Late bloomer &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(really really late .. no joke)&lt;/span&gt;, Late period cycles, Late for work, Late for appointments, Late for assignments, basically everything. I have a sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she passed me the stack of discs, she told me it's a no brainer set. Her exact words were &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(as accurately as possible)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You don't need a brain to watch this"&lt;/span&gt;. But I love it. CK's gonna add on and  call me a bimbo yet again - he really loves it - really loves getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was sad when I was watching the second last episode of season too. I actually rationed it for the next day instead of doing the usual daily marathon. I love Blair and Chuck more than the others. I even googled on the series and ridiculed over how Serena bagged so many awards, when Blair was the brains to everything. She's a perfect epitome of a strong woman. SMART in particularly, not usually possessed by many upper east siders (fictionally), beautiful, and classy. Nate is just a pretty boy .. nicknamed Bangs-Boy, and Chuck is awesome. Excellent business minded at 16 .. and because ... he's Chuck Bass. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flipped the magazine today and realized where this ad got its inspiration from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs255.snc1/10232_127787358109_500763109_2514399_7700010_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 461px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs255.snc1/10232_127787358109_500763109_2514399_7700010_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Blair Waldorf, Serena Van Der Woodsen, Chuck Bass and Nathaniel Archibald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resemblance is just too fascinating !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Chuck Jr .. he's soooo Chuck Jr !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next marathon - The Entourage.&lt;br /&gt;Just into 2 episodes - Guys are neither cute, nor interesting plot.&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason for WenDee to buy all 5 seasons .. it has gotta be good .. one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-7107852268325137448?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/7107852268325137448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=7107852268325137448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/7107852268325137448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/7107852268325137448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2009/09/gg-addict.html' title='GG Addict'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-341655062767616236</id><published>2009-08-26T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T16:14:40.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My 3rd collabo with Passion Bridal studio some 2 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;It just gets better each time.&lt;br /&gt;Creating a different edge from the conventional bridal shots, and loving the contemporary style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my favourite shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs176.snc1/6613_116416563109_500763109_2384572_8343654_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs176.snc1/6613_116416563109_500763109_2384572_8343654_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs196.snc1/6613_116416578109_500763109_2384575_3100487_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs196.snc1/6613_116416578109_500763109_2384575_3100487_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs176.snc1/6613_116418468109_500763109_2384593_1882708_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs176.snc1/6613_116418468109_500763109_2384593_1882708_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs196.snc1/6613_116414013109_500763109_2384562_1628478_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs196.snc1/6613_116414013109_500763109_2384562_1628478_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs176.snc1/6613_116418458109_500763109_2384592_2979816_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs176.snc1/6613_116418458109_500763109_2384592_2979816_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope I'll be able to get the work I did at Inspiration tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Another shoot with them and am looking forward to all their beautiful designer pieces.&lt;br /&gt;David's styling and photography work is amazing and I love what he creates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A preview of what he did the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs200.snc1/6773_99752348109_500763109_2146409_7912933_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 248px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs200.snc1/6773_99752348109_500763109_2146409_7912933_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the day starting real early tomorrow, I can't afford another day of Gossip Girl marathon. Another teen flick which creates bad influences on the average society with the fascination of all the glitz and glamour of being one of elite members of the society. As shallow as it may sounds, but this series is kinda interesting&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I just got to know that some men are closet fans as well.&lt;br /&gt;I am rather impressed and fascinated with the styles carried out by the casts. And who would have thought that preppy'ness can be so sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have Blair's and Serena's wardrobe ... pleasseeeeeeeeeee ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Season 3 !&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/34895720-341655062767616236?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/341655062767616236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=341655062767616236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/341655062767616236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/341655062767616236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2009/08/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-8609821720463751884</id><published>2009-08-24T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T17:58:26.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slow mo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somehow twittering seems to be a much more convenient option compared to blogging. Straight and direct from the convenience of your mobile phone. I feel that the old skool way has more substance than some random thoughts. BigOne still thinks it's ridiculous .. he still doesn't get the idea and purpose one has to publish their random thoughts and people commenting on it. Hell, he doesn't even do online networking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major hiatus from my blog. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;We celebrated our 2nd Anniversary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Earlier this month. Since the appointed date clashes with Singapore's National Day, we couldn't head in for a nice meal coz so much time would be wasted traveling. But we had something much better. Sweet and simple. We both whipped up dinner - the crayfish pasta was awesome. I'd love to share pics but it's quite an unsightly couple photo with my oily face, bunned up hair and our major slack home wear&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs185.snc1/6180_124374036174_592451174_2848059_566090_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs185.snc1/6180_124374036174_592451174_2848059_566090_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uncle brandy glass with his underaged lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thanks darling .. for over 2 years of happiness. Can't help loving you more and more each day.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Schnappi turns 3 !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Time flies .. my boy is finally an adult &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(21 human years)&lt;/span&gt; but still such a baby to all of us. Back then he was so tiny when I first got him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v350/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1019838_3470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v350/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1019838_3470.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At 2 months .. all he did was sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;As he grew .. he became more obnoxious. I kinda regret not neutering him though it's such a sick thought of cutting off one's balls. I don't think he will ever mate coz he doens't like dogs at all. Sometimes I wonder if he knows that he is a dog at all. He was 'courted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;' several times before but scooted off within seconds. If he had a speech bubble it'll be "wtf are you doing .. get lost b***h!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs176.snc1/6613_117895743109_500763109_2403506_7606016_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs176.snc1/6613_117895743109_500763109_2403506_7606016_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now .. the obnoxious yet adorable brat of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jakarta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Recent Jakarta trip for BigOne's friend's wedding. It's always an important and glamourous affair for the Indonesians and every wedding is always very memorable. At least for us where weddings in our region isn't all glitz and glamour if we're not from the super elite or of royalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs196.snc1/6613_115458378109_500763109_2372420_1180831_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs196.snc1/6613_115458378109_500763109_2372420_1180831_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ballroom was filled with flowers 'street lamps' litted isle, creating an indoor garden themed wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs196.snc1/6613_115458393109_500763109_2372423_1645916_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs196.snc1/6613_115458393109_500763109_2372423_1645916_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gigantic wedding cake that was cut with a sword. I wonder if it's real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs176.snc1/6613_115463583109_500763109_2372537_7233345_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs176.snc1/6613_115463583109_500763109_2372537_7233345_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even the reception area was properly decorated that sets a perfect backdrop for photo taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs196.snc1/6613_115458353109_500763109_2372416_1879289_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs196.snc1/6613_115458353109_500763109_2372416_1879289_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lovely ladies .. looking forward to Meliz's &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(in red)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; big day come end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never really seen Jakarta despite coming here twice. Both times was for work, so I saw much more of the slump areas, which didn't leave a very good first impression, though hearing so much about how amazing this place is. The society diversion is so great that it's a whole different experience when you're in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good food . Great place to party . Gorgeous women .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blowfish. Serves amazing fusion japanese. Just gotta love the wagyu and foie gras sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs176.snc1/6613_115448913109_500763109_2372308_7725688_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs176.snc1/6613_115448913109_500763109_2372308_7725688_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;connection club area at Blowfish.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs176.snc1/6613_115450943109_500763109_2372360_6221872_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs176.snc1/6613_115450943109_500763109_2372360_6221872_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another gorgeous place to club. Dragonfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs196.snc1/6613_115445658109_500763109_2372297_3996498_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs196.snc1/6613_115445658109_500763109_2372297_3996498_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not your average Canto-pop over at St. James, but tasteful House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's great when you have plenty to spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run now for fitting for this Thursday's shoot. I've gotten back the pics from the previous shoots and more to come. Will upload tomorrow if I have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-8609821720463751884?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/8609821720463751884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=8609821720463751884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/8609821720463751884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/8609821720463751884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2009/08/slow-mo.html' title='slow mo'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-6666783327513539216</id><published>2009-08-20T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T17:35:14.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some time ago I did make an entry on how we all are whores in our own kind in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char-les has a more subtle description to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I make only peanut so i work like a monkey, he make big peanut and quality peanut, so he works like a damn hardworking monkey.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Charles on how much one is required to perform equals of money one make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about those people who claims playing golf is part of their job description?&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/34895720-6666783327513539216?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/6666783327513539216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=6666783327513539216&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/6666783327513539216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/6666783327513539216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2009/08/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-2822088692206564513</id><published>2009-07-20T10:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:40:49.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concealed Filth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To all laptop/computer users:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you actually cleaned your laptop/computer .. specifically the keyboard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember you once got a forwarded mail in your inbox, informing that one of the dirtiest object that you come to contact with is actually your keyboard? That it's even dirtier than the toilet bowl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda hard to believe, isn't it? The one thing that almost everyone in this millennium age cannot abstain themselves from contact for more than 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this fine Monday morning, I did the weekly cleaning ritual for my monitor. Normally I would just use a wet tissue to wipe off the dust that has statically stuck over the past week. Occasionally, I would also casually wipe the keyboard area, but never really gave it a good rub since the fibres from the wet tissue will get stuck beneath the buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got out the wet tissue .. the baby-wipes kind, and did the cleansing ritual.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my dear Lord, the filth is unimaginable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 3 years of dirt and grime + bacteria multiplication + food residue + misc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SmPWdAZsdjI/AAAAAAAACIU/B4XNDtubVlg/s1600-h/DSC04033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SmPWdAZsdjI/AAAAAAAACIU/B4XNDtubVlg/s400/DSC04033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360363775313344050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;May be you guys might wanna reconsider munching at the computer the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-2822088692206564513?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/2822088692206564513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=2822088692206564513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/2822088692206564513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/2822088692206564513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2009/07/concealed-filth.html' title='Concealed Filth'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SmPWdAZsdjI/AAAAAAAACIU/B4XNDtubVlg/s72-c/DSC04033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-9017439943679831153</id><published>2009-07-19T16:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:57:20.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's amazing how time flies. Somehow am dreading it. At 5pm on a Sunday, the Monday blues have already kicked in. The weather, neither sunny nor cloudy, makes it even more lazy on an already lazy Sunday afternoon. I watched Twilight again for the N'th time and am still so blown away by Edward's character. He's fascinatingly beautiful. The printed Twilight saga has yet to be unfold, still sitting in the box set in my bedside drawer. Am halfway through of Dan Brown's Angel's and Demons. Still struggling to find ample time to balance out all the leisure entertainmnet I have got stacked in my room. Californiacation Season II has been added to the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally picked out a gown for next month's lavish wedding over in Jakarta. Since I've worked with the company for several times, they're more than happy to help me out. It's not the IT gown .. though I could do the diva gold number, but it's gonna be overwhelming. There were other choices, but I chose something that I could maneuver easily in it. The orange gown with lime green netting/lace was pretty .. but I felt clumsy in it. If only I was 2 inches taller, it would be perfect. I picked the fucshia and lime chiffon gown. The flow's pretty and I could jez glide though and waltz in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SmLk3bG-e1I/AAAAAAAACIM/ecV8fT2wZGI/s1600-h/IMG_2232+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SmLk3bG-e1I/AAAAAAAACIM/ecV8fT2wZGI/s400/IMG_2232+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360098147345267538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Friday's bombings, our comfy stay over at the Ritz is dashed. I'm more worried for our safety since it's just a couple of weeks away. The world is so unpredictable these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*   *   *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down to the mark of our 2nd year of happiness. My big project has yet to be finished and am already drained for ideas. 8 more to go. Plus miscellaneous. It's gonna be wonderful. I hope it lives up to its expectations. Every sweat and effort spent on it brings an extra smile to my face. Just thinking about how happy he will be makes the whole process very much self satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*   *   *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunch of movies to catch over the next couple of weeks. I hope Harry Potter is not maxed out like Transformers on a weekday. Somehow I always get really irritated with the people over at the cinemas. The movie goers, not the ticketing officers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ticketing process is simple. Before you even queue up, you already decide on the movie you wanna watch. Then get the tickets. The preference of seats is always the same for people. Some may be indifferent, which is better, or some would either want to be on the isle or the center. You pick whichever is available as shown on the screen .. colored and illustrated at the very basic for simple understanding. Or to make things easier, just reserve your tickets prior to the screening and just collect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered why the queue for the tickets are always so effing long? People just hog on to the counter and taking their own sweet time to purchase their tickets. Some will even call their friends to discuss. Some will even ask the dumbest questions like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I really can't have this seat?"&lt;/span&gt; when the ticketing officer already told them the allotted colored seats are UNAVAILABLE. It gets even worse when a couple is hogging the counter. I seriously have no idea why ... coz this always ticks me off when I normally take no longer than 3 minutes till my ticket is purchased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of all of that .. and more .. I have confined my cinema goers to weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the benefits of cheaper tickets, I feel such a scrooge and am so unwilling to pay 11 bucks to watch a movie on the so-called peak days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*   *   *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob Pattinson fever II .. indulging to his pretty face for the second time round.&lt;br /&gt;This time much younger. Cedrig Diggory's on right now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know .. am such a perv! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-9017439943679831153?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/9017439943679831153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=9017439943679831153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/9017439943679831153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/9017439943679831153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2009/07/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SmLk3bG-e1I/AAAAAAAACIM/ecV8fT2wZGI/s72-c/IMG_2232+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-499740581131730899</id><published>2009-07-15T10:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T10:23:07.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got  A Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My feel good song of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WXVeP_L6lN0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WXVeP_L6lN0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets me doing the silly pumping jiggly dance while glued to my office chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it kicks up the mood for the mundane week with depressing weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got a feeling ... that &lt;strike&gt;tonight's&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;today's&lt;/span&gt; gonna be a good &lt;strike&gt;night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;tonight's&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;today's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; gonna be a good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ~&lt;br /&gt;That &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;tonight's&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;today's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; gonna be a good good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ripped and Improvised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day y'all !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-499740581131730899?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/499740581131730899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=499740581131730899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/499740581131730899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/499740581131730899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-got-feeling.html' title='I Got  A Feeling'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-8328660009615341376</id><published>2009-07-07T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:53:27.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obligation To Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Major hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The major lag in my internet connection at the office isn't helping either. It's so effing inconsistent that I can't even update my AV for the whole day. It keeps getting disconnected and back to square one again. Parasiting on the neighbours line isn't helping either coz I'd thank my lucky stars even if I could get connected to MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say a blog is a continuation of narration. A series of events is followed by another series of events. Mine just ends abruptly these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FB'ing is a disease .. for me. Not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaypoh'ing &lt;/span&gt;and stalking people's photo albums and wall posts, but more of FB gaming. I know, it's lame. You know you're really addicted when you actually resorted to opening another account just to anonymously add people from around the globe just to build up your army to battle it out. And when that's not enough, in need of desperation, you even add people to your personal account, and then deleting them off after you have recruited them. You get frustrated and get impatient when these people refuse to accept your recruitment, or when the internet connection is so slow, or the page is full of errors coz it's bombared with players, etc. You beg and you stalk strangers that could help you out in your quests. You only have FB game discussions with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet is failing on me again. -__-"'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in November/December 2008, I was worried about my decreasing body weight. I was shrinking despite the glutton that I am. Determined to look more decent, I went to the doc to get some vitamins, took deworming medicine, reduced cardio workout and stuffed myself silly. By end of February 2009, I finally gained back my ideal weight. But till July 2009 to date, I have been gradually putting on pounds by the day .. and it's not funny. Since my weight dysfunction last year, I have gained 5 kgs. We joked that the tyre around my waist works as a swimming float, or that I'm so bloated that I alleviate/float up into the air each time i fart. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if one week of cardio torture and eating moderation works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, I am late for class !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-8328660009615341376?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/8328660009615341376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=8328660009615341376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/8328660009615341376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/8328660009615341376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2009/07/obligation-to-blog.html' title='Obligation To Blog'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-4601056743264196585</id><published>2009-06-05T11:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T12:19:31.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another notch futher from mid-20s</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;26 years down. And looking forward to more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down and let my thoughts wander ... life in this 26 years has taught me so much. And I realized that I've actually learned and applied it. Though many may think I am immature in nature, my playfulness, living a childlike fun carefree life .. a woman has been growing in me all these years. I've learned to see things from a much wider perspective, a further vision, and to have a bigger heart. I've learned to let the negativity  pass and not brood, whine, and avenge to make it better. Instead I focus on more the positive things and people around me that deserves the appreciation. With this, I allow myself to move ahead, look forward, and grow into a stronger and better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, just like every other year, as I blow out the candles on the cake, I wish for happiness. It was always the one thing that I wished for. Life won't be this meaningful and bright, and I thank God that he made my wishes came through every year. Though after I may regret a wee bit when I didn't wish that the BigC didn't appear in my closet, or that sparkling circle of life, nor that sleek baby on 4 wheels waiting for me at the car porch :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for having the loving family that has been there to give me everything that I ever needed, the unconditional love and support. My closest friends who have been the most amazing people on earth. My beloved baby bunnie Schnappi-doo who has never failed to tickle my heart and make me melt even at my lowest. And lastly, the man in my life, my pillar of support, who till today has never failed to make me smile and be so thankful that God brought him to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*   *   *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My long awaited Twilight saga box set is here. Though it will be sitting at my bedside for a lil while more before I tear open the wrappers and smell the new crisp paper scent, till I finish off Angels and Demons. The movie was great, but just like Da Vincci Code, there were too many questions left unanswered in that 2 hour show. So now am going through the original "script".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone posted up the official trailer for New Moon. It wasn't long after I got over Edward and managed to start to breathe again. And now am gonna start fainting and gasping for air again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have taken my mind boggling quiz on FB "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How Well Do You Know Jamie"&lt;/span&gt; .. FYI, I will still choose Scofiled over Edward coz Scofiled is more real than the fantasy Edward. And Scofield's intelligence is so sexy. Not denying Edward's level of knowledge after going through decades of college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*   *   *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's a nice place to have my birthday dinner ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limited only to JB and Singapore of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-4601056743264196585?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/4601056743264196585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=4601056743264196585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/4601056743264196585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/4601056743264196585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-notch-futher-from-mid-20s.html' title='Another notch futher from mid-20s'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-5604410258758266944</id><published>2009-05-21T16:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T16:44:35.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heat Wave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's so warm and humid today that I'm disoriented from the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my internet connection is getting a heat stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up dreading the work day again, just like every other day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's extra dreadful today as I was so shagged out from the photoshoot session yesterday. Talk about professionalism. 4 gowns in 12 hours. Before the shoot for the first gown ended I am already dreading what's in store for the rest of the day. Everything was just slow ass mofo. I didn't even feel pretty. And just as I slapped myself awake from all the whining from within, the photographer had to make my motivation plunged faster than the stockmarket crash in 97. The partner was not helping much since he's inexperienced and worse of all, I didn't feel good about his perverse touches. It just didn't feel right at all. I've did so many shoots before and this was just wrong. Tomorrow I'm dreading session 2. God please be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/ShUS-n5IG8I/AAAAAAAACHs/y7cHmY_gCNk/s1600-h/DSC03914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/ShUS-n5IG8I/AAAAAAAACHs/y7cHmY_gCNk/s400/DSC03914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338193800387369922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The only time I "enjoyed" the shoot was when I managed to persuade them to style me up the way I wanted to.  Pinned up messy curls into a shorter bob like Eva Longoria's. 1950's Chicago gettup mini dress with swinging beads, minus the feathery headgear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*   *   *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris won. How can that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet everyone's still in a state of shock and disappointment.&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/34895720-5604410258758266944?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/5604410258758266944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=5604410258758266944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/5604410258758266944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/5604410258758266944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2009/05/heat-wave.html' title='Heat Wave'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/ShUS-n5IG8I/AAAAAAAACHs/y7cHmY_gCNk/s72-c/DSC03914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-6692995571495474309</id><published>2009-05-19T15:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T15:57:23.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bali Bali Hai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know how and where does the "Hai" preceeding the Bali came about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been back over a week now and I still can't get over that my long awaited holiday has jez ended abruptly. Just like what InezBooBoo said .. anything lesser than 3 days does not count as a holiday. Mine was two half. The other half was spent on traveling, so that doesn't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm already thanking &lt;strike&gt;my lucky stars&lt;/strike&gt; BigOne that the trip was still on. 3 days before, we were already considering of cancelling the trip with the flu flying around everywhere, plus with the fact that 80% of Bali population consists of foreigners/tourists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, confined we are in our comfy lil villa. Was rather impressed with this little dream villa tucked inside somewhere rather remote of Seminyak. They always said that pictures on the internet are always deceiving but it turned out to meet what we were expecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private dip pool which I label hazardous pool. Perhaps it's just me. Not recommended for breast stroke swimming if you're not petite. But best part is that the little fountain serves some good purpose and it has built in jacuzzi/bubble massage in it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4531/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1792518_2629091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4531/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1792518_2629091.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The living and dining/pantry area. Neat LCD tv in both with in-built MP3 for both living and bedroom, plus a DVD player where you can borrow some movies at the reception. Key word, Borrow i.e. Free. Mind you, they're of reliable brand of Samsung. Not your average China wannabe brands.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs059.snc1/4531_74918548109_500763109_1792519_3508873_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs059.snc1/4531_74918548109_500763109_1792519_3508873_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bed was lux with lantern nettings. I now know how to fold this swan through reverse engineering.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs059.snc1/4531_74918558109_500763109_1792521_2822295_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs059.snc1/4531_74918558109_500763109_1792521_2822295_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4531/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1792520_1752631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4531/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1792520_1752631.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The service at this villa was excellent. Our pick up at the airport was delayed for over half and hour and we were so pissed for having to stand in outside to wait in the humid weather. I said I was gonna throw a bitch fit and make sure they compensate us by giving us all the upgrading we could ask for. But when we arrive at the villa, I just swallowed everything coz the staff was extremely apologetic and soft that it was just against morality to give him a hard time. Free WIFI, and if you don't have a laptop, they'll bring one to you for Free. Free breakfast, Free afternoon tea, Free shuttle to anywhere you wanna go and pick up back to the villa, Free DVD borrowing, Free books to read, etc. And because the area is small enough, people greet you by your name. How nice is that. The spa lady even came to me over breakfast to remind me that I have a spa appointment to fix. Although they were fully booked, we were moved to another villa temporarily to laze and mess up their bed for a bit before checking out at 3pm in time for our flight. How nice is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, Ku De Ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs059.snc1/4531_74918568109_500763109_1792523_5972494_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs059.snc1/4531_74918568109_500763109_1792523_5972494_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I must thank my beloved neighbours for insisting that I come here. No regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grilled seafood platter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4531/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1792526_138828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4531/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1792526_138828.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veal tenderloin and fois gras. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs059.snc1/4531_74918578109_500763109_1792525_403138_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs059.snc1/4531_74918578109_500763109_1792525_403138_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brulee. 4 ways. If BigOne ate desert, it means it's definitely great. He ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4531/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1792529_7967225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4531/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1792529_7967225.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KuDeTa is definitely awesome. After indulging in excellent food, you can head to the bar area or just laze by the coupled cushioned deck chairs over looking the sea where the spot light is set to shine upon the silver lining of waves hitting on to the beach. With the in-house DJ playing soothing sounds of jazz and light house music, the ambiance was just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.A.R.A.D.I.S.E.  in my vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4531/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1792545_2985702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4531/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1792545_2985702.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs059.snc1/4531_74918703109_500763109_1792548_4580425_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs059.snc1/4531_74918703109_500763109_1792548_4580425_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking forward to this eating frenzy trip. But we didn't have enough time to drive through Bali to scout for delicacies. Bebek &amp;amp; Nuri's .... I'll be back for ya next time !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly .. the sweetest one that always make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs019.snc1/4531_74918588109_500763109_1792527_2574819_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs019.snc1/4531_74918588109_500763109_1792527_2574819_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me heart you big time darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-6692995571495474309?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/6692995571495474309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=6692995571495474309&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/6692995571495474309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/6692995571495474309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2009/05/bali-bali-hai.html' title='Bali Bali Hai'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-887439250596832212</id><published>2009-05-06T18:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:06:30.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise awaits ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally .. the long awaited holiday has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much frustration on whether to put ourselves at risk to human traffic and a holiday destination full of Caucasian travelers .. we decided to just go ahead with our plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paradise awaits us ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SgFkXUA170I/AAAAAAAACHc/g-U6iTJVogc/s1600-h/villa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SgFkXUA170I/AAAAAAAACHc/g-U6iTJVogc/s400/villa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332653785455390530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's gonna be much better than the pictures coz pictures on the internet are always deceiving. And I also hope the reviews are just as accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bags packed, PSP updated with games and music, itinerary set, pick-ups arranged, new VS bikini packed with VS Heidi Klum edition make up gonna set the sexiness up a notch. Minus the boobs, minus the arse, minus the legs, minus the tight abs ... I don't quite make the VS angel mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more excited about the food that we'll be feasting on. Double whammy to the VS ghetto. We've got a lot going on down there hunz~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*   *   *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One before the go ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SgFuHgr8szI/AAAAAAAACHk/uWly_VZDPa0/s1600-h/pig+flu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SgFuHgr8szI/AAAAAAAACHk/uWly_VZDPa0/s400/pig+flu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332664509095785266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-887439250596832212?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/887439250596832212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=887439250596832212&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/887439250596832212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/887439250596832212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2009/05/paradise-awaits.html' title='Paradise awaits ...'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SgFkXUA170I/AAAAAAAACHc/g-U6iTJVogc/s72-c/villa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-541206349882649789</id><published>2009-04-27T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:33:15.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hellooooo Monday !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying very hard to be optimistic about the entire week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter note, it's a 3 day week in the office since Friday's a holiday and I've got a shoot on coming Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the down side, I didn't get the best sleep to start off the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My series of dreams all consisted of me being haunted by all sorts of ghosts. I remember bits and pieces of it and it's just so weird. Ghost/monster-like extortionist which my bunch of friends called "the shape" or "bentuk" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(dd ..u were in my dream .. and yea, ur the one that told me to get my money out about RM5 to give to the 'bentuk') ...&lt;/span&gt; which we were later being bugged by this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bentuk&lt;/span&gt; coz he wasn't happy with the amount we gave it, and then my "agent" came to the rescue .. in which my "agent" was somewhat a ghost/vampire slayer that looked like one of the casts of CATS.  -__-!  Yea .. tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another dream was about this 3 ghost which were haunting me in the dream ... and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bomoh&lt;/span&gt; asked me not to open my eyes while he/she was casting and chanting them away. Apparently one was something like a wolf .. another god knows what .. but looked like that porcupine-like creature from the movie "the village" .. and the third and most strongest one was a scary lamb. When the bomoh said "lamb" I was like .. "aahh??? lamb??" in the dream. But I could felt that it was poking and scratching me for some reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up at about 6am to some "singing" or "music" which I couldn't make up .. and I jez told myself it was a "ghost" singing outside. Duhh .......  Soon after it stopped and the school bus drove by ... Vrroooommmmmmm ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then back to the CATS dream .. where I was bugging my "si-fu" how I could transform into a cat like him to slay off the "bentuk's" ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird ass !!!!! The whole night was ghostly unpleasant. Does this mean anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;*   *   *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have developed a new OCB ... for shampoos.&lt;br /&gt;Each time I went in to Singapore I was drawn to the supermarkets to find good deals for shampoos and conditioners. I came back last night with a total of approx. 2 litres of shampoo and a litre of conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only S$6.80 for a 400ml Loreal Elsive Shampoo!&lt;br /&gt;When I thought I got a good deal at RM19.88 over at Guardians on a sale.&lt;br /&gt;Plus a Vidal Sassoon range which is totally becoming obsolete everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;How can I not stock up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;*   *   *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We loved the doggie we got Ella for her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one bloody expensive doggie for a 2-year old !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51Gtizrqy4L._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51Gtizrqy4L._SS500_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Pug the Nici Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we loved how cuddly it was and the blue bone in the pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;*   *   *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oooh .. what have I become ?!&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/34895720-541206349882649789?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/541206349882649789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=541206349882649789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/541206349882649789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/541206349882649789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2009/04/ridiculous.html' title='Ridiculous'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-2623637296528595528</id><published>2009-04-25T12:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T12:17:21.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fickle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I said I wasn't a wee bit attracted to the real Edward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take that BACK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So back that when Edward wasn't even immortal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to fall in love with him all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BW78s52QHSU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BW78s52QHSU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus he's British.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-2623637296528595528?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/2623637296528595528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=2623637296528595528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/2623637296528595528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/2623637296528595528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2009/04/fickle.html' title='Fickle'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-4909318486403051542</id><published>2009-04-21T15:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T17:29:12.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delusional Fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The infatuation hasn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how crazy I sound now ... he's not even real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe.G keeps thinking that I'm "cheating" on my bf for fantasizing on another "man".&lt;br /&gt;FYI, am not sexually fantasizing him but more like me wanting to be Bella ... in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella's Lullaby has been playing on and on and on since yesterday and it puts me into this whole dreamy delusional world that Edward is standing there in a distance right in front of me. Staring with his mysterious eyes, while I gaze back at him .. his polished image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slaps myself awake*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strike&gt;in love&lt;/strike&gt; infatuated with the character. I was so intrigued by him that I went googling on the real Edward. And I didn't find myself quite attracted to Rob. I'll just stick to the surreal Edward. He's my first un-human love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the claws are out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Pang: i wanna date edward cullen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inez:  Sorry darling. He's chained to my bed.&lt;br /&gt;Jamie:  You know what the irony is hun? I'm doing him in ur bed ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm bringing back the reading habit into my life again.&lt;br /&gt;We all gotta be motivated by something to do something rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quoted and modified&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's my personalized heroin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operation Ah-Lian Elimination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still getting used to the dark shade of my hair. I have been living off the so-called blondie for coming 6 months now, which sooooo need to go. The ash-brown has faded into streaks of gold plus with a 2 inch patch of a shade darker from my previous touch up&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, plus with another 2 inches of my original dark hair, well ... which makes me bloody &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lian&lt;/span&gt; that I can no longer endure. The 3 tier horizontal highligh will do no justice to the image of my salon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/Se2QVDfI4QI/AAAAAAAACHU/BORyjrMQsTM/s1600-h/DSC03814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/Se2QVDfI4QI/AAAAAAAACHU/BORyjrMQsTM/s400/DSC03814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327072625636729090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The barest minimum at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shade of dark copper. Not exactly very copper'y. Over the lighter shade of my previous color.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just see what it turns out to be in a weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-4909318486403051542?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/4909318486403051542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=4909318486403051542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/4909318486403051542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/4909318486403051542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2009/04/delusional-fantasy.html' title='Delusional Fantasy'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/Se2QVDfI4QI/AAAAAAAACHU/BORyjrMQsTM/s72-c/DSC03814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-4778198517309742974</id><published>2009-04-20T17:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:56:25.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've give up my soul for immortality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2 words ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE'S MINE !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v368/109/103/8526405673/n8526405673_1074409_3009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v368/109/103/8526405673/n8526405673_1074409_3009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v368/109/103/8526405673/n8526405673_1066502_2651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v368/109/103/8526405673/n8526405673_1066502_2651.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-4778198517309742974?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/4778198517309742974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=4778198517309742974&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/4778198517309742974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/4778198517309742974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-give-up-my-soul-for-immortality.html' title='I&apos;ve give up my soul for immortality'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-4467781418444078825</id><published>2009-04-03T17:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T18:05:03.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleo's 50 Most Eligible Bachelor 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hunt is on again. And they were hunted down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they will be hunted down again by all the aggressive women out there. Roaarrr~ or perhaps Meoowww~ when the nails are all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SdXS92IQ8tI/AAAAAAAACG8/u2bGuGMV2hY/s1600-h/kh1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SdXS92IQ8tI/AAAAAAAACG8/u2bGuGMV2hY/s400/kh1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320390494752142034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But no fair .. they aren't really consider bachelors when they are sooooo "intact" with someone else. They're jez as good as "single and unavailable". In my vocabulary, Bachelors are supposed to be "Available". Oh what the hell ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One guy to look out for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bachelor #26 - Liew Kah Hoong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's on the cover! Need me to throw you anymore ammo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SdXS-R8Jl7I/AAAAAAAACHE/ryk0ThmOhI4/s1600-h/kh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SdXS-R8Jl7I/AAAAAAAACHE/ryk0ThmOhI4/s400/kh2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320390502217521074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I reckon' he needs a more glam name to attract the babes. But this down-to-earth guy is not your typical glam chasing monkey. He has a hot swimmers body and God knows what has the editors done to his belly button. I realized the ones that bared for the mag were all belly-button-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know him personally. And I shamelessly call him my "Little-Hubby" before that caused quite a commotion. Retards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Little" coz he's younger than me ... "Hubby" coz we're married before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SdXVFUwrS-I/AAAAAAAACHM/-nW9f5ieNBg/s1600-h/PB43.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SdXVFUwrS-I/AAAAAAAACHM/-nW9f5ieNBg/s400/PB43.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320392822257044450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Only for 2 days ... mainly professional purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, some people just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this picture doesn't cause anymore drama-mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure the new babe in his life is a cool sweet chick .. who's bloody lucky to find a man who is willing to take her out for dinner, present her with 15 roses to symbolize his remorse, and bring her to the beach to have candles lit with the words "I'm Sorry" .. to apologize for the quarrel they had.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My relationship deal-breakers are ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;whiny, picky women"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smirked when I saw that line. *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well ... I shan't pick on the younger ones. Haha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Main point ... Vote for Him !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Get the mag, vote online, vote via phone .. etc.&lt;br /&gt;Go all the way to KL to whatever club they're hosting the event to give him your support.&lt;br /&gt;Throw him a bra or something. Just make sure it's not filthy with your sweat. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's Cleo Bachelor of the Year is so hot its not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian Dawson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jamster.alphaev7.com/viviandawson.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 607x; height: 887px;" src="http://jamster.alphaev7.com/viviandawson.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh my ~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The a gorgeous face and pegs like that. Who cares what's his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks so perfect that I can't help lusting over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so sure I'd be so overwhelmed that I'd be total retard if I were to be set up on a date with him. OMG ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-4467781418444078825?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/4467781418444078825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=4467781418444078825&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/4467781418444078825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/4467781418444078825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2009/04/cleos-50-most-eligible-bachelor-2009.html' title='Cleo&apos;s 50 Most Eligible Bachelor 2009'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SdXS92IQ8tI/AAAAAAAACG8/u2bGuGMV2hY/s72-c/kh1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-5214387570594526269</id><published>2009-03-27T16:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T16:32:35.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass You By</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my favourite songs .. specially dedicated to my Babe-G who's feeling at her lowest now. Please remember that you deserve so much better in life.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you are able to see the light soon after months of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be here for you my dear ... *hugsss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IhEUtr3B9bA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IhEUtr3B9bA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass You By&lt;/span&gt; by Boyz II Men&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She was like nothing I'd ever known&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes shine like diamonds in a field of snow&lt;br /&gt;Man, that destiny led her to me&lt;br /&gt;Made her feel that life was now complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand days have passed&lt;br /&gt;And nights gone by&lt;br /&gt;You can see the glow slowly fading from her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Though she denies her pain and her dismay&lt;br /&gt;Know I said this to her anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to stay with someone that makes you cry&lt;br /&gt;You'll end up killing all the love you have inside&lt;br /&gt;Can't hope to see the sun&lt;br /&gt;If you don't open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Girl don't let real love pass you by&lt;br /&gt;Don't let real love pass you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are nervous&lt;br /&gt;But take it from me&lt;br /&gt;Cause you deserve so much more than you receive&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heart and let it show&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold on to your pain&lt;br /&gt;Just let it go, let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find a love you need&lt;br /&gt;If you set your heart free&lt;br /&gt;Girl...&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to stay with someone&lt;br /&gt;That makes you cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't be discouraged baby&lt;br /&gt;Don't let real love pass you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-5214387570594526269?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/5214387570594526269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=5214387570594526269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/5214387570594526269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/5214387570594526269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2009/03/pass-you-by.html' title='Pass You By'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-100988257613406910</id><published>2009-03-25T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:13:58.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever wondered, no matter how nobel are you in the society, everybody is someone's "Whore". Money does make the world go round and due to this, we whore ourselves to make some cash in exchange for the basic necessities for survival. We're all created to humour our creators when they watch us running around in the &lt;strike&gt;food&lt;/strike&gt;whore-chain. I do not mean to be disrespectful to our almighty creators. Just a sudden thought that the so-called creators I am referring to here are those like Neo or Trinity and we in the Matrix world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the previous month or so I have been pushing myself as much as I can at the moment to expand the number of digits in my bank account so as to make my &lt;strike&gt;10-year&lt;/strike&gt;8-year plan realize; which is to retire by the age of 35. Whether or not I choose to whore myself again, that's optional. Pushing 3 jobs into the 7 day schedule is bloody tight. Somehow finally I am dreading for a breather and hoping that a day has 36 hours so that I can sleep off the tiredness, spend more time with my son as he now thinks he's a bunny, spend more quality time with my beloved, and also my sayangs, and some personal time to pamper myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After yesterday's session, the whole whoring agenda just struck me. All that glitz and glamour that everyone perceived in this industry is just a facade. We sell ourselves as a canvas, and get paid for that. Then we're left in our clients hand to manipulate and paint us anyway they want. They would do me over and over and over again till we are able to satisfy them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why they used the term "shagged" to refer to major-tiredness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just imagine shagging 10 clients in a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multi-Level-Whoring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the society, everybody is someone's whore. You get paid to be you're superior's whore, who gets paid to be his/her superior's whore to whore you, and the chain goes up and up until it reaches the ultimate whore-house owner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's whoring income gets overrided as you are higher in the pyramid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, the whore-house owner is a whore too in his own level, whoring himself to his company to make money for his family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whore-metaphore class dismissed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too much rubbish to be absorbed too early towards the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-100988257613406910?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/100988257613406910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=100988257613406910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/100988257613406910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/100988257613406910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2009/03/shagged.html' title='Shagged'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-7367394740930435487</id><published>2009-03-16T11:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:58:23.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Major Outbreak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Major epidermic crisis running all over my face.&lt;br /&gt;And again I am depressed over my choc chip + extra choc chip -like face of mine.&lt;br /&gt;The past month has gotten me extra moolah &lt;strike&gt;which is yet to be seen&lt;/strike&gt; but has taken a toll on my skin. Last weekend, I could finally feel it eating through my skin. And now I refuse to head anywhere filled with people coz I dun wanna cover up the "chicken-pox" outbreak on my face. Ewww .... With more assignments coming up, I'm wondering if I should give up the extra income which is too good to give up, and sacrifice my face to the chemicals again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if they will call my agents to cancel on the assignment when they see me in this state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am lucky to have someone by my side to give me comfort and strength in battling this temporary depression and low self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.O.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in distress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the ideal holiday is soooooo bloody hard, when the place is filled with millions of resorts, hotels and villas for you to choose from. But nothing came across as the perfect place. I had to compromise on either one. And you know how deceiving the pictures on the internet are. When you thought you found the one, and you double check on the ratings and reviews .. someone has to say something like "horrible experience" "will never go back" etc. Either that, or the location has to be at the corner of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have too many options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone knows of any good villas to stay at over at Bali. One of those luxury villas that comes with your own private pool. And the interior must be amazing not those crappy so-called villas. Preferably near the beach. Has good surroundings, and extra services i.e. Spas and Massages. And close to amenities .. coz I do not want to starve and neither we are caucasians who hibernates in their resorts. And within a reasonable budget of US$150.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when you're from a country where your currency is like bloody low. Hell it's the economic crisis in the states now .. why aren't we on par or just slightly lower, just like how the Aussie dropped to be equal to the Singapore Dollar?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found way too many ... but they're so deceiving saying it's "near" to the beach, when it's like 1.5 to 2km away from the beach. Am not gonna walk around near butt naked or soaking wet from the beach for 2km lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, where's good to stay in Krabi? I have no single clue on which beach to be at.&lt;br /&gt;And where's the moon party held?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up googling. I need a reliable travel agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the overwhelming support at &lt;a href="http://femme_byje.livejournal.com"&gt;Femme by J.E.&lt;/a href&gt;. Though we apologize for the quick Sold Outs, but please be informed that we only bring in limited stocks for each item to maintain the quality and exlusivity for our customers. Coz we too hate to be wearing the same "uniform" as others :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More yummilicious to be updated soon in our coming Collections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-7367394740930435487?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/7367394740930435487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=7367394740930435487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/7367394740930435487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/7367394740930435487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2009/03/major-outbreak.html' title='Major Outbreak'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-6300063548677544599</id><published>2009-03-04T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:22:57.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>( it's been so long i can't think of a title )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Major backlog. I wonder if I still know how to blog even at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or will it be the written script of what's going on in my mind?&lt;br /&gt;It's a party up there .. I've got no focus. Order now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Sis-Esh's Birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Sis !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v368/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1062769_5358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v368/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1062769_5358.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Always have been a baby .... you're so way pass that sis!&lt;br /&gt;*Slaps on the head for some awakening* :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a big huggie to make it up again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few weeks have been so packed that I'm exhausted. I'm no longer a hopping 21 year old with the stamina of an Energizer Batter or a Duracel Bunny. I felt I haven't been resting for the longest time ever. On the bright side, I get extra income to splurge on UNnessecities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's 2009 has been a special one. It's the only time of the year where the girls get to sit back and wait for the men to do all planning and impressing. But I guess this year Vic was a much happier man than me. He's so lucky it's not funny yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dita's arrived in time for Valentines. The long awaited Dita's that kept me on my toes for the longest time ever that it has somewhat caused me some trauma in internet shopping. But it paid off. The customized Dita Flight 002 was a baby! Damn right it is! They already have 8 colors to choose from but yet we got them to make the 9th color. Benjamin from LeeLeeLunnettes.com was very helpful in making it happen. Thanks man ! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*macam he read my blog* haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then there was the handmade pop up card I made him. The digital scrapbooking is really growing on me. Each time I make him a card, I would reluctantly give it to him :D&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2366/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1462136_2985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2366/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1462136_2985.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And lastly .. not forgetting the white angel :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got mine too ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2366/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1462139_3759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2366/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1462139_3759.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The single sunflower that never fails to make me blush and put a smile on my face. It's my 4th stalk throughout our journey ... and by far it's the prettiest of them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2366/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1462140_4013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2366/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1462140_4013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*   *   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as all couples might just cuddle into each other's loving arms post Valentine's Day, spending the rest of the day just whispering sweet nothings, expressing their love for each other, and just mezmerize into each other's eyes ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up early to "work" with Jessica Liu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2366/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1462141_4270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2366/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1462141_4270.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The up and rising star of Mediacorp Singapore. To me she'll always be my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RuanMianMian &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dear SisBro Long will just drool ... he fell in love with her the first time he met her in Taiwan. He hasn't stopped fantasizing about her ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe Geline .. please hold it in ya :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding fair marathon .. another this weekend, City Square JB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KFC Buddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v653/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1514222_781217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 472px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v653/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1514222_781217.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Followed by judging at Ginza, Paragon Hotel for the Miss Malaysia International Johor State Selection pageant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike a pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v653/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1514230_2948498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v653/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1514230_2948498.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And a prim and proper one for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v653/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1514246_7754245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 403px;" src="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v653/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1514246_7754245.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You have no idea how wacky we are off camera. Queens are never prim n proper. We're just good actresses that's all :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so disoriented right now I will stop here.&lt;br /&gt;Photolog for now. More serious thoughts and issues next time.&lt;br /&gt;I promise.&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/34895720-6300063548677544599?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/6300063548677544599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=6300063548677544599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/6300063548677544599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/6300063548677544599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-so-long-i-cant-think-of-title.html' title='( it&apos;s been so long i can&apos;t think of a title )'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-7217424199644245462</id><published>2009-02-13T11:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T12:19:48.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 .. 2 .. Freddy's coming for you ... 3 .. 4 .. Lock your doors ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder if today's really a bad luck day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Wikipedia, it's just superstition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The number 12 is a symbol of completeness, whereas 13 was considered irregular, and transgressing the completeness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday on the other hand was considered an unlucky day since the 14th century to undertake journeys of begin new projects. And there was the coincidental Black Friday with stock market crashes and such.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I don't know man .. but for me Friday's awesome, as the weekend mood kicks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're celebrating YeeChu's Happiness Day later this evening. Ironically on Friday the 13th. Oxymoron if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's tomorrow and I'm so excited. Not like there's any major celebration whatsoever, but am just such a sucker for occasions. It can be just about any occasion .. cancel on me and I'll frown like a baby deprived of milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 surprises are ready .. I hope the 3rd surprise arrives by today. Sigh .. I have been waiting all month for it, till I feel traumatized for ordering something online again. Especially when it had to be specially customized and flown-in some couple of thousand miles away. *fingers crossing real hard* I even have been finger crossing on fb for the longest time ever. It's killing me real slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have mood to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check. Not time for lunch break yet. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emi Visits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After over 4 years .. we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to see a familiar face again. And I am glad I have a friend in almost every country on the map. And I hope that we're all able to see each other again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month long "vacation" was awesome. Though I feel some gross feeling inside me to tell people that I was once a pageant girl, I never regretted taking my chance and made it to the world finals. Everday was a carnival in the Phils. So much drama. So much to experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2325/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1419965_9258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2325/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1419965_9258.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2325/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1419867_8282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2325/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1419867_8282.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One by one they got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some have already become mothers. Jenny (Indonesia) has a handsome boy, and Angie's (Portugal) is so gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niharika's (India) already a bollywood superstar. Isabella (Brazil) was on Brazil's Next Top Model, Cycle 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But am very sad that I'm unable to contact Hae-Mee (Korea) anymore. Her e-mail's inactive and I have no idea where to look for her. We were so close back then, and kept in touch for a bit before it slowly died off. Now I only have the sweet angelic pictures of Hae-Mee to remember. I hope we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trio's - Hae-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEE&lt;/span&gt; * E&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MI&lt;/span&gt; * JA&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2325/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1419963_8716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2325/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1419963_8716.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's Nora (Latvia) at the back. Though she's younger than me but she's so motherly that I go to her for my nightly bedtime hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to visit Tokyo! Emi insists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yen is so strong now and climbing by the day. We have to put our trip on hold.&lt;br /&gt;I hope the yen drops by June. Keeping my fingers crossed for a birthday trip :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now my fingers are already permanently crooked for crossing it too much !&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/34895720-7217424199644245462?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/7217424199644245462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=7217424199644245462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/7217424199644245462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/7217424199644245462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2009/02/1-2-freddys-coming-for-you-3-4-lock.html' title='1 .. 2 .. Freddy&apos;s coming for you ... 3 .. 4 .. Lock your doors ..'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-8820956819933293339</id><published>2009-01-30T12:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:14:26.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man for Hire !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone made me an offer over Friendster today. I got a message in my Inbox saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;David wants to brighten your day with a smile. Check out David's profile and send a reply.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A message from David: &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" id="ln0"&gt;"Boy Friend's Club"&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" id="ln1"&gt;Social Escort Service for all the lady,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" id="ln2"&gt;your companion to party and event,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" id="ln3"&gt;contact David at 016-2726969&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" id="ln4"&gt;see u..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw .. his profile link :  &lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://profiles.friendster.com/davidyourboyfriend"&gt;http://profiles.friendster.com/davidyourboyfriend&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If you notice how cheesy his personal url is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he proudly displays his portfolio picture on his profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-181.friendster.com/e1/photos/18/19/43919181/1_101868023l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 600px;" src="http://photos-181.friendster.com/e1/photos/18/19/43919181/1_101868023l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is still so far off !&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/34895720-8820956819933293339?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/8820956819933293339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=8820956819933293339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/8820956819933293339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/8820956819933293339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2009/01/man-for-hire.html' title='Man for Hire !'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-867639316274822996</id><published>2009-01-29T16:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:00:43.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Lunar New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2066/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1373593_6179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 447px;" src="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2066/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1373593_6179.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy MooMoo Year !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you be prosperous in Health, Love, Luck and lotss and lotss of Moolah !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*     *     *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second year straight breaking the traditional CNY custom of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;balik'ing kampung &lt;/span&gt;up North. I really miss my "northern wonderland".  To me, CNY is like a annual summer/winter holiday for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mat-sallehs.&lt;/span&gt; I eat, sleep, play, party, meet up with almost anyone I can. A 10 day trip up North is never enough for me .. and time seems to pass so quickly. If possible, I would not sleep just not to waste half of the 24-hour day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you fellow northern people ... I miss you loads !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you fellow northern food ... you're so darn lucky you escape being eaten this year .. again !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only the 4th day of CNY here down south and I can't wait till I get back to work again. I've been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nua&lt;/span&gt;'ing for the longest time, and  never miss out on my afternoon naps like a baby. Why do kids dread the afternoon naps? It's like one of the best pleasures one can get  =)  Eating has never stopped since the "30th". Being so greedy and glutton, I chow down food more than my maximum capacity that I pass out half and hour later. I even feel that my face has became much plump'er. I might just gain back the weight that I've lost previously. I just need it to go where it is supposed to go. All the right places!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*     *     *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to make my new year's resolution for 2009. And I don't intend to. The last time I remember, I made this somewhat 10-things resolution list which I did not even achieve any. I think by saying it out, I've unintentionally jinxed it. In fact, some of which I have made it worse i.e. I must wake up earlier and be at work on time. Instead of the previous 9 am clock in, it became a 9.30am clock in. -__-  Big brownie points deduction from the boss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my beloved neighbour gave me a good LUNAR new year's resolution. I shall swear lesser. No more flying "f**k"s "ci***"s etc. here there and every where. I hope I don't jinx this one. Bad bad bad if it gets worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://femme-byje.livejournal.com/"&gt;FEMME by j.e.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is finally launched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've sold a couple of items already, which is good given the absence of people during this festive season. Stocks are running out fast as we bring on only limited stocks for each design to maintain the exclusivity for our customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do drop by from time to time, or drop us a line for our mailing updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add us on :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.do"&gt;Femme by J.E. on Live Journal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/group.php?gid=46470682907&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Femme by J.E. on Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/96339138"&gt;Femme by J.E. on Friendster&lt;/a href&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/34895720-867639316274822996?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/867639316274822996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=867639316274822996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/867639316274822996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/867639316274822996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-lunar-new-year.html' title='Happy Lunar New Year'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-3472458560423058858</id><published>2009-01-25T17:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T17:57:02.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunar New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flowers are blooming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decorations up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of washing, dicing, cutting, mincing, stirring, mixing, wrapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could smell the cooking from a floor up in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schnappi's bathed and all nicely fluffed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookies and bak kua already half gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ready for the new year .. new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only thing left now is the minor mess in my room that needs to be put away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But am so sleepy. I'll just rest up a bit now before I get all grouchy like a baby on the dinner table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Lunar New Year y'all !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May ya be understanding and not be disappointed with the decreasing ang pow value this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Economy bad laaa ~ Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-3472458560423058858?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/3472458560423058858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=3472458560423058858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/3472458560423058858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/3472458560423058858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2009/01/lunar-new-year.html' title='Lunar New Year'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-5740558498822386168</id><published>2009-01-21T16:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:10:03.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Femme by J.E.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The launch of Femme by J.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp71/femme_byje/misc/maskhead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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When it drags too long, it'll become a photoblog coz too malas to write .. and my short term memory take a toll on the actual event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up .. Christmas 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1872/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1236484_7700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1872/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1236484_7700.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another cozy celebration at home with the family and extended family plus some close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I actually partied on festive occassions. All those bitching and procrastination about the jam, the ridiculous price to pay, major human traffic, disgusting sweat from human traffic, etc, people still do head out. Rarely have the chance to coz my dad's birthday falls on Christmas Eve itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1872/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1236479_6267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1872/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1236479_6267.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The home cooked "buffet" was really good .. and what you see on the table is only half of what was really there. Minus the humongous turkey sponsored by my beloved neighbour plus the really good ham roll, which both made perfect ingredients for the club sandwich the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next ... my man turns XX. Well, not that I'm cursing but in reality a very insignificant percentage would live beyond three X's.  Simple chop chop dinner before I flew back to catch the last episode of Little Nyonya. As crappy as the quality of the show may be .. but damn layan can?! I can tell you every single detail of the drama .. haha! Even Vic's angmoh'nated sis from downunder was surprised how we actually are interested in the drama till she too was hooked for a bit. Not coz she loved it .. but layan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SXX5vizZCQI/AAAAAAAACFg/Kg2Inr0Jjpk/s1600-h/050109-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SXX5vizZCQI/AAAAAAAACFg/Kg2Inr0Jjpk/s400/050109-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know how pathetic looking his birthday cake is ... and the fact it's already "cut" before he actually "cuts" it. He's not a fan of candyland .. and wasting food is a huge SIN .. plus I am stuffed ...&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why should I explain myself. *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bintan !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip is so short it doesn't count as a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling .. it's not a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nic mentioned to me that anything lesser than 3 days doesn't count as a holiday. Fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The super impromptu trip finally worked a week after. We were supposed to go on Xmas week .. but we're such geniuses that we expect rooms to be available when we decided to book 2 days before our trip. On Xmas week.   -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us. He looks so egoistic and MCP in this pic with his chirpy traditional Japanese wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1970/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1285779_4538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 452px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1970/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1285779_4538.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His other other half.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yo baaaaaeengggg~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1970/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1285775_3626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 452px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1970/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1285775_3626.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Despite only a night's stay .. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(coz we were such a genius again to expect rooms to be available just in case we wanted to extend. Which later was available 2 hours before we were supposed to board our ferry back)&lt;/span&gt; .. I felt we kinda did what we wanted to .. and had enough time to unwind and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indulge in food ... which was good. I'm not a fan of Thai cuisine coz I have a defected tongue that doesn't allow me to appreciate spiciness. But they managed to tame it all down and went easy on me. So that made Tomyam-kung and the Green Curry was good. I am bragging now .. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bangga lebih&lt;/span&gt; .. konon I damn power in taking spicy food. I finally get to eat the proper pineapple fried rice. This is what it is suppose to taste like. Like the ones from Thailand. I guess I've been eating too many Malaysianized pineapple fried rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1970/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1285777_4073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 452px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1970/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1285777_4073.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More relaxing indulgence. We got upgraded to the garden pavilion for free.&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs, yogurt bath, massage and flower bath waiting for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1970/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1285789_6871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 452px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1970/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1285789_6871.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was expecting to get an 'indirect' tan from the pool laze. But there was so much passing rain We were soaked before we even dipped in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1970/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1285797_8927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1970/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1285797_8927.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And managed to do some shopping. Where they sell loads of crappy looking carvings. I wonder if this is even supposed to be artistic. The dolls looked creepy to begin with. Like some black magic voodoo moodoo dolls used to cast curses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1970/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1285794_8140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1970/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1285794_8140.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Plus a whole load of bonding with the amazing Meliz. She's just too cool. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;selumber'ded'&lt;/span&gt;. I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally ... our sourcing trip. Which ended up like some indulging pampering trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken's such a good host that we managed to see Bangkok from another perspective this time round. Usually people flock there just to take advantage of it's cheap'ness and super value for money. But am beginning to love Bangkok alot. It's a much better place to live in than Singapore if you have money. Can live like royalty man !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1944/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1317528_723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1944/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1317528_723.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangkok's version of Luna Bar that puts us to shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1944/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1317534_2759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1944/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1317534_2759.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Am just so amazed with it's interior, tasteful house music, and perfect weather. I remember sweating like a pig over in KL coz the city is so densely populated (I'm referring to the buildings) that ventilation is a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather in Bangkok at this point of time is perfect. I still can't accept the fact that it's so cold there. Felt like I was in Ozzie or something. We were so prepared for the expected humidity, which turned out otherwise. Chatuchak felt like it was air-conditioned. Not a single sweat. I was still in my cardi. I am still hollering to the whole world on Bangkok's weather like I've just came back from some country that no one has ever heard about. The over-promoting has gotta stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday the temperature dipped. I felt it was like 18 or 20 degrees or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the atas dinner over at Vertigo @ Banyan was torturing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1944/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1317559_9883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1944/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1317559_9883.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being on the 59th storey with nerve piercing wind isn't very enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was just perfect except for 2 things. The weather that night. And the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effing expensive. Super &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;farang&lt;/span&gt; chopper place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1944/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1317542_4914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1944/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1317542_4914.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 360 view from the top was incredibly beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1944/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1317544_5471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1944/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1317544_5471.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one major romantic place. Everything just falls into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1944/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1317562_782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1944/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1317562_782.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Food at it's best. For the price we're paying for, it betta be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medallion 5-spiced mince duck, foie gras, endive marmalade and cinnamon orange gravy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1944/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1317560_194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1944/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1317560_194.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were supposed to slowly appreciate the taste of the delicacy. But coz it was so effing cold, we chow'ed it down like some $2 economy rice on a 10-minute lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1944/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1317566_2032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1944/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1317566_2032.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'd love to do Vertigo again ... or Sirocco for a change. From where I come from, am so deprived of good food in good places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reasons I can hear Charles voice in my mind. He being such an arse and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suan'ing&lt;/span&gt; me for being a wannabe atas chick. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And we meet again. Hello Flix !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1944/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1317573_4236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1944/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1317573_4236.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Irony of visiting a club in Bangkok after all the overrated hoo-haa on the unfortunate case of Santika. As a precaution, the exit was very in sight. Ken hates me for keep on bringing that up about his second home. Neither do I want that to happen coz this place is just too good. Best of both worlds, with ample hot chicks and Utt-like men (taller somemore), plus very very good air-conditioning. I clubbed with my cardi. Yea .. it is cold inside out in Bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for bed. It's errand day tomorrow. I need sufficient rest.&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/34895720-7310889344820827486?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/7310889344820827486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=7310889344820827486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/7310889344820827486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/7310889344820827486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2009/01/major-backlog.html' title='Major Backlog'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SXX5vizZCQI/AAAAAAAACFg/Kg2Inr0Jjpk/s72-c/050109-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-1012266834201081338</id><published>2009-01-09T02:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T02:44:52.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can someone please tell me what's the effing problem with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been struck by some hunger disorder that is so not funny. And to make things worse, I am shrinking by the day. Yes, every part is shrinking. Including the most IMPORTANT part. Not sure about down under though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how much I have been stuffing myself silly. With carbs and fats. American burgers are my favourite and that of course comes will a hill load of chips. And spending way too much time with my other half who is also the same species as I am is not doing me any better as well. I have no idea where'd all go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda sick of people keep telling me how scrawny and how much weight I "look like" I have lost, and giving me that sad sad face. Either sad for me .. or sad for themselves that they can't be this scrawny. Who wants to laa .. can't fit into clothes properly and getting all the attention in the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the docs can't diagnose me. I don't have diabetes, nor do I have tyroids. I don't have an eating disorder. Wait, maybe I do ... over eating counts? And neither am I depressed; other than the fact that I'm depressed for 15 seconds everytime I think of my situation or when someone comes up to me with the oh-you're-so-thin-already comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2.40 in the a.m. and am feeling like I've been starving since my 6pm dinner, when I have just chowed down an &lt;strike&gt;indomie&lt;/strike&gt; ibumie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(why did it even wanna change its name???!!)&lt;/span&gt;.  The hunger is pissing me off when I should be in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thinking about all the food that I CANNOT eat in Bangkok worries me. I don't do spicy food, and neither do they know what is "mild" for spiciness. Plus, my dear SisEsh has this fettish for spicy food. Her fav, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ma la &lt;/span&gt;(numbing spiciness). Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-1012266834201081338?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/1012266834201081338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=1012266834201081338&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/1012266834201081338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/1012266834201081338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2009/01/hungry.html' title='Hungry'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-4787711242521546641</id><published>2009-01-07T13:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T15:05:55.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost There</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally got the Christmas theme out of the way since it's so over and the new year has started already. There's so many design templates out there but most of them don't fully satisfy me coz am so illiterate in these html codes to even know how to modify them. Yes there are loads of helps online .. but too malas to read them one by one. So I took the short cut and pandai-pandai modified it from the current one through the existing knowledge I have, though not very much, but good enough for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back shortly for more updates. Sorry I've been slacking so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Time for lunch ... toodles !&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/34895720-4787711242521546641?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/4787711242521546641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=4787711242521546641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/4787711242521546641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/4787711242521546641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2009/01/almost-there.html' title='Almost There'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-5929620904453884500</id><published>2008-12-10T18:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:56:10.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruitful Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally a long weekend to get my usual system back into place.&lt;br /&gt;The whole of November was up and about. With stage performance and endless weddings to attend, there wasn't a weekend to vegetate. Sometimes when we lazed too much, I always asked BigOne if we could be more 'productive' and 'useful' by doing something instead of vegetating in bed to dvds and only get out for food. This time we longed for it. And we got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday was up and about. Surprisingly without starting the day with my needed caffeine dosage, I was running around like a energizer bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked lunch. Asian style spaghetti bolognaise - mince pork, hotdogs, buttoned mushrooms, tomatoes, sauce, and oregano. I made a deal with God and therefore I am refrained from beef for a month. Pork is a better substitute compared to chicken as it gives more flavour and it has a closer texture to beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made cinnamon buns. Recipe courtesy of Ikea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They looked like rolls of sh!t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/ST-Y-w9z-aI/AAAAAAAACDs/UAMCWOkLu7o/s1600-h/Picture+106-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/ST-Y-w9z-aI/AAAAAAAACDs/UAMCWOkLu7o/s400/Picture+106-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278105492364982690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After. Golden brown 'sh!t-looking' cinnamon buns. =)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/ST-Y-6L4jQI/AAAAAAAACD0/q3u6EgLDVW0/s1600-h/Picture+112-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/ST-Y-6L4jQI/AAAAAAAACD0/q3u6EgLDVW0/s400/Picture+112-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278105494839921922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I misread the recipe and ended up making 40 buns. My mom was worried about me using the whole packet of 1kg flour. And when I though it was too many, non was left for me when I got back over the weekend. All &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kena sapu &lt;/span&gt;clean clean ! You can't go wrong with Ikea's cinnamon buns. Yummilicious !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas tree is also up. I wanted a purple tree this year but Daddy refused to let me get any more ornaments. He's complaining that we have too many and our petite lil storeroom can no longer store anymore boxes of ornaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' the new clickadee! My tree illuminated in the dark like it's releasing aurora. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok laa .. am exaggerrating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By day.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/ST-Y_BiszPI/AAAAAAAACD8/W7OeFdFi-OE/s1600-h/Picture+107-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/ST-Y_BiszPI/AAAAAAAACD8/W7OeFdFi-OE/s400/Picture+107-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278105496814669042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/ST-Zmuz_qkI/AAAAAAAACEE/JxdfhJ3cfk4/s1600-h/Picture+127-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/ST-Zmuz_qkI/AAAAAAAACEE/JxdfhJ3cfk4/s400/Picture+127-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278106178981702210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I still can't get enough of it.... with the major loneliness in the office, I clicked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hantu&lt;/span&gt; eyes. But not lovin' the comfort.&lt;br /&gt;Vanity has a price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/ST-Y-YevjjI/AAAAAAAACDk/YLeGX26keL4/s1600-h/Picture+090-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/ST-Y-YevjjI/AAAAAAAACDk/YLeGX26keL4/s400/Picture+090-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278105485792218674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And finally ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/ST-Y-BJEezI/AAAAAAAACDc/skrTPczHcSU/s1600-h/Picture+001-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/ST-Y-BJEezI/AAAAAAAACDc/skrTPczHcSU/s400/Picture+001-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278105479527299890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Giving me the signature 'whatever' face. More like 'vat-ever'. With a "V". German style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry darling. Although I promised to delete this shot ... but this is Picture 0001. Just had to keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-5929620904453884500?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/5929620904453884500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=5929620904453884500&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/5929620904453884500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/5929620904453884500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/12/fruitful-weekend.html' title='Fruitful Weekend'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/ST-Y-w9z-aI/AAAAAAAACDs/UAMCWOkLu7o/s72-c/Picture+106-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-5801063281612720991</id><published>2008-12-04T15:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:54:26.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping The Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So much has happened during the year.&lt;br /&gt;Ups and downs, good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have my closest friends to thank for being there for me and being so ever patient while I pour out my sorrows and whine like it's the end of the world. And there's also my mom who also has been there for me, patiently enduring my fiery temper and mood swings. After 26 years, I think she has gotten numb. And a loving man who finally understands me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been rather lonely these days.&lt;br /&gt;Coming to work has been like my daily routine of reporting to the detention center. 9 months of solitary confinement on the first floor has brought out the alter ego in me ... bad alter ego a.k.a. psychopathic syndrome. With my psychotic partner in crime who has left for happening-therapy in Melbourne, childhood mate with an new job that requires OT almost every single day, bestie in Singapore, bestiesss and hunny-bunny-boos and pinkies in KL, and a frequent flyer jet-setting neighbour .. "pouring out my sorrows" has been quite of a problem, done inefficiently via MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's very weird, or even borderlining insulting, coming from someone who doesn't go to church or the temple, or do routine prayers, etc. I'm a so-called atheist. So-called. Not one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my theory.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I do believe in Him. The Almight One.&lt;br /&gt;And because his "organization" i.e. the world is so big .. he can't see to every single person's calling out to him. Hence, he formed "departments" i.e. religions, with "department directors" i.e. respective faiths, to make sure everyone is in line. Ultimately, there is only one God. And the underlying rule is the Do Good and Be Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard my aunt who is strong faith believer in Christianity or Catholic, going on and on for the last decade or so, about seeking help from God and the "miracle wonders" that has happened. I've heard of the different "miracle wonders" from different faiths as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it didn't occur to me to turn to Him whenever I was at my lowest. Part of me felt hypocritical and self-centered for seeking his help when I only needed it. Until one fine day .. last week, while driving back from work, I talked to him. Sincerely I wanted him to hear me. And I poured out everything to him. I didn't ask for a miracle. I only asked for strength in keeping my hopes and faiths alive. Somehow after that half hour long session of talking had my burden lifted off from me. I felt a sense of relief, a feeling that I have searching for for the past several months. I found back the happy self that I was. I did pray for Joanne as well, I hope she feels the same too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I talked to God again. And I thank him for listening to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many would think this is absurd or just mere coincidence. I chose neither. I chose to believe him. And I believe he is there welcoming us with open arms no matter how many times we have said no to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the preaching. Please do not misunderstand that I am creating a new "department" that reports directly to him. My job at Head Office level has required me to get things done chop-chop and reporting directly to the highest level of authority. Maybe one day I will find myself being part of one of the many departments. At the mean time, I'll just continue to keep the faith. I hope everyone out there who are at their lowest to also keep the faith and to be patient. As God has everything planned out for a reason. We just have to see the bigger picture. And if possible, the picture after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then .... remember to Do Good ... and Be Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming .. I've been Good ... very very Good ..&lt;br /&gt;will I get a really good prezzie? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-5801063281612720991?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/5801063281612720991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=5801063281612720991&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/5801063281612720991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/5801063281612720991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/12/keeping-faith.html' title='Keeping The Faith'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-3678298554724957106</id><published>2008-12-02T16:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:22:34.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Happy because ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... because I will be setting up my Christmas tree real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Insider joke with SisEsh. Totally unrelated at all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*   *   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yay! My champagne gold 870IS clickadee is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/STT1ScOC0zI/AAAAAAAACDU/4uB9K2u3iuA/s1600-h/l_01061687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/STT1ScOC0zI/AAAAAAAACDU/4uB9K2u3iuA/s400/l_01061687.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275110760719242034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It would be the last thing on a mind of an anti-phototaking man to get his girl a camera. But you know what love does to people. It disorientates them. Very much. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just pray that this site won't be a photo-blog in the future. But there's gonna be so many pics that it annoys the hell out everyone. I know people like Howe doesn't mind. Men are visual creatures. And they like to summarize and generalize everything into 2 categories if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' the functions, clarity and sharpness of the pics. Even video mode is like wo~&lt;br /&gt;I've stucked to the old Lumix for far too long to realize what is the norm these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vain'ness gotten better of me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten new contacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v861/216/7/500591199/n500591199_1198550_7588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v861/216/7/500591199/n500591199_1198550_7588.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The virgin eyes have been exposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if the gray tinted lenses would make less chee-na.&lt;br /&gt;Next thing before you know it I'll prolly morph into one of those plastic/doll looking bloggers with loads of make up, triple layer lashes, etc. *gasp!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me people. Me no wanna go there. It's only for the young hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, another year has passed and we conclude the Sista birthday ritual with SisGis's at Nyjiumaru. Reasonable, affordable and yummy. And since it was her treat, we'd try to rip her off by ordering everything we can on the menu. Mission failed. Hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v861/216/7/500591199/n500591199_1198540_4231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v861/216/7/500591199/n500591199_1198540_4231.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The guy in the green shirt is the &lt;strike&gt;unlucky&lt;/strike&gt; lucky guy who's gonna marry my SisGis. We all &lt;strike&gt;fear&lt;/strike&gt; are happy and looking forward to what's gonna come. :)&lt;br /&gt;Funny how in this pic SisEsh looks like the girlfriend instead of SisGis. Hahahhaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding laa ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's terribly wrong coz I feel like an arse today. So forgive me for being an arse. I do not mean anything bad personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More weddings ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collen's ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(gosh .. I look terribly bloated and pregnant here!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1072/31/94/735010738/n735010738_1723715_9029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1072/31/94/735010738/n735010738_1723715_9029.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with after party at Walkers. It's been a while since we went out together. It's been a while since we all got a little crazy. And because of that .. I shall refrain myself from patronizing the place for the next 2 months. Yaa ~ thanks to you Scha ! But I still love you ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1072/31/94/735010738/n735010738_1723780_8591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-e.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1072/31/94/735010738/n735010738_1723780_8591.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hostesses were in uniforms that night. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1072/31/94/735010738/n735010738_1723783_9426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-h.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1072/31/94/735010738/n735010738_1723783_9426.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But we jez wanna steal the limelight from them.&lt;br /&gt;Coz we carry off the costume much better .. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1072/31/94/735010738/n735010738_1723784_9712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1072/31/94/735010738/n735010738_1723784_9712.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then ... get your trees decorated soon ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiss the season to be jolly ... fa la la la la .. la la la la ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v861/216/7/500591199/n500591199_1198551_7898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v861/216/7/500591199/n500591199_1198551_7898.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-3678298554724957106?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/3678298554724957106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=3678298554724957106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/3678298554724957106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/3678298554724957106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-happy-because.html' title='I Am Happy because ....'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/STT1ScOC0zI/AAAAAAAACDU/4uB9K2u3iuA/s72-c/l_01061687.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-4051836412079887454</id><published>2008-11-27T16:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T17:33:14.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason &amp; SookWei's Big Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v500/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1108072_897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 404px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v500/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1108072_897.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;22-Nov-2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day that have been long awaited .. long anticipated .. has finally arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dream come true when she finally tied the knot to the love of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a truly beautiful wedding. And God made the weather great despite the depressing monsoon season that I have been complaining about on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SookWei looked amazingly beautiful .. she glowed radiantly.&lt;br /&gt;It's the L.O.V.E.&lt;br /&gt;Her bridal gown was simple .. but gorgeous and elegant.&lt;br /&gt;White lace over light champagne satin lining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solomization took place at Braise at Sentosa. Overlooking Pahlawan beach, this was the perfect spot for the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did I mention the food was fantastic ?!&lt;br /&gt;Crab cakes rockxxx ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v500/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1107962_1058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v500/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1107962_1058.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v500/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1107963_1318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v500/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1107963_1318.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' the dress I bought. Silk fuschia with batik-like prints with embroidered neckline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v500/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1107974_4303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v500/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1107974_4303.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Amara Sanctuary Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would call it fine dining coz I can't remember the exactly how the food was made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every single one left a lasting memory to my taste buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasabi prawns (one of the 3 dishes for starters). Sharks fin served in a mini pumpkin. Wagyu-beef for main. Baked king prawns. Japanese noodle with tempura fish (i think it was pregnant fish .. coz I don't really know how to appreciate this delicacy). And cempedak creme brulee with berries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SookWei's an amazing wedding planner. I think her sis and JamieT had contributed alot as well. From the hen's night that they planned out, I won't be surprised they did alot for this night as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ballroom was subtly litted with random shades of pink, blue, orange and green lights .. and with lots and lots of roses and candles. The jazz band was amazing. And the emcee .. not your average random person going on stage and reading off the pre-written script. This guy is a professional man ... like one of those that does commercial/big gala/events. He creates impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of great speeches that touches the soul and melts the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an amazing singer, SookWei surprised Jason by singing Olivia Newton John's Hopelessly Devoted To You .. followed by her performance with the Sugarettes.&lt;br /&gt;FYI, she's part of the band that made it to Top5 of the Live The Dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so gonna help me draw out my wedding plans next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The venue, the photographer, the performers, the programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v500/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1107980_5956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v500/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1107980_5956.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One thing I love about weddings in Singapore is that the guests dresses properly.&lt;br /&gt;Finely if it may be.&lt;br /&gt;I feel it's a certain level of respect that we have to give to the couple that it's an important event and not just some dinner party that they're throwing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't get it how can one go to someone's wedding in tees, jeans and sneakers. People are so scared to be overdressed that they go soooo under-dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago Dan consulted me on what should he wear to his friend's wedding in KL. I suggested at least a nice smart shirt and slacks .. coat and tie is optional. He was shocked coz he planned to throw in his tux. But that's way too much ritee......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v500/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1107938_6020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 406px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v500/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1107938_6020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Congrats to the both and wishing them neverending bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the stunning pics are taken by Gabriel Mendes.&lt;br /&gt;I so wanna book him ... but he doesn't come cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I start saving then ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-4051836412079887454?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/4051836412079887454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=4051836412079887454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/4051836412079887454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/4051836412079887454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/11/jason-sookweis-big-day.html' title='Jason &amp; SookWei&apos;s Big Day'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-8617302306309497947</id><published>2008-11-13T12:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:33:04.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gymnastics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have always been so amazed with the sport and it's gracefulness. I wished that my parents had sent me to gymnast school when I was a little girl .. so I could train hard and make my country and parents proud. Since I don't have that chance or able to turn back time, I would like my daughter to relive my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No one really knows what goes behind the scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've heard how torturous the rigorous the training is .. but for this case, this is the extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/2KqFQ7cqKBo" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/2KqFQ7cqKBo" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like my doubts in the sport shot up 300% and second thoughts don't even come close to sending my daughter to gymnast training. We'll just stick to ballet. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-8617302306309497947?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/8617302306309497947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=8617302306309497947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/8617302306309497947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/8617302306309497947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/11/gymnastics.html' title='Gymnastics'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-7527494342702686645</id><published>2008-11-11T15:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:36:05.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy busy Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Saturday outing over at Lion City with the Sis and SisBro .. SistaEsh and SisBroSoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry FruitZong .. you're not a SisBro.  -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After "working out" in the streets of Orchard, walking aimlessly for 2 hours or so, without having to sit over coffee coz Singapore has a shitty rule of non-smoking in public with ridiculous quota of smoking areas for cafes, we headed for some stomach pampering over at Dempsey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping can be so demotivating when there's not a single Sale sign in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Zara cocktail dress was so pretty .. with a S$229 price tag. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K laa .. I'm a miser laa .. happy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways ... back to a much "motivating" note ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italian over at La Forketta @ Dempsey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Seafood Linguine. I ordered "Seafood Linguine" but the waitress had to correct me .. "Linguine WITH Seafood?" What the hell ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways .. Hearty serving which is bad for the heart.&lt;br /&gt;Slipper lobsters, clams, prawns, mussels, squid, and scallops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v368/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1062779_7805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v368/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1062779_7805.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SisBroSoon's Slipper Lobster Spaggethi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v368/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1062781_8324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v368/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1062781_8324.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SisEsh's Carbonara. It was the only cream sauce pasta on the menu.&lt;br /&gt;Not recommended as it tasted really ..... well .. unappetizing.&lt;br /&gt;We had to each give her our scampis to make up for the blandness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v368/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1062780_8046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 569px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v368/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1062780_8046.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FruitZong's Lasagna.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously .. this is the worst lasagna I've ever seen. We'll just leave the description to your imaginative minds.&lt;br /&gt;The worst looking, but amazingly it was the best tasting one. Seriously. Not funny.&lt;br /&gt;This lasagna tasted real good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v368/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1062778_7541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 517px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v368/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1062778_7541.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still ....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where's the QC in presentation?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some fun with the Glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zong's glasses became an instant IT accessory for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caucasians can never understand why Asians are able to humour themselves with the camera.&lt;br /&gt;We're so sorry that flashes were zapping non-stop at our table like some private disco ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v368/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1062775_6764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 457px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v368/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1062775_6764.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v368/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1062770_5592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v368/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1062770_5592.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v368/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1062771_5829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v368/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1062771_5829.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;*   *   *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-Vogue Hair &amp;amp; Make-up Competition / Graduation Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to my make-up artist Enya for winning the Bridal Make-up Category and Overall Winner for Make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since she posted pics up on FB and tagged me in it .. my guy friends have been buzzing me about her. She's such a sweetie-pixie-like doll with a outburst of bubbly personality that you just can't resist. I jez wanna chew her !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her signature statement ... "没有什么的啦。。。!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v375/60/101/718508876/n718508876_1121007_907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v375/60/101/718508876/n718508876_1121007_907.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;*   *   *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am loving the new color of my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SRlBEIVbiZI/AAAAAAAABgs/v2PH9iIAAAQ/s1600-h/DSC03563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SRlBEIVbiZI/AAAAAAAABgs/v2PH9iIAAAQ/s400/DSC03563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267312778399156626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;S&lt;span&gt;hades ligter than my previous one .. Ash Brown from the Majirel collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done by James from Andy Chan Salon @ DNP Plaza, JB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James was the winner for this year's Loreal Color Trophy .. so you can trust his expertise as a professional colorist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newly renovated Andy Chan Salon is opened everyday except for Tuesdays. The black and white modern victorian theme exudes elegance with sleek sophistication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James and Bon reckoned I get my hair a couple of shades lighter so that I'll look more pan-Asian.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have courage to go near blonde.&lt;br /&gt;Not when I'm in JB .. I'll get crucified Ah-Lian for life !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/34895720-7527494342702686645?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/7527494342702686645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=7527494342702686645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/7527494342702686645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/7527494342702686645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/11/busy-busy-busy-weekend.html' title='Busy busy busy Weekend'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SRlBEIVbiZI/AAAAAAAABgs/v2PH9iIAAAQ/s72-c/DSC03563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-1776372970442897403</id><published>2008-11-07T15:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T17:06:47.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Sampling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally got my hands on the videography sampling from i-Studio for the bridal shoot for Elegance Bridal / Amore Bridal in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am impressed with the simple snapshots of the whole process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And loving the simple yet elegant styling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="520" height="466" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-91c010e55415940e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D91c010e55415940e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330392796%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5BF36C7A6AADA20669FF30E94742F1F662FA870F.F4C31598DC7E2A04B4ADAE795B39E0F67FB1026%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D91c010e55415940e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnPpJ1uuWtx093VPfgBea7xzM6_E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="520" height="466" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D91c010e55415940e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330392796%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5BF36C7A6AADA20669FF30E94742F1F662FA870F.F4C31598DC7E2A04B4ADAE795B39E0F67FB1026%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D91c010e55415940e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnPpJ1uuWtx093VPfgBea7xzM6_E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help being amused that Hero looked so much like my cousin Andy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea .. another cradle-snatcher bridal shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I really look too young for my age that they have to pair me up with younger men .. or that they look matured for their age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-1776372970442897403?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=91c010e55415940e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/1776372970442897403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=1776372970442897403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/1776372970442897403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/1776372970442897403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/11/video-sampling.html' title='Video Sampling'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-5993310543518811378</id><published>2008-11-05T12:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:02:02.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>la nuit où les filles déchaînées</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As what SookWei calls it in French ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="gphoto-context-current"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nite when GIRLS GONE WILD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that explains the French Maid outfit =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stunning bride-to-be. We go a long way back since we were 8 or something ..&lt;br /&gt;just a day apart when we both came into this world ..&lt;br /&gt;our friendship is destined instead of just mere coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yv47nW0a8Nk/SQ8BTRD-fqI/AAAAAAAAAuw/PgQa78n3EIw/s512/PB010731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 512px; height: 384px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yv47nW0a8Nk/SQ8BTRD-fqI/AAAAAAAAAuw/PgQa78n3EIw/s512/PB010731.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First stop :  Dinner and meet ups at Cafe Iguana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this point onwards, we were are fearing for Sook. Friends of hers who couldn't make it to her Hen's Night could only told her to brace herself after going through the circulated emails all week long for the planning of this ...... mayhem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brains behind all these ...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JXkkp9iDJE8/SQ3YhRt4OjI/AAAAAAAABdg/eUjinhoVa4s/s512/P1030152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 512px; height: 384px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JXkkp9iDJE8/SQ3YhRt4OjI/AAAAAAAABdg/eUjinhoVa4s/s512/P1030152.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JamieT &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(left)&lt;/span&gt; her future SisterInLaw .. and Sim&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (middle)&lt;/span&gt; her blood sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It almost seems like Pinky and the Brain planning to rule the world. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Noelle at the right .. another bubbly wacky woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, oh course dinner .. Chimichangas were fab at Cafe Iguana.&lt;br /&gt;My knowledge on South American food is very shallow .. so I have no idea what are those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels Mexican .. hence the mentioning of South American.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was in store for Sook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) She had to change into a French Maid outfit. It's not that kinky .. coz it was a Halloween costume not some kinky bedroom lingerie. Mind you .. flown all the way from New York ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(2) A whole list full of dares she has to do ... there's too many to list down .. plus we were all too drunk to even know where the list went. These are real dares .. not your average forgettable ones, but those that you will reside in your memory for at least a decade, unless severe dementia kicks in at an early age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yv47nW0a8Nk/SQ8B2TKUa7I/AAAAAAAAAys/rfSlfu6CzXY/s512/PB020764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 512px; height: 384px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yv47nW0a8Nk/SQ8B2TKUa7I/AAAAAAAAAys/rfSlfu6CzXY/s512/PB020764.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Example:  Shouting out "I'm Horny" in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) She has to do some hard-selling to raise money to our kitty so we could buy more drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JXkkp9iDJE8/SQ3YyzT_7RI/AAAAAAAABeQ/5ywmhZ3-nQg/s512/P1030158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 512px; height: 384px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JXkkp9iDJE8/SQ3YyzT_7RI/AAAAAAAABeQ/5ywmhZ3-nQg/s512/P1030158.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are only a handfull of our stock. I always thought condoms came in one-size-fits-all ..&lt;br /&gt;But Trojan had Magnum size ... oh my~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone got her a penis cake as well ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yv47nW0a8Nk/SQ8BgVgeh2I/AAAAAAAAAwI/5MC6JVxVrcI/s512/PB010744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 512px; height: 384px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yv47nW0a8Nk/SQ8BgVgeh2I/AAAAAAAAAwI/5MC6JVxVrcI/s512/PB010744.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry for the vulgarity .. it's a lil too obscene with the pubes and the cum and all ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But penis cake was surprisingly delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist .... I had 2 servings *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made some new gorgeous friends ... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yv47nW0a8Nk/SQ8BpFMq_vI/AAAAAAAAAxA/YkXaj__7jLs/s512/PB010751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 512px; height: 384px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_yv47nW0a8Nk/SQ8BpFMq_vI/AAAAAAAAAxA/YkXaj__7jLs/s512/PB010751.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People who are stunningly beautiful and so much to admire.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yv47nW0a8Nk/SQ8B1G9N2FI/AAAAAAAAAyk/nOqv75sxeB8/s512/PB020763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 512px; height: 384px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_yv47nW0a8Nk/SQ8B1G9N2FI/AAAAAAAAAyk/nOqv75sxeB8/s512/PB020763.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's so much to blog about. But it shall end abruptly here coz most of it are censored and only made available to our private selves ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other had, if our girls night was already that wild, I dare not think what the men will be up to next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JXkkp9iDJE8/SQ3ZhHoc5PI/AAAAAAAABgs/shL1VByflGs/s512/P1030177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 512px; height: 384px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JXkkp9iDJE8/SQ3ZhHoc5PI/AAAAAAAABgs/shL1VByflGs/s512/P1030177.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Till then ... traffic lights complimentary from Attica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for a sec we all thought we had 18 shots free.&lt;br /&gt;Turned out to be juice instead.  -_- ""&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/34895720-5993310543518811378?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/5993310543518811378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=5993310543518811378&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/5993310543518811378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/5993310543518811378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/11/la-nuit-o-les-filles-dchanes.html' title='la nuit où les filles déchaînées'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_yv47nW0a8Nk/SQ8BTRD-fqI/AAAAAAAAAuw/PgQa78n3EIw/s72-c/PB010731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-1148899512639940879</id><published>2008-10-31T12:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T15:21:13.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boof !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we go Boo~ during Halloween ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schnappi-Doo goes Boof~ (Boo+Woof) =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's much luckier with costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Joey+Alvin that Schnappi-Doo finally got his first outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pink bunny suit =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know ............... he's a boy ...&lt;br /&gt;Pink is the new black .. no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such coincidence that I have been calling my boy "Bunny-Boy" coz he always hops around in excitement like a bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy Schnappi's Halloween dress-up ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All costumes are courtesy of Tucker (Joey's boy) and Rascal (Joanne's boy) wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunny-Noo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v350/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1019913_311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v350/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1019913_311.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Froggie-Doo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v350/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1019786_3826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v350/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1019786_3826.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devil-Doo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v350/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1019792_5203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v350/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1019792_5203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tigger-Doo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SQqTbmgaxkI/AAAAAAAABfk/Q-HqSytKpz0/s1600-h/DSC03381-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 340px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SQqTbmgaxkI/AAAAAAAABfk/Q-HqSytKpz0/s400/DSC03381-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263181216938116674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumble-Doo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SQqTbhwD2oI/AAAAAAAABfc/B9vqIw7B6_I/s1600-h/DSC03378-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 340px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SQqTbhwD2oI/AAAAAAAABfc/B9vqIw7B6_I/s400/DSC03378-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263181215661546114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soulja-Boy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Soldier Boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soulja Boy Off In This Hoe ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Watch me Crank It .. Watch me Roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Watch me Crank Dat Soulja Boy .. Then Super Man Dat Hoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now, Watch me You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v350/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1019787_4057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v350/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1019787_4057.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v350/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1019793_5437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v350/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1019793_5437.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Halloweeeeen !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goes to show I'm so deprived of Halloween madnezz. +S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-1148899512639940879?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/1148899512639940879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=1148899512639940879&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/1148899512639940879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/1148899512639940879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/10/boof.html' title='Boof !'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SQqTbmgaxkI/AAAAAAAABfk/Q-HqSytKpz0/s72-c/DSC03381-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-6676346891618375335</id><published>2008-10-30T17:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T17:47:32.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Boo~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I meant to get a really nice costume off ebay. But I doubt it'll arrive in time given the quality of our national courier service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The dress I bought yesterday hasn't arrived today via national courier, so I didn't want to risk it. Oh well ... too bad darling, next Halloween then ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pre-Halloween dress-up at PhotoFunia instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It isn't really my style of costume, but Jack Sparrow really looked good on me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v354/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1017654_5647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 435px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v354/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1017654_5647.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marshmallow astronaut looked cute too ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v354/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1017659_7969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 443px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v354/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1017659_7969.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and so was I a sweet-cutie pie-mona lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v354/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1017657_6519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v354/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1017657_6519.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have had more options .. but the pics didn't really fit well with the others. Made Marilyn Monroe looked like a freakazoid with overgrown face features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I preped up BigOne as well .. I meant to make him my superhero SuperMan .. but they made him a pink bunny hero holding a lolly with 2 pups by his feet. Oh man~ disgrace to his manhood and he will be so pissed if I posted them up. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not like he reads anyways .. bahhh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my fav of all ...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v354/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1017662_7140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 461px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v354/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1017662_7140.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;May the forces be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Happy Halloween !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you have a creepy night~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo !~&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/34895720-6676346891618375335?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/6676346891618375335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=6676346891618375335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/6676346891618375335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/6676346891618375335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-boo.html' title='Halloween Boo~'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-2669327407642938663</id><published>2008-10-29T14:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T15:41:38.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Popo'ed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've just been Popo'ed !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold .. Baby-Popo-Jamie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v342/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1015386_3460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 315px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v342/28/28/500763109/n500763109_1015386_3460.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No one knows exactly what Popo means. Definitely not meaning "Grandma" in the Chinese context. Hell, I don't even know what does that mean myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that I have a Malaysian friend who speaks fluent French .. who is F.O.S. (full of sh!t) .. and never fails to perk me up with all his "S"s. He calls himself Popo-Panda now .. and is spreading his influence quickly. Last I checked over FB, there's someone else besides me who got baby-popo'ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaky .. but undeniably hillarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda like a serial killer in a panda costume on the loose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail Dan .. opps, I mean Popo-Panda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.l3-t.facebook.com/photos-l3-snc1/v346/74/53/501361697/n501361697_900129_7176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 546px;" src="http://photos-b.l3-t.facebook.com/photos-l3-snc1/v346/74/53/501361697/n501361697_900129_7176.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-2669327407642938663?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/2669327407642938663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=2669327407642938663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/2669327407642938663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/2669327407642938663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/10/popoed.html' title='Popo&apos;ed'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-454173079945727015</id><published>2008-10-24T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T16:59:57.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatefully Departed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tuesday was the gloomiest day ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the odds that 2 of your friends left on the same day and you can never see them ever again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocking but true. I was still in a daze when I received the news. It felt that it was a dream .. but I had to wake up to the brutal fact of reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we have grew apart throughout the years, your departure still saddens me .. and everyone around you, close and far. We may all regret that we could have taken back the things that we have said, times that we could have made up for .. we are glad we have a part of your amazing pressence in our lives, residing in our memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace my dear friend. Am sure your presence up above will be so much interesting with you around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Lauw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v364/241/82/743175311/n743175311_1538997_8097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 501px; height: 349px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v364/241/82/743175311/n743175311_1538997_8097.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone actually uploaded this photo up on facebook to my astonishment.&lt;br /&gt;This was how attractively-dorky I was back then. =.=!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all strongly disagree with the decision that you have made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's no point in brooding over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you have considered your decision thoroughly and made up your mind that life will be much more happier after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss your wackiness and those memories we have had back then. And I greatly regret that I have ignored you for those times you buzzed me on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace too my dear Man Kok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wacky pic to conclude our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v320/76/2/603851433/n603851433_1215495_5781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v320/76/2/603851433/n603851433_1215495_5781.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is too fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will never know what God has planned for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that is happening around us, we should realize that we should live life to the fullest. Am sure there will be some of you that will disagree that sometimes things just aren't working out the way we want them to, or the way that we can live it to the fullest. But for everything that has happened, it happens for a reason. And we should learn from it. We should be strong and pick ourselves up for the falls we make, no matter how many times we fall or how frequent we fall. Never give up .. for God is fair, and we will only realize that there's always a rainbow after the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on. Make the best of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-454173079945727015?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/454173079945727015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=454173079945727015&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/454173079945727015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/454173079945727015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/10/fatefully-departed.html' title='Fatefully Departed'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-6817566695274499963</id><published>2008-10-20T15:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T15:57:42.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for an upgrade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need help to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c381/jamieternity/camerareview-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just ignore the last 2 options coz it's way out of my budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear in mind that this new gadget is gonna last me for another gazillion years before I change for another. Yea, am still using that ridiculous 5mp camera which SisEsh just can't stop criticizing how bad it is. It still works .. serves BASIC needs, with a spoiled dial which is just too costly to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends recommend the Canon for better pics .. but am lovin' the slimness of the Skinny-T .. plus it comes in PINK !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start polling !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;form name="{5C088896-C4CC-4430-A6D8-9DC9D2BE379D}" method="post" action="http://poll.pollcode.com/x3q5"&gt;&lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="180"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:White;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Which digital camera should I get ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;input name="answer" value="1" type="radio"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:White;"  &gt;Canon Ixus 870 IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;input name="answer" value="2" type="radio"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:White;"  &gt;Sony Cybershot Skinny T-77&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;input name="answer" value="3" type="radio"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:White;"  &gt;Others (please recommend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;input value="Vote" type="submit"&gt;  &lt;input name="view" value="View" type="submit"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" colspan="2"  align="right" style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;pollcode.com &lt;a href="http://pollcode.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;free polls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-6817566695274499963?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/6817566695274499963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=6817566695274499963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/6817566695274499963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/6817566695274499963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-for-upgrade.html' title='Time for an upgrade'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-8706846045147659556</id><published>2008-10-09T13:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T14:11:04.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unacceptable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is the key competencies of a business in a service line?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bloody SERVICE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super duper atrociously unacceptable experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like OldTown is not known for bloody bad service .. I recall having visited a forum created just to slam OldTown outlets nationwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been neutral so far ... until .................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from Old Town Taman Molek, JB Outlet&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SO2ddFjtJXI/AAAAAAAABe0/5K7jBDETbes/s1600-h/DSC03290.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255029463244940658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SO2ddFjtJXI/AAAAAAAABe0/5K7jBDETbes/s400/DSC03290.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This what you get for ordering a cold drink with less ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like someone bloody took 2-3 sips off your drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we confronted the supervisor .. he said it is because we requested for less ice, without a slight feeling of remorse. Didn't even offer to change a new glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you bloody serve this cup to your customers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so furious that we demanded to speak to the Manager but ended up with a reply of "Our manager's only on morning shift."  =.=!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if our request / message is highlighted to the Manager the next morning. For all you know they would give a flying f**k about what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on .. that extra ml of tea/milk/water wouldn't improve your margin by even 1%. And changing a new glass for your customer is the least you could do after ripping off customers for the price that they're charging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you thought Starbucks and CoffeeBean are expensive. At least you'll never complain and you'll be cared and heard there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-8706846045147659556?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/8706846045147659556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=8706846045147659556&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/8706846045147659556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/8706846045147659556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/10/unacceptable.html' title='Unacceptable'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SO2ddFjtJXI/AAAAAAAABe0/5K7jBDETbes/s72-c/DSC03290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-810423950169164949</id><published>2008-10-09T11:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T14:13:46.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I just realized that I have been neglecting this blog for quite some time. There’s so much that I haven’t been updating that I don’t know where to start .. that always ends up in the archives. Enough of the procrastinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne has finally left for Melbourne. I didn’t expect that it would affect me that much. I was so sad. It sent me on a waterfall frenzy. It felt as though my “boyfriend” left to further his study overseas and I could only see him a couple of weeks each year. I missed the person that has showered me with support, guidance, a shoulder to cry on, ultimate patience and understanding, and keeping my hopes and faiths alive through the darkest and lowest that I have been through. And helped me through it all .. being there for me emotionally and physically. Now that she’s gone, I felt empty as I have been so dependent on her back then. But I’m glad to know that she’ll always be there for me even though she’s thousands of miles apart … just a text, a MSN message or a phone call away. I miss you Anne .. you have been a true friend and I really appreciate that. And may we be the best of friends for the longest time ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254990195043135618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SO15vYG08II/AAAAAAAABes/3RdHeIAPia4/s400/IMG_2036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ok Anne .. you can start your waterfall now ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emo suit !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the “Lion-mane” shoot ? It’s finally out in this month’s Female magazine. Nüyoü mag but I’ve yet to see it on newsstands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Loreal shoots are out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Maji brown collection …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254990196623216914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SO15vd_jERI/AAAAAAAABek/PjczH2d7NxI/s400/DSC03340.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;… and the lion-mane 60’s big curls look. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254990193609428674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SO15vSxATsI/AAAAAAAABec/JAaQRYXSTdo/s400/DSC03332-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I preferred the &lt;a href="http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/08/marathon-entry.html"&gt;pic &lt;/a&gt;Bon took for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not underestimate one's artistic cam whoring skills. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just wondering …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we know if our intuitions are right or are the psyco thoughts on the loose again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We women are well known to be natural born psycos. Please, am sure everyone has been there before. It’s just a matter of time before one snaps out of it otherwise they really go loco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have been “there” before, how do we know if it’s the ugly side is taking a peek to the outside world again after it has been banished to its deepest gallows? Sometimes we blame too much on the precedence. We end up blaming ourselves and bringing it upon us. It’s just like judging an ex-con by whatever cover it has. But in actual fact, for all you know, it’s our intuition that is giving us a big wake up slap and a “Helloooo !~”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in a relationship is like taking a big roller coaster ride … not the lousy ones in those cheapo funfairs in your neighbourhood, but those ones in Disneyland .. in the States mind you. You love it … you hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how can people actually admit that they love the “thrills” of the ups and downs. Oh you bloody well know you god damn hate the downs. When it comes to the people you love so deeply, that “down” impact is like sending your heart way down to your intestines and stuck there. Yea, very tormenting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day, one must have the courage to pick themselves up and move on. Time may heal most of the wounds. We’ll feel better, but somehow still bitter inside. I figured the challenge here isn’t just to move on. Remember the term “forgive and forget” ? Time allows us to forgive, but no matter what .. it’s just too hard to forget. And we women have such an imaginative and creative minds that we would ponder upon stuff that we are supposed to forget. Opening the files that have been closed long ago and to investigate deeper into those doubts we have at the back of the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OM“Bloody”G .. psyco thoughts on the loose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byno will go .. “Jamieeeeee ….. stop it !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that recently I've been surrounded by emotional fluctuations around me. And I understand very well that these people need more support, understanding and guidance through this phase. More than anything else, they all want a "solution" .. and answer to all their doubts. Where does it all start in the first place. Just when I was about to let my mind settle on this neverending discussion with no definite solution, last night's Tyra Show episode was about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insecurities often leads to Paranoia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it physical wise, or expectations from your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is a sudden gush of verbal diarrhea in my mind after the last fullstop. I feel it is rather inappropriate to publish my "mind diarrhea" coz it will do injustice to the male species, disrespecting people's private issues, subconsciouly inflict more damage to the already damaged/insecure/paranoia minds of those who are reading this, or just creating more unnecessary pondering. Let's just leave it as it is. Am sure everyone has their own story to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that more positive light comes to shine for those who have been suffering in the pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabana Manhunt Competition Finals is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am judging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it interesting being able to ogle and judge men shamelessly while they go all out to impress you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope they live up to my expectations. Though I'm trying not to have one too high.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But already having a headache deciding what to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only Alysher didn’t pressure me with “Please dress to kill” and having to hold up to people’s expectations with the title that I will be carrying then.&lt;br /&gt;Damn ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I were Jem and my entire wardrobe would be right there beside me every second of the day. No worries if I dressed up for the wrong occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what TV does to your brain?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-810423950169164949?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/810423950169164949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=810423950169164949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/810423950169164949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/810423950169164949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-realized-that-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SO15vYG08II/AAAAAAAABes/3RdHeIAPia4/s72-c/IMG_2036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-5998970323335295925</id><published>2008-09-22T17:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:48:45.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin Good Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I've been slacking on the entries real bad. Only can blame it on a whole sh!tload of reasons. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling Anne is heading back to Melb in exactly 11 days. For some reasons my heart sinks whenever I look at the calender, crossing out the days that passes by so quickly. She has been there physically and emotionally for me during the most depressing times (also you too BynoTan) and it will never be the same again. Though you'll still be there .. but not physically. Boohoo~ Where am I to find another psycopath that could understand me so well? Psycos only understand psycos. Psyco-Yaya-Sisterhood .. Hahahaha~ Well, we don't want that now don't we. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess for the next 11 days I'll &lt;em&gt;(and you too Byno) &lt;/em&gt;be basically neglecting almost everything and make the best of the remaining days with Anne. You are so missed woman! And Rebellion Madnezz will never be the same again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v329/28/28/500763109/n500763109_882263_223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v329/28/28/500763109/n500763109_882264_561.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SaCHA !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dear huggabuns hugga bunny boo scha celebrates at Walkers over the weekend. It's been a while since I had so much fun ! And oh, BlackLable clears the flu bug. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v323/216/75/645551376/n645551376_1308955_1443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v323/216/75/645551376/n645551376_1308960_3396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v323/216/75/645551376/n645551376_1308941_6602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v323/216/75/645551376/n645551376_1308967_5816.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This year Sean found 2 new brothers .. a younger brother (Anthony) and I guess BigOne is the new addition. For some reasons, I feel there's a strong bond from this picture. Sorry darling, I know you might hate it .. but am so lovin' it !!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*   *   *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Am planning on getting a new camera coz the old one is seriously dying on me, if not, taking a toll on my anger management till i eventually kill it. I've my plans on the Canon 860 IS but the nice honest lady over at the store asked me to hold my purchase coz they'll be launching their new models really soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Any good recommendations?&lt;br /&gt;Something like the 860 but much slimmer would be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Also not forgetting easy on the dollar would be extremely nice as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-5998970323335295925?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/5998970323335295925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=5998970323335295925&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/5998970323335295925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/5998970323335295925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/09/rockin-good-times.html' title='Rockin Good Times'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-7827394911404754</id><published>2008-09-12T11:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T11:32:58.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mister &amp; Miss Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have all had our fair share of relationship roller coaster rides ... whether or not that person is The One, no one knows. I always felt that it would be so much better if we all had a crystal ball that could tell what would happen next so that we won't even bother wasting our time making the first wrong move. But then again, there goes all the excitement and meaningful discovering period. It's always exciting ain't it .. like a rollercoaster ride .. exhillarating, but too much of it is bad for the heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men always ask, what do we women want? Seems like we're some kind of complicated species, and the men overrate themselves as the SimpleOne. Duhh~ Yea, we women don't know what we want, not in the sense as we have completely no idea, but we want so many things that we don't know how to put them in order. It's just like walking into a shoe store .. we don't know which to get, coz we want em all. So we have a problem in setting priority with the wants. And we want the impossible. The ultimate impossible. Getting them to think like us. Good luck on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just different, accept it. And Men will never come from Venus. Vise-versa, men should also accept that Women will never come from Mars. We'll all just have to wait for some kind of hybrid to exist. Good hybrids. Not "confused" hybrids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mail came in and have been wanting to share this inspiring thought with you peeps for the longest time ever, but ever since the internet at home is so screwed, coupled with the work-dementia-syndrome I've been suffering lately, my inspiration to write has gone downhill. I can't exactly be "inspired" to blog during working hours rite. Too much in the head. See, even this is going off track now. This is bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewind. Back in line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How Do I Know If I Married The Right Person?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or be with the right person for that matters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;This question has been weighing on everyone's mind even though all has been rosey posey. There's some kind of uncertainty which we call the Risk Factor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY relationship has a cycle. In the beginning, you fell in love with your spouse / partner . You anticipated their call, wanted their touch, and liked their idiosyncrasies (unconventional behavior/habit). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with your spouse wasn't hard. In fact, it was a completely natural and spontaneous experience. You didn't have to DO anything. That's why it's called 'falling' in love... Because it's happening TO YOU. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in love sometimes say, "&lt;em&gt;I was swept of my feet"&lt;/em&gt;. Think about the imagery of that expression. It implies that you were just standing there; doing nothing, and then something came along and happened TO YOU . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love is easy . It's a passive and spontaneous experience. But after a few years of marriage, the euphoria (excitement) of love fades. It's the natural cycle of EVERY relationship . Slowly but surely, phone calls become a bother (if they come at all), touch is not always welcome (when it happens), and your spouse's idiosyncrasies, instead of being cute, drive you nuts. The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship, but if you think about your marriage, you will notice a dramatic difference between the initial stage when you were in love and a much duller or even angry subsequent stage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, you and/or your spouse might start asking, &lt;em&gt;"Did I marry the right person?"&lt;/em&gt; And as you and your spouse reflect on the euphoria of the love you once had, you may begin to desire that experience with someone else. This is when marriages breakdown . People blame their spouse for their unhappiness and look outside their marriage for fulfillment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes. Infidelity is the most obvious. But sometimes people turn to work, a hobby, a friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your marriage. It lies within it. I'm not saying that you couldn't fall in love with someone else. You could. And TEMPORARILY you'd feel better. But you'd be in the same situation a few years later. Because (listen carefully to this): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The key to succeeding in marriage is not finding the right person; it's learning to love the person you found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. It'll NEVER just happen to you. You can't "find" LASTING love. You have to "make" it day in and day out. That's why we have the expression "The Labor of Love". Because it takes time, effort, and energy . And most importantly, it takes WISDOM . You have to know WHAT TO DO to make your marriage work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake about it. Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific things you can do (with or without your spouse) to succeed with your marriage. Just as there are physical laws of the universe (such as gravity), there are also laws for relationships. Just as the right diet and exercise program makes you physically stronger, certain habits in your relationship WILL make your marriage stronger. It's a direct cause and effect. If you know and apply the laws, the results are predictable... you can "make" love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love in marriage is indeed a 'decision'... Not just a feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this always:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God determines who walks into your life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is up to you to decide who you let walk away, who you let stay, and who you refuse to let go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;That's all for now from the Love Guru 101.&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/34895720-7827394911404754?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/7827394911404754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=7827394911404754&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/7827394911404754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/7827394911404754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/09/mister-miss-right.html' title='Mister &amp; Miss Right'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-2700234240425774078</id><published>2008-09-05T10:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T11:47:56.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Black Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gorgeous Black Heels for Sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea .. it's been worn, but only a handful of times (one hand) strutting on carpets and indoors for a couple of minutes each time. So far it's been used only during my shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really gorgeous .. and I love them so much, but it's too tight for me. So am letting this pair off and will be getting another pair in a bigger size!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242371210132266578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SMCk1yCrHlI/AAAAAAAABZw/dXaXz9vc_0Q/s400/DSC03220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242371214669989218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SMCk2C8jRWI/AAAAAAAABZ4/_LrjguQ4YFw/s400/DSC03221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242371218408892866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SMCk2Q3-acI/AAAAAAAABaA/r4xJ07ej1Xs/s400/DSC03223.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Brand:  Delicious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Color: Black Satin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Height:  3.5 - 4 inches .. Stillettoes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Size: 7 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shoes always vary in sizes .. God knows why .. Trust me .. I own shoes from size 5 up to 8 .. and they all fit perfectly well. Am sure everyone owns at least several pairs of Vincci shoes, and I wear a size 7 for theirs shoes. So peeps who fits Vincci shoes in 6 to 6.5 will fit perfectly well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condition:  Excellent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bought at:  &lt;a href="http://rebellion-makingyoulooksexier.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rebellion&lt;/a href&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Retail Price:  RM79.90&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am letting it go at RM 50.00.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mode of Delivery: Various mode of postages .. depending where you're from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me .. you can never go wrong with these. &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/34895720-2700234240425774078?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/2700234240425774078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=2700234240425774078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/2700234240425774078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/2700234240425774078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/09/black-rose.html' title='The Black Rose'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SMCk1yCrHlI/AAAAAAAABZw/dXaXz9vc_0Q/s72-c/DSC03220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-6459757072682504488</id><published>2008-08-29T19:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:02:41.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This entry has been sitting here as draft post for the longest time ever. My super slack diseases is zonking me out into major slow-mo brain movement. Too much vegetation. I shall distant myself from BigOne or else my condition will deteriorate. But I know I won't. Loser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend getaway last 2 weeks brought be back to life for a bit. It has been quite a while since I pranced around like a gleeful and carefree child. A short trip .. but a long long day of yapping, bitching, laughing, gossipping, sand development, hugs, kisses, soaking in the sea and basking under the great sun and the soothing wind, dancing, eating, singing, kite flying, diving, cam whoring, underwater cam whoring ... you name it! The thing that makes it all happen .. great place and great people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v312/28/28/500763109/n500763109_811761_4129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics are all up at facebook .. courtesy from the albums of Nic, Inez, Haflin, Adrina .. and mine .. which is the ripping of all 4 camera owners. I've gotten loads of queries on Villa Danialla, but since my brain is major slow-mo mode, jez clickadee-click on this 2 links for more info at Haflin's blog which she has written about it; before I shamelessly plagiarize her entry on my blog. &lt;em&gt;Later kena sue ah .. dun pray pray!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Link 1 : &lt;a href="http://haflinsaiful.blogspot.com/2008/02/call-us-up-for-bookings-tel-09-7787-878.html"&gt;http://haflinsaiful.blogspot.com/2008/02/call-us-up-for-bookings-tel-09-7787-878.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link 2 : &lt;a href="http://haflinsaiful.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-fallen-in-luv.html"&gt;http://haflinsaiful.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-fallen-in-luv.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v335/5/93/699825415/n699825415_3965784_9935.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The pool is finally up .. the infinity pool overlooking the South China Sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v329/28/28/500763109/n500763109_811919_5559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v329/28/28/500763109/n500763109_811950_5789.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v335/5/93/699825415/n699825415_3965750_7810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v335/5/93/699825415/n699825415_3966010_4867.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The amazing people that I've met ..&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v312/28/28/500763109/n500763109_811771_6985.jpg" border="0" /&gt;InezDiva whom I vaguely remember after meeting her 3 years ago at her birthday party over at Ivy. But Nic and facebook brought us together .. and am missing her so much ever since.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v329/28/28/500763109/n500763109_811866_4657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then there's the couple that sends all to jealousy, the lovely AdriANA .. ok Adrina and her beloved boyfried Zariq who's been our court jester through the entire trip. Do not put Inez and Zariq together .. we will laugh .. but we will never understand. =) We were all here for Haflin's 26th Pink&amp;amp;Black Birthday Bash. All the more reasons to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v312/28/28/500763109/n500763109_811796_1989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;BigOne will be so terrified of meeting this people again. I feel that the camera phobic boy is so traumatized from this trip that he will never allow me to snap pictures of him for the next 6 months. But Darling .. you're amazing and the camera loves you. I suggested that we try changing him to a CareBear with a camera on his belly .. which Nic wished me good luck in trying so. For a person that doesn't understand why do people have to take wedding photos .. I guess I'll be making the impossible happen !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls have suggested to create a worthy cause for the animals. Dying animals to be exact. Instead of having them rot away with no purpose in their life, we suggest that they die with a purpose. To have their skins made into exotic handbags and shoes. Instead of killing live animals to do so .. which sprouts hatred and protests all over the world of injustice killing, we get them from those who are dying anyways. Great entreprenuership eh ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was a calling the week after .. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239893591319642978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SLfXdYt0A2I/AAAAAAAABZg/jcxzNcCJTR4/s400/facebook.JPG" border="0" /&gt;How shall I start on my business proposal ? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-6459757072682504488?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/6459757072682504488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=6459757072682504488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/6459757072682504488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/6459757072682504488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/08/beach-paradise.html' title='Beach Paradise'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SLfXdYt0A2I/AAAAAAAABZg/jcxzNcCJTR4/s72-c/facebook.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-971350389567917536</id><published>2008-08-20T12:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T15:03:33.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glittery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For a change .. I slipped into something very UNrevealing for a bridal shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it was like a culture shock for me coz I got to "express myself" in the other unconventional bridal shoots. This one requires me to be subtle, demure and non-dramatical. Like a royal Malay princess I was .. full of glitter of silver and gold .. bling from head to toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got the photos from Exclusive Bridal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-109.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v208/28/28/500763109/n500763109_790725_3704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-109.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v208/28/28/500763109/n500763109_790722_2899.jpg" border="0" /&gt;For the more modern couple .. although their elders will faint by the sight of the "chest" exposure! &lt;em&gt;Tak tutup aurat&lt;/em&gt; !! Muahahahhahah~&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-109.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v208/28/28/500763109/n500763109_790724_3436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 20.08.2008 !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-971350389567917536?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/971350389567917536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=971350389567917536&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/971350389567917536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/971350389567917536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_20.html' title='Glittery'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-1604848844257501298</id><published>2008-08-18T12:34:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T16:02:59.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry for the major MIA. I thought I could get my life back in order which the absence of the Godfather. No I wasn't swamped with work .. though I could be, but I just chose not to be. No excuses this time, I've been slacking way too much, vegetating my life away into dementia way before I am supposed to. Been up to everything but not the important: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I dwell into Facebook for the longest time ever, got hooked on BubbleTown coz I needed to beat AhKiat's score which I eventually did, but couldn't snigger at him coz he got Ace to hit the ultimate top score of 18-19 million. Still displeased with my record of 17+ million which is easily beaten by man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Couldn't figure out why other people could rip me off for thousands when they fight me at MobWars while I make a measely 5k from others. Just in my way of rolling funds to build my bloody hotel. Roarr~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kaypoh-nene &lt;/em&gt;on Facebook, Friendster .. and also people's blogs ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Double &lt;em&gt;kaypoh-nene&lt;/em&gt; on all-that-rage on DawnYang on her plastic life. Which eventually let to a lot of other Mediacorp stars such as Felicia Chin and Fiona Xie .. which am really interest in coz of all the interesting buzz about her. Read about all the ridicule of the plastic world on CozyCot .. and how &lt;em&gt;bohliao&lt;/em&gt; and narrow minded some people are on the plastic industry. Am dying to get rhinoplasty and some lip-plump job to look Wow-Wee .. does that make me a subject of disgusted discussion? But am so gutless to go through that .. and being Chinese, I can't turn a blind eye to the believe of having my &lt;em&gt;Jambu &lt;/em&gt;nose brings in prosperity and wealth. Shrinking it shrinks my potential bank account as well ? Yea .. coz a nose job and recovery-holiday in Korea could do wonders to the bank account as well. If only the whole process was non-painful and as simple as creating wonders through Photoshop, I only ask for .... rhinoplasty, lip job, a lil eye lift to balance out my imbalanced eyelids, leg extention of 2 inches, a boob increase of 2 cup sizes .. ermmm ...... think that's a about it. &lt;em&gt;Wahahahhaha ... slaps myself awake from the shallow superficial world.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Endless tea and hang out sessions with my fav girls. On behalf of Joanne as well .. am soooo sorry Byno for bearing with our constant bitching and whining. Thanks for being so patient with us ... we're like your problematic teenagers man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Vegetation weekend session with BigOne. If we continue to do that for a week, our skins my just grow attached to the bed sheets and we'll sink in to be part of the bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gaming on the PSP console till I doze off and wake up over and over again in a cycle just to finish the Final Fantasy game that's so ridiculously finish'eable without some help from the internet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really, you can't slack too much. It's a disease that's gonna eentually eat you, and produce a whole series of subsequent emotional diseases. My mind has been wandering for the past couple of weeks like a rebellious teenager when it started to hang out with bad company .. Miss Paranoia. Am now like a schizo on one side of a parent fighting to save their child from the bad influences and get them back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not the only psyco .. we all are .. especially women. We may look normal, but we're not! So men .. just a caution note. When you see that chick down the street .. she may be the torment of your life. I pity BigOne sometimes, the shit I put him through sometimes .. as though he hasn't have enough on his plate for now. Oh well .. you just have no choice sometimes when you love a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, what do women actually want in life? I guess we don't really know what we want .. and we're always never contented in what we have. Or maybe we go through phases in life and the transition period from one phase to another causes us to suffer some bipolar disorder. As John Gray puts is, because men are from mars and women are from venus, this happens. Aren't there some hybrid of marvenitians out there that are masculine enough, yet sensitive enough to understand us complex women? On the other hand, some drama in life makes it a lil more interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235715534945120594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SKj_if1l8VI/AAAAAAAABZI/fY8dYBErCCg/s400/DSC03084.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Another weekend of &lt;strike&gt;vegetation session&lt;/strike&gt; quality time spending with the loved one. Was delightedly greeted by the sunnies where he &lt;em&gt;buat-bodoh'ly&lt;/em&gt; and patiently waited for me to discover it. I knew something was amiss when refuse to head up to his room with me like hte usuals. Sweet &lt;em&gt;horr ...&lt;/em&gt; not so sweet lor when it was supposed to be given a week before. M.E.N. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No drama this time round for our anniversary celebration .. but we had something priceless .. major &lt;strike&gt;vegetation&lt;/strike&gt; quality time spent cuddling in warmth of each others arms while on a DVD marathon coupled with gluttony. BigOne's such a glutton it's not funny yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well .. we'll gonna make up for it this weekend over at Villa Dannialla. Beach retreat baybeehhhhhh ~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vogue Baby Vogue ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had another mag shoot last week and am so loving it. I wonder how the pic will turn out but am already very pleased with the shots we did ourselves. Major diva hair .. Dior inspired 60's big curls creation from Andy Chan Hair Studio. CasterBaby had hers for CitaBella mag .. the same style I did for the Loreal new Maji color only her highlights were in bright purple! Vampy-goth if u can imagine ... with longer tresses. &lt;em&gt;Chio lor&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walkthrough to the final product ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c381/jamieternity/1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am so loving it that am over promoting myself ... muahahhahahah~ &lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v312/28/28/500763109/n500763109_782905_8351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v312/28/28/500763109/n500763109_782905_8351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v312/28/28/500763109/n500763109_782906_8659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v312/28/28/500763109/n500763109_782906_8659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watch out for this in Nuyou mag - October issue. Babe-Jasmine is in as well. BigSisGeline .. aren't you proud of your lil'sis's ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rascal turns 49 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok laa .. the boy's only 7. Human age is 7 time more. The park outing is beginning to grow on me. But my boy's an anti-social brat that doesn't like making friends with other dogs, play ball or any doggie games, but indulges in area marking. I wonder how much pee does he ration in that tiny bladder of his. If he was human, he would be natural born successful realtor. I wonder if my future boy would pick on on this potential daddy's traits as well, I would make such a proud mommy. Imagine me being so pregnant with my vogue dior image. &lt;em&gt;Wahh .. chio !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The Birthday Boy .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v208/28/28/500763109/n500763109_782808_6612.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Poser .. Buttons.&lt;br /&gt;Button's such a cam whore that he strikes a pose with an excellent smile whenever you wanna snap pics of him. He's so gorgeous with that majestic mane/fur of his.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v208/28/28/500763109/n500763109_782776_4470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Grouch .. Blessings.&lt;br /&gt;This one .. charac only .. remains grouchy coz he hasn't had his beauty sleep, and I guess he doesn't really enjoy being dirty in the wet and damp park coz it rained earlier. It was so hard to get a decent picture of him coz he just refuses to sit still for the cam.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v208/28/28/500763109/n500763109_782800_3446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The anti-social (only to dogs) and major attention-seeker (only to humans) .. Schnappi.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what goes in that head of his. Loves only food and humans. And possessive to whatever items he calls his own i.e. anything enters the cage belongs to him .. and ONLY him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v208/28/28/500763109/n500763109_782782_6567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Is there any other parks that is well maintained where dogs are able to run happily and freely in JB? Seriously the one in Pelangi Indah is our best compromise coz the people here don't mind toy dogs. Joanne had some bad experiences in Setia Indah though the park was not too bad, but people there regarded that as a Halal park. You can imagine how self centered and some people are when they get carried away with religion! For crying out loud .. it's a PUBLIC park. Rascal's an ozzie pup who gets to run and play freely in an amazing park down under .. if we could understand his language, he would bitch so much whenever we hit JB park. Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to spend the day under the sun, bonding with the girls .. bitch about life .. analyze men .. stuff ourselves silly with loads of junk .. some practical lessons on being a mommy .. and top it up with some manicure. Tabby brought along her prized possession and I had her skillfully do my nails in Fuschia with glitter tip. Hope I can maintain it long enough till this weekend for Haflin's Pink&amp;amp;Black birthday bash.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v208/28/28/500763109/n500763109_782805_5399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After seeing this .. Dad finally agreed to let Schnapp-Boy get some clothes.&lt;br /&gt;For some reasons, I feel he looks like that tortoise character from the Super Mario game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v208/28/28/500763109/n500763109_782821_2274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-1604848844257501298?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/1604848844257501298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=1604848844257501298&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/1604848844257501298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/1604848844257501298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/08/marathon-entry.html' title='Sunshine'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SKj_if1l8VI/AAAAAAAABZI/fY8dYBErCCg/s72-c/DSC03084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-2438106132320887444</id><published>2008-08-11T10:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T10:57:17.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary to Us !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;366 days ago ..  two souls defied the predetermined fates and believed that love conquers all and that they determine their own fate. What resulted after was a pairing of a weirdo and a psyco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it was alway not rosy, but nevertheless it was an amazing ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have you to thank my dear .. for loving me and for being there for me all the time. Though you may not be a romeo and have a PhD in expressing your love, I appreciate that you do in your own little and mighty ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the one man that has made such an impact in my life ... and have touched my soul like no other ... and have made me realized what true love meant ... and understand how it is when one say "I can't live without you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I love you darling .. and if only there's another word that is mightier than that .. coz I love you more than I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK .. Bring on the puke! I'm sorry for ruining your Monday if it isn't already bad enough. &lt;em&gt;*big annoying grin*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever Thine .. Ever Mine .. Ever Ours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This has so stuck on me ever since SATC made it oh so famous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c381/jamieternity/vj-11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't love-diarreahea here .. as it's solely for the special person. But I think I've already did enough damage. OK .. bring on the second load of puke .. I knew the first one wasn't enough for you guys!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-2438106132320887444?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/2438106132320887444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=2438106132320887444&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/2438106132320887444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/2438106132320887444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='Happy Anniversary to Us !'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-439880574597312773</id><published>2008-08-06T17:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:29:50.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As the boss steps out ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;The office morphs into my deluded world of fantasy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have the entire week to myself to finish off on every outstanding matter that is piling up to the ceiling due to my bad time management and spoilt working attitude that chooses to work only at my own pace, unless otherwise being forced by tight deadlines from the al'mighty of the company. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also on any outstanding personal matters which seriously needs to be updated i.e. uploading pics from my mobile, facebook, blog, &lt;em&gt;kaypoh&lt;/em&gt; about the social scene, be more knowledgeable, current news .. &lt;em&gt;though that do not fancy me that much coz it's like little girls whining, pointing fingers at each other and end up pulling each other's pigtails .. sigh .. what's the world coming to?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes so much quickly when you're doing what you're not supposed to be paid doing in the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Partying" in my own world and singing to the incredible beats of Jamiroquai, bitch on MSN and .. fold paper money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231341614099534130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SJl1ey8fETI/AAAAAAAABZA/Ss4uDZqlMcQ/s400/DSC03078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least the last was for the "benefit" and "purpose" of the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to production ... and Canned Heat rockxxx big time baybeh !&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/34895720-439880574597312773?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/439880574597312773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=439880574597312773&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/439880574597312773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/439880574597312773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/08/as-boss-steps-out.html' title='As the boss steps out ...'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SJl1ey8fETI/AAAAAAAABZA/Ss4uDZqlMcQ/s72-c/DSC03078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-5680944661267465764</id><published>2008-07-31T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T17:23:13.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Temperature is rising. It's effing blazing hot outside that I'll just starve for lunch. But impossible for such a glutton like moi. I'm down south and I'm complaining. I can't imagine being up north. I literally died the last time when I was back in the northern island last year. &lt;em&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almighty one .. we could make do with some rain now. Let it fall at 5.30pm Malaysian Time. &lt;em&gt;Just in time for me to get off work and not stuck in the jam .. and cool enough before I faint of major heat wave during yoga.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Time check. 5.19pm. No signs of any dark clouds and the sunning is shining at it's mightiest glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Balik laa ..... &lt;/em&gt;the solar system also have official working hours. Wonder why the sun is punching in extra hours lately. Mid-year assessment perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh .. it's gonna be a torturing session .. when it was supposed to be a calming workout session. Guess I'm yet to connect with my inner-self and constantly focus on the external environment instead. &lt;em&gt;Natural born Kay-poh sia!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-5680944661267465764?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/5680944661267465764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=5680944661267465764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/5680944661267465764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/5680944661267465764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/07/burnt.html' title='Burnt'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-7125340254257412967</id><published>2008-07-28T18:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T18:29:54.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's never easy being a woman .. especially when you have to deal with emotional roller coasters every month for a couple of days. One minute you're happy one minute you're sad one minute frustrated one minute angry, and the whole list from the emotional encyclopedia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My emotional journal entry as of today ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.00 am - Pouty ... don't feel loved enough by BigOne&lt;br /&gt;8.15 am - Feel loved after some pampering ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;9.30 am - Moody .. monday blues kicking in coupled with post-weekend rendezvous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;11.00 am - Frustrated .. exchanging complains and whines with Joanne on how sucky life is and demanding additional 300% attention from BigOne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;1.30 pm - Pissed coz he hasn't called although he promised to in the morning. Even pissier mood coz am so effing hunrgy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;2.30 pm - Feeling happier and cheery after some carbs intake over lunch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;2.45 pm - Sad .. feeling very neglected and unwanted and demands some loving attention from BigOne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;3.00 pm - Smiley &lt;em&gt;(is that even an emotion?)&lt;/em&gt; .. Feeling loved after getting attention-therapy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;3.20 pm - Feeling even more perkier after receiving my 625 rebate. Already annoying DaddyDearest on how to celebrate my &lt;em&gt;Xiao-Tu's &lt;/em&gt;4-year birthday, setting Schnappi's official birthday, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;3.30 pm - Excited .. while I am so engrossed with the latest gossips over MSN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;4.30 pm - Sleepy .. moody .. bitching on how I hate to work and if possible not work anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;5.30 pm - Perky .. caffein kicked in and ready to do some work. Ironically, officially working hours is now over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;6.00 pm - Comical .. laughing at myself on how embarrassing and silly that my armpit have been itching for the longest time ever. Am so lonely here I can't annoy anyone with my nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;6.20 pm - Feeling crappy .. staring at the vanity mirror and sighs at how terrible my complexion is. I yearn for beautiful complexion of the Korean/Japanese/Taiwanese. Ghostly pale it might be, but I don't have to deal with the bumps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it as of for now. I still think it's so funny and embarrassing how one has an armpit itch. I can &lt;em&gt;selumber &lt;/em&gt;scratch it here coz my privacy level is atmospheric high when the boss steps out. What if those who are surrounded by cubicles and people everywhere? We women have our embarrassing moments .. nipple itch, crotch itch &lt;em&gt;(do we even call our fellow feline that?) &lt;/em&gt;How do we discreetly deal with it is damn funny. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-7125340254257412967?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/7125340254257412967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=7125340254257412967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/7125340254257412967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/7125340254257412967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/07/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed Feelings'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-5301173786744731887</id><published>2008-07-24T13:12:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:22:12.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bag Spa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Advertorial&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Congrats to SisBro Long on the opening of his new business ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Bag Spa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="163" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c381/jamieternity/logo-1.gif" width="617" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Our super-&lt;em&gt;chun'ted &lt;/em&gt;advert that we posted in TheStar newspaper for his opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c381/jamieternity/MyBag261x1801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c381/jamieternity/MyBag261x180-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Opened Now @ Berjaya Time Square KL !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;08-83, Level 8 Berjaya Time Square 1,&lt;br /&gt;Jalan Imbi, 55100 Kuala Lumpur&lt;br /&gt;(T) 016-783 8238&lt;br /&gt;(E) &lt;a href="mailto:enquiry@mybagspa.com"&gt;enquiry@mybagspa.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operating Hours: Mon-Sat: 12pm - 7pm, Sun: 1pm - 5pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mybagspa.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;MyBagSpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is not just an average professional cleaner for your belongings. From cleaning away stains to color restoration of Leather articles, they make sure that all items that are serviced by them looks, feels and smells as good as new! MyBagSpa are actively involved in improving their clients experience on their services and offering superb products all the time, making sure that new technologies, solutions, techniques and everything else are better able to help them restore your belongings to near new conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ask the experts about anything, and they'll offer you our best and honest opinions based on our experiences - offering preventive products to take care of your beloved belongings. MyBagSpa strives to build a reputation where people loves instead of creating a reputation that no one hates Winning hearts one at a time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you lazy people out there .. who don't have the time to do basically everything, but have ample time to chill out, party, hang out, go vacation, rot and mould at home, etc .. you can still have your babies serviced without having to move your lazy arses. MyBagSpa offer service my mail, where you can leave the pickup to the courier companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics will be updated next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226469711535992034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SIgmgvlw7OI/AAAAAAAABYo/Hxg16jE4Q5M/s400/leshinebagservice+01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226469715390016322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SIgmg98oq0I/AAAAAAAABYw/OM4o3QdzD14/s400/leshinebagservice+03.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Do visit their website for more information at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mybagspa.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;http://www.mybagspa.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They offer loads of information on choosing the right bag for yourself, information on bag materials, bag symptoms &lt;em&gt;(sickness or disease as I would call it) &lt;/em&gt;, preventive measures, and also methods used to restore the condition of the bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, you didn't pay all that money for that Chanel to have some guy rubbing thinner and shoe dye on it for 5 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally ... the one this that you're hesitating on ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How reliable are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say that Coach did refer them to a top celebrity who recently just got her bags serviced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pics to be updated when I get back from their opening this weekend.&lt;br /&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/34895720-5301173786744731887?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/5301173786744731887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=5301173786744731887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/5301173786744731887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/5301173786744731887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-bag-spa.html' title='My Bag Spa'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SIgmgvlw7OI/AAAAAAAABYo/Hxg16jE4Q5M/s72-c/leshinebagservice+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-93537290911253051</id><published>2008-07-23T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T19:06:01.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batik &amp; Songket Galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The mag is out much earlier than expected.&lt;br /&gt;Newtide Mag - August 2008 issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly we all weren't that satisfied with the pics .. coz we weren't heavily photoshoped.&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on, eveyone's heavyly photoshoped in magazines. That's why I always say, pictures are deceiving. Major deceiving. I've got people telling me how gorgeous I am when they see my pics, until they say the real person, then they'll say something like "You look better in person". Yea rite .. who we kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Byno .. I know you badly you wanna give me tight slap to wake me up from all the negativities. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok laaaa&lt;/em&gt; ... it's not as bad as it is. I was just expecting sooooo much more from it. The &lt;em&gt;angmoh&lt;/em&gt; from the spread before and after our section was flawless .. can tell the major difference lor. I bet she's as unperfect as all of us also .. &lt;em&gt;(making myself feel better). &lt;/em&gt;The pics obviously didn't do any justice to Jasmine's super slim body .. who in the pics have pot bellies, and ugly crotch lines from the tights (big no no man!) that her friends asked her to go on a diet. Any thinner and her existance will suddenly vanish. &lt;em&gt;Ya laa .. my pot belly got no excuses laa .. happy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;But this pics rocks ... Love the poise, the pose, the elegance ..&lt;br /&gt;they call it the "Miss" photoshoot. Miss Chinese International?? &lt;em&gt;*teehee*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SIcNoFaMF0I/AAAAAAAABYA/jUkqQcQ_R08/s1600-h/nt-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226160874884699970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SIcNoFaMF0I/AAAAAAAABYA/jUkqQcQ_R08/s400/nt-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the groupie pics ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SIcNof1lWUI/AAAAAAAABYI/NYkf3TxVJfE/s1600-h/nt0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226160881978923330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SIcNof1lWUI/AAAAAAAABYI/NYkf3TxVJfE/s400/nt0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but basket ... these people dunno how to croup pics properly ...&lt;br /&gt;This pic rocked too .. but I kena cropped too much =.=!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the multicolor songket collection from Bill Keith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SIcNoYxLJ2I/AAAAAAAABYQ/kW05_s2e6x4/s1600-h/nt0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226160880081381218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SIcNoYxLJ2I/AAAAAAAABYQ/kW05_s2e6x4/s400/nt0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can't wait to see the Loreal one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience my dearss ... &lt;em&gt;*wink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-93537290911253051?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/93537290911253051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=93537290911253051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/93537290911253051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/93537290911253051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/07/batik-songket-galore.html' title='Batik &amp; Songket Galore'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SIcNoFaMF0I/AAAAAAAABYA/jUkqQcQ_R08/s72-c/nt-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-8778867444709278580</id><published>2008-07-21T17:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:22:22.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebellion .. Making You Look Sexier</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Advertorial&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A woman can never have enough of everything .. bags, clothes, love, attention .. &lt;strong&gt;SHOES&lt;/strong&gt;! Yea .. especially shoes. Coz we can get shoes for so much cheaper than bags, it can be, but I have yet to reach the state where I strot around the streets in babies that costs several hundreds. Whoaa .. heart pain! I was THIS close to getting the babies over at capital F but there wasn't any place to justify my purchase to proudly show them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However ... for all you shoe fettish people out there who are so sick of generic shoe designs that everyone has .. there's a cure! Especially when you're living in a &lt;em&gt;kampung&lt;/em&gt; like where I am, everyone would have the same thing if it was pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to worry, &lt;a href="http://rebellion-makingyoulooksexier.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rebellion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the answer to all your prayers. All their shoes are imported from USA, Japan, Europe, UAE, and basically almost anywhere, with limited stocks and sizes. So, you might be the only one having them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're lucky, you might be able to get your hands on some designer babies .. Ted Baker, Replay, Top Shop, Marc by Marc Jacobs, ASOS, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fab chunks from ASOS - in patent black and satin baby pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225405484372954642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SIRemkdtjhI/AAAAAAAABXY/3FodzvBk3DM/s400/IMG_2039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tartan pumps from Replay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225403192934911570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SIRchMMTzlI/AAAAAAAABW4/rrtZpKSqEMU/s400/IMG_2017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Don't worry, these shoes are not fake or replicas. These are additonal stocks direct from the manufacturing factory, and please be ensured that they are not rejected items. These are "BRAND NEW" and additonal stock which the factory manufactured. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Looking for heels that are super high but super COMFY is tough. I have tried looking for heels that are 4-inches high for my parading job but it's so hard to find a fabulous-SATC-like one. Either that or I've been looking at all the wrong places. =.=! Anne, the professional 'stilt-walker' actually 'stilt-walked' most of Singapore and didn't even get a blister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky-high heels from ASOS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225401884354191906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SIRbVBWWoiI/AAAAAAAABWQ/PGi0ITmCSXg/s400/DCP_2817+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Miqieranni's&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225403190643016130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SIRchDp4QcI/AAAAAAAABXA/v0UaLN0S48Y/s400/IMG_2018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glamourous heels for all kinds of functions. Gives the final touch or extra pinch of glam to any plain dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call this the Paris Hilton stillettos.&lt;br /&gt;But it didn't come in my size :(&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225403196413883250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SIRchZJws3I/AAAAAAAABXI/BDIMbo2VgLM/s400/IMG_2019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Delicious rose heels - in Black, Red, Brown and Cream.&lt;br /&gt;They're so lovely you gonna have a hard time choosing which color.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225403193347505714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SIRchNurfjI/AAAAAAAABWw/-mkKBQhs1lI/s400/IMG_2016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Breckelles purple satin peep toe. It's so SexAndTheCity! Only that they're a fraction of what Carrie's Manolo's cost!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225401898124347298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SIRbV0pah6I/AAAAAAAABWo/PrvO7rJLwGc/s400/IMG_2028+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh .. and if you're one of those people with "Caucasian-Size" feet, and have trouble looking shoes that actually fit, and have to go broke buying international designer shoes coz they only stock such sizes .. Rebellion do stock shoes up to size 9-10. I know what it's like after going shopping with Tasha, that even capital F have limited shoes in 9.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the missing toes in the purple heels, yea, they come only in size 9 .. so boo-hoo to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unique one of the kind shoes ..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225403205460526466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SIRch62phYI/AAAAAAAABXQ/3K5zMmbJnxo/s400/IMG_2025+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These boots are made for walking ...&lt;br /&gt;I was cursing so much that I live in a one-season country and can't enjoy wearing "leg covers"! And I can't do it without having people staring at me with the most ridiculous expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leather slick-wedged boots .. super chio!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225405487280494658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SIRemvS7GEI/AAAAAAAABXg/52UhzJAh7PI/s400/IMG_2040+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Japanese brand Shining ribbon-back with gold heels.&lt;br /&gt;Available in black and grey.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225401888879017954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SIRbVSNJ_-I/AAAAAAAABWY/uCNBvDQQ8vk/s400/DCP_2778+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bling shoes ..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225405489018980466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SIRem1xaSHI/AAAAAAAABXw/mAG1YFETiRU/s400/IMG_2030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;.. that even comes in flats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225401886716903234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SIRbVKJqv0I/AAAAAAAABWI/uccMqgxJVxQ/s400/DCP_2729+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Plus so much more!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225405485696232162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SIRempZNKuI/AAAAAAAABXo/nIEkTX6msmk/s400/IMG_2029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Choices that will make you go wild .. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225405491537496226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SIRem_J3yKI/AAAAAAAABX4/VeFurgd8o4Q/s400/IMG_2031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what everyone has been wondering somewhere in the middle of this entry .. waiting for this sentence to pop up somewhere ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are very affordable !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go check out Rebellion now at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Zon Shopping Centre, Ground Floor, in front of Watsons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're bloody lazy or an avid online-shopper, do check out their website &lt;a href="http://rebellion-makingyoulooksexier.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rebellion .. Making You Look Sexier&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to order online and have them shipped directly to your footsteps. However, please do not be disappointed with the choices coz it's yet to be fully updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do highly recommend that you visit their store coz you'll be able to find loads of other hidden treasures i.e. tattoo'ed Ed Hardy jackets, Harley Davidson shirts, designer bling/&lt;em&gt;zh'ng&lt;/em&gt; vanity mirrors, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start stocking up now on shoes that won't make you broke! &lt;em&gt;*teehee*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-8778867444709278580?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/8778867444709278580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=8778867444709278580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/8778867444709278580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/8778867444709278580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/07/rebellion-making-you-look-sexier.html' title='Rebellion .. 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I prefer being busy .. I really feel very insecure when I am "useless" and wasting company's funds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(if BigOne's reading this, he'll do his signature "W" whatever sign).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here you go .. all the pics that I've promised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Gorgeous Haflin's visit to Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was here last weekend, so am waiting for her to post pics up in facebook so I can go grab 'em. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BigOne refuses to agree with me that we somehow look alike .. at least a wee bit.&lt;br /&gt;I simply adore her .. and men jez hold their breaths when she walk past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For those who don't get it .. no, she's not smelly ! &lt;em&gt;Duhh !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221737158213773346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SHdWR4nKKCI/AAAAAAAABV4/AkjCBUE5FsA/s400/n578819131_629266_7214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Taking pictures everywhere on Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;No offence peeps .. but I felt like we're foreign workers hanging out on Orchard on a sunny Sunday afternoon. Come on, locals don't do that. And yea, people from JB are considered local.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221737147605935778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SHdWRRGDZqI/AAAAAAAABVg/iSxLj0MM1k4/s400/n578819131_629217_2410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Shoe shopping frenzy.&lt;br /&gt;My beloved from the capital F. And they all came in my size.&lt;br /&gt;Move along before I whine further.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221737154661032146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SHdWRrYHoNI/AAAAAAAABVo/qP_k41rMZ-g/s400/n578819131_629216_1678.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Irristable heels at Aldo at irrisistable discounts.&lt;br /&gt;So yummy you can jez chew all of em.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221737159690348370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SHdWR-HM51I/AAAAAAAABVw/vNaOYwvkj7U/s400/n578819131_629265_6732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic finally came down to JB too. He's so terrified about the safety here after being incredibly brainwashed by his colleagues. It's being overrated. I survived here for more than a decade .. can't be that bad rite. &lt;em&gt;*consoling myself*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221737167775085618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SHdWScOwNDI/AAAAAAAABWA/tFxQuhKPCR8/s400/DSC02870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;As wretched as this city might be, I was able to bring him to a decent restaurant that served decent food. Gianni's at Jalan Serampang. My weekend restaurant with BigOne. We're not very creative in ordering and we're also very "faithful" to our food, hence the usuals. Save the headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al tonno salad, Quarttro formaggio pizza with turkey ham, and Carbonara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're so stuffed to even have room for tiramisu. Next weekend maybe &lt;em&gt;(which so happens to be today!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Kinda sad that I have to cancel my trip up with SookWei next weekend due to the wedding expo at Persada. Was looking forward to some major fun with Nic. Rekindling of childhood. Very hesitant about it .. but Nic insisted that we'll do it next time ... he kept reminding me "Earning money is more important!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron's finally back to JB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 months the pics are finally posted up on facebook. Abit too late rite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it'll be ages before you actually make your way back here again. And it'll be long before I actually quit my job and fly over for a 3 month parasiting holiday over at your continent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a picture of all of us taken at your farewell party before you left us for 11 years before your comeback. Look at how much we have grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken in 1997. The SKST gang.&lt;br /&gt;(L-R at the back): Xavier, Joel, Andrea&lt;br /&gt;(L-R in the front): Akhbar, Cam, Moi, I-Ling&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221733952062060274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SHdTXQxBdvI/AAAAAAAABU4/52DL2kwNOzM/s400/DSC02879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Some 11 years after ...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221733952576411778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SHdTXSrp2II/AAAAAAAABVA/wo5sBzgOAgE/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(L-R): Jansen (who's also from the same batch), Andrea, Cam, Xavier, Moi .. and Joel in the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jansen and Andrea have been dating for years. Sweet isn't it. People who actually date their childhood sweethearts don't exist anymore. Childhood i.e. dated back to primary school. Now beat that !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe-Jasmine turns 26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the belated wishes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Belated Birthday Babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was asking why don't I ever throw a party anymore for my birthdays. I prolly might just next year ... but thinking the hassle of it jez puts me off on the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken last year ...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221733964455038706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SHdTX-7vTvI/AAAAAAAABVQ/pVscTEbxWF0/s400/DSC00305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Reenactment in 2008.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221733960211051986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SHdTXvH5NdI/AAAAAAAABVI/cLrrgeh1Jh0/s400/IMG_2334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;There's some very obvious aging going on. Scared !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the picture entry that seems so pointless. Everything is so outdated that needs to all go out or never. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-723527483977006089?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/723527483977006089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=723527483977006089&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/723527483977006089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/723527483977006089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/07/me-mates.html' title='Me Mates'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SHdWR4nKKCI/AAAAAAAABV4/AkjCBUE5FsA/s72-c/n578819131_629266_7214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-6505213377910355837</id><published>2008-07-03T15:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T16:23:40.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Everybody's getting married ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so am i ........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt;. =.= !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have been googling around for the perfect dress IF my big day was around the corner. The only ones that captured my interests were the designer pieces that oozes sheer simplicity and elegance and luxe. I've been "married" a billion times and have yet to "meet" the perfect gown that I fell in love. Bridal shops usually will display their top pieces for their exhibitions and shows, they're beautiful, but somehow something was missing somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few pieces that caught my attention ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this piece so much from VeraWang.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218696620240675378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SGyI7R_6IjI/AAAAAAAABUY/h1uM_rRS1lo/s400/vera+wang1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also from Vera ..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218696620568413730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SGyI7TODBiI/AAAAAAAABUg/sndJh-Nc8rE/s400/vera+wang2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From CarolinaHerrera ..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218697821706446226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SGyKBNzq5ZI/AAAAAAAABUo/pljH_6SbWns/s400/-143334755b3a20aa7d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I think it's pretty .. but Eds thinks it looks like a cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And alot more from Carolina Herrera which I got so confused which to post here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps my preference will change in the future. *wink* Loads of "marriage" jobs this month .. who knows I might stumble across one. Hope I have enough time to camwhore backstage .. have been missing doing that in a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a couple of good designers featured in the SATC movie. But why the hell did Carrie pick the VivienneWestwood one?? No offence but I think it looks hideous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218697819684429682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SGyKBGRlX3I/AAAAAAAABUw/MFscDP-5B50/s400/sarah-jessica-parker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(1) The cup area so totally don't compliment any body size or shape.&lt;br /&gt;(2) It's not elegant or pretty or whatever description a bridal gown should be. Looks like some project made from recycled brown bags.&lt;br /&gt;(3) Turquoise bird head piece? Langgar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(4) Everybody will hate me for hating everything about this gown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't misunderstand me. I LOVE Carrie ... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but I love Samantha more *hehe*&lt;/span&gt; .. and I LOVE Sex And The City. This picture really caught me off guard and I think she's damn muscular lor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brides-to-be out there .. don't overdo the work-out .. you'll accidentally end up looking like that ! So not flattering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-6505213377910355837?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/6505213377910355837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=6505213377910355837&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/6505213377910355837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/6505213377910355837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/07/dress.html' title='THE Dress'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SGyI7R_6IjI/AAAAAAAABUY/h1uM_rRS1lo/s72-c/vera+wang1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-7251393769018972962</id><published>2008-07-02T10:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T15:50:16.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ipoh Mali</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; With a blink of an eye .. I've been with this company for almost 4 years. And it's my first job. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever need to update my resume, obviously it won't be an attractive one having only one job experience. I have grown to love the people here just like a family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Annual Conference destination ... Ipoh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was originally much more exciting with plans to Taman Negara, but due to whatever financial reasons or "whatever" reasons, we just have to make do with Ipoh. Abit anti-climaxing &lt;em&gt;laa&lt;/em&gt; when the plans were changed, but it turned out to be not as bad as it seems. Great job by the committee. &lt;em&gt;Heng no need to do all those tedious job this year .. kekeke! &lt;/em&gt;At least the new batch of people prooved themselves worthy to be one of the "fei-ka" gang whose members have previously left us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218307947041208194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SGsnbhf9N4I/AAAAAAAABTA/n5T89esE1ZI/s400/group.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; For a change of environment for the conference, we went au-natural.&lt;br /&gt;Too natural ! In a cave ... FYI, it's real.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218307952952407378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SGsnb3hS9VI/AAAAAAAABTI/1vxKpis48EQ/s400/MAC_270608_071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some "leisure activity" during our tea-break.&lt;br /&gt;Tiger feeding session. I salute the "feeder" or emcee for being able to repeat his script word-by-word in every feeding session. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218307952806970706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SGsnb2-nxVI/AAAAAAAABTQ/gbetoPcavog/s400/MAC_270608_192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our fellow &lt;em&gt;lengzhai's &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;lenglui's &lt;/em&gt;from KL ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218307958006273154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SGsncKWO1II/AAAAAAAABTY/8IuHCUvfAMo/s400/MAC_270608_293.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; My family in JB. Exceptional for the guy in red at the far right. He's from KL .. but insisted to be in this JB Group picture coz his hometown is in Muar. I should be in theirs and Penang's as well since I have an identity crisis of where my origins are.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218307960449863138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SGsncTc1DeI/AAAAAAAABTg/QYlvw7tOcb0/s400/MAC_270608_295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had no idea how "ulu" Ipoh is. Come on, it's like one of the major cities in Malaysia, so I expected it to be better than JB .. but ...... &lt;em&gt;*no comments*&lt;/em&gt; Sorry if I offended anyone from Ipoh, but I guess you guys left the city to better off elsewhere. Oh come on, just admit it. Everybody left Ipoh so there isn't much need to develop it into this &lt;em&gt;canggih&lt;/em&gt; city. Save the money. No wonder people there are rich !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it or not, you can't leave Ipoh without having the infamous ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nga-choi (beansprout a.k.a. tauge) ... and ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218308205336732626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SGsnqjuaI9I/AAAAAAAABTw/dwNh4uBLTik/s400/MAC_270608_480.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Pak-Zham-Kai (white/hainanese chicken)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SGsnqZtF39I/AAAAAAAABTo/J6JFyINuQQM/s1600-h/MAC_270608_479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218308202646855634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SGsnqZtF39I/AAAAAAAABTo/J6JFyINuQQM/s400/MAC_270608_479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another offending statement: What so special about it ??? Am just really really curious! We have better chicken in JB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whoaaa .. suddenly promote JB &lt;em&gt;lebih lebih, padahal&lt;/em&gt; I condemn this place in almost every single blog entry ... hahahha ... must buy 4-D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some interesting finds in this biscuit shop with a 1.5 foot wide isle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot find any other visiting gift more "ideal" than this ..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218318687609616370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SGsxMtPA9_I/AAAAAAAABUA/UUluXkNHtQ0/s400/P1070951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Beloved / Kekasih Biscuits ...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218318688510073042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SGsxMwls2NI/AAAAAAAABUI/fqpXnX4B30Q/s400/P1070952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I recommend that my sales staff buy these .. to "cool" off in the incredible heat when they're out in the field. &lt;em&gt;Old-skool sia !&lt;/em&gt; Can imagine how &lt;em&gt;sua-ku&lt;/em&gt; I am .. I've been living in the city for far too long! In the future, my kids will have history lessons on what items are extinct, or perhaps some genius will come up with a picture book on these extinct items. At least they know it existed once.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218318691442597506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SGsxM7g3noI/AAAAAAAABUQ/OWUp_RA4wbc/s400/P1070954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-7251393769018972962?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/7251393769018972962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=7251393769018972962&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/7251393769018972962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/7251393769018972962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/07/ipoh-mali.html' title='Ipoh Mali'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SGsnbhf9N4I/AAAAAAAABTA/n5T89esE1ZI/s72-c/group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-1193173596313976567</id><published>2008-06-26T09:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T11:40:44.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever Thine .. Ever Mine .. Ever Ours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SGMODX_-MaI/AAAAAAAABS4/Mo-jLa3w0V4/s1600-h/DSC02316-2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216028244569895330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SGMODX_-MaI/AAAAAAAABS4/Mo-jLa3w0V4/s400/DSC02316-2+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though still in bed, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my thoughts go out to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my Immortal Beloved, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now and then joyfully, then sadly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can live only wholly with you or not at all - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, unhappily it must be so - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will be the more contained since you know my fidelity to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one else can ever possess my heart - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never - never - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And yet my life in V is now a wretched life-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At my age I need a steady, quiet life - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can that be so in our connection? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My angel, I have just been told that the mailcoach goes every day - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;therefore I must close at once so that you may receive the letter at once -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be calm, only by a clam consideration of our existence &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can we achieve our purpose to live together - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be calm - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love me - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what tearful longings for you - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you - my life - my all - farewell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh continue to love me - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ever thine ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ever mine ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ever ours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beethoven&lt;br /&gt;Love Letters from Great Men &amp;amp; Women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-1193173596313976567?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/1193173596313976567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=1193173596313976567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/1193173596313976567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/1193173596313976567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/06/ever-thine-ever-mine-ever-ours.html' title='Ever Thine .. Ever Mine .. Ever Ours'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SGMODX_-MaI/AAAAAAAABS4/Mo-jLa3w0V4/s72-c/DSC02316-2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-1320782764106608555</id><published>2008-06-23T09:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T09:31:24.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is there to believe in anymore ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wished I was never here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is too tormenting sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crumbling down .. it's crumbling down on me but it just won't kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't it just kill me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it just be better then to just disappear with everything else ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-1320782764106608555?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/1320782764106608555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=1320782764106608555&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/1320782764106608555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/1320782764106608555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-is-there-to-believe-in-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-6049194391043589211</id><published>2008-06-18T11:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T12:33:18.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Babelicious Haflin was down in lion city over the weekend. Gawd I missed her soo much. Tash was one hell of a woman as well. Both hell of a shopper too. And for the first time, I caught a movie in Singapore. There would only be a handful of people from Malaysia who would pay 2.35 times more to watch a movie. To begin with, the cinemas was abit &lt;em&gt;errmm ... &lt;/em&gt;(i shall not comment further). Anyways, we loved the movie. There was everything to love in the movie. The SHOES .. bags .. gorgeous dresses .. and that miracle wardrobe of Carrie's. Super the geram. According to Lin, the movie would only be out in Malaysian cinemas next month. I seriously have no idea on how the movie is gonna be screened here and get people to understand the movie. There's just too much to censor. The 2 1/2 hour long movie would end up to be a 45 minute episode. 95% was screened in Singapore and I would still get the DVD coz am so curious about what the 5% cut off was. Shant narrate about the movie just to keep you in suspense, but it'll just naturally die out waiting another month or so for the DVD to come out. Just catch it with your girlfriendsss for a sassy girly outing, then you won't look like an airhead when you ooh and aah about everything in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATC in the air ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe shopping thenafter was totally SATC inspired. Everything was related back. The sexy fuschia stilletto pumps from MiuMiu was so gorgeous we refuse to remove it. Next, tutti frutti colors from Ferragamo. How can one resist? And on sale !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213066893778100034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SFiIuEn-H0I/AAAAAAAABSg/hUjyZ0T1hZE/s400/DSC02807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213066901711280210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SFiIuiLY2FI/AAAAAAAABSo/cQgNUzoyv9I/s400/DSC02809.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I resisted .. expensive laa! And besides, it doesn't justify my needs for it. The poor darlings would only be sitting in the closet with no place for me to flaunt it and for it to be admired. To make things worse, it all came in my size. =.=!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back baby !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd I'm so tired ........................&lt;br /&gt;haven't rested well since Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning to be 'out of body, out of mind'. Caffein isn't working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps some retail therapy would be helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MNG members sale in 3 hours time. I've been a good girl for quite some time by not adding anymore material into my wardrobe. Perhaps one piece won't kill. Take it as a self-presented birthday prezzie. &lt;em&gt;*teehee*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213066906102415778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SFiIuyiUQaI/AAAAAAAABSw/zjgWcJXbX9o/s400/DSC02819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mag shot for NewTide mag. Be sure to get it off the stands for the August issue.&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant pieces from our local designers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-6049194391043589211?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/6049194391043589211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=6049194391043589211&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/6049194391043589211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/6049194391043589211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/06/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SFiIuEn-H0I/AAAAAAAABSg/hUjyZ0T1hZE/s72-c/DSC02807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-3942545415846212197</id><published>2008-06-13T09:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:19:41.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Freddy's coming !!!! Argghhhh ~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope today's not a bad luck day. Somehow in a very loooong time, am excited about the weekend. It's incredibly boring here that weekends are the 2 days where I would be sloppy and rot away by doing nothing. I don't even club anymore these days .. coz the sis'es are not around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am blowing out the candles tonight .. &lt;em&gt;yay .. &lt;/em&gt;Ya, I know abit salah to actually do it one week after I was supposed to. But dun care, as long as it's within the 30 day frame .. no money back guarantee though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haflin's in town. And I sooo looking forward to meet her over breakfast tomorrow. Pity I couldn't cross over to go hang out and party with her .. I know it would be such a blast man. I miss that babelicious woman so much! Promise to post pics .. I know everyone's very eager to see her coz she's simply gorgeous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new mane!&lt;br /&gt;Excellent piece of work from Andy Chan - Andy Chan Hair Salon - Located at DNP, JB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Previously known as H20 Hair Studio. No longer affiliated with the outlet in Jusco Tebrau City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SFHQL1CUk4I/AAAAAAAABSY/z0Dcm57zltA/s1600-h/P1070863(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211175145478329218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SFHQL1CUk4I/AAAAAAAABSY/z0Dcm57zltA/s400/P1070863(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So loving the new color and highlights from the MajiBrown collection.&lt;br /&gt;I swore he chopped off about 40% of my hair to actually create the "whisper" effect. And he did it in 4 big cuts using some mummy-wrap technique &lt;em&gt;(or whatever it is .. i'm really bad at hairstyling jargons).&lt;/em&gt; I hope I'm able to maintain it properly and not let them down. But then again, I can always call on some S.O.S. help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosses aren't supposed to be workaholics.&lt;br /&gt;So that gives the employees a chance to cut some slack. Haha. Ridiculous that it's coming from the mind of a HR person. &lt;em&gt;La la la .. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Boss has been coming to work rather early this week, even earlier than I am. Ok, I was late .. very late. But I was much earlier yesterday clocking in at 9.00 am, he was already in. I could tell that he might not be too happy coz he couldn't be bothered to on the lights. Today I was much much earlier. 8.45am. If he comes in earlier than this then I give up la. But he clocked in an hour later. Why didn't he came in 5 minutes after I did, at least he could see that I came earlier instead of assuming that I might have came in at the usual 'before 9.30' time. =.=!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps he has readjusted himself to the Malaysian time after returning from Disneyland. I wanna be his kid. Kids are so lucky these days. I have a deprived childhood from Disneyland. And now when I'm much older and able to afford to fly myself there, I won't be able to enjoy myself like a kid would anymore. I know I'm a 'kid' .. but it's just not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a new layout. A full page which I have always wanted. But the design isn't really very much to my liking though. Perhaps you guys can let me know some sites that have really good layouts. Full page layouts. Not the ugly cropped up in the middle kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, a happier song. I know you guys are kinda sick of that mourning song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is in the air! It feels so good to be in love! &lt;em&gt;*blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Better get back to work now. Been slacking off reaaaaaaaallllll bad.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it .. I only have the other people who were supposed to get back to me to blame. Corresponding jobs are such a bore sometimes. You can never get something done chop chop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And am running out of ideas to look busy at work.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it again. I'm a fast worker. &lt;em&gt;Bleahhh ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-3942545415846212197?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/3942545415846212197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=3942545415846212197&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/3942545415846212197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/3942545415846212197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SFHQL1CUk4I/AAAAAAAABSY/z0Dcm57zltA/s72-c/P1070863(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-7914103445598026341</id><published>2008-06-10T15:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T17:12:18.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been waiting all year for this day to come as I complete my annual cycle again. It's also not very comforting to know that I am in my late 20s. Sends shivers down my spine. My gawd .. I'm old. This statement is like a public announcement to everyone way way way much older to crucify me without any justifiable cause. Haha~ But really maaa ..... I am old ... der. I could see it in pictures .. being addicted to the camera, I could see the signs of aging. Even in professional studio shots, even make up can't make me a sweet 16 year old. But am aging in a good way. What was that word again ... aging gracefully? &lt;em&gt;*wink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;For everyone out there who knows about the Impossible List ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO .. I DID NOT GET THE CHANEL BAG FOR MY PRESENT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What are you guys thinking ... RM10k for a bag ??? In the future maybe when I'm a &lt;em&gt;Mak Datin, &lt;/em&gt;or am damn rich to splurge in such a way, or my hubby is damn rich too .. or or or ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... or Chanel participates in this year's Great Singapore Sale with a 70% discount tag on everything in store. To hell with what everyone thinks, I would camp at Taka like one of the super-kiasu Singaporeans. If people would camp for a RM55 Anya grocery bag, I would rather camp for a calf leather Chanel bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And also .. &lt;strong&gt;NO .. I DID NOT GET ANYTHING OFF THE IMPOSSIBLE LIST.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sekian, terima kasih.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* * *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For a change, instead of material, I was given major pampering, in the serenity of sentosa at The Beaufort / The Sentosa. At the opposite direction of where all the hype is, this resort was one hell of a destressing getaway. Lush greenery, beautiful landscaping with frangipani trees everywhere .. ponds, water features filled with lotus and fallen frangipanis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;View by day.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210157705975238050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SE4y1DhrDaI/AAAAAAAABRA/sEQEIUipQnw/s400/P1070772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;View by night.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210159493740459986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SE40dHeHd9I/AAAAAAAABRw/WUHAFdKtgJ4/s400/P1070851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My princess pampering at Spa Botanica @ The Sentosa. This is what I call true relaxation. What most people perceive relaxation is paying a whopping sum to be "pampered" in a shophouse and get soaked in a tub. Seriously. I haven't paid to get soaked in a bathtub before .. so not worth it man. Such a scrooge sometimes .. hence the new nickname given my SisEsh, MisSip! hahaha~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was welcomed by it's humble entrace, but as we walked in, the &lt;em&gt;oohs and the aahs&lt;/em&gt; started. The rooms were all very impressive with its luxurious wood decor. So are the lounge&lt;em&gt; ala &lt;/em&gt;changing room, toilet, jacuzzi, cold dips, waiting area, etc. You know a good massage when you really fall asleep and &lt;em&gt;merajuk&lt;/em&gt; when they wake you to tell it's over. Thenafter, you are lead to further relax and decompose at the pool area .. 3 pool areas to be exact! Or head of a mud bath .. do some meditation or yoga at the circular bamboo zen area, or even have some bites at the poolside cafe or at the pavilion surrounded by lush greenery. Just awesome laa babe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Price wise, I would say it's valued for money (minus the conversion of course!) You'll never get the same thing with the same price here. It's so good to be Singaporean sometimes! Major envy .. can be so &lt;em&gt;tai-tai &lt;/em&gt;every weekend man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210157712401361778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SE4y1bdx63I/AAAAAAAABRI/th_gVXMZ17I/s400/P1070791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210157715572312274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SE4y1nRyyNI/AAAAAAAABRQ/qFzyGAU_2S8/s400/P1070813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I only have my dearest to thank. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SE40dIflF6I/AAAAAAAABRo/96yaVidUFkQ/s1600-h/P1070842.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210159494015031202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SE40dIflF6I/AAAAAAAABRo/96yaVidUFkQ/s400/P1070842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;The quality time spent supersedes any material form gifted in a box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On second thoughts, I take that back ... coz it's abit hard to say NO to alot of things .. which comes in a box !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of which .. doughnuts in a box. 1 dozen yummilicious j.co doughtnuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks Zov! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have officially made me the most selfish person ever. I refuse to share my doughnuts even to my family members. The people who has showered me with 26 years of unconditional love. And not a single bite of doughnut for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210159499777711442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SE40dd9gnVI/AAAAAAAABR4/G20_CKiycAU/s400/P1070859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doughnuts are a sin !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird sightings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peacock on a roof. I have no idea that peacocks are flight birds. I don't even think they have wings/flap .. &lt;em&gt;bird hands/arms ???&lt;/em&gt; We were supposed to relax, but ended up very much curious on how it was supposed to get off the roof of a 2-storey building.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210157720428070642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SE4y15XfxvI/AAAAAAAABRY/XR-ihaYpBYc/s400/P1070816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The scariest Merlion ever. Purple with glowing eyes.&lt;br /&gt;My gawd. It was just a terrifying sight.&lt;em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210174285739929618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SE5B6H9nMBI/AAAAAAAABSI/g5eC5FKWYX4/s400/P1070823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearestsss who are residing in Pang's residence. I issue an order that &lt;strong&gt;a cake with 26 litted candles&lt;/strong&gt; has to be presented during or after dinner (where of course, I am buying) so that I can fulfill my wishes .. and that my wishes for 2008 comes true. I hold all of you responsible if they don't !!! Hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a call from my beloved brother the next day only to have him asking me ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh .. yesterday was your birthday izzit ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean .. what kind of question is that? I have lived with him for the past 26 years. It was acceptable that he lost track of time, but forgotten? 6/6 isn't exactly a very hard date to remember my dear brother. And to make matters worse, he was confused and thought that it might be 7/7 instead. =.=!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries. We totally understand each other. No biggie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-7914103445598026341?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/7914103445598026341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=7914103445598026341&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/7914103445598026341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/7914103445598026341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/06/princess-day.html' title='Princess Day'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SE4y1DhrDaI/AAAAAAAABRA/sEQEIUipQnw/s72-c/P1070772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-7514848278465544965</id><published>2008-06-04T15:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T16:04:02.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SisBro Soon !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SEZIwhVcRlI/AAAAAAAABQw/jMJm-ENEE44/s1600-h/P1050564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207930017519781458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SEZIwhVcRlI/AAAAAAAABQw/jMJm-ENEE44/s400/P1050564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Though you always treat me like shit .. forget me .. even din jio me to your so-called birthday celebration .. I still heart you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called .. "Unconditional Love". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*puke*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motives: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. May you be so touched and appreciate our friendship more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Hope you feel damn guilty. But I doubt you will !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mario-Dav !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SEZIxA5wbYI/AAAAAAAABQ4/YeBABgwUn3s/s1600-h/P1050481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207930025993596290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SEZIxA5wbYI/AAAAAAAABQ4/YeBABgwUn3s/s400/P1050481.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Your &lt;em&gt;Ta-Xiao-Jie's &lt;/em&gt;miss you loads.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Major kind .. major patient .. and ever-forgiving and accepting soul of yours is what makes you so special. Girls .. good catch wei !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happened that the decent and only pics I can find are those with my disaster hairdo. What was I thinking back then???? The bangs were like super &lt;em&gt;langgar&lt;/em&gt;! Big No No .. bangs with helmet-curved ends ... &lt;em&gt;ewwwwww&lt;/em&gt; ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-7514848278465544965?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/7514848278465544965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=7514848278465544965&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/7514848278465544965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/7514848278465544965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/06/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SEZIwhVcRlI/AAAAAAAABQw/jMJm-ENEE44/s72-c/P1050564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-7928295901915185007</id><published>2008-06-01T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T22:45:59.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuggup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fuggup No. 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you thought things were getting better at the office .. the same frustration has to happen at home. My whole drama episode with the internet connection. Something is terribly wrong !!!!! Just my luck not to have an affinity with it. Streamyx has developed a new found hobby. Getting me disconnected all the time. Thank you very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuggup No. 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally strut in the BigC territory. There goes my hopes for owning the BigC. My gawd .. how can I actually splurge S$4300 on a bag? A price equivalent to the 0.7 carat diamond ring we checked out at SooKee. Major sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuggup No. 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everthing is just not going my way now. Starting to sink into the depression zone. Like a car with a dead battery, I need a jumpstart. I miss those hippie days back then. No fugging around hippie .. but happy hoppy hippie. Signs of aging. This is bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter note .. something to look forward to ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Birthday ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay ... fingers crossed it's gonna be exhilarating. Fingers crossing very hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-7928295901915185007?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/7928295901915185007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=7928295901915185007&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/7928295901915185007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/7928295901915185007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/06/fuggup.html' title='Fuggup'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-8116631925044035762</id><published>2008-05-26T11:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T12:23:36.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another 10 days and my birth cycle is gonna make it's 26th turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gee .. I really don't know what I want this year. Seem to have everything, not necessarily be the best of everything, but as far as clothes, shoes, etc etc wise, yea, I think I have quite a fair bit. I haven't given most of the fabrics in the wardrobe a chance to show-off their best yet and am already wanting new ones. For now, SisEsh and I have made a pact .. no more clothes ... for now. Have put together a couple of items for the so-called Impossible Wish List ..so far, these are what I can think of :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Item 1 : A brand new car.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As much as I love my petite lil'car, but it's really underpowered and the accelleration does not compliment my patience at all. Neither do I need some F1 powered car, coz I believe the MightyOne above has a beautiful plan for the next 60 years for me. There's a couple that I love .. but quite .. very .. quite .. very .. out of my range for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MiniCooperS&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204522852449626642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SDot9aWpqhI/AAAAAAAABQY/wapUld8Y3oo/s400/MINICooperS06_800x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Audi Q7&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204525356415560226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SDowPKWpqiI/AAAAAAAABQg/tan13p-0CWs/s400/audi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It would be a dream for most women to wake up on their birthday morning to find a brand new baby with a big red bow parked right in front of the porch. That's like if one were to be married to some tycoon who have too much money to even know what it's worth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm no car-person so I know sh!t about them .. whether it's a worth purchase, power, fuel consumption, &lt;em&gt;yadda yadda yadda&lt;/em&gt;, just gimme the god damn keys! Haha~ Why do they have to cost so much here .. sigh .. and to even think that I could be driving one of these babies in other countries for the money I have put into my lil'one. &lt;em&gt;Geram.....&lt;/em&gt; That's why I've always concluded that we Malaysians are actually bloody rich. Can afford to drive cars that people can barely afford overseas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Item No. 2 : Chanel Bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No women can have enough clothes, shoes, and BAGs. I have made my statement to not purchase anymore bags .. for now .. and to save all that for a good investment. Just like LV where it is a must-have for all women, the Chanel bag. I have zilch knowledge on them since they are way out of my budget and I never took a chance to walk in the stores to check em out, coz I know I'll only get my heart broken and get some nauseous fainty feeling when I check out their price tags. But it's sooo pweety! Not acting &lt;em&gt;atas&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;tai-tai&lt;/em&gt; wannabe .. but I guess it's the elegance it has in its simplicity. Not forgetting my signs of aging, hence the &lt;em&gt;auntie-preferences. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Classic 2.55 in beige&lt;em&gt;. Or is it off-white?? Sorry for ripping the pic off ur page babe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204528873993775666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SDozb6WpqjI/AAAAAAAABQo/0n7ENHzLcqA/s400/chanel.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://geline87.blogspot.com/"&gt;Geline's&lt;/a&gt; statement of the year .. "Live is short. Just BUY what we want to BUY. =.=! Yerp, also going gaga for the bigC, I bet she's gonna have one in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Item No. 3 : Diamonds.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Diamonds are girl's best friends. Just like clothes, bags, shoes, make-up, lingerie, sweet smelling scents, etc etc etc. Women just love everything. The bling is of course a MUST. Just bling it to me baby !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate accessory. The big solitaire diamond ring. One can do without the necklace, the earrings, etc. The big ring just on the dainty hands screams statement. It shows the obvious .. and also the accomplishment of a woman. Like a graduation scroll. You know what I mean. But it's all awe about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Item No. 4 : My very own gourmet cafe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This sad city is really lacking a nice place to chill with really good wholesome food, pastries, gourmet sandwiches/burgers, healthy fruity-mix drinks, etc. and to have a nice brunch or afternoon tea. But then again, am now only an experimental-chef relying on published recipes, who can barely afford a Mini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Item No. 5 : A miracle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A saviour to cure the intollerable mother of all frustrations in this IT age - something or someone please save us from the screwed up internet connection. Seriously. It's mid-2008 and our broadband is super duper gazuper terrible lor. You have no idea what it's like when your work solely depends on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hope that mother earth will stop it's emotional state. Oh yea, when she gets emotional, people die. Not 1 or 2 .. but thousands! Macam tsunami a couple of years isn't enough, some cyclone have to come, and double whammy earthquake strikes. Unless the fellow eartlings learn to grow up and stop fighting with each other like kids, mother earth won't be driven up the wall with all their whining and screaming. Oh yea, the same goes to those einsteins. Mama's mad .. very very mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That concludes the Impossible list .. for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S# I welcome all sorts of gift in various shapes and sizes which are not in the Impossible List. Sincerity counts. And may you all be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-8116631925044035762?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/8116631925044035762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=8116631925044035762&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/8116631925044035762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/8116631925044035762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/05/list.html' title='The List'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SDot9aWpqhI/AAAAAAAABQY/wapUld8Y3oo/s72-c/MINICooperS06_800x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-3765274114514089194</id><published>2008-05-22T14:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T14:56:14.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the more to celebrate about ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man U won the Champions League against Chelsea this morning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am no longer an avid fan of the team since prolly a decade ago, I still support the team. I still think Christiano Ronaldo is good looking despite having one of the most &lt;strike&gt;lan-si&lt;/strike&gt; faces around. I didn't catch the game .. let alone know that the game was on until I was awoken with shock at 5.30am by screams from the living room as if someone was possessed and going through exorcism. It was my brother raving mad with happiness as though he was in the crowd. And yes .. he is one HUGE fan. He worships the Devil. Particularly in Red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David Cook won American Idol&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I am satisfied with the results of the American Idol. It's supposed to create Idols .. successful music artists, etc etc. Over the American Idol seasons, the winners just somehow vanish after winning it. Only a handful made it successfully to the music industry and proven to have real star quality - Kelly Clarkson, Carrie Underwood &lt;em&gt;(seems unfamous here coz we just don't rave about country music .. but she is big in that genre)&lt;/em&gt;, Chris Daughtry &lt;em&gt;(though not a winner .. but he rocks laa somehow).&lt;/em&gt; The others can't make it laa .. it's as though this singing competition is somewhat a pageant. Crown the winner, and that's it. They're still so-called famous coz they are the winner, don't really appear anywhere except 'special appearances' singing 1-2 songs as 'The winner of A.I. season xxx'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Davids are good I must admit. But Big Dav here has more star quality material. Small Dav I feel will somehow end up like that 'guy that was supposed to win over Ruben Studdard&lt;em&gt;' &lt;/em&gt;(&lt;em&gt;i seriously forgot his name&lt;/em&gt;) .. forgotten and M.I.A. Looking forward to DavCook's success in becoming a real mega-star. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*   *   *   *   *   *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday is coming in exactly 15 days. I am yet to come up with my prezzie list ! Everything I want now seems rather out of hand .. doesn't really justify the cost of having it. The 'Impossible List' will be up soon .. really .. it's ridiculous. I don't call it the Impossible List for nothing. &lt;em&gt;*wink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-3765274114514089194?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/3765274114514089194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=3765274114514089194&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/3765274114514089194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/3765274114514089194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/05/victories.html' title='Victories'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-3393813865190519025</id><published>2008-05-20T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:02:31.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bigger Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Someone wrote this meaningful entry which I would like to share with everyone. Just gotta have faith, keep the faith, and never stop believing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Everything happens for a reason, what’s supposed to happen will happen… if things don’t go your way, it can be stressful, painful, and hard, but you don’t always have to be in control. It’s all just a part of the grand scheme of things. Don’t let your emotions cloud your vision. Don’t ever fail to see the bigger picture. You may not understand why things are happening the way they are, but soon enough you’ll know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what your problem is, big or small, it usually entails a portion of your heart getting broken. Sometimes, it’s only a bruise, sometimes it feels like it’s shattered into a million pieces. When dealing with a broken heart, it can be devastating and utterly painful, but sometimes it is just God’s way of calling you back to him, to make you grow as a person, or maybe you have to experience that to pave the way for something much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When overcome with hurt and confusion, it’s easy to lose sight of the bigger picture. You tend to focus on the present, and feel the enormity of your problem, you feel like you’ve got the biggest problem in the world, and you feel alone and don’t know what to do. And most often than not, you feel the tendency to take matters into your own hands. You tend to do things and you do everything you can to control the situation. And then when things don’t go according to what you planned, you’ll get frustrated and bitter. You don’t realize, that no matter how you try to control things your way, if it’s not meant to be, it’s not going to happen. If you refuse to accept it and force it, you’re only prolonging the inevitable. You’ll only delay God’s true plan for you… He has a plan for you if only you learn to be open and let go of the things that he wants you to let go of. So, stop manipulating things. A solution that is manipulated will not bring real happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems will always be a part of life, and at times when you’re down, when you’re at your lowest point, talk to God. If you ask sincerely, he will enlighten you, clear your confusion, ease your pain, calm your fears, and heal your heart. It’s not going to provide you an instant solution to your problem, but God works in mysterious ways, and as long as you walk with Him, and just trust and believe, the sooner you’ll get to that place where you’ll see everything clearly, and you’ll finally begin to understand. Everything happens for a reason. You may not understand the reason now, but you will when the time is right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-3393813865190519025?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/3393813865190519025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=3393813865190519025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/3393813865190519025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/3393813865190519025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/05/bigger-picture.html' title='The Bigger Picture'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-4458820968543619224</id><published>2008-05-15T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T14:48:56.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intolerable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remembered back when I was going through several interview sessions for my first job (am still in my first job =.=! ) and I would say I did pretty well in fascinating my prospect employer with all the questions he threwed at me. Being witty and all, until he asked me &lt;em&gt;"What are your good and bad points?"&lt;/em&gt;  Obviously the "Good Points" are always the easy one to answer, if one has a thicker skin, you'll appear to be the employee of choice. I paused for quite some time when it came to the "Bad Point". Not that I think I am flawless, but some bad points are not mean to be said in interviews i.e. 'I am terrible in clocking in to work on time' .. 'I prefer to work at my own pace' .. 'I take a long time to eat and digest my food' .. etc etc .. I was speechless. And came up with 'I don't like to do routine work' .... duhh, who does???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago I stumbled upon this resume which bluntly states the person's Negative points. There he wrote 'Impatient'. I guess that's one of my negative points. Not always. But most of the time. Especially in being efficient. Gawd, you have no idea how that puts me off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was MovieDay and I had booked tickets to catch Iron Man so I do not have to queue which I sooooooo detest. Straight in front I went in the Booking Lane. There in front was this couple hogging the bloody counter for the past 5-10 minutes, deciding if they should make the purchase. Couldn't decide, the fatso (yes, a woman fatso) made calls to her friends who apparently did not pick up, so there they are looking at each other and taking their bloody time to decide. I was already tapping my fingers on the steel steel bar. And the fatso made another call. I switched into my bitchy-mode .. tapping got immensely louder .. so was the tapping of my &lt;strike&gt;3 inch heels&lt;/strike&gt; feet .. and the 'eh-hemm' came out. They still can buat bodoh. It was obvious to the person beside me in line and the counter boy I was bloody pissed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellooo ... the counter had this huge sign that said BOOKING COLLECTION, well they're too stupid to actually know what the sign meant or the purpose of making a booking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's mean to insult people of being obese, something unwanted and beyond their control, but since she pushed my tolerance limit to the infuriating-zone .. too bad! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only applicable to that fatso who was making her ticket purchase at TGV Cinemas at Tebrau City Johor Bahru at 6.15pm, 14-May-08.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intolerable Item No.2 - Slow mo-fo cabbies / drivers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already passed being mad with cabbies who crawl on the road. I understand that you guys have move sufficiently slow enough to be able to spot your customers, or not drive too fast to kill your engines for your cars to last longer, or that the car is already too old to even move fast. I accept. But knowing that you guys are already bloody slow, can you please be more CONSIDERATE and not be of further obstruction to the other people. &lt;em&gt;Grrrrr ~~~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Because of you people, I was late for IronMan where I prolly missed the first 5 minutes into the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point to ponder ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BigOne :  What would you do if you had the IronMan suit ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moi :  ........................ Gee, I really don't know. Go to war? I'm not the combat kinda person, so I don't think I'll do that. What would you do ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BigOne :  I also don't know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered what do SuperHeroes do for a living? Obviously they don't make a living out of saving people anonymously. Nobody knows 'em , so nobody pays 'em. Who should the cheque be issued in favor to? Superman? Spiderman? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IronMan and BatMan is too rich for these measly payments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *   *   *   *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I got from the mail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would make Nic soooooooo mad. Intolerable to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz it's insulting his love for the 5 wonder girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SCvTaXzTX5I/AAAAAAAABQQ/ZbUrZw3X5Jw/s1600-h/spice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200482644748623762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SCvTaXzTX5I/AAAAAAAABQQ/ZbUrZw3X5Jw/s400/spice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Buahahahahaha~~~~ really damn &lt;em&gt;gao &lt;/em&gt;funny lor !!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34895720-4458820968543619224?l=jamieternity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/feeds/4458820968543619224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34895720&amp;postID=4458820968543619224&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/4458820968543619224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34895720/posts/default/4458820968543619224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamieternity.blogspot.com/2008/05/intolerable.html' title='Intolerable'/><author><name>Jamieternity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700663129516207813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/R5DIyW8eRjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/z199tlBewV8/S220/DSC01991-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SCvTaXzTX5I/AAAAAAAABQQ/ZbUrZw3X5Jw/s72-c/spice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34895720.post-6439863338494274252</id><published>2008-05-13T10:28:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T15:28:44.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chidhood Rekindled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to the wonders of the internet, I was rekindled with my childhood bestie. We were seperated when I had to move down south, leaving behind all that was close to heart. We made sure that we weren't drifted apart by distance through countless pieces of handwritten letters, updating each other on the latest gossips and events in our lives .. boys in particular &lt;em&gt;*teehee* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;As we got older, we had more things that diverted our attention to .. the writting stopped, adn we carried on with our individual lives. Nevertheless, we still never forgot each other deep down in our hearts, and longed so much to be able to see each other again. Thanks to Nic's neverending efforts, we all found each other again. Thanks to Friendster and Facebook too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to meet these long lost faces some 1-2 years ago .. even Nikki who MIA'ed for the longest time ever she became a myth to everyone. All except one .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199684712839470930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRDgYZu0D-I/SCj9snzTX1I/AAAAAAAABPw/VWAe-9G0cp4/s400/P1070741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;... and SookWei still looks the same. We finally met after 16 years! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Camera's wasn't all that rave back then .. and besides, I didn't own one personally .. let alone afford to or was entrusted to one. It would have been great if we had pics when we were all
