<?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-3481256268823767615</id><updated>2012-02-01T16:40:30.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's YZARC HOT in here</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481256268823767615.post-4500085595258869654</id><published>2012-02-01T16:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T16:40:30.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>어떻게</title><content type='html'>What do you do when you don't have the dare to believe in yourself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-4500085595258869654?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/4500085595258869654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=4500085595258869654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/4500085595258869654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/4500085595258869654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html' title='어떻게'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-6797185202381030614</id><published>2012-01-23T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T22:35:22.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A brand new year 2012</title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New Year! Hope that everything goes smoothly and better than the previous year :D And grow into a stronger person!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-6797185202381030614?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/6797185202381030614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=6797185202381030614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/6797185202381030614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/6797185202381030614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2012/01/brand-new-year-2012.html' title='A brand new year 2012'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-5946542784993133748</id><published>2011-12-20T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:14:52.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I'm a coward but I can't do it anymore so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry and Thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-5946542784993133748?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/5946542784993133748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=5946542784993133748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/5946542784993133748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/5946542784993133748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-guess-im-coward-but-i-cant-do-it.html' title=''/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-1171057978487012023</id><published>2011-12-11T01:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T01:42:59.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dec's aim: Slim down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UqWd_ckGWVQ/TuOZfVzOe5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/59ORrpXxlyA/s1600/lena%2Bvivi%2Bjan.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UqWd_ckGWVQ/TuOZfVzOe5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/59ORrpXxlyA/s320/lena%2Bvivi%2Bjan.png" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ewZOqlu4x0Q/TuOZfsGkP4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/g98DGDSI3-k/s1600/vivi.png" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ewZOqlu4x0Q/TuOZfsGkP4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/g98DGDSI3-k/s320/vivi.png" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to have Lena's or the other model on the right's figure. But my main challenge is my diet. I just can't control what I'm eating haha I'm too greedy. SO the plan is to slim down by 19th dec (in time for my cousin's wedding) AND catch the christmas shopping sales before it all ends!Tomorrow, my famiy and I are going to Bukit Timah Hill for a climb. So let's go! Nice figure wait for me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count down: 8 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="96" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UqWd_ckGWVQ/TuOZfVzOe5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/59ORrpXxlyA/s320/lena%2Bvivi%2Bjan.png" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 73px; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 62px;" width="68" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-1171057978487012023?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/1171057978487012023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=1171057978487012023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/1171057978487012023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/1171057978487012023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2011/12/decs-aim-slim-down.html' title='Dec&apos;s aim: Slim down'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UqWd_ckGWVQ/TuOZfVzOe5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/59ORrpXxlyA/s72-c/lena%2Bvivi%2Bjan.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481256268823767615.post-3302676634219853993</id><published>2011-08-27T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T23:34:40.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kub_9edsqOY/TlkOhhj5WkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/sMKjKVLG7s0/s1600/sad-girl-in-snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645559576993028674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kub_9edsqOY/TlkOhhj5WkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/sMKjKVLG7s0/s320/sad-girl-in-snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-3302676634219853993?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/3302676634219853993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=3302676634219853993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/3302676634219853993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/3302676634219853993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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/-kub_9edsqOY/TlkOhhj5WkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/sMKjKVLG7s0/s72-c/sad-girl-in-snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481256268823767615.post-402462201537255345</id><published>2011-08-27T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T02:13:09.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got back from MBS after eating the chocolate buffet. I wouldn't say that it wasn't nice, but I expected that there would be more varieties. Also, after 2-3 plates, we were all feeling quite full. It was the first time I ate chocolates until I felt like throwing up upon consuming more. hahha. At least, the view was nice from the sky park. You would feel as though you're at the tallest building in singapore, although swissotel is the tallest. However, you could also see how polluted singapore is. I didn't realise it until I looked at the area (on the side of Marina Barrage). We ate till around 11+ to 12a.m. We reached City Hall mrt around 12 a.m. and there was no more train to Joo Koon. Hence, we decided to go to the taxi stand outside Raffles City to take a cab home. The first few passengers had their taxis, but as time goes by, fewer taxis entered into the taxi stand. Most taxis that came in were on call. But we still decided to wait it out as I was really out of budget for the day (having spend $44 for the buffet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After around 45 mins, I finally reached home. But along the way home, I've been feeling uneasy. I'm not sure why I feel this way. Ever since I had swimming lesson yesterday. It feels as though something bad is going to happen. Or maybe I feel very guilty over spending too much and on unnecesary things. I don't know my feelings now... I'm kinda lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure whether it has to do with me liking a guy. Him and I do not have a lot of things in common, but I feel like connecting with him. At the same time, there's another friend whom suits him better than I do. I felt a little inferior. Is this a need for recognition or really that I have something for him? I wish I get to know him better. I guess I'm afraid that he might reject me. Relationships are so hard. Why does it have to be this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-402462201537255345?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/402462201537255345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=402462201537255345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/402462201537255345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/402462201537255345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-just-got-back-from-mbs-after-eating.html' title=''/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-5624974632579261356</id><published>2011-08-05T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T14:13:26.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope I have a chance to try all these...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ieatishootipost.sg/2008/05/aurum-memories-etched-in-gold.html?spref=bl"&gt;ieatishootipost blogs Singapore's best food: Aurum: Memories Etched in Gold&lt;/a&gt;: "With Amagada Martini Gold Lychee Cavier - Part of a set of 6 'Aurum Insanity' $28 I have always wondered if I would ever end up as a chef if..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-5624974632579261356?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ieatishootipost.sg/2008/05/aurum-memories-etched-in-gold.html?spref=bl' title='I hope I have a chance to try all these...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/5624974632579261356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=5624974632579261356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/5624974632579261356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/5624974632579261356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-hope-i-have-chance-to-try-all-these.html' title='I hope I have a chance to try all these...'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-2985935284456610874</id><published>2011-07-10T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T23:12:53.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These few days, I felt a though I am a stranger; as though the people whom I've met before have all drift away. And I am left standing thinking, who were the people whom were so caring, friendly, laughing away and just enjoying one another's company. Now, they have all disappeared. I want to know why or what might have sparked my distance in this community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There might be people saying that I joined this community because of my own benefts. I would like to say that if you truly know me, you would know that that's not true. Otherwise, you really don't know me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is growing distance from the community that I've once loved and liked so much good or bad? If you ask me, I would honestly tell you that I don't know what I should be feeling right now. All I know is that I want to move on, climb to the top of the mountain and be the best that I can be. I don't care what others may or will say. But if I am going to do it, I will do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, take a deep breath and get ready for the race (officially starting on 15th Aug)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;YVRG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-2985935284456610874?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/2985935284456610874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=2985935284456610874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/2985935284456610874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/2985935284456610874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2011/07/these-few-days-i-felt-though-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-533222167035111493</id><published>2011-06-02T01:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T01:28:48.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The friendship riddle</title><content type='html'>I really wonder ... whether the present friendships are really worth it; is it worth saving, worth forgiving, worth looking past instances where you feel less than a friend, worth the torture you have to go through in their presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it me or was it them? I guess it's both. Still, the question remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a friendship worth saving if that friend can make you feel like you're nothing, but another person to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;RG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-533222167035111493?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/533222167035111493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=533222167035111493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/533222167035111493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/533222167035111493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2011/06/friendship-riddle.html' title='The friendship riddle'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481256268823767615.post-8226327014784077694</id><published>2011-05-22T00:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T00:51:07.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One shot, one opportunity</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;LOSE YOURSELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;To seize everything you ever wanted-O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;ne moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Would you capture it or just let it slip?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Yeah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;He's choking how, everybody's joking now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;He's so mad, but he won't give up that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Easy, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;He won't have it , he knows his whole back's to these ropes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;It don't matter, he's dope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;He knows that, but he's broke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;He's so stagnant that he knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Back to the lab again yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;This whole rhapsody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;x2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;(You better lose yourself in the music, the momen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;You own it, you better never let it go go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;This soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;This world is mine for the taking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;A normal life is boring, but superstardom's close to post &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;mortem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;It only grows harder, homey grows hotter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;He blows us all over these hoes is all on him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Lonely roads, God only knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;He's grown farther from home, he's no father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;He goes home and barely knows his own daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;But hold your nose cause here goes the cold water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;They moved on to the next schmoe who flows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;He nose dove and sold nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;So the soap opera is told and unfolds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I suppose it's old partner', but the beat goes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Da da dum da dum da da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;x2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;(You better lose yourself in the music, the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;You own it, you better never let it go go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;No more games, I'ma change what you call rage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Tear this motherfucking roof off like two dogs caged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;But I kept rhyming and stepwritin the next cypher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Best believe somebody's paying the pied piper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;All the pain inside amplified by the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Fact that I can't get by with my nine to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Five and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I can't provide the right type of life for my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Cause man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;this is my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Trying to feed and water my seed, plus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Teeter totter caught up between being a father and a prima &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;donna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Baby mama drama's screaming on and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Too much for me to wanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Stay in one spot, another day of monotony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I've got to formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Success is my only motherfucking option, failure's not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I cannot grow old in Salem's lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;So here I go is my shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Feet fail me not cause maybe the only opportunity that I got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;x2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;(You better lose yourself in the music, the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;You own it, you better never let it go go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;You can do anything you set your mind to, man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDJfsB1tI24/TdfrixUr-4I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Ze-qyjCvTwA/s1600/EMINIEM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609210843501427586" style="WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDJfsB1tI24/TdfrixUr-4I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Ze-qyjCvTwA/s320/EMINIEM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-8226327014784077694?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDJfsB1tI24/TdfrixUr-4I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Ze-qyjCvTwA/s72-c/EMINIEM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481256268823767615.post-6683488308335949021</id><published>2011-05-20T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T17:05:50.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19.05.2011</title><content type='html'>I officially declare I have the worst mother ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then she wants to know about my whereabouts that I feel so trapped, like I can't go anywhere without her permission. It's not like I won't tell her where I'm going. I do sometimes. But because she so frequent that it seems like I'm obligated to do that.&lt;br /&gt;Now, she wants to pick me up everyday after work. Well, that is good because I don't have to squeeze with other commuters during the peak hour. (I feel like I'm on house arrest.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I get my wish after all that time in school, wishing that my parents could fetch me home after a long day in school &amp;amp; carrying my laptop everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so sick. My trip to Taiwan may be cancelled too... I really need to go on a trip. Away from school, away from singapore, away from the family for once before school starts. I think if I don't go on this trip, I will go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will NEVER forget yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. You know they always say Money is king. That is 100% true, under all circumstances.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-6683488308335949021?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/6683488308335949021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=6683488308335949021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/6683488308335949021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/6683488308335949021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2011/05/19052011.html' title='19.05.2011'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-1603697607768827145</id><published>2011-05-14T02:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T02:36:53.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you ask me, I would say that I don't regret my decision at that point in time. I did it because I had to. Today, I understood how you felt, still I don't regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You weren't there when i was going through tough times.&lt;br /&gt;You weren't there when i needed a shoulder to lean on.&lt;br /&gt;You weren't there when i needed someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;You weren't there when i needed someone to listen and understand.&lt;br /&gt;You weren't there to share the joy/pain with me.&lt;br /&gt;You weren't there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You weren't there&lt;br /&gt;In body nor in spirit&lt;br /&gt;I should feel regretful that we've lost one another&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is&lt;br /&gt;I don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single time I look back&lt;br /&gt;It only reminds me&lt;br /&gt;Of the reasons for my actions&lt;br /&gt;The necessity and courage I had to muster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making me stronger&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for letting me see the world&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for teaching me valuable lessons&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, and now you know&lt;br /&gt;How I feel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-1603697607768827145?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/1603697607768827145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=1603697607768827145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/1603697607768827145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/1603697607768827145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2011/05/if-you-ask-me-i-would-say-that-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-6139113857052767700</id><published>2011-05-07T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T00:56:23.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's VD VD VD night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OjYLgqq9Y10/TcQoGnSlFBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/u4VFKhmHxIE/s1600/vampire%2Bdiaries.jpg"&gt;Friday - VD night. Once again, tears dripped. Blood is thicker than water. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603647930446976018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OjYLgqq9Y10/TcQoGnSlFBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/u4VFKhmHxIE/s320/vampire%2Bdiaries.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-6139113857052767700?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/6139113857052767700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=6139113857052767700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/6139113857052767700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/6139113857052767700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-vd-vd-vd-night.html' title='It&apos;s VD VD VD night'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OjYLgqq9Y10/TcQoGnSlFBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/u4VFKhmHxIE/s72-c/vampire%2Bdiaries.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481256268823767615.post-8919767474454124311</id><published>2011-04-30T01:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T01:28:49.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a tsunami, blackhole, rainbow</title><content type='html'>Like a tsunami&lt;br /&gt;It comes and goes&lt;br /&gt;Coming with all its might&lt;br /&gt;Taking everything with it&lt;br /&gt;As it leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;It shines very brightly&lt;br /&gt;Until the sun goes&lt;br /&gt;And all that's left are &lt;br /&gt;Grey clouds that blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a blackhole&lt;br /&gt;It sucks everything in&lt;br /&gt;And all becomes quiet and serene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence is all I hear&lt;br /&gt;Except for the cars on the streets&lt;br /&gt;The keyboard chattering away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I finish this&lt;br /&gt;A day has passed&lt;br /&gt;The next awaits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun will rise again tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;At 7am&lt;br /&gt;The usual timing&lt;br /&gt;Without disappointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything returns to normal&lt;br /&gt;Except at some time, some place&lt;br /&gt;Something is happening that will change a few people's lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will everything change?&lt;br /&gt;After that few seconds&lt;br /&gt;Only you will know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-8919767474454124311?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/8919767474454124311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=8919767474454124311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/8919767474454124311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/8919767474454124311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2011/04/like-tsunami-blackhole-rainbow.html' title='Like a tsunami, blackhole, rainbow'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-6274961281179876461</id><published>2011-04-30T01:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T01:20:32.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One who does not know how to love does not receive love</title><content type='html'>It seems like Deja Vu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have the feeling that the very same thing that happens in movies can happen right in your living room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagined that someone would jump off the building and throughout that few seconds, the world continues - I would be typing away on my computer, others would be sleeping, some might be playing Starcraft on their computer, some may be staring into the clear dark night - until the body hits the concrete floor. That's when the world stopped for a millisecond. The world continues spinning regardless of what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to do anything to change what may or may not happen. It may be because of cowardice or it may be because I don't want anything to change. You may say, "Take a leap of faith." But I can't take that leap of faith right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, no one is giving us stress except ourselves. We all want and need acceptance and reassurance. That's normal because that's part of being a human. The tip here is that now you know, so love yourself then others can love you. Believe in yourself because others don't know you better than yourself. &lt;em&gt;Live for you, not for others.&lt;/em&gt;All of us need love, and the title of today's post speaks it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give love and you will receive it in retun :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-6274961281179876461?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/6274961281179876461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=6274961281179876461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/6274961281179876461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/6274961281179876461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-who-does-not-know-how-to-love-does.html' title='One who does not know how to love does not receive love'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-2671330914403564906</id><published>2011-04-16T18:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T18:53:49.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must-go places this summer</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;em&gt;Food for thought, Singapore (near National Museum) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;Heard they are more famous for their risotta &amp;amp; the tall cakes :) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Strictly pancakes, Prinsep street, Singapore&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br&gt;Apple-cinnamon pancakes - just a divine combination &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Arbite, Serangoon Gardens, Singapore&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br&gt;All-mushroom Mushroom soup &amp;amp; seafood pie with cheese filled to the top. Bet to give you a cheesey moment :P &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Marmalade Pantry&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br&gt;Heard the Granny's Apple is delicious. Not too sure about that. Tell you when I try haha &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;Mysterious place in Rochester Park&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;lt;3 RG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-2671330914403564906?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/2671330914403564906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=2671330914403564906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/2671330914403564906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/2671330914403564906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2011/04/must-go-places-this-summer.html' title='Must-go places this summer'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-573621350034396471</id><published>2011-04-09T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T01:02:27.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All this time</title><content type='html'>All this time I've been making mistakes after mistakes; not doing the right thing. Chasing for things that are no longer there. Things that are just my imagination. I don't know what is happening to me, but I really need to find myself again. Love, RG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-573621350034396471?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/573621350034396471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=573621350034396471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/573621350034396471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/573621350034396471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2011/04/vampire-diaries-season-2x02-stefan-and.html' title='All this time'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481256268823767615.post-2492410744234396724</id><published>2011-03-17T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T23:05:24.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mother Teresa - “We think sometimes that poverty is only being hungry, naked and homeless. The poverty of being unwanted, unloved and uncared for is the greatest poverty. We must start in our own homes to remedy this kind of poverty.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-2492410744234396724?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/2492410744234396724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=2492410744234396724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/2492410744234396724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/2492410744234396724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2011/03/mother-teresa-we-think-sometimes-that.html' title=''/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-7032536476460033006</id><published>2011-03-16T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T23:31:44.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little actions</title><content type='html'>You asked me before, "Why do you feel this way?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Well, it's through time that I noticed the little actions and arose at the conclusion. It's sad you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you think about it, it's because of such things that results in everyone moving upwards. It is a win-win situation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my hypothesis is not proven, I am 95% sure that I am right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-7032536476460033006?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/7032536476460033006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=7032536476460033006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/7032536476460033006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/7032536476460033006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-actions.html' title='Little actions'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-1834953114866704797</id><published>2011-03-16T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T23:23:11.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is one of the saddest day of my life. I found out that I didn't manage to get the internship I wanted. And seeing what is happening to Japan makes me feel worse. I feel like going into isolaion now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-1834953114866704797?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/1834953114866704797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=1834953114866704797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/1834953114866704797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/1834953114866704797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-is-one-of-saddest-day-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-3912189169016723220</id><published>2011-03-11T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T01:15:42.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish list 2011</title><content type='html'>What I really need (&amp;amp; hope to have ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0. Eye bag remover patch (from the long hrs of staring daily)&lt;br /&gt;1. Nice pair of working heels&lt;br /&gt;2. Nice working bag&lt;br /&gt;3. Scarf&lt;br /&gt;4. Nice clothes (other than the usual T-shirt &amp;amp; jeans)&lt;br /&gt;5. JJ Lin's CD (from the 1st ablum)&lt;br /&gt;6. Michael Buble's CD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, price doesn't matter. What matters is getting what the person needs the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-3912189169016723220?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/3912189169016723220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=3912189169016723220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/3912189169016723220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/3912189169016723220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2011/03/wish-list-2011.html' title='Wish list 2011'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-1125785841191859720</id><published>2011-03-07T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T21:30:18.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm regretting for not going alr :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGRrH_5Yw3U/TXTdv3aIdvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/SceefCh0O6w/s1600/JJ_AP%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581329652616034034" style="WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGRrH_5Yw3U/TXTdv3aIdvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/SceefCh0O6w/s320/JJ_AP%2B2011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3481256268823767615-1125785841191859720?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/1125785841191859720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=1125785841191859720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/1125785841191859720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/1125785841191859720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-regretting-it-alr.html' title='I&apos;m regretting for not going alr :('/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGRrH_5Yw3U/TXTdv3aIdvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/SceefCh0O6w/s72-c/JJ_AP%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481256268823767615.post-4610765634414216292</id><published>2011-02-24T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T00:34:59.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>concept of time</title><content type='html'>Time will tell everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-4610765634414216292?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/4610765634414216292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=4610765634414216292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/4610765634414216292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/4610765634414216292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2011/02/concept-of-time.html' title='concept of time'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-726535200441367433</id><published>2011-02-22T00:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T01:16:32.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you..</title><content type='html'>..ever come across a point in life where every thing in your life seems to have changed in just a blink? Like the past was just yesterday. A thin glass of sheet separating yesterday and today. Even though, you can still feel the past. It's still there. How do you separate the past from the future then? I would really like to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a journey that all of us takes. Like a car on the freeway. Sometimes, you meet road bumps an everything is tossed upside down. You try to rearrange everything back to it used to be. But there are always some things that will be broken; can't be fixed back to its original. Well, you can either throw it away since it's useless or you can keep it until you have the tools to fix it. (just a thought, is the latter considered procrastination?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the journey continues and you continue driving to reach your destination. The journey can end 4 ways. 1) You reach your destination in the end. 2) You aim to reach your destination, but along the way you find that it's not really what you want in the end and you do a diversion. 3) You know that it's not really where you want to end up in, but you just continue because it seems to be the "right" thing to do. And you are not sure what the other ways are. 4) You turn around and go back to where you came from because you are afraid of journey. You don't want to go through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us face one of these situations. Some can't see the light at the end of the tunnel. But if you really want it and you continue trying, imagine the satisfaction, the liberty; free from all the struggles, the serenity of the light lighting up your face. It's the best feeling in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have 24 hours a day, so let's make full use of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise and shine! Give it your best and sail through the day! It couldn't be a better day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-726535200441367433?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/726535200441367433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=726535200441367433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/726535200441367433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/726535200441367433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2011/02/have-you.html' title='Have you..'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-2790295433983448571</id><published>2011-02-08T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T01:32:00.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grow up</title><content type='html'>Once again, it seems like I'm the only one who is stuck at where I am years ago while everyone is moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its time to get out of the shell &amp;amp; try something new. That is what I'm working towards to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...As for summer, I have no clue what I'm going to do at the moment. It's either the big 4 or a bank. Competition's surely tough, so it's down to luck &amp;amp; strategic planning :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to do what a girl got to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-2790295433983448571?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/2790295433983448571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=2790295433983448571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/2790295433983448571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/2790295433983448571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2011/02/grow-up.html' title='Grow up'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-1940625556201543790</id><published>2011-01-19T00:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T00:31:15.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak-s</title><content type='html'>Seriously, F*** U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My patience is wearing thin, and the only thing that is stopping it from breaking is the fact that I want to have some peace after a long day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who/what do you think I am? Your information basket or your home customer service receptionist. You want information, I have to present it to you immediately? For god's sake, with more than 2 laptops &amp;amp; the fact that you face one everyday, is it possible to show that you have some basic search skills? Furthermore, with more than 20 years of life experience, I'm sure you know the importance of initiative! When you need the information that urgently, isn't lokking it yourself the 1st thing you would do, rather than wait for the info to drop from the sky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously! I am pretty sure that our roles are reversed as the years go by. Hopefully, to a certain extent. Or else I may die earlier. Maybe that's a better road out of this problem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-1940625556201543790?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/1940625556201543790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=1940625556201543790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/1940625556201543790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/1940625556201543790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2011/01/freak-s.html' title='Freak-s'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-692317122144946368</id><published>2010-12-31T08:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T08:31:03.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year 2011</title><content type='html'>The New Year has not even begun and I already have tasks to do for the 1st week of Jan. what a life! 2011 is going to be a great year and I know it. since I've already promised to give my 150% into everything I do, I shall not complain. only thing is maybe I should try putting down the cape and not be so hard on myself sometimes and just enjoy life. I feel like I have so many things I have to complete and if possible I try to complete everything asap but that is not advisable. I should do the things that matter the most to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the girl who still reads my blog despite my less than frequent updates, i would like to say THANK YOU for being there when I needed help and all. even though you're not in our gang of 3, I see you as one. haha a little off track. anyway, thank you &amp;amp; jia you for 2011 is going to be a GREAT YEAR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;YVRG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-692317122144946368?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/692317122144946368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=692317122144946368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/692317122144946368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/692317122144946368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-year-2011.html' title='New Year 2011'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-7954972602504578249</id><published>2010-12-31T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T01:38:27.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of Growing Up</title><content type='html'>Maybe I'm not growing up, or maybe I'm growing in ways that are different from others -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-7954972602504578249?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/7954972602504578249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=7954972602504578249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/7954972602504578249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/7954972602504578249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/12/part-of-growing-up.html' title='Part of Growing Up'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-5207911075366335836</id><published>2010-12-29T23:23:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T00:05:25.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it's Victoria Secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/TRtXpA3n0HI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7PCMsXy9i1M/s1600/Katy-Perry-Victoria-Secret-Fashion-Show-Model.jpg"&gt;Victoria Secrets Fashion Show is BAACK!&lt;br /&gt;It's one of my favourite shows. The angels for 2010 show are not as pretty as the previous shows but still, the angels are so hot!! (Disclaimer first: I'm not a lesbian.) And their legs are soo long I just can't imagine how tall are they in real life. They really seem to stretch forever. haha. Of course, the highlight of the show being the angels are their gorgeous, exclusive, detailed wings. Victoria Secrets fashion show is a fantasy for both the collection designers as well as the angels. It is a place where fantasy exists. You are free to create your own fantasies and show it to the world. It's just amazing..&lt;br /&gt;Some treats for your eyes :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556130927411187826" style="WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/TRtXpA3n0HI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7PCMsXy9i1M/s320/Katy-Perry-Victoria-Secret-Fashion-Show-Model.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/TRta_Oiq8rI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gI356WQ1rgk/s1600/Victoria-s-Secret-Fashion-Show-2010-victorias-secret-16934153-396-594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556134607573414578" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/TRta_Oiq8rI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gI356WQ1rgk/s320/Victoria-s-Secret-Fashion-Show-2010-victorias-secret-16934153-396-594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/TRtXo_xXVwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GEz6phHiLWQ/s1600/Flavia%252BDe%252BOliveira%252B2010%252BVictoria%252BSecret%252BFashion%252BZqvqcxWE-8cl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556130927116506882" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/TRtXo_xXVwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GEz6phHiLWQ/s320/Flavia%252BDe%252BOliveira%252B2010%252BVictoria%252BSecret%252BFashion%252BZqvqcxWE-8cl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/TRta_fnU1WI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2KdYfNP0x1M/s1600/Victoria-s-Secret-Fashion-Show-2010-victorias-secret-16933984-396-594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556134612156339554" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/TRta_fnU1WI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2KdYfNP0x1M/s320/Victoria-s-Secret-Fashion-Show-2010-victorias-secret-16933984-396-594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/TRtXojcyD3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/chvFv3p4XSo/s1600/Victoria%2Bsecrets%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556130919513984882" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/TRtXojcyD3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/chvFv3p4XSo/s320/Victoria%2Bsecrets%2B2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/TRtbf6rH20I/AAAAAAAAAHM/C1ugYLCrfXA/s1600/Victoria-s-Secret-Fashion-Show-2010-victorias-secret-16933837-396-594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556135169175837506" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/TRtbf6rH20I/AAAAAAAAAHM/C1ugYLCrfXA/s320/Victoria-s-Secret-Fashion-Show-2010-victorias-secret-16933837-396-594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/TRtXo_-mV2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/M6c1L5sw6t4/s1600/hbz-victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-katy-perry-1110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556130927172015970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/TRtXo_-mV2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/M6c1L5sw6t4/s320/hbz-victorias-secret-fashion-show-2010-katy-perry-1110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture below is my favourite but not from 2010 fashion show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/TRtUMKlB-kI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wm023aDfmAQ/s1600/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2008-page-view-img-161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556127133266475586" style="WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/TRtUMKlB-kI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wm023aDfmAQ/s320/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2008-page-view-img-161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/3481256268823767615-5207911075366335836?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/5207911075366335836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/TRtXpA3n0HI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7PCMsXy9i1M/s72-c/Katy-Perry-Victoria-Secret-Fashion-Show-Model.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481256268823767615.post-7342278191443783951</id><published>2010-12-11T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T01:36:28.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GO GO GO!!!</title><content type='html'>Aim for the SKY!! - 9th March 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-7342278191443783951?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/7342278191443783951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=7342278191443783951' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' ' ' ' ''&lt;br /&gt;'' o '' o ''&lt;br /&gt;'' ' ' ' " '&lt;br /&gt;' '&lt;br /&gt;' '&lt;br /&gt;' '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;llllliilll&lt;strong&gt;\\&lt;/strong&gt;iiiillllilllillilll&lt;strong&gt;\&lt;/strong&gt;lllllllllllll&lt;strong&gt;\\\&lt;/strong&gt;lllllll&lt;strong&gt;\&lt;/strong&gt;llllllllll&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*It's supposed to be two flowers in the wind, but there's something wrong with the format sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little something I created for fun at this interesting website I found &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/color.php?ref=fp_nav_colors"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/color.php?ref=fp_nav_colors&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545345785121141058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/TPUGnG7a8UI/AAAAAAAAAGA/zu5ZT6HrwiI/s320/My%2Bartpiece%2Bbackground.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone who's studying for exams, all the best!&lt;br /&gt;GPA is not everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-408657632059515112?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/408657632059515112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=408657632059515112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/408657632059515112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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sacrificied my time to watch Harry Potter &amp;amp; the Deathly Hallows Part 1 + study time for dinner with my cousin. Nevertheless, it was worth it. I was constantly laughing through dinner at each other's witty comments and arguments. We also came up with an idea to earn big $$. How great it will be to earn $ without slogging so hard. Well, a plan is forever a plan until it gets executed. Like how a dream remains a dream unless you make it happen (through ACTIONS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, no matter how smart he is, I was disappointed in him in 1 area - his dressing - seeing how he came from the same school! His shirt was definitely bigger than his actual body size. It could be he was trying to hide the extra fats he has accumulated during work. But really, if you want to attract girls, you have to look the part. Fortunately, other aspects such as high self-esteem and quick thinking make up for his flaw :p Sigh I could imagine what Prof Ong would say when he sees him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world definitely work in ways that one would not expect and it caught me by surprise. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-1866321230438691377?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/1866321230438691377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=1866321230438691377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/1866321230438691377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/1866321230438691377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/11/dinner-with-magnificent.html' title='Dinner with the &quot;Magnificent&quot;'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-5984357055707576997</id><published>2010-11-07T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T23:19:23.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excited over holidays!</title><content type='html'>The exams have not even started but already I'm thinking of plans for the holidays.  bungee rides, night cycling, holiday job, holiday trip oh, I missed out 1 very impt plan and that is to have a movie marathon in the Sr. haha if I manage to get 1. how nice it is to have holidays.   Christmas is coming too! woohoo it's the time of the year for sales and where all the cute little decorations and toys come out. I think I might start to send out Christmas cards again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course all these are plans.  what remains at the top of the list is to do well for finals :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-5984357055707576997?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/5984357055707576997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=5984357055707576997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/5984357055707576997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/5984357055707576997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/11/excited-over-holidays.html' title='Excited over holidays!'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-8376523019220103110</id><published>2010-11-05T14:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T14:49:13.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is the day. To be who I imagine to be, what I imagine to do. The day. To get it.</title><content type='html'>I came across this quote in YiQi's blog and thought I should share it. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading some of the blogs to keep up to date of what are others doing and I saw that they are all smiles, looking so happy. For eg, my cousin who migrated to Australia with his family and lives in a house with a garden with flowers blooming in his front porch during spring. His daughter and wife were all smiles and it really makes me envious of the life they have. Well, I could be sour grapes and say that his family has the financial capability to do that while mine does not. Although that's half truth, I didn't want to think it that way. Partly because it was the same reason for my success in sec. So I told myself, "I want to be able to do that too. The only thing that is stopping me is really myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often don't realise that but it is true. A classmate once told me (although I am not very close to him) something which I will remember for the rest of my life, "Why do you keep putting yourself down?" I tried to answer him, but nothing came out of my mouth. I was dumbfounded by his statement and I asked myself that question back. I had no answer for it. Truly, our achievements are limited by our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be positive and confident because it can make you get what you want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-8376523019220103110?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/8376523019220103110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=8376523019220103110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/8376523019220103110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/8376523019220103110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/11/tomorrow-is-day-to-be-who-i-imagine-to.html' title='Tomorrow is the day. To be who I imagine to be, what I imagine to do. The day. To get it.'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-2564014547117004698</id><published>2010-11-05T14:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T14:06:07.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SMU sucks and I wonder why I am considering  to stay longer than required.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-2564014547117004698?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/2564014547117004698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=2564014547117004698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/2564014547117004698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/2564014547117004698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/11/smu-sucks-and-i-wonder-why-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-3433116749944146720</id><published>2010-11-05T13:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T14:05:00.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of common sense or what?</title><content type='html'>Why is it so difficult for people to grasp the basics of communiaction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't people know that shouting = noise(≠ sound) = into 1 ear, out the other + spoils other people's day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so difficult to grasp that basic idea when communicating?!!! It also clearly shows the selfish side of humans because not only you are frustrated, your actions affect others too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please spare a thought for others and keep your emotions to yourself. I'm sure you don't want to have your entire day spoiled too when your day is just beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-3433116749944146720?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/3433116749944146720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=3433116749944146720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/3433116749944146720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/3433116749944146720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/11/lack-of-common-sense-or-what.html' title='Lack of common sense or what?'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-8186527572722772724</id><published>2010-10-18T16:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T17:09:44.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem jingle</title><content type='html'>You hear your CT prof chanting these words&lt;br /&gt;Change is the only constant&lt;br /&gt;But what do they mean&lt;br /&gt;The irony of the words&lt;br /&gt;Makes your head sink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is changing&lt;br /&gt;Employees are leaving&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is racing&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is fluttering&lt;br /&gt;Employers are saying&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to retain you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they're thinking&lt;br /&gt;You are smiling&lt;br /&gt;Because you are maintaining your employability&lt;br /&gt;FQ, EQ, IQ, AQ&lt;br /&gt;QQ you have too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Sir Stanford Raffles&lt;br /&gt;In his admirable post&lt;br /&gt;his resilience to smile&lt;br /&gt;to maintain his cool&lt;br /&gt;You fight your way through&lt;br /&gt;until your boss goes (salute!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-8186527572722772724?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/8186527572722772724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=8186527572722772724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/8186527572722772724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/8186527572722772724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/10/poem-jingle.html' title='Poem jingle'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-7288583392489597518</id><published>2010-09-17T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T00:49:43.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My declaration</title><content type='html'>No more succumbing to the pressure from people around me, no more feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to stop puting myelf down and to become the strong person I used to be. Though there will be many foreseen obstacles in the coming weeks, I will go out with all my might with no regrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-7288583392489597518?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/7288583392489597518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=7288583392489597518' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/7288583392489597518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/7288583392489597518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-declaration.html' title='My declaration'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481256268823767615.post-8271510799849114672</id><published>2010-09-16T01:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T02:00:25.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I start to believe in the good of things again, it just leaves me more disappointed than before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-8271510799849114672?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/8271510799849114672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=8271510799849114672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/8271510799849114672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/8271510799849114672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-i-start-to-believe-in-good-of.html' title=''/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-3301186860745313307</id><published>2010-08-12T00:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T00:32:10.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOG 2 DAYS to go!</title><content type='html'>It was my second time watching the YOG rehearsal but today was amazing. It was the full dress rehearsal so the lights were fully on, participants fully dressed in their costumes and attire plus fireworks of course. Nevertheless, the fireworks could not compete with that on National Day. haha There were dancing to pop songs such as Nobody But You, Tik Tok, BEP Tonight's goona be a Good Night and it was a good night indeed. I love the songs sang by the singers although I couldn't recognise them. (I wished i know their names or at least the titles of the songs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The songs I'm referring to are not the YOG theme song that you hear on the television. On lousy or down days, if you happen to listen to these songs and watch the videos shown, you would eventually feel great and motivated to go out there and do your best. Sometimes, a song plus a video is all it take to get you off your feet, ready to go again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were seating in the red sector and had the special lanyards, there was a dinner reception at the ground level. I really envy the volunteers stationed there. They could enjoy the delicious food there while the volunteers at the YOV "enjoy" the food from SFI. What a big difference!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 2 days to go till the official opening ceremony and I'm excited about the games. Unfortunately, I do not have any tickets to the any of the events. I really would like to go to the swimming events!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I could not elaborate more about the rehearsal so as not to spoil the anticipation of the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-3301186860745313307?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/3301186860745313307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=3301186860745313307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/3301186860745313307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/3301186860745313307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/08/yog-2-days-to-go.html' title='YOG 2 DAYS to go!'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-4516207543748715474</id><published>2010-08-03T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T00:46:10.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We are just 2 people waiting for our right person to appear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-4516207543748715474?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481256268823767615.post-1943004940040819237</id><published>2010-07-25T16:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:36:49.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you really want it, nothing can stand in your way to get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-1943004940040819237?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/1943004940040819237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=1943004940040819237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/1943004940040819237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/1943004940040819237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-you-really-want-it-nothing-can-stand.html' title=''/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-6620366035177857080</id><published>2010-07-19T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T23:09:05.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If conversations always end up in arguments, why bother talking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-6620366035177857080?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/6620366035177857080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=6620366035177857080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/6620366035177857080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/6620366035177857080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-conversations-always-end-up-in.html' title=''/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  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Why do I have to aim so high? In the end, everyone gets to go and I had to stay behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to IR today and saw Manolo Blanik. I was in awe and surprise to see it there but the store's interior design of a cage somehow seems to push customers away rather than attract them into the store. It's more like a showcase rather than a place for customers to purchase the heels. I was sad that the heels were all quite sharp at the front, hence they would most probably hurt when worn. When that happens, nomatter how nice or expensive the heels are, it will turn from hero to zero. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-4714929158660259140?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/4714929158660259140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=4714929158660259140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/4714929158660259140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/4714929158660259140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/07/freak-why-do-i-have-to-aim-so-high-in.html' title=''/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-662171360932907560</id><published>2010-07-06T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T23:39:16.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if you're smart u do not open your mouth for the sake of it. because NOTHING goes into my ears. Say all you want but nothing will be done because you're just looking for excuses, not solutions. that's why you are such a failure to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-662171360932907560?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/662171360932907560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=662171360932907560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/662171360932907560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/662171360932907560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-youre-smart-u-do-not-open-your-mouth.html' title=''/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-4894981916300901769</id><published>2010-06-27T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T23:11:10.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder</title><content type='html'>Things always happen for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sad how things turn out in the end. Just one mistake, one wrong decision in that spilt second, and everything in your life starts to change. That one decision which can make you love or regret your entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I see that person, I wonder how different things could be if not for the excitement which overwhelmed my senses, causing me to make that decision. I did not even think that my small action would affect anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I did. But maybe it was because I trusted that person. In the end, I guess what's done cannot be undone. You may say that I did not try hard enough but, the way I see it, it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;YVRG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-4894981916300901769?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/4894981916300901769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=4894981916300901769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/4894981916300901769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/4894981916300901769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-3890990003602309489</id><published>2010-06-25T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T00:29:25.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping time!</title><content type='html'>I never knew that shopping can be so much fun, so happy and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;addictive&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously, it will be sad if you can't buy the clothes that you like. Every corner you turn, there is a sale going on. But, your subconscious tells you that you can shop &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no more&lt;/span&gt;. The dilemma is driving you crazy. You shop now, you feel guilty later. However, if you don't go, you might not know what you'd have missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for me, shopping doesn't get to me as much because being penniless is worse. So have fun but shop smart ladies. Get the best deals for the things that you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really need&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;YVRG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-3890990003602309489?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/3890990003602309489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=3890990003602309489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/3890990003602309489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/3890990003602309489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/06/shopping-time.html' title='Shopping time!'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-2418603701725424309</id><published>2010-05-07T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T18:43:50.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>为什么你要一次又一次的伤害我？ 你不爽就算了，不必向我发热。我真的对你很失望。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;难到我这生受的委屈还不够吗? 我到底做了什么。。。我的生命那么没色彩&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-2418603701725424309?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/2418603701725424309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=2418603701725424309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/2418603701725424309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/2418603701725424309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_07.html' title=''/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-2215741512072941681</id><published>2010-05-03T01:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T01:58:03.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我就是女王</title><content type='html'>不需要再呼别人的眼光&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最重要的是你自己觉得快不快乐呢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;应为幸福的标准应该由自己决定！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我就是女王&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个绝对不对不起自己的梦想， 为自己坚持的一切付出， 直到最后一秒的女人。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-2215741512072941681?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/2215741512072941681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=2215741512072941681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/2215741512072941681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/2215741512072941681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_03.html' title='我就是女王'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-4390405166746150070</id><published>2010-05-02T01:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T02:02:42.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>世界上又有个大仗了 。 为什么个个国家就是不能好好的相处，外交的和对方解决彼此的差别呢? 到了最后， 双方还不是受到顺势。这有何必吗？ 大家都只不过放工回来有个美丽的家休息，放轻松的看着电视，一家人一起吃饭说笑， 这有多难。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每一天过去就是每一个真加的危险性； 坦心家变成不如家似的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-4390405166746150070?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/4390405166746150070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=4390405166746150070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/4390405166746150070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/4390405166746150070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-2598420089988925166</id><published>2010-04-16T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T21:07:00.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If relaxing while watching drama is a crime, why are there still TVs here?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living has become from Worse -&gt; Worst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so horrible, inconsiderate..................incorrigible!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-2598420089988925166?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/2598420089988925166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=2598420089988925166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/2598420089988925166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/2598420089988925166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-relaxing-while-watching-drama-is.html' title=''/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-8682340284887341519</id><published>2010-04-13T17:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T18:21:58.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having trouble getting your child to clean up?</title><content type='html'>One great advice that many parents will swear by: Talk to your kids NICELY, and naturally, they will clean up the mess they make. If you are lucky, they may even help you with the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why this works?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try putting yourself in your children's shoes. Do you remember how much you love your kids because they were so nice to you? It was because you were nice to them. It works &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;2&lt;/span&gt; ways.&lt;br /&gt;How about the time when despite the fact that you had endless amount of work, you still try your very best to help that friend of yours because she/he was so nice to you, and you couldn't say No. Well, same here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you caught some of your kid's facial expressions whenever you shout, asking them "Why are the toys or clothes lying all around the place?" Yes, you saw it when they thought you didn't. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rolled eyes, face that was so "black"&lt;/span&gt; as if doom is here. It is kind of funny when you think back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screming and shouting often backfire because they are like sirens, warning people to stay as far or away from the place or someone. While screaming does work in the short-run to get your child to clean up, the place will most likely be in a mess the next time. Thus, screaming may be one way to scare them to get them to clean up, however, the truth is that cleaning up is becoming more of a chore. And when that happens, one will try to avoid it as best as possible because it is not something one enjoys doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt; to them in the same manner that you want others to too. Tell them why there is a need to keep the place clean. So that your kid will be able to find his/her things easily and neighbours would drop by will be impressed with the capability in keeping tidy. As long as they promise to keep the place tidy after their fun time, let them have some fun while you watch how happy they are and recollect the days when you were just like them too - having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;YVRG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-8682340284887341519?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/8682340284887341519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=8682340284887341519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/8682340284887341519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/8682340284887341519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/04/having-trouble-getting-your-child-to.html' title='Having trouble getting your child to clean up?'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-9138490157194723232</id><published>2010-04-12T19:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T19:24:39.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Those who wants to change their fate must know how to be brave, know how to sacrifice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-9138490157194723232?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/9138490157194723232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=9138490157194723232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/9138490157194723232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/9138490157194723232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/04/those-who-wants-to-change-their-fate.html' title=''/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-8074331824764740468</id><published>2010-04-10T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:45:51.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the finest or the opposite?</title><content type='html'>The Singapore education system is said to be one of the finest in the world, But is it really so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I admit that the Singapore education system has its benefits, its rigid system is forcing me to rethink why am I studying so hard for. Why am I giving my youth away when I should be enjoying it as it only comes once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone in Singapore is studying; aiming to be the first in their cohort or at least obtain a certificate htat is lined with countless As. But let me ask you this question, does a good certificate necessarily ensure you a good job in the future? Does it necessarily bring you happiness? The answer may be yes &amp;amp; no. I personally say no to both. I guess that's why some people choose to drop out of school and create their own business instead because it's a much smarter way to earn a living and be happy doing the things they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Study hard, play hard. Reap the seeds you sow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;These phrases are true, but to a certain extent because there is a limit to the amount of effort one can put in doing something. In a short period of 10 plus weeks, where one has to juggle with a ridiculous number of meetings + assignments + reports + presentations + exams, it's as though the contents in a bottle expecting to burst any moment and when it burst, Rejoice! Freedom freedom freedom~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is exactly how I feel. Having gone through so many years of education, I no longer enjoy the process of learning and that's one of the greatest failures of Singapore's education system: up till now, it is unsuccessful in making learning fun or allow students to see how what they are able to apply what they have learnt to real life. There is hardly any interactive learning. Even if there is, the students' minds have long been engraved with 'achieving As' as their top priority. That's their job/duty of a Singaporean kid. How depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to say that it is time to do the things I like, chase the dreams I have and create my life because I only have 1 life. One should always follow one's heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-8074331824764740468?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/8074331824764740468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=8074331824764740468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/8074331824764740468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/8074331824764740468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-of-finest-or-opposite.html' title='One of the finest or the opposite?'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-7235878744991884295</id><published>2010-04-09T00:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T01:02:30.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The post that never made it to where it was supposed to be</title><content type='html'>JJ's camp is so special because you feel that the leaders and teachers really care for you. Their unconditional care is so rare that it touches the other person's heart. The leaders take their jobs seriously by making sure you are ok, that you are having a blast of your time &amp;amp; simply enjoying yourself. It doesn't matter which school you come from because everyone is part of the JJ family and everyone helps one another - JJ spirit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Light sticks, LT5, storeroom, mass dance, red bean buns, stars &amp;amp; friends that last a lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-7235878744991884295?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/7235878744991884295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=7235878744991884295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/7235878744991884295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/7235878744991884295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/04/post-that-never-made-it-on-where-it-was.html' title='The post that never made it to where it was supposed to be'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-5710122441090290267</id><published>2010-04-08T22:30:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T00:43:06.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the exam period and I should be studying, but somehow, my heart is just not with me. I switched on my computer because I was looking for a song JJ Lin was singing on Ha Lin's song competition (if  U know the title, pls tell me :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my heart is not in the right place, I thought I take a sneak peek into one of my role model's blog. I shall not mention who he is here, but his drive, capability to succeed in whatever he does and yet maintain a pure heart were the reasons why I was so attracted to him. :) He reiminded me of my old self, how motivated and driven I was too; something which I am trying very hard to get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a sneak into his blog (it wasn't a sneak anyway since it was made public), I found out that he was going to NTU. Good for him, I thought as it has a relatively good ranking despite being located in a small country. What really surprised me was that he was interested in Accountancy and Business because in my mind, I had always imagined him to be more of someone who studies engineering related courses. Well, that speaks how well I know him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading his posts and came across a particular one about Death. Interesting topic, I thought. haha. He talked about what his friend said that we all disappear after we die and that our existence lies in the mind of those we have come into interaction before. Nevertheless, people move on. While there will always be memories, time can make a person forget even the most significant event in their lives. Personally, I wasn't very concerned with my disappearance because I think that the person who is living with these fading memories bears greater pain when he or she revive the time we spent together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste time thinking about things that you don't have an answer to. Look to the future where it is filled with opportunities for you to grab hold of.  And I look forward to waking up every morning to a lovely sunny day with the stretch of greens in front of me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. Oh, I managed to find out the song that JJ was singing - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="long-title" title="小酒窩 (粵語版 Full Version) - 林俊傑  蔡卓妍"&gt;小酒窩 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(little dimples). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't say how much I like him haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Take care J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;YVRG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-5710122441090290267?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/5710122441090290267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=5710122441090290267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/5710122441090290267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/5710122441090290267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-exam-period-and-i-should-be.html' title=''/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-6952851565945070274</id><published>2010-03-31T03:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T03:35:34.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love MEDICINE</title><content type='html'>Finally, I know what I like; what I am really interested in. If only I can get into the Medicine course in NUS. sigh. I really like biology and the study of the human body. For the first time, I was so awake during the whole presentation by DR Lim. It looks so interesting and cool.&lt;br /&gt;It was refreshing compared to all the other boring lectures. I can even remember what he was talking about; joint replacement, patient matching, cartillage. Today was really a great day as I learnt something. Yeah! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what should I do? I want to study medicine or something related to bio? But I can't get into Medicine. Overseas? I don't mind if there's a chance I can study something I love but it'll be expensive. Any advice on where to go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-6952851565945070274?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/6952851565945070274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=6952851565945070274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/6952851565945070274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/6952851565945070274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-medicine.html' title='I love MEDICINE'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-2849842880524744694</id><published>2010-03-26T01:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T01:30:05.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>I want a boyfriend who has a nice house, nice car, beautiful eyes, beautiful smile, nice &amp;amp; caring parents and a generrous heart. The house doesn't need to be a big one, but it should have a counter or bar top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop dreaming already, RG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-2849842880524744694?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/2849842880524744694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=2849842880524744694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/2849842880524744694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/2849842880524744694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/03/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-636514213324507033</id><published>2010-03-22T00:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T00:48:17.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really need to go back to my work. But before that, I came across this picture &amp;amp; it looks freaking cool! I am going to do the same to my dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/S6ZLKxS5TgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/TQsAN-9iV7c/s1600-h/Prada+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/S6ZLKxS5TgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/TQsAN-9iV7c/s320/Prada+dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451127047381929474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Grace/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Grace/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Grace/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-636514213324507033?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/636514213324507033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=636514213324507033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/636514213324507033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/636514213324507033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-really-need-to-go-back-to-my-work.html' title=''/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/S6ZLKxS5TgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/TQsAN-9iV7c/s72-c/Prada+dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481256268823767615.post-865056776386026779</id><published>2010-03-21T23:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T00:00:49.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time? What time?</title><content type='html'>The endless work and seamless nights of replying to emails has made me numb to the essence of time. Like how mornings are no longer greeted with a sense of excitement; looking forward to a beautiful day, while night is greeted with a pile of work. Distractions become more apparent as you allow them to lure you from your "misery." In fact, true misery starts when you realise that the stack of work is only going to keep piling up until you start doing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just sent an sms to a client without realising how late it was. I hoped I didn't wake her up, although it will be good if she replies me. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My efficiency level has been extremely low this year.&lt;br /&gt;I really wish that things will improve once school term ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to really buck up Rule the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go for it, RG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-865056776386026779?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/865056776386026779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=865056776386026779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/865056776386026779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/865056776386026779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-time.html' title='Time? What time?'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-8285220169449438771</id><published>2010-03-21T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T00:58:22.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless nights and nightmares</title><content type='html'>3 a.m. is the new 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 is early&lt;br /&gt;10 is still available&lt;br /&gt;12 is bliss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-8285220169449438771?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/8285220169449438771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=8285220169449438771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/8285220169449438771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/8285220169449438771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/03/sleepless-nights-and-nightmares.html' title='Sleepless nights and nightmares'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-8398565587331630331</id><published>2010-03-08T01:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T01:25:52.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; when there is no chemistry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can chemistry really be built up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..'..'..'''.''..'.''.....'..'.'.....'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to be able to lean on your shoulders when I'm tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;To see your beautiful smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Laugh at your sillyness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;And give you my heart&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/3481256268823767615-8398565587331630331?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/8398565587331630331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=8398565587331630331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/8398565587331630331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/8398565587331630331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/03/is-it-love-when-there-is-no-chemistry.html' title=''/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-3824870090599563012</id><published>2010-03-05T12:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T12:17:31.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is always fortunate to be loved than to love. Unfortunately, I'm not the girl you're looking for at the moment. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With love comes great sacrifices and care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;RG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-3824870090599563012?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/3824870090599563012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=3824870090599563012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/3824870090599563012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/3824870090599563012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-is-always-fortunate-to-be-loved-than.html' title=''/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-7580197332645748789</id><published>2010-02-24T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:38:20.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasting than saving</title><content type='html'>ARRRRRGGGGGHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish to say that I loathe the computer &amp;amp; the Internet now more than ever. It's really wasting a lot of useless man-hours which can be put to better use. All the downloading and waiting time; it is absolutely frustrating to sit there staring in blank space while waiting for some picture to appear. Also, it is quite likely that your boss or colleagues are expecting you to be checking your mail 24/7 because the Internet is readily available. If you did not reply and it was something urgent, guess what were their thoughts at that moment? I don't blame them cos this is one of the effects of the advancement in technology. But seriously, if it is something impt, just call. It's more effective as you get an immediate response instead of waiting &amp;amp; wondering if the other person is reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Disclaimer: This post is directed to technology itself and not anyone in particular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-7580197332645748789?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/7580197332645748789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=7580197332645748789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/7580197332645748789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/7580197332645748789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/02/wasting-than-saving.html' title='Wasting than saving'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-1367456165701388420</id><published>2010-02-10T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T23:29:22.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The brutality of reality</title><content type='html'>The truth just hurts sometimes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-1367456165701388420?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/1367456165701388420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=1367456165701388420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/1367456165701388420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/1367456165701388420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/02/brutality-of-reality.html' title='The brutality of reality'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-4923635462917007886</id><published>2010-02-10T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T14:37:07.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.T</title><content type='html'>I am sure my eyes are going to pop out 1 day. Seating on the library floor now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was 1 hell of a hectic day (as if it has never been since day 1). I was hunting for power point supply after my laptop's battery burned out so that I can upload my completed proposal to the rest of the team. Let me tell you finding a power point is not easy, especially in MacDonald's or cafes like Coffee Bean. They are either already been occupied or have limited number of supply points for your plug. The best is still the national library, although my friends have told me that some libraries do lock up some of the power points to prevent people from using it. I guess it's part of saving the environment or saving (walking) space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh! I wish I can "add s to cream" out loud. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go for meeting now at a faraway land. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year &amp;amp; enjoy the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;YVRG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-4923635462917007886?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/4923635462917007886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=4923635462917007886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/4923635462917007886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/4923635462917007886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/02/tt.html' title='T.T'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-7217123216409751713</id><published>2010-02-01T06:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T06:51:58.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super flyers</title><content type='html'>I want to be Sonic or Astro Boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/S2YINNXfvtI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0OGhmkFPF64/s1600-h/astro-boy-bande-annonce-L-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433039023488614098" style="WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/S2YINNXfvtI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0OGhmkFPF64/s320/astro-boy-bande-annonce-L-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/S2YJarKu41I/AAAAAAAAAFg/L8J-_JbPZ9Q/s1600-h/sonic+speeding.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433040354338071378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/S2YJarKu41I/AAAAAAAAAFg/L8J-_JbPZ9Q/s320/sonic+speeding.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But before I can do that, I have to get rid of my panda eyes sob..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-7217123216409751713?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/7217123216409751713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=7217123216409751713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/7217123216409751713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/7217123216409751713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/02/super-flyers.html' title='Super flyers'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/S2YINNXfvtI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0OGhmkFPF64/s72-c/astro-boy-bande-annonce-L-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481256268823767615.post-4714967521605575170</id><published>2010-02-01T06:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T06:39:34.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like--Like</title><content type='html'>Who ever said that opposites attract&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-4714967521605575170?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/4714967521605575170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=4714967521605575170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/4714967521605575170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/4714967521605575170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/02/like-like.html' title='Like--Like'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-5168261436812400896</id><published>2010-01-31T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:31:49.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness before Joy/Bliss?</title><content type='html'>Why must Love &amp;amp; misery come as a pair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is noble&lt;br /&gt;Love is hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is&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/3481256268823767615-5168261436812400896?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/5168261436812400896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=5168261436812400896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/5168261436812400896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/5168261436812400896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/01/sadness-before-joybliss.html' title='Sadness before Joy/Bliss?'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-4934250723232047484</id><published>2010-01-24T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T00:23:48.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally know which object represents me best! Haha. I'm so happy. :) P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-4934250723232047484?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/4934250723232047484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=4934250723232047484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/4934250723232047484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/4934250723232047484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-finally-know-which-object-represents.html' title=''/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-5668818688236593032</id><published>2010-01-10T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:25:38.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not guilty until proven</title><content type='html'>Well, there's only one thing to do now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-5668818688236593032?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/5668818688236593032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=5668818688236593032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/5668818688236593032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/5668818688236593032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-guilty-until-proven.html' title='Not guilty until proven'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-1336094325120492598</id><published>2009-12-18T13:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T13:48:05.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>' '</title><content type='html'>I looked out of my window. Into the stretch of greens, and the clear blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What am I DOING?" I asked myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-RG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-1336094325120492598?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/1336094325120492598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=1336094325120492598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/1336094325120492598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/1336094325120492598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-looked-out-of-my-window-into-green.html' title='&apos; &apos;'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-3786801318216346040</id><published>2009-12-15T11:13:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T13:54:24.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely cards~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/SycDgJCAxKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ZQYeb4_CiIc/s1600-h/folk_girl_chick_angle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415300927651366050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/SycDgJCAxKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ZQYeb4_CiIc/s320/folk_girl_chick_angle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I came across this interesting website (&lt;a href="http://sycamorestreetpress.com/"&gt;http://sycamorestreetpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;) about print pressing yesterday. I had forgotten how I discovered it, but I was fascinated by the idea and how the cards were full of details. They were just fabulous. It is definitely a great way to impress your friends since Christmas is just round the corner, or for any occasion. I.e. a card (top) to congratulate your best friend who had just given birth to a baby girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of making one myself (they are sure to be pretty expensive!), but realised that you need a really large machine for the print pressing. Or at least a template with the design you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some other cards which caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/SycD_wVKXjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QKDpgCbgAfQ/s1600-h/il_fullxfull_78130327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415301470776614450" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 183px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/SycD_wVKXjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QKDpgCbgAfQ/s320/il_fullxfull_78130327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/SycEAdQ2TPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/kwp_S0rusxI/s1600-h/il_fullxfull_78130628.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/SycHF-WIcMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CmImj_2800U/s1600-h/Mosiac+print+press.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415304876152877250" style="WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/SycHF-WIcMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CmImj_2800U/s320/Mosiac+print+press.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/SycEAdQ2TPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/kwp_S0rusxI/s1600-h/il_fullxfull_78130628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415301482838117618" style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/SycEAdQ2TPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/kwp_S0rusxI/s320/il_fullxfull_78130628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img alt="" src="file:///C:/Users/Grace/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///C:/Users/Grace/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While these cards may look exclusive and when think about it, it is not something commonly seen in Sg, fret not! Because they have it at this address:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Infinity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;60 Mei Hwan Drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I cannot guarantee that the place still sells these cards as I got the address from the creator's website. I am not too sure when was the last time they updated it. However, if I happen to visit the place, which I do, and they do sell the cards, I shall inform you guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Have a Great holiday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;RG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-3786801318216346040?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/3786801318216346040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=3786801318216346040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/3786801318216346040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/3786801318216346040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-came-across-this-interesting-website.html' title='Lovely cards~!'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/SycDgJCAxKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ZQYeb4_CiIc/s72-c/folk_girl_chick_angle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481256268823767615.post-2966463645031404836</id><published>2009-12-10T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:46:21.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 simple rules (in life)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Never blame others for your mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;2. Choices have consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Put yourself in others' shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;4. Never overfeed a man a fish or you will regret feeding him &lt;br /&gt;your entire life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;5. Stop complaining! Deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;6. No man can be too modest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;7. You either take control of your own life or people will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;8. Be daring but know your limits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-2966463645031404836?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/2966463645031404836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=2966463645031404836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/2966463645031404836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/2966463645031404836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2009/12/8-simple-rules-in-life.html' title='8 simple rules (in life)'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-3041230335088900838</id><published>2009-11-26T22:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T23:41:08.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/Sw6ewi023qI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tawpPySm_yg/s1600/2004-Porsche-911-GT3-Yellow-Turn-1024x768.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/Sw6gq6v2wJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/578JSNSA6NQ/s1600/2004-Porsche-911-GT3-Yellow-Turn-1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/Sw6gq6v2wJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/578JSNSA6NQ/s320/2004-Porsche-911-GT3-Yellow-Turn-1024x768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408436861703471250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009: Year of discovery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Year of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; CHANGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;. Year I Rule The World!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      (watch out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-3041230335088900838?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/3041230335088900838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=3041230335088900838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/3041230335088900838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/3041230335088900838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2009/11/2010_26.html' title='2010'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/Sw6gq6v2wJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/578JSNSA6NQ/s72-c/2004-Porsche-911-GT3-Yellow-Turn-1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481256268823767615.post-6793398022635536054</id><published>2009-11-24T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T23:12:31.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed networking</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U9YBU1OPsi8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/U9YBU1OPsi8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&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;Another video just for leisure :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-6793398022635536054?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/6793398022635536054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=6793398022635536054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/6793398022635536054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/6793398022635536054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2009/11/speed-networking.html' title='Speed networking'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-7497820478041160982</id><published>2009-11-24T22:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:46:24.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still not convinced of the extent of IT in our lives today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/727403/microsoft_no_more_keyboards.swf" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" name="Metacafe_727403" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/2424071/new_windows_touch_on_glass_surface.swf" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" name="Metacafe_2424071" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/727403/microsoft_no_more_keyboards/"&gt;Microsoft No More Keyboards&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;The funniest bloopers are right here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/2424071/new_windows_touch_on_glass_surface/"&gt;New Windows Touch on Glass Surface&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;These bloopers are hilarious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/727403/microsoft_no_more_keyboards/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must really give credit to Microsoft (as a company) or anyone for the matter, for discovering the vast potential technology has to date. Honestly, I am quite interested and curious to experience that kind of technology in retail shops, or even at home. Accessibility is just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one touch&lt;/span&gt; away. Nevertheless, the advancement of technology should not be developed at such a fast pace that it over-overwhelms our lives. Any faster, we humans would be like trying to catch up with Usain Bolt. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-7497820478041160982?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/7497820478041160982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=7497820478041160982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/7497820478041160982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/7497820478041160982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2009/11/still-not-convinced-of-extent-of-it-in.html' title='Still not convinced of the extent of IT in our lives today?'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-4760563153371298698</id><published>2009-11-22T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T01:13:18.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted effort!</title><content type='html'>I'm half freaking out now! I just found out that my blog is in a mess if I use IE to view. But it's perfectly fine when I'm using Firefox! Can someone tell me why is this happening? And what should I do to make both of them the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh! Gonna fix this asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;RG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-4760563153371298698?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/4760563153371298698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=4760563153371298698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/4760563153371298698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/4760563153371298698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2009/11/wasted-effort.html' title='Wasted effort!'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481256268823767615.post-4121991961735291510</id><published>2009-11-20T21:53:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T02:52:40.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoVe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;iS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;BlInD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-4121991961735291510?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/4121991961735291510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=4121991961735291510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/4121991961735291510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/4121991961735291510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2009/11/love.html' title=''/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-1613003778989503408</id><published>2009-11-20T15:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T03:00:07.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maksim in Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406070251438478642" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 367px; height: 241px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/SwY4QEfMFTI/AAAAAAAAADA/5EFdvq2-zVg/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406070818723183618" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 249px; height: 332px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/SwY4xFyZvAI/AAAAAAAAADI/2dBqA_n-gio/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406072682950810818" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 372px; height: 280px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/SwY6dmk53MI/AAAAAAAAADo/yuKNnHiL-Lo/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406072673132267714" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 407px; height: 144px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/SwY6dB_-yMI/AAAAAAAAADg/OgwKjjahwY0/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some of the few pictures I had managed to take during the concert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The concert was a memorable one for me. It was enjoyable to watch Maksim play. I was mesmerised by the speed of his fingers as they glided through the keys. And in some instances, they flew from one point to the other well under his control. He even danced to the notes, bringing out the rhythm of the song. As he played, the hall was instantly filled with notes of his talent. The music was light, sometimes quizzcal. Nevetheless, it was easy for one to get lost in one's mind and reflect on the events that has happened in one's life. However, I was disappointed (accompanied with some other guests) that he didn't play the &lt;em&gt;Flight of the Bumble Bee&lt;/em&gt;. I would really loved to see him play it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was one thing which I noticed that made me laugh. As Maksim is really really TALL, his legs were constantly hitting against the grand piano. As a result, he had to keep his legs tucked in most of the time while he was playing. Poor guy. I wondered whether it was the same with his own piano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, no photography was allowed in the concert hall. The Esplanade staff was constantly on the watch for people taking photos and warned those who were taking pictures. She irritated quite a number of people though. What is a concert without any pictures? I would understand if it was because of the camera's flash light that might irrtate the artist. But, we paid so much for the ticket and didn't switched on the flash mode. Still, we are not allowed to take any pictures?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Apologies to the last 2 pictures if they are blur as I tried to stretch it so that it can be seen larger.&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/3481256268823767615-1613003778989503408?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/1613003778989503408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=1613003778989503408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/1613003778989503408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/1613003778989503408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2009/11/maksim-in-singapore.html' title='Maksim in Singapore'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/SwY4QEfMFTI/AAAAAAAAADA/5EFdvq2-zVg/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481256268823767615.post-2742330332409692349</id><published>2009-11-18T11:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T13:29:15.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The will to succeed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/SwOGEGvPqvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/CbQVfs4Yuac/s1600/Swing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405311382861097714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/SwOGEGvPqvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/CbQVfs4Yuac/s320/Swing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Some days you feel so trite that you just wish for a black hole to suck you up. Or being able to teleport to a place where it's just You and mother nature; afar from all other human contacts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;But somehow, your mind tells you that you just have to live with it. So, suck it up and make the best out of the rest of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;In life, there are never easy choices to make (Who would hope for difficult choices?). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;We are constantly faced with adversities, but it is often the case that these adversities help us to become stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Something from Bob: You don't do it when you feel like it. You put yourself in the mode and go out there and do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;3,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;RG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3481256268823767615-2742330332409692349?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/2742330332409692349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=2742330332409692349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/2742330332409692349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/2742330332409692349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2009/11/will-to-succeed.html' title='The will to succeed'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yi1MoHRlGQI/SwOGEGvPqvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/CbQVfs4Yuac/s72-c/Swing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3481256268823767615.post-9193436428408502539</id><published>2009-11-18T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:44:06.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Begging the question</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Why are they so handsome and charming?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And why is it that handsome guys are always being snatched up so quickly?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-9193436428408502539?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/9193436428408502539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=9193436428408502539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/9193436428408502539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/9193436428408502539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2009/11/begging-question.html' title='Begging the question'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-4992693997392110025</id><published>2009-11-09T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T02:57:09.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Train ride</title><content type='html'>Today's sightings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady in her thrities wearing a white blouse with a black high waist skirt and carrying a Louis Vuitton brown tote bag that has become so common like a T-shirt. Beside her, a 60 year old lady was asleep, with her eyes shut tight And on the 60 year old lady's lap was a black checkered black &amp;amp; grey "LV" bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really like to believe that the bag the 60 year old lady was carrying was authentic, but its straps were tattered coupled with threads hanging in the air. However, a reliable source once told me that Prada's leather bags are not up to the standard of the quality of bags the brand offers, thus breaking the bag into 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on some shopping though it was my initial goal to reach home as soon as possible so that I can start off with my 8-10 pages long of essay due this coming FRIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered how after trying a dress that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Luxury items such as Chanel, Louis Vuitton and Gucci used to be so expensive that only the rich could afford it. Today, you can never fail to spot a person carrying either one of these high-end brands products; from cardholders to the latest IT bags. With about a month's pay of a full-time office staff, you will be able to show off that new Miu Miu bag that you just bought to the world. While these branded products are usually spotted on the younger population, times has definitely changed. If you had observe carefully, you might have noticed that even some elderly were spotted carrying these branded bags, which was considered to be a rare scene in Singapore. So, the next time you see a branded bag on the hands of a more mature lady, don't be surprised because even the older generation wants IN and wants to be a part of the luxurious world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-4992693997392110025?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/4992693997392110025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=4992693997392110025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/4992693997392110025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/4992693997392110025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2009/11/train-ride.html' title='Train ride'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-870302725284775236</id><published>2009-11-06T01:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T01:57:42.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you feeling the heat or was it all an illusion?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are you feeling the heat as you &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;push&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yourself beyond your limits. While the journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;may be leave you worklagged (instead of jetlagged), wanting to kill yourself, thinking why can't this be over sooner and wondering &lt;em&gt;why on earth are you working so hard for&lt;/em&gt;? I guess the last point is what everyone would like to or needs to ask themselves. The big question: &lt;strong&gt;WHY&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WHY? It's because it's worth it. The sense of victory and accomplishment that you feel in the end is closely related to your goals or aims which you set for yourself and others. Although you may not pin high hopes for doing well in the beginning, as you see yourself growing stronger, overcoming each "obstacle" that you thought was impossible to overcome, you gradually become more confident in your capability. This drives you to achieve beyond your limits, thus bringing yourself one step nearer to success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, what truly boils down is having the &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;courage&lt;/span&gt; to get out of your comfort zone and like what someone once gave me a piece of advice, "test the waters" and you will know what you are likely to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People often say that there is "no chance" for them to be successful or to take charge because the outspoken, confident and successful ones were always chosen over them. Actually, if you take a step back and think of all those times when someone ask you to lead a team or do something that you were uncomfortable with, you rejected that &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;opportunity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because you have no experience or the lack of confidence in yourself. These are opportunities that are presented to you. You do not need to waste time and energy to find these opportunities. As the old saying goes, "You never cherish what's in front of you until you lost it" (or "you never grab hold of that chance until it is lost forever). Well, it is in human nature to be fearful of things that we did not deal with before. But, if you dare to step out of that shell of yours that is protecting you from the social "dangers", I promise, the journey is going to be more enjoyable &amp;amp; a life-enriching one. Thus, I'd say on't be shy &amp;amp; Grab that opportunity now before it's gone too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all or else I'll be serving up eyebags tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;YVRG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-870302725284775236?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/870302725284775236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=870302725284775236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/870302725284775236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/870302725284775236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2009/11/are-you-feeling-heat-or-was-it-all.html' title='Are you feeling the heat or was it all an illusion?'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-2243338793128356111</id><published>2009-10-05T03:22:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T02:55:56.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All we are-Matt Nathanson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tasted, tasted love so sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all of it was lost on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bought and sold like property&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sugar on my tongue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I kept falling over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I kept looking backward&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I went broke believing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That the simple should be hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All we are we are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All we are we are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And every day is a start of something beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wasted, wasted love for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trading out for something new&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, it's hard to change the way you lose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you think you've never won&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause all we are we are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All we are we are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And every day is a start of something beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in the end the words won't matter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause in the end nothing stays the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in the end dreams just scatter and fall like rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause all we are we are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All we are we are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And every day is a start of something beautiful, something real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All we are we are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All we are we are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And every day is a start of something beautiful, beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-2243338793128356111?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/2243338793128356111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=2243338793128356111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/2243338793128356111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/2243338793128356111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-we-are-matt-nathanson.html' title='All we are-Matt Nathanson'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-4892075868605720409</id><published>2009-08-11T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:20:40.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sense of Nostalgia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How am I going to feel tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Same I guess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's no point hoping for something that's not there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No, there isn't anything to hope for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everything is just my imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's the most accurate answer &amp;amp; no more lies though the truth sucks sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-4892075868605720409?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/4892075868605720409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=4892075868605720409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/4892075868605720409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/4892075868605720409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2009/08/sense-of-nostalgia.html' title='A sense of Nostalgia...'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-2092698933420263926</id><published>2009-08-11T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:29:17.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bid you to heaven</title><content type='html'>Bidding! Bidding! I hate bidding especially when I didn't get what I want.&lt;br /&gt;It's so troublesome &amp;amp; everytime you didn't get your bids, you feel worse. Urgh. I hate this. I seriously want to go on a holiday. Out of the country at the very least!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I made a couple of new nice friends today. Zhi Wen. Jin Hao, Jerry (or is it Terry), Brian. Mainly guys, I know but I'm no guy magnet. It's just that there aren't many girls in my group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever reading this, please support Trilympics this year on 19 Dec 2009. It's similar to Olympic Dream 07- SUPPORT FOR DISABILITY SPORTS.  I was very proud when the person in charge showed a video full of JJ leaders participating. Of course, he boast about SMU. Without SMU students, the event woiuld have failed. I guess all person-in-charge always say that to whoever is participating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  The pledge cards on sale nation-wide in areas such as Toa Payoh Hub, Orchard Rd, AMK and Suntec City are only for &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;$2&lt;/span&gt;. Or you can donate any amount if you're not intending to get a pledge card.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-2092698933420263926?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/2092698933420263926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=2092698933420263926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/2092698933420263926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/2092698933420263926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2009/08/bid-you-to-heaven.html' title='Bid you to heaven'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-4836636873321990348</id><published>2009-07-19T02:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T02:17:18.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop and let go!</title><content type='html'>It's much better letting go and not worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point worrying when you can't change anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr 'Yu'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But be sure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-4836636873321990348?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/4836636873321990348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=4836636873321990348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/4836636873321990348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/4836636873321990348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2009/07/stop-and-let-go.html' title='Stop and let go!'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-4455794225829030492</id><published>2009-07-19T01:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T02:10:58.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Sinful;not hooked</title><content type='html'>I went to the new shopping  centre near the Central Library in Bugis. 9 of us went to the Japanese restaurant to have our dinner. What's interesting was the way we ordered our food due to the &lt;em&gt;advancement of technology in the 21st century&lt;/em&gt;. To order, there was a black pen-like thing that you used to scan the sticker or barcode on the menu, select the quantity and enter. Your order is now registered in the system. To end your order, scan the box SEND at the bottom of the menu and the kitchen will start preparing. All that's left is wait and be served. It was interesting since it was my first time seeing it and using it. The food was average, nothing too special and &lt;em&gt;overpriced&lt;/em&gt;. The Obanawaki (forgive me if I spelled incorrectly), cabbage at the bottom followed by noddles, meat and prawn and egg with japanese, mayo sauce was nice. It was similar to the one in Taka basement foodcourt omelette-wrapped noddle. I had my first taste of Sake. It smelled and tasted like varnish but I finished half a cup with constant thinking about what it was made from-rice (and alcohol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had reserved a part of our stomachs for the 'freshest ice cream in the world.' Again, it was overpriced and did not taste fantastic. We ordered two flavours. One was white chocolate ice cream with almonds, caramel and raspberries while the other was a mint chocolate ice cream cone. Unfortuantely, white chocolate was sold out and we took chocolate instead. &lt;em&gt;Warning:&lt;/em&gt; Chocolate and raspberries do not mix very well though it is still edible. The ice cream tasted like normal, nothing special but their wafer was nice and crispy as it was just baked. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was not an ice cream I would go back again and again. What I'd recommend is Andersen's wafer coupled with Swensen's (sticky chewy chocolate) ice cream would leave with hoping for more. Yumm. That's what I call getting hook!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-4455794225829030492?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/4455794225829030492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=4455794225829030492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/4455794225829030492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/4455794225829030492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2009/07/super-sinfulnot-hooked.html' title='Super Sinful;not hooked'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-449109223936734467</id><published>2009-07-12T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T01:43:03.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Break free. Cut the string that is holding me back. Watch me rise and fly in glee. Freedom and happiness I achieve. The sky painting itself baby blue to the likings of little children on Earth. Lighting up everyone's heart with a smile. Take care, my love and we shall meet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-449109223936734467?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/449109223936734467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=449109223936734467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/449109223936734467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/449109223936734467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2009/07/break-free.html' title=''/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-776730365994039182</id><published>2009-07-12T01:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T01:34:42.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love love love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Love blinds us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But a word of warning: save most of it for your better judgement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The truth hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Reality is always harsh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;As the words and emotions sink to the bottom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Don't realise that you're in the wrong path till it's too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So take your time to fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When love always takes us by surprises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;May it be delightful ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And take it all in stride &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Forgo the heartbreaks and hatred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Because You are priceless and a better person in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-776730365994039182?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/776730365994039182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=776730365994039182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/776730365994039182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/776730365994039182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-love-love.html' title='Love love love'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-22022491679156718</id><published>2009-07-12T01:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T01:37:40.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Techni-colour finally!</title><content type='html'>Ah... my Prince. There you were standing in front of me as I walked towards you. You coloured my life that has been grey for too long. If only it wasn't world differences between the both of us, I would go all out and win your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You stood there tall and straight, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;perfecting your 'I'm-the-future-boss' look &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stunned me with your metallic glasses &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With the car I dream to have a ride in it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You surprised me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Choosing one big enough for a gang of 5 than a 2 seater with horse power&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for the lovely day. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-22022491679156718?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/22022491679156718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=22022491679156718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/22022491679156718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/22022491679156718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2009/07/techi-colour-finally.html' title='Techni-colour finally!'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-2806578879477626266</id><published>2009-06-28T00:46:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T01:24:57.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May you rest in peace, Michael</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Firstly, I would like to express my condolences to the Jackson family. The King of Pop, Michael Jackson was a lengendary singer, father and dancer who will always be remembered for his uniqueness and talents. I really wish to go to Neverland to play before it disappears if there are plans to destroy it. That place though is a theme park but opened by Michael plus naming it Neverland gives the place a magical feeling to life. Haha. Me and my fantasy. One burning question remains in my mind is why did Michael turned fair, not stay just as he was. Maybe it was because at the time, racial discrimination was still strong in USA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Despite being charged for molesting, he remained unbeaten by the media. He stood strong in front of the public and moved out of the limelight. (Why didn't he fight back? To show that he was innocent instead of settling the case with money. I felt that the whole thing was unjust to Michael. He might have thought that money would end the case and the bad press short and sweet. Given his compassionate character, I think that he was willing to do whatever it takes to protect him and his family. :( &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The day he died, fans truly understood what a magnificent person he was as they cried for the lengendary and one and only- Michael Jackson.&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/3481256268823767615-2806578879477626266?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/2806578879477626266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=2806578879477626266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/2806578879477626266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/2806578879477626266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-life-has-changed-to-techni-colur.html' title='May you rest in peace, Michael'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-7752100539390873317</id><published>2009-06-21T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:25:34.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's my prince?</title><content type='html'>Ate cockles and flower crab for lunch. Had an unwell stomach for the rest of the afternoon. I felt like vomitting but nothing came out. Decided to rest till dinner time and felt better. It was raining. I looked out of the window. Hmm, the rain makes the air feeel so fresh as I breathed in the cool breeze. It would definitely be nice to be in town since it's Sunday where the buzz is. Hee. =) One thing that is missing: My prince charming beside me all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone esp during this H1N1 period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-7752100539390873317?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/7752100539390873317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=7752100539390873317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/7752100539390873317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/7752100539390873317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2009/06/wheres-my-prince.html' title='Where&apos;s my prince?'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-8634108945846659267</id><published>2009-06-13T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:38:39.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nothing taste as sweet as what I can't have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does happy endings only happen in shows? haix. If one can live happily without deceptions and backstabers, how nice it would be. :) The smiles and the warmth coming straight from a person's heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-8634108945846659267?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/8634108945846659267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=8634108945846659267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/8634108945846659267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/8634108945846659267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2009/06/nothing-taste-as-sweet-as-what-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-1931769175126110617</id><published>2009-06-13T16:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T16:44:25.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is but a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;.. Ideal (Absolute) boyfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess it's dozens of girls' dreams to have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Model body, good temper, listens to you etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wouldn't it be nice to have one that comes to your rescue when you're in trouble? Sweep you off your feet with mushy words (you wish to hear), though sometimes saying what you don't wish to hear: the truth. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. But definitely not one who have sex in mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So imagine you have a boyfriend like the one in Absolute boyfriend. And one day, you meet your destined lover (human of course), will you bear to part from your ideal boyfriend who has always been there for you? At that moment, you think back to the times when he carried you on his back when you twisted your ankle, when he went searching for that particular food you wish to eat at that moment and the time when he was there when you needed a shoulder to cry on. It will be difficult for you to leave him because you have some feelings for it rather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is it possible for a human &amp;amp; a robot to fall in love and have a normal relationship then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nevertheless, I wish there was someone like that too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-1931769175126110617?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/1931769175126110617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=1931769175126110617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/1931769175126110617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/1931769175126110617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-but-dream.html' title='Life is but a dream'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-8052651181539119424</id><published>2009-05-29T01:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:42:48.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Thanks to that special someone out there who has helped me significantly when I needed to make 1 of the most critical decision of my life. (I know you are reading this and lovely smile there :)) Meet up sometime soon if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(We're) Busy like a bumblebee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-8052651181539119424?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/8052651181539119424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=8052651181539119424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/8052651181539119424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/8052651181539119424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2009/05/thanks-to-that-special-someone-out.html' title=''/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-7750935325722660701</id><published>2009-05-21T00:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:22:05.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a World record!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'And it's a world record to Miss J for working approximately 25 hours straight in 2009' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I truly deserve a free 3D2N to Maldives (not just Swensens) to relax my mind and body, especially my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time's OT was the most exaggerated one among all my previous jobs.&lt;br /&gt;25 hours! Who can beat that? (That was to make me feel better. :))&lt;br /&gt;It was a whole night of rushing and typing and finding and amending and printing that most of us were exhausted by midnight. What more to say. We took turns to rest and had McDonalds for supper till 10 a.m. It was a very tiring and long day for everyone. Luckily for all these people (LT, M, Y, S, J, C etc) who made the stay more enjoyable and less stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home, I took a shower immediately and jumped into my lovely bed. Within seconds, I was sound asleep. No dreams nor Mum's irritating loud voice in the next room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only woke up when Mum called me to tell me that they were going for lunch. Though I suggested the 1-for-1 Swensens lunch, I was too tired to leave the bed and slept unitl 7 p.m. Then the sales girl from Gripz disturbed my peace, informing that my shoe was ready for collection. I took a quick shower and went down to City Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this temporary job is extremely physically demanding, I love my job. Not 100%, but 60%. 40% was disliking the fact that it is quite a distance from accessible areas and the food is always the same. The guys were lucky that the goverment saved them from these few days of hectic work. It was all because of them that we were clearing up their mess they left behind. Urgh! I'm so going to find them when they are out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City Hall only meant one thing in my mind and that's Lemon Merique Tart (yumm!). The 5-percent-burnt cream made me go round searching for it. I'm glad that I found it in Raffles City. I went window shopping for a short while as the shops were closing soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were plenty of offers in town - Body Shop, Apparales, Tommy Hilfigher, Polo Jeans, Aldo, Animal, Miss Selfridge, Topshop, Times and MPH.&lt;br /&gt;MPH is currently selling the Twilight series for S$59.60 (if I did not remembered wrongly) plus a free gift. I think the free gift is a book or an organiser. Times was having a 3-for-2 offer. I was tempted to buy the books to accompany me for the &lt;em&gt;looong r&lt;/em&gt;ide to work every morning and back when I heard the sound of shutters hitting the ground in the background. It was already 8 plus. I had to go to Gripz before it closes. Reached there; found a nice pair of covered shoes but there was no more size. Urgh. Never mind. Decided to stick with my white peeptoe 'loudhailer'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had not have my dinner and could not decide on where and what to eat. I was at the ground floor when I decided. I decided to give myself a treat at Kenny Rogers. It had been a while since I ate there. Oh, don't their potatoes just taste delicious. Salty and buttery. I emptied the whole bowl. You really need to try their muffin too, especially when it's hot or warm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm, stomach was filled, it's time to get home and rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;YVRG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-7750935325722660701?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/7750935325722660701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=7750935325722660701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/7750935325722660701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/7750935325722660701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-world-record.html' title='It&apos;s a World record!!'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-522524905405031239</id><published>2009-05-10T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:53:05.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;" There's only 2 types of people in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The one that entertains and the ones that observe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;Circus&lt;em&gt; by &lt;/em&gt;Britney&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-522524905405031239?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/522524905405031239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=522524905405031239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/522524905405031239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/522524905405031239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2009/05/theres-only-2-types-of-people-in-world.html' title=''/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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-3481256268823767615.post-4034797257543586031</id><published>2009-04-10T01:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T00:45:49.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If girls were that bad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;20% Angel + 80% devil= the perfect girl of your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*The above equation applies accordingly to each individual's preference.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After catching the movie, I understood why girls like bad boys and nice guys like bad girls. Life is too boring if you live by the book. There is hardly any adventures nor risks taken which might get you into trouble later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the fun in life without a bad boy or girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world we are living in is a world full of ironies. I came across this while watching the advertisements. It was something like 'The End is the beginning' from the trailer of either Star Trek or Terminator Salvation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3481256268823767615-4034797257543586031?l=jacacusa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/feeds/4034797257543586031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3481256268823767615&amp;postID=4034797257543586031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/4034797257543586031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3481256268823767615/posts/default/4034797257543586031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacacusa.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-girls-were-that-bad.html' title='If girls were that bad...'/><author><name>*LoVeRs and  FrIeNdS*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08084573238721082471</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>
