<?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-3102841512450009155</id><updated>2011-12-13T12:06:27.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spac!ng Out</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965692422107308831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102841512450009155.post-5240233979115062754</id><published>2011-11-04T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T12:06:27.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Works Tough</title><content type='html'>Its actually true, the fact that it's definitely hard to find a job/career that you enjoy that don't suck. This few weeks been disasterous and i keep getting swallowed by everything that I did. Some customers a dick and such a pain in the ass but some as nice as a nice people could possibly be. N p/s: the newcomer is an ass. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3102841512450009155-5240233979115062754?l=jmespacedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/feeds/5240233979115062754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2011/11/works-tough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/5240233979115062754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/5240233979115062754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2011/11/works-tough.html' title='Works Tough'/><author><name>Jme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965692422107308831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102841512450009155.post-534723640804127730</id><published>2011-03-22T09:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T11:32:09.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain’t a Good Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Man~ Just as soon as I’m getting confidence in the job I’m doing, I made a mistake. This is bad. It makes the people working with me has to do a double job. I shouldn’t have act all confidence and proud and rather pay more close details to the things I’m doing and be very careful handling it. This sucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I feel bad by just the thoughts of it. Aww Man!~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Fuck This. I Dont feel that good working here. But I couldnt tell Ah Su cause she always brush it off, saying that I'm pretending and only wanted to show off. And I don't feel like explaining to Evon all the way from the beginning. She dont even know who is who. My mom, dont even get me started. She dont gets me, all she do is mad at me. She wants me to study and work at the same time but I could only do one thing at a time. I'm not super smart or super dedicated. I could barely concentrate on one thing, what more I have to handle 2 things. I'm really exhausted and depressed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But I couldnt tell anyone. I dont know what I want or what I'm searching for. I dont know what I'm doing or what I'm searching for. My heart is aching now. I swore I could cry if I'm not in office now. My heart feel so hollow. I care-less bout anything or anyone. I keep losing myself in my own world. My imaginary world; not methaphorically. I'm so caught up with myself and everything else doesnt matter. I have no guts and lots of compressed ego. I got nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I reveal my feelings here in a place that no one goes. People around me dont even know I'm blogging. Even if they do know, they dont know where is it. Im not really keen to tell them either. This is the only place where I could really be honest about everything. A place that I know nobody will judge me. I know I'm pretty sarcastic all the time but I also know the reason why I'm sarcastic is because I'm scared. Well as they say, the first step to recovery is admitting your flaws/weaknesses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3102841512450009155-534723640804127730?l=jmespacedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/feeds/534723640804127730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2011/03/aint-good-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/534723640804127730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/534723640804127730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2011/03/aint-good-day.html' title='Ain’t a Good Day'/><author><name>Jme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965692422107308831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102841512450009155.post-3805127089688697500</id><published>2011-03-12T10:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T10:55:31.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brand New Flight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The last time I've blogged was before raya and mooncake fest of year 2010 and now its 12 March,2011. Wow~ its been that long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's the thing, I've never thought of going back to blogging but look where I am now. Apparently, I'm bored to death and blogging makes me look like I was doing something. Oh well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember the last time I said I work in a dead end job with lots of work, well not anymore. I'm proud to say now I'm an executive in a listed company. AweSome!!!!! But the only down part is that I don't really have any work to do here as it's only been 2 weeks I'm here. I'm so used to be so occupied during working time that the time flies like a G6, now doing nothing really bother me much. Time was as slow as a G666, direct flight to Land Boredom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now here in the new company, there so much things to learn and so little things I've known. As usual, the people was great here. And yea, They speak Chinese here. But my Chinese getting better and its a no problem as long as I can get my message across. But if they're talking fast, OOoo Emmm Geee!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I've just heard a few a places had been hit by tsunami and earth quake. My condolence to those that have lost somebody they've known. Its been awful, so I've heard from a friend but I havent really read about it yet. But I will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Till here. Life too short to keep talking about. Just live it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3102841512450009155-3805127089688697500?l=jmespacedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/feeds/3805127089688697500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2011/03/brand-new-flight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/3805127089688697500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/3805127089688697500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2011/03/brand-new-flight.html' title='A Brand New Flight'/><author><name>Jme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965692422107308831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102841512450009155.post-8357231278296885520</id><published>2010-09-18T10:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T10:28:10.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated a little only</title><content type='html'>How long has it been since the last time I've blogged? Hmm~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like ages ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Raya was here and Mooncake fest coming up. Looking forward to play lantern (kiddie one) with my bros and sis-es. Gonna be one good of a day. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;Not feeling that awesome today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nites/morning/afternoon(choose any one).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3102841512450009155-8357231278296885520?l=jmespacedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/feeds/8357231278296885520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2010/09/updated-little-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/8357231278296885520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/8357231278296885520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2010/09/updated-little-only.html' title='Updated a little only'/><author><name>Jme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965692422107308831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102841512450009155.post-4351086960940794784</id><published>2010-08-28T15:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T15:30:55.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Saturday~ of work!</title><content type='html'>Em~ Not sure how to say this out but... her mouth stinks like hell. I have to look away just to breathe in. Haiz~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was left alone in the room for the whole morning. Awesome~ No phone calls, no noise... Peacefull at last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was bored... Bored like hell~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3102841512450009155-4351086960940794784?l=jmespacedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/feeds/4351086960940794784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2010/08/another-saturday-of-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/4351086960940794784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/4351086960940794784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2010/08/another-saturday-of-work.html' title='Another Saturday~ of work!'/><author><name>Jme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965692422107308831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102841512450009155.post-3550772420052622934</id><published>2010-08-21T14:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T14:43:42.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UguguguGagaga~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its weird that now I'm blogging for most of the days in a week. Except for Sunday ofcourse. I mean, now I'm craaping all about this (un)interesting field of job. Man~ I'm exhausted just from the thoughts of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pretty soon, there would only be me and my boss's wife doing the billing in the back. Both of my collegues who's with me doing the behind the scene job was leaving. One to futher his study and the other one was forced to leave. It was sad to see them both go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pretty soon I'll be doing two person job. Not quite sure I'll be able to handle it or not. I'm feeling so stressed out already. I'm trying to look for a job that don't require a lot of responsibility. Sorta like a dead job without any bright future lights. It's less stressfull. But I dont want to leave the collegues I have now. They were all awesome people. Not sure I'll be able to find people like them anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yea, my headache that I thought was gone come back already. It hurts every single day. Same goes with both my leg. It hurts just from standing, make me feel like I dont even want to move a muscle. Just wanna lay back and watch the world as they pass me by. Sound poethic, huh? My appetite was a goner. Dont really feel like want to do anything at all. Sorta feeling like LLLLllllllAAAaaaaaaZZZZZZZZZy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before I forget, the whore starts to treat me back like the last time. Not sure when is my next outburst or whether it'll be minor or major this time around. Let's hope its nothing too much to handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Emm~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gotta go~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3102841512450009155-3550772420052622934?l=jmespacedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/feeds/3550772420052622934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2010/08/ugugugugagaga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/3550772420052622934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/3550772420052622934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2010/08/ugugugugagaga.html' title='UguguguGagaga~~'/><author><name>Jme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965692422107308831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102841512450009155.post-7090683836622997912</id><published>2010-08-19T15:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T15:47:52.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emm~ Wait-- What??!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Zzz~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was a slOooo...wwwWWWwww day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Damn, I felt like I was having a hangover. But the weirdest part is that I havent drink for a while now. Not interested and not missing it at all. Long live soberness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mom's birthday today. Got to head back early for the 7pm dinner. Not sure what we'll be having except there is definitely pork on the table. AWESOME!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I'm broke already and it's only middle of the month. Got to save up for something else. Now I feel like I'm not sure whether I'll be able to save enough for this end of the year trip or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And yeah, It's 3.30pm in the office and I have just pick up the ringing phone phone saying "good morning, Lee****". And I'm like wait-- What?? Luckily the otherpeople on the other line didn't notice it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So yeah, that's all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Bye, my Boo(s)~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3102841512450009155-7090683836622997912?l=jmespacedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/feeds/7090683836622997912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2010/08/emm-wait-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/7090683836622997912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/7090683836622997912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2010/08/emm-wait-what.html' title='Emm~ Wait-- What??!!'/><author><name>Jme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965692422107308831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102841512450009155.post-2293215757755277734</id><published>2010-08-18T09:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T14:44:12.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Whore Sucks Badly~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's this bitch that works where I work who bitches around like a big fat ugly stupid lazy whore, literally. Man~ I treated her with respect as she is older than me by 2 years but she look like she's married with a million kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What the fuck is wrong with her? She shouted and screaming or talk nicely whenever she pleased. She have no regards for other people's feeling and takes advantage out of every single fucking situation regardless whether it have anything to do with her or not. She's lazy and have an addiction to bossed people arround. This mother fucking whore does not even know what she done wrong and love to play cute and innocent which totally grossed me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Man~ Wake up, you mother fucker!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You look horrible no matter what you wear and you stinks like hell(methaphorically). How it is possible for someone like to get "tapped" by anybody??!!! I mean, I dont even have a boyfriend and she got a boyfriend and a few ex-es!!!!!!!!!!! Oo EMmm GeeEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She have no idea how disrespectfull she is to others and she still dare to ask what's wrong??? What the hell is wrong with her, seriously??!! Futhermore, she ask me why I didn't reply her message and I'm like, "DWAaGG!!!!!!!!!!" Do you seriously still have to ask, you miserable piece of shit. Ofcourse, I dont feel like replying you thats why I didnt reply!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*It plays like that in my mind*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, Life's good here. I'm just gonna give her the cold-shoulder and ignore her whenever possible. The people her treat me great and I love them all. So, yea... Real friends are easy to find, you just got to know where to find them and how. So lets this one last longer than last time and forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Lots of Love From Me  to You..~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3102841512450009155-2293215757755277734?l=jmespacedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/feeds/2293215757755277734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-whore-sucks-badly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/2293215757755277734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/2293215757755277734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-whore-sucks-badly.html' title='This Whore Sucks Badly~'/><author><name>Jme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965692422107308831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102841512450009155.post-3151212656307679636</id><published>2010-08-13T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T11:24:50.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just plain thoughts~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There was times when I wish so much to be more than anybody but somebody. I don't want to live a life that was too simple. I need something more; power, $$ and especially living. What is it like living with wealth and in style? being famous for all the good things and not being notorious in any form or way.I want to be on the winning side and never on the losing side but winning side does not mean it is the right side. You know what I mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I refuses to be lawyer as they always try to justify their choices according to their personal needs. Most of them starts of by wanting to be the noble one but looks what ends up to most of them? Greed... Greed for all the things that they does not posses. They manipulate, twist and corner people to the end of the wall to get what they want and maybe even commit murder in more than one sense and getting away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I guess most people are greedy even me in more than one way. some people have greed in power, $$,living and such a shame to say that even humanitarian are also have greed for self-fullfilment. And I have greed for everything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lets skip the whole sad things and come back to the happy thing I'm about to tell ya'll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Emm~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have none.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next time I guess.. Next time I'll definitely tell you the good things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3102841512450009155-3151212656307679636?l=jmespacedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/feeds/3151212656307679636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-plain-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/3151212656307679636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/3151212656307679636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-plain-thoughts.html' title='Just plain thoughts~'/><author><name>Jme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965692422107308831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102841512450009155.post-1932952161005881231</id><published>2010-08-12T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T16:50:41.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a shame!~</title><content type='html'>Today, i witnessed a real bad thing done by a company to one of its employee. It was such a shame that it was done in such a way.As fellow human, it is totally unreasonable to push an employee to such an extend. Its sorta like a choice between life and death. It's just so pity that they choose such a method to get rid of someonewithout having to pay anything.Damn~ Shame on ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just posting out a shout-out just to let everyone know I'm still alive and kicking and nothing will bring me down~ Wakakakakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emm...&lt;br /&gt;So yea..that's all.&lt;br /&gt;Chao~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3102841512450009155-1932952161005881231?l=jmespacedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/feeds/1932952161005881231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2010/08/such-shame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/1932952161005881231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/1932952161005881231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2010/08/such-shame.html' title='Such a shame!~'/><author><name>Jme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965692422107308831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102841512450009155.post-7966342690506427977</id><published>2010-08-06T10:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T11:07:44.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Em~ Have I told ya?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its been a month and 6 days 3 hour since i started work in this company. Man~ I havent get my wages yet. I'm curious like hell thinking of the amount of $$ going into my almost empty bank account that i purposely open for it. I've been doing about 45 hours od OTFT (Over The Fucking Time) that I despise so much and that I reluctantly do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And did I mention that the clock here was faster 10mins? Yea~ Its faster 10 god-damn minutes. So, even if I reach exactly at 8. I'll still be late for 10 mins. And I've been late for almost a week now. LOL~ Been having breakfast for almost everyday with my collegues and to which I thought was awesome. I learn more every single day. I've met a lot of- how would I put this- unusual people to which I was fine with it, Just that sometimes, I rather never met them at all. It's exhausting to have to deal with the same shit day after day. So Fuck with them. (I mean no harm, Just want to get it out of my boobs aka chest)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And did I mention already my paycheck havent meet me? Whats wrong with them?? Haix...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;LOL~ Anyway I've went to dinner with my boss last night. I think his name was Ting Kar Ting? Ting Kar Hing? Ting Kar Hong? Oh well, whatever his name is, He's a good man with vision. I'm not sure If he knew his speech inspired me or not but the important thing is I sarted to see hopes and future of this company. It would have been awesome to be part of something awesome. You get me? AWESOME~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chao~ for now anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Lots of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3102841512450009155-7966342690506427977?l=jmespacedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/feeds/7966342690506427977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-been-month-and-6-days-3-hour-since.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/7966342690506427977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/7966342690506427977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-been-month-and-6-days-3-hour-since.html' title='Em~ Have I told ya?'/><author><name>Jme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965692422107308831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102841512450009155.post-4576142787878648691</id><published>2010-07-06T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T21:12:28.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Almost a Week On The Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haven't been working for a week but I've already working towards the midnight clock. Its actually a very interesting line of work but it could also be too overwhelming. Sometimes, I don't really understand what they saying during the explanation process but I'm working on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quite frankly, this is not my dream career and it is not what I imagine it would be and what I'll be doing. I've been key-ing inputs to the computer, learning a whole new thing that's was even in my field of skills and crashing my heads trying to memorise a whole bunch of infos. Everyday is a hectic day and without my collegues beside me, I clueless about what to do next and what to do with it. Its mind blogging trying to dig your way out of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I'm learning lots and all thanks to these awesome collegues. I'm still learning a lot of new things and hopefully I can master it soon. I don't want to keep being the boulders strapped on their back. Having to teach me and guide me only slows down their work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P/S: I'm still confuse with the office politic here but everybody seems nice. And of course, there is always those who dislike each other and all I'm trying is to remain neutral and not choosing sides nor critics one another. They both got their good and bad sides. Beside, who am I to judge them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Lots of Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Jaime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3102841512450009155-4576142787878648691?l=jmespacedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/feeds/4576142787878648691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-almost-week-on-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/4576142787878648691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/4576142787878648691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-almost-week-on-job.html' title='My Almost a Week On The Job'/><author><name>Jme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965692422107308831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102841512450009155.post-6988109084974857558</id><published>2010-07-01T10:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T10:47:12.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back. Here's the preview in a flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been searching for jobs for weeks now and fially got one. I'm actually on work right now but seriously, there is nothing for me to do. Its my first day after all. Chao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3102841512450009155-6988109084974857558?l=jmespacedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/feeds/6988109084974857558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/6988109084974857558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/6988109084974857558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Jme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965692422107308831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102841512450009155.post-7321259173398861911</id><published>2010-06-23T23:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T01:06:13.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The City Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went out with a group of friends from Form 6 to watch movie, The Karate Kid. Just curious, why is it named as Karate Kid when the martial arts that Jayden Smith was thaught was Chinese Kung Fu? Nevermind me, the movie is still a good one although I expect more out of it. After that, we went to KFC for brunch and we have Family feast set B x 2. And we did finish all of it and I even takeaway the bones for my dogs. LOL~ Then, I went to do a few errands for my mom and go back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to shout out here that the best beef noodle is still at the old market in the city. Not to mention that, I ordered "special" from the drinks stall, the 1 next to sotong kangkung, "wat" Ann, is nice. The guy add lots of milk into it and cost only RM 1.80/bowl. And the beef noodle cost around RM4. The price varies depending on the size of the bowl of noodle you've ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, its been years sice the last time I went there and it still look very much the same. The soya bean drink apek still add ice to the already diluted soya bean. There are this one time, my mom and bro told me that they drag the ice across the floor of the market to their stall. You might think that this is still acceptable but hear this, the ice wasn't wrapped up with anything!!! It was pure ice only slidding on the floor. This make it seems like the scene where the soya bean apek halfed the ice by smashing against the pole doesn't matter much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here. Feeling sleepy already. Nites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Nice meeting all of you ( Form 6 Friends) again~ Wish you the best of luck in whatever you planned to do next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3102841512450009155-7321259173398861911?l=jmespacedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/feeds/7321259173398861911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2010/06/went-out-with-group-of-friends-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/7321259173398861911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/7321259173398861911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2010/06/went-out-with-group-of-friends-from.html' title='The City Market'/><author><name>Jme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965692422107308831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102841512450009155.post-833823844205203200</id><published>2010-06-12T02:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T02:48:58.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Bottom of My Heart Where It Hurts The Most</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I realised something, suddenly. I've come to realised how much I hate myself by blaming others on what I could not do which in turn if only I tried harder, I would not need to blame others on what I could not achieve and starting to love myself again. Do anything I say make sense to you?And to make matter worse, I knew about it and seems to do nothing about it although I want it to change so badly. This left me feeling patheticand parasite-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew greedy with power and wealth that it blinds me sometimes. It is such a shame to say I'm doing things to others what they did to me. I grew tired of constantly been pick upon and did it to someone else who did nothing to me. Life is so unfair!! Why couldn't I do it to the same person that did it to me? Am I scared or threathened by them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know bout you but I have hard times trying to keep my friends. I'm not sure what to do with them. I don't get along very well with my friends from college and the last time I actually see and spoke to them was months ago. My friends from school are deminishing. My National Service friends was a past history since it been 3 years I think, since the last time we met up. One of the reasons are most probably the fact that they are on the west and we are on the east side of the country. but netherless, although we have few friends who's living in the same city, we didn't meet up. Our friendship only stretches far out on FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that all of us are growing up, it makes me feel like we have less and less time with one another. It may sound to you as if I'm talking about my partner or something but it's not. I never like anybody to the extent that I have a feeling and desire to have them. Personally, I think it's troublesome but from what I hear from my friends, you don't get lonely. It would be a lie if I say I don't get lonely sometimes but in the end, I got through that feeling and continue living my life. Back to my story, I'm actually referring to my childhood friends. All of us grew up and change right before our very own eyes and sometimes we are not used to the change and fall apart from each other. I don't want it to happen to me. Pathetically, they are the last of friends that I could pour my heart to. Although at times I didn't give much to tell about me to them but if I feeling like telling somebody, they would be the very first few people I would call. I would have like it if they are someone I can call when my heart was aching mad like hell. But I wouldn't want to burden them with my problems. One person suffering is way better than two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;The Pain Of Being Stabbed Right At The Heart&lt;br /&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/3102841512450009155-833823844205203200?l=jmespacedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/feeds/833823844205203200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2010/06/from-bottom-of-my-heart-where-it-hurts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/833823844205203200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/833823844205203200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2010/06/from-bottom-of-my-heart-where-it-hurts.html' title='From The Bottom of My Heart Where It Hurts The Most'/><author><name>Jme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965692422107308831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102841512450009155.post-2835836529625298374</id><published>2010-06-08T01:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T03:30:14.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucks to be me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I realised it had been almost a year since the last time I blog. Actually, I wasn't planning to continue blogging but tis few recent months I felt like I got tons to say but nowhere to say it out. So I'll give the preview of the past months that I've been living in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a start, I just completed my course and had yet to gradute officially but my future already seem awfully dark. I don't think I'll be able to go anywhere to study or anything. My dad was awesome in making empty promises and my mom was terrific in bringing me down. It seems that they are unable to support my studies but the rest of my brothers still could pursue theirs. The truth is i am jealous of them like hell much. I'm jealous cause they can choose their own paths and I on the other hand, have to take whatever they gave me. Well hell, I even jealous that they got penis instead of a vagina with a monthly scheduled pain and also the fact that they can pee standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, I'm terrified to be adult. To me, they seems like a bunch of  parasite robots and untrustworthy. I dont want to grow up but it seems  to me I had no choice but to step into this gruesome world of liars. Not  so hopefully, I can do it by selling, donating and getting rid of all  my childish stuffs like my soft toys, bean bag, speaker and guitar that  tied me up in the wold of teenagers that fill with dreams and hopes and  optimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I can keep my guitar?? I really loved it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been eating non stop ever since I've finished in April. Eat, sleep, do house works are all I ever did since. My hatred to my mom was building up intensely that I started to avoid seeing and talking to her. For some reasons, to me, it seems like she is getting more selfish and stingy as the day passes. I hated the fact that I felt like I was not appreciated. I hate it even more when I felt like i was being used. Being used by somebody  makes you seem like you're just plain too stupid to realise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the side note, I think like everything else in the world, I've changes too, regretably. I've gotten more stingy, terrible to friends, the not caring attitude and worst of all, I've become a person that I myself dislike. What happened? I don't want to be the me now, it's pathetic. I mean I am pathetic. Keep hoping that things will work out like it always do. Seems like I ran out of luck. No more I'm so lucky I got through without breaking a sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;sucks to be me&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/3102841512450009155-2835836529625298374?l=jmespacedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/feeds/2835836529625298374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2010/06/sucks-to-be-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/2835836529625298374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/2835836529625298374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2010/06/sucks-to-be-me.html' title='Sucks to be me'/><author><name>Jme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965692422107308831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102841512450009155.post-3160052165921831423</id><published>2009-08-25T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:44:05.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is freaking AWESOME~ Creepy yet almost total accuracy. Try this too, click &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HERE&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3102841512450009155-3160052165921831423?l=jmespacedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/feeds/3160052165921831423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2009/08/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/3160052165921831423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/3160052165921831423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2009/08/wow.html' title='Wow~~'/><author><name>Jme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965692422107308831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102841512450009155.post-6697065422681126590</id><published>2009-08-11T02:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T02:54:35.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering wonders~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was just drinking the last can of previous days beer and puffing my lungs out while looking out through my half-opened window, wondering why do I stopped writing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing used to be a huge vital part of me but now I care less. I'm not really sure myself bout how I feel nor what I was thinking. Things just don't seem so important anymore. I couldn't get myself to study, which Im supposed to as later today,2-5, i got my barely-made-it-through final exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have this fierce burning passion in me but now it was nothing but a dying sparks. Nothing excites me nor does it even cause a twitch in my half- full soul. Where am I? Have I sunk into the lair of darkness or just floating aimlessly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3102841512450009155-6697065422681126590?l=jmespacedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/feeds/6697065422681126590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2009/08/wondering-wonders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/6697065422681126590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/6697065422681126590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2009/08/wondering-wonders.html' title='Wondering wonders~~'/><author><name>Jme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965692422107308831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102841512450009155.post-3008468489192964131</id><published>2009-08-02T21:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T22:34:28.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a bummer~ Haix...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I should have not pursued for my favorite drink on Thursday... Regretfull a.k.a full of regrets. Anyway, i was doing my round on the roundabout when a stupid blue fucking blind car crashed on my side and broke my window. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QkBtEmSNNw0/SnWf11aEN4I/AAAAAAAAAAo/EAA0PizdPRE/s1600-h/DSC00579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QkBtEmSNNw0/SnWf11aEN4I/AAAAAAAAAAo/EAA0PizdPRE/s320/DSC00579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365370278300104578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I was like, WHAT???!!!! Are you fucking blind???!!!!! I got off and checked my car as the other car punya blind driver do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scratch from front to the back: checked&lt;br /&gt;shattered window: checked&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QkBtEmSNNw0/SnWgMb1I9xI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0VSVGPL4rv0/s1600-h/DSC00581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QkBtEmSNNw0/SnWgMb1I9xI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0VSVGPL4rv0/s320/DSC00581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365370666571331346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dented side: checked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QkBtEmSNNw0/SnWgBbw8QeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/cNlPRVETouM/s1600-h/DSC00580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QkBtEmSNNw0/SnWgBbw8QeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/cNlPRVETouM/s320/DSC00580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365370477575160290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Half-floating-away soul: checked&lt;br /&gt;Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kesian blind driver was acting all mad for crashing to my car.Real genius. We then move the car to side of the road, somewhere near Four Point. There, he admit that he did not see me as he was crashing his way out from the junction. He then asked me to claim from my insurance company while he claimed from his insurance company for crashing into my car while he coming out from a roundabout junction. At the same time, he being persistent to refusing to pay for my car damages saying he could not afford to pay for my car damages as his car was pretty severe.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QkBtEmSNNw0/SnWgMbiOmXI/AAAAAAAAABA/0J7rwKECCfU/s1600-h/DSC00582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QkBtEmSNNw0/SnWgMbiOmXI/AAAAAAAAABA/0J7rwKECCfU/s320/DSC00582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365370666492008818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah, right. Another genius act in action. I told him to wait for my dad to make decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad arrived and we all went to do police report. He make his report first as I was not really keen on being the first. Then there's a guy that helped throughout this nonsense ; what to do, when to do, how to solve, who is obviously wrong... The guy told us that we can go back first, he will take care the rest of it. Great! I feel exhausted from the whole drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know, I was called back to the police station at 7pm as the pathethic blind guy change his statement saying we both were at the roundabout, happily doing our round together, when I decided to crash my side onto his front bumper for fun.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; DUMBASS!&lt;/span&gt; I went back and told the cops my side of the story with prove of the pictures and bringing the cops to the site of the happiness collision. And ofcourse, i won the case. Well at least i think i did. Anyway, I missed my plan for that evening and the whole fun goes on without me... *sniffs, sniffs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole life after that involves a lot of sleep and eat. I didnt feel like want to go out at all. Haix... At least my plan for next week will be still going on... I think... We'll see.&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/3102841512450009155-3008468489192964131?l=jmespacedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/feeds/3008468489192964131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-bummer-haix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/3008468489192964131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/3008468489192964131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-bummer-haix.html' title='What a bummer~ Haix...'/><author><name>Jme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965692422107308831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QkBtEmSNNw0/SnWf11aEN4I/AAAAAAAAAAo/EAA0PizdPRE/s72-c/DSC00579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102841512450009155.post-6009031760719960138</id><published>2009-07-16T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T01:39:08.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kesian Cat.... WAKAKAKA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, Its about time for my updated. KTB... Been receiving lots of complain about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where should I start this time???*thinking hard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I got into this fight where I've decided to run away n never turn back... You know, shit like tat.... I got my bags packed n etc... As i was waiting for the perfect chance, i accidentally fell asleep.*Peluh* The next morning, my anger was gone but Im still pissed. I have this cold war with her at the same time my bro escaped to cultural village n pissed them off. Instead of getting to my bad side, she changed to get to my good side so that i might support her or shit like that but guess what... Im still PISSED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is about Cat's Birthday. This conversation below occur days before her birthday...&lt;br /&gt;B: Jme, can I ask u a favor?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Depends. wasup?&lt;br /&gt;B: U guys got music meeting this friday?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No. FC use. y?&lt;br /&gt;B:OO.. I want u to ask all ur frens together celebrate cat's birthday on tat day...&lt;br /&gt;Me:*think for awhile* Cannot. All of us busy on that day. Y dun u ajak her directly, call her... She might say yes.&lt;br /&gt;B: Okay...&lt;br /&gt;*Me laughing in da background*&lt;br /&gt;I play prank even before her birthday. Can u imagine what i did during her birthday? *KTB*&lt;br /&gt;This is the detailed event... So its expected to be long, but i'll try my best not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking long n hard how to surprise her. So, very sudden, I ask everybody to come early tomorrow(FRIDAY) and bought her cake on that day. We personalized our gift to her, everybody helped. Im nt sure if she surprised on that day, but 1 thing for sure... da special event come forth... B... KTB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben went in the room we're in with his own birthday cake... escorted by Michelle of cuz... Karen help unpack the cake for him n ask him 2 sing da birthday song alone all da while, holding the cake in his hand. KTB.... Then cat blew da candles off... Tis time, not sure who ask, for cat n B to cut da cake together... LMAO But cat quickly cut it before weird shit happens. You should see her face. Next, since cat already cut da cake, I asked her 2 feed B da cake. KTB... she without other choice, fed him. *evil laugh* but exchange da cake from hand to hand only. Then i asked B to do the same. The look on both their face is priceless... WAKAKAKA.... But I have to leave early to get my assignment done due that day too... Which I have yet to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i can prank her like that all year long... Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: If u've been wondering:&lt;br /&gt;       KTB= Ketawa Terbahak- Bahak(LOL)&lt;br /&gt;       peluh= sweat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Signing off... Adios Amigos.&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/3102841512450009155-6009031760719960138?l=jmespacedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/feeds/6009031760719960138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2009/07/okay-its-about-time-for-my-updated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/6009031760719960138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/6009031760719960138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2009/07/okay-its-about-time-for-my-updated.html' title='Kesian Cat.... WAKAKAKA'/><author><name>Jme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965692422107308831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102841512450009155.post-1747891816728997557</id><published>2009-06-24T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:23:43.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREAKING AWESOME!!~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QkBtEmSNNw0/SkIoh-XvoKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/prNV24I-SwE/s1600-h/tr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QkBtEmSNNw0/SkIoh-XvoKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/prNV24I-SwE/s320/tr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350883871412953250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just watch Transformer 2: Revenge Of The Fallen and it was AWESOME!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It was better than I thought it would be and it is a must see movie. Awesome story line, awesome directing, awesome humor, awesome graphics, awesome casts and lots more. Watch it now in the cinema near you TODAY!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="215"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7InTpNWJ4HQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/7InTpNWJ4HQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/3102841512450009155-1747891816728997557?l=jmespacedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/feeds/1747891816728997557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2009/06/freaking-awesome_5119.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/1747891816728997557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/1747891816728997557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2009/06/freaking-awesome_5119.html' title='FREAKING AWESOME!!~~~'/><author><name>Jme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965692422107308831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QkBtEmSNNw0/SkIoh-XvoKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/prNV24I-SwE/s72-c/tr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102841512450009155.post-8680047355182532912</id><published>2009-06-22T00:45:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:32:43.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What de~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Hmm..... Where should I start this time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I recently went to see chinese doctor and found out my both leg was swollen and believed to be "Hong Sip". I dont know what it means though, but Evon told me its serious shit. Can cause my leg to be paralyzed over time. Only then does it sound scary to me... I like to move around a lot nowadays, playing all kind of sport and having all kind of injuries which I wasnt aware till it stings.*sigh* Hope its just myth to get kids behave.... The doc also say my kidney condition terrible.It also cause me to have constant backache. I cannot eat pig's kidney, liver and etc, no cold drinks, no cooling vegetables (cucumber n etc) and severely cut down my meat intake.*sniff snif* But I still drink cold drinks, eat cucmber and eats lot of meat. WAKAKAKAKA~~ *evil laugh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Lately, my headache turns to worst. Comes around 6 times a week.. Not to mention the mood swing it brings.... My health... pathetic. Maybe I should cut down on my smoking? Nah, maybe its not because of smoking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Aa... My midterm moral. TERRIBLE  AHH!!!! All the shit I dont know come out. Fail liaw this time. Haizzzxxx............. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;What else?... Hmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Oh ya, working for school last friday n sunday. Fun though. Funny people all come. WAKAKAKA~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I chat with Aini, ajak-ing she come. She say if she cum she bite me. Then i say, nevermind liaw. I changed my mind. Don't come. Then Ek han type " come la" and... and.... SHE REALLY COME!!!! Aahhhh.... She Kept her promise on biting me though.  Still pain when I poke it just now. Haizzxxxx.... Rewind back to before I even chat with Aini, I'm with evon walking around Spring then twins join. Then we go Starbuck drink... ( i just remembered) LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;K la till here. Try to update more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;P/s: Me and Ah lai play prank on Cat. Put a lot tissue in her bag. Then pretend to feel 'sak mong' (dissapointed) wit her when found out. LOL We even put bread inside her bag. WAKAKAKAKa!!! *evil me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&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/3102841512450009155-8680047355182532912?l=jmespacedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/feeds/8680047355182532912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2009/06/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/8680047355182532912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/8680047355182532912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2009/06/hmm.html' title='What de~~'/><author><name>Jme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965692422107308831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102841512450009155.post-1121128796827652434</id><published>2009-06-10T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:22:03.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Updated~ LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A lot of my friends asked me why I never seem to update my blog? LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's the updated from the day that I, hopefully, still remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few weeks ago, I have Moral exam that I totally forgotten. I even forgot to tell Karen bout it, sorry ya... When I see the exam sheet, I was laughing. None of the questions I can answer.It was like they give you the name of the moral's "tokoh" and you have to talk bout it. *haiz...* So as usual, i start crapping on the my answer sheet, how many kids he got, when he died and where and etc. I was just trying to at least write something on it. 2 weeks after that, we got back our papers and guess what? I got 1/10... YAHOO!!!!! Its actually quite a lot considering i just answer 2/5 of the questions and i know nothing bout any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there still this LimKokWing function's, Recycle Day, that I thought I might be able to earn something from selling secondhand-bags, that my mom been trying to get rid of. I arrive at around 9am but only around 3pm, I sold my 1st bag. From overall sales, I only earned RM30(already minus with buying my mum new bag as promised,RM30). Haiz.... Easy $$, my head ah.... Next time, no more. So tiring that day. Kesian Cat have to teman me whole day. P/s: I skipped my class just for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I went to Camp Permai for a one day trip with my schoolmate although I just went to Damai with my family. For more details, check &lt;a href="http://catz8581.blog.friendster.com/"&gt;Cat's Blog&lt;/a&gt;. It was fun though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, me, Cat and Nandini stay late at school till around 6.30pm discussing over our coming soon this friday drama. We had great laugh and giving lots of crazy, stupid ideas. Then we send Nandini back to hostel and since it's still early, we went for water gun hunting. Bought 3 different guns to test power. LOL nice... And by the way, Its for watergun carnival that we plan to carry out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here though, so much to tell, so little patience to ending it.... Very conflictive... Do you think there such word as conflictive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, nevermind then. Till next post, Chao... Adios Amigos.&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/3102841512450009155-1121128796827652434?l=jmespacedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/feeds/1121128796827652434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2009/06/lot-of-my-friends-asked-me-why-i-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/1121128796827652434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/1121128796827652434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2009/06/lot-of-my-friends-asked-me-why-i-never.html' title='~Updated~ LOL'/><author><name>Jme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965692422107308831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102841512450009155.post-6301018272074861867</id><published>2009-05-31T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T03:09:26.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It gets complicated...</title><content type='html'>This love thing can really mess people up. Love ties you all around it and never let you walk far from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get really close to a certain someone, you get confused with like and love. How could you be certain that this feeling you had wasn't just plain like but a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tutorialsphere.com/images/tutorialThumbs/20080218160927_Animated-Broken-Heart-Golden-Arrow.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://www.tutorialsphere.com/images/tutorialThumbs/20080218160927_Animated-Broken-Heart-Golden-Arrow.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could you be certain that the jealousy you had, the aching in your heart to see the other suffered wasn't love but merely being caring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The universal Qs: Are we just friend or lovers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:xsjZO81W9polPM:http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jKwQ-Db8mE/SKjYm2jx7DI/AAAAAAAAAP8/kA29n3AbzXM/s320/emogirl10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 89px;" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:xsjZO81W9polPM:http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8jKwQ-Db8mE/SKjYm2jx7DI/AAAAAAAAAP8/kA29n3AbzXM/s320/emogirl10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closer you are, the harder it'll gets...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3102841512450009155-6301018272074861867?l=jmespacedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/feeds/6301018272074861867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-gets-complicated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/6301018272074861867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/6301018272074861867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-gets-complicated.html' title='It gets complicated...'/><author><name>Jme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965692422107308831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102841512450009155.post-6776815107325086216</id><published>2009-05-30T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:42:48.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally....</title><content type='html'>I finally set up my blog in blogger.com. Previously I was using friendster with tons of difficulties like it takes forever to post your pic and so on and forth. So, to cut the story short, here I am. Hope to get lots of love from everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3102841512450009155-6776815107325086216?l=jmespacedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/feeds/6776815107325086216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/6776815107325086216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3102841512450009155/posts/default/6776815107325086216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmespacedout.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally.html' title='Finally....'/><author><name>Jme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00965692422107308831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
