<?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-22556887</id><updated>2011-11-15T15:38:51.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A MOMENT TO BE REMEMBERED</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jessy</name><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>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22556887.post-7325236492183253769</id><published>2007-03-22T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T22:55:45.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make it happens---from Melinda Looi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Chase your dreams, even if it takes you all the way to LONDON because time is crucial and moments don’t last forever.”&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/22556887-7325236492183253769?l=jessysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/feeds/7325236492183253769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22556887&amp;postID=7325236492183253769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/7325236492183253769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/7325236492183253769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/2007/03/make-it-happens-from-melinda-looi.html' title='Make it happens---from Melinda Looi'/><author><name>jessy</name><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-22556887.post-2628773824538738962</id><published>2007-03-22T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T01:02:51.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o kenchi desu ka?</title><content type='html'>I was enjoying myself at Japanese exhibition after the class ended.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgKnoQ7XOHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ICP_2I7OblI/s1600-h/DSC00487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgKnoQ7XOHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ICP_2I7OblI/s320/DSC00487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044778842788935794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgKmHw7XOEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qINzHQ28Vu4/s1600-h/DSC00487.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The notice had stated:"Do not touch". Yet, I have an itch for it.&lt;br /&gt;While exploring through the exhibition, we took some photos too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo 1:---&gt; Food&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgKl9g7XODI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Rp_Lcp-iH_c/s1600-h/DSC00481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044777008837900338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgKl9g7XODI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Rp_Lcp-iH_c/s320/DSC00481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo 2:---&gt; Again? Food&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgKm1Q7XOFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/I1pA8Ahw3Ok/s1600-h/DSC00482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044777966615607378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgKm1Q7XOFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/I1pA8Ahw3Ok/s320/DSC00482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo 3:---&gt; @_@ yum...yum &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgKnBA7XOGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/zFi-VUTXF94/s1600-h/DSC00483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044778168479070306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgKnBA7XOGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/zFi-VUTXF94/s320/DSC00483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, it was lunch time while we snapshotted.That's why you only can view photos which are all about Japanese food and nothing else :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22556887-2628773824538738962?l=jessysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/feeds/2628773824538738962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22556887&amp;postID=2628773824538738962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/2628773824538738962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/2628773824538738962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-was-enjoying-myself-at-japanese.html' title='o kenchi desu ka?'/><author><name>jessy</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgKnoQ7XOHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ICP_2I7OblI/s72-c/DSC00487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22556887.post-6929034507304961773</id><published>2007-03-22T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T21:55:26.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yr 2007, a brand-new me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgK0Hg7XOJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/09-hfolKUuo/s1600-h/IMG_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044792573799381138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="245" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgK0Hg7XOJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/09-hfolKUuo/s320/IMG_0253.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had maintained my long hair for all the while as my hairstylist, Danny is more encourage me to have long hair rather than short. Surprisingly, this time he had cut me a short hair. Honestly, I like this hairstyle very much. By the way, this is the latest hairstyle for this season ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was shocked when I got my hair cut and for those who haven't meet they were curious about my new look. For them, they said long hair was prettier. How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22556887-6929034507304961773?l=jessysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/feeds/6929034507304961773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22556887&amp;postID=6929034507304961773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/6929034507304961773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/6929034507304961773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/2007/03/yr-2007-brand-new-me.html' title='yr 2007, a brand-new me'/><author><name>jessy</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgK0Hg7XOJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/09-hfolKUuo/s72-c/IMG_0253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22556887.post-2895991063671988795</id><published>2007-03-22T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T03:05:41.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgQk2A7XO0I/AAAAAAAAALc/okvkBruiPZc/s1600-h/116_1643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgQk2A7XO0I/AAAAAAAAALc/okvkBruiPZc/s400/116_1643.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045197992942320450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of rushing the training report, I was not able to celebrate for the Christmas and New Year Eve. Yet, it wasn't too bad because I had been invited to attend a very meaningful wedding dinner...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22556887-2895991063671988795?l=jessysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/feeds/2895991063671988795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22556887&amp;postID=2895991063671988795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/2895991063671988795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/2895991063671988795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/2007/03/because-of-rushing-training-report-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jessy</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgQk2A7XO0I/AAAAAAAAALc/okvkBruiPZc/s72-c/116_1643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22556887.post-5574068909002345672</id><published>2007-03-22T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T20:33:12.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You have been selected...hehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgJzPA7XN5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/diMCFbo5MSI/s1600-h/IMG_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044721234392594322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgJzPA7XN5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/diMCFbo5MSI/s320/IMG_0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had bought her an ice cream bread instead of a birthday cake for her. Why her birthday always got to be different from others? Because she is the last person to celebrate her Big Day in our gang. Practically, she would accept our 'challenges' with open heart at each time. (I guess so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;How about the piece of chocolate cake from Victoria Station, isn’t nice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22556887-5574068909002345672?l=jessysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/feeds/5574068909002345672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22556887&amp;postID=5574068909002345672&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/5574068909002345672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/5574068909002345672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-have-been-selectedhehe.html' title='You have been selected...hehe'/><author><name>jessy</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgJzPA7XN5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/diMCFbo5MSI/s72-c/IMG_0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22556887.post-1675833168373608836</id><published>2007-03-22T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T13:53:40.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simple &amp; nice --- 22nd biRthdaY</title><content type='html'>Even though my sisterhood tired from work, they still insist on coming for my birthday dinner and stayed late at WT's house just to take group photos at my request. Especially thanks to big Bro, friends and colleagues from KPMG as I love the birthday celebration for so much ^_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgJiWA7XNrI/AAAAAAAAACU/Kq4sIG4Ucpk/s1600-h/P8221456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044702662954006194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgJiWA7XNrI/AAAAAAAAACU/Kq4sIG4Ucpk/s320/P8221456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the little surprise that they gave to me. Mine one is only a small case compared with her.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgJtvQ7XN2I/AAAAAAAAADs/tX4ZGJVHKzA/s1600-h/edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044715191373608802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="221" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgJtvQ7XN2I/AAAAAAAAADs/tX4ZGJVHKzA/s320/edit.JPG" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgJrhA7XN0I/AAAAAAAAADc/8CCWZz5qo4A/s1600-h/414706216l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgJt8w7XN3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/jDhQtTtXG-Y/s1600-h/414706216l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgJ95w7XN9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/yGH70Q6U9Lw/s1600-h/414706216l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044732963948279762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="183" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgJ95w7XN9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/yGH70Q6U9Lw/s320/414706216l.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgJi0Q7XNtI/AAAAAAAAACk/DejZlKC3p7w/s1600-h/P8221452.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgJihw7XNsI/AAAAAAAAACc/9L6dtPYGgXM/s1600-h/414706216l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22556887-1675833168373608836?l=jessysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/feeds/1675833168373608836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22556887&amp;postID=1675833168373608836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/1675833168373608836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/1675833168373608836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/2007/03/simple-nice-22nd-birthday.html' title='simple &amp; nice --- 22nd biRthdaY'/><author><name>jessy</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgJiWA7XNrI/AAAAAAAAACU/Kq4sIG4Ucpk/s72-c/P8221456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22556887.post-2524550167327543917</id><published>2007-03-22T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T18:38:09.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Until next time we meet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgJRMw7XNpI/AAAAAAAAACE/E6sAuiN2AyE/s1600-h/115_1508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044683812342544018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgJRMw7XNpI/AAAAAAAAACE/E6sAuiN2AyE/s320/115_1508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We would plan for a gathering during &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;special occasion &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;like tanglung festival&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I wonder why I always have to be responsible to buy the food and drinks. Well, there's nothing I want to complain except......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;To the person who went to market with me: &lt;em&gt;Could You give me an idea of which to buy next time? :D And thanks of helping me carry those heavy stuffs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;free time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgJXzw7XNqI/AAAAAAAAACM/jnoz-S61-2Q/s1600-h/edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044691079427208866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgJXzw7XNqI/AAAAAAAAACM/jnoz-S61-2Q/s320/edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22556887-2524550167327543917?l=jessysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/feeds/2524550167327543917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22556887&amp;postID=2524550167327543917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/2524550167327543917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/2524550167327543917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/2007/03/until-next-time-we-meet.html' title='Until next time we meet'/><author><name>jessy</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgJRMw7XNpI/AAAAAAAAACE/E6sAuiN2AyE/s72-c/115_1508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22556887.post-6515951077294830047</id><published>2007-03-22T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T21:52:29.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dance with FreeDom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044621144474727890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgIYNA7XNdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KFQJ6o_49qI/s200/IMG_0219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Turning on the music&lt;br /&gt;We get everybody dancing in the daylight &lt;/div&gt;We like our fun and we never fight&lt;br /&gt;Its a supernatural delight&lt;br /&gt;We get it on every Saturday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;To get rid of the worries and pressures&lt;br /&gt;Its such a fine and natural sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everybody dancing in the daylight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Belly Dance Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I purposely went back to Penang for the belly dance night which was held for its first time. Let see what the organizer had prepared for that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgIkUw7XNfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2RwVOEHjHN8/s1600-h/IMG_0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044634471758247410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgIkUw7XNfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2RwVOEHjHN8/s320/IMG_0297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The program had started with belly dance competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgIkhA7XNgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8p6guo5xiNc/s1600-h/IMG_0307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044634682211644930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgIkhA7XNgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8p6guo5xiNc/s320/IMG_0307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them are famous dance teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgIkng7XNhI/AAAAAAAAABE/iJq7wCxhHlA/s1600-h/IMG_0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044634793880794642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgIkng7XNhI/AAAAAAAAABE/iJq7wCxhHlA/s320/IMG_0311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The belly dance show brought to you by Shanna and the gang.&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;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgIktA7XNiI/AAAAAAAAABM/8eRWemrtWdg/s1600-h/IMG_0315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044634888370075170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgIktA7XNiI/AAAAAAAAABM/8eRWemrtWdg/s320/IMG_0315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;behind&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had put in lots of efforts. (at the backstage)&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;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgIk7A7XNjI/AAAAAAAAABU/qcKAOmbNvcs/s1600-h/IMG_0317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044635128888243762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgIk7A7XNjI/AAAAAAAAABU/qcKAOmbNvcs/s320/IMG_0317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such cheerful face (the lady at the last row) gives great delight to all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgI_yA7XNmI/AAAAAAAAABs/wHV4vHL7pNw/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044664661083371106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgI_yA7XNmI/AAAAAAAAABs/wHV4vHL7pNw/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/22556887-6515951077294830047?l=jessysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/feeds/6515951077294830047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22556887&amp;postID=6515951077294830047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/6515951077294830047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/6515951077294830047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/2007/03/dance-with-freedom.html' title='dance with FreeDom'/><author><name>jessy</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgIYNA7XNdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KFQJ6o_49qI/s72-c/IMG_0219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22556887.post-7893014578677860395</id><published>2007-03-22T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T12:34:41.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>628</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;28th of June --- Starting from this day, I could go to any places that I want at anytime especially when my mood was down and I need to go out for some fresh air. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22556887-7893014578677860395?l=jessysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/feeds/7893014578677860395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22556887&amp;postID=7893014578677860395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/7893014578677860395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/7893014578677860395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/2007/03/628.html' title='628'/><author><name>jessy</name><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-22556887.post-3448483150451910199</id><published>2007-03-22T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T02:50:44.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those DAYs when I was your colleague</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During this training period, I had presumed myself as a qualified auditor instead of a trainee. Due to that, I could feel the hardship of being an auditor as the work itself requires lots of determinaiton and commitment. Such an impression has forced me to think twice on whether to continue in the audit line after I graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because of joining the firm at the right times, I had been given the chance to take part in most kind of the firm's major activities other than just worked there. For instance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1)&lt;/em&gt;Annual Outing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During the last annual trip, we were headed to Cameron Highlands for 2 days and 1 night. Whereas, we were hoping to travel somewhere far like Pulau Phuket, Bali,... A bit disappointed anyhow is better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgK4oQ7XOLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ix4pR-Fili8/s1600-h/IMG_0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044797534486608050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgK4oQ7XOLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ix4pR-Fili8/s320/IMG_0402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were departing in two buses and everyone was in a good mood for a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgK4RA7XOKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5Y742tVP1EM/s1600-h/DSCN2891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044797135054649506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgK4RA7XOKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5Y742tVP1EM/s320/DSCN2891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who would ever expected that the tyres of the first bus were punctured at the half way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgK6FQ7XOMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ExdwtxtNK7Q/s1600-h/DSCN2897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044799132214442178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgK6FQ7XOMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ExdwtxtNK7Q/s320/DSCN2897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our principle of survive: Be optimistic, think about the way to relax even the trouble is around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgK7tg7XONI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6xn7-hWRNm0/s1600-h/DSCN2910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044800923215804626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgK7tg7XONI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6xn7-hWRNm0/s320/DSCN2910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If there is nothing we could do to fix the problem. Why don't we take a good rest first before we got another solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgK9bA7XOOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/HhIBAWGfc4s/s1600-h/KPMG+annual+outing+06+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044802804411480290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgK9bA7XOOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/HhIBAWGfc4s/s320/KPMG+annual+outing+06+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, we reached our destination. (we were in second bus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgK-qg7XOPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WIvx45j8vFM/s1600-h/Cameron+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044804170211080434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgK-qg7XOPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WIvx45j8vFM/s320/Cameron+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the time they reached,it was around 5p.m. and they had just finished their lunch. You could always catch their smile when the camera is on, no matter how tired they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgLEUA7XOQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/28v8ssbtffk/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044810380733790466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgLEUA7XOQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/28v8ssbtffk/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Play the game, play your part, enjoy wholly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgLGEQ7XORI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_emjHflUEXI/s1600-h/IMG_0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044812309174106386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgLGEQ7XORI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_emjHflUEXI/s320/IMG_0442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got to wait patiently for the good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgLHnQ7XOSI/AAAAAAAAAHM/IB-HapfyMLM/s1600-h/P1030035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044814009981155618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgLHnQ7XOSI/AAAAAAAAAHM/IB-HapfyMLM/s320/P1030035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The night would never end, if we were too playful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgLKGg7XOTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LCuDAeQ4UYw/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044816745875323186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgLKGg7XOTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LCuDAeQ4UYw/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at those drunk faces. Almost all of them get punished because of the game except me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgLNvg7XOXI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_5D6Kb3vgbg/s1600-h/KPMG+annual+outing+06+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044820748784843122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgLNvg7XOXI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_5D6Kb3vgbg/s320/KPMG+annual+outing+06+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone was eagered for the fresh fruits and vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgLOCA7XOYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/wO2zf41pFQo/s1600-h/Cameron+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044821066612423042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgLOCA7XOYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/wO2zf41pFQo/s320/Cameron+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's the end of our journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2)Annual dinner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing else we could do at this formal dinner except for these three things:&lt;br /&gt;a)take photos until the dinner end (Because all the girls and boys had spent very much on their dresses and make up in order to look good ---&gt; kacha! kacha! kacha!*flash*flash*flash*)&lt;br /&gt;b)enjoy for the shows&lt;br /&gt;c)choose two perfect representatives for that night (a man &amp; a woman, of course).&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgO6qw7XOcI/AAAAAAAAAIc/GixxLwaytYg/s1600-h/IMG_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgO7Ag7XOeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MD4vsQ3mVuU/s1600-h/IMG_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgO65Q7XOdI/AAAAAAAAAIk/O4McED8AQTY/s1600-h/IMG_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgO7Jw7XOfI/AAAAAAAAAI0/RqmYSBvqZdM/s1600-h/IMG_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgPIhQ7XOjI/AAAAAAAAAJU/XgFqMzzNcPM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045096481390279218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgPIhQ7XOjI/AAAAAAAAAJU/XgFqMzzNcPM/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgPKtw7XOkI/AAAAAAAAAJc/2HV_mSK-rSk/s1600-h/IMG_0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045098895161899586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgPKtw7XOkI/AAAAAAAAAJc/2HV_mSK-rSk/s320/IMG_0555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Performed by KPMG, Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme for that night was KPMG Royale, hence, we got to select a few potential candidates and vote for the best James Bond &amp; Bond Girl of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgPMHw7XOlI/AAAAAAAAAJk/pWeo2bGWRN8/s1600-h/IMG_0592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045100441350126162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgPMHw7XOlI/AAAAAAAAAJk/pWeo2bGWRN8/s320/IMG_0592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before that, we got a master to teach them (candidates) on how to act like a James Bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgPMxw7XOnI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/u1x4Bn9s1Fk/s1600-h/IMG_0591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045101162904631922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgPMxw7XOnI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/u1x4Bn9s1Fk/s320/IMG_0591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here come the bond! How about the bond girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgPNPw7XOoI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/giPN-BygZdY/s1600-h/IMG_0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045101678300707458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgPNPw7XOoI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/giPN-BygZdY/s320/IMG_0170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was with me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;em&gt;MICPASS event&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MICPASS games&lt;/strong&gt; is an event where all audit firms within Penang state would be invite to participate in sports games which include basketball, soccer, badminton, beach volleyball, dart, chinese chess, carom, tug of war, hiking... (I could only remember that much :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgPXyQ7XOrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/JXcKdNTX26E/s1600-h/IMG_6681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045113266122472114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgPXyQ7XOrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/JXcKdNTX26E/s320/IMG_6681.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being a good trainee, I would have to support either physically or mentally for each game that my supervisor was participated in. As expected, he was the champion in basketball and chinese chess. I never realize that You could play chinese chess for well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgPcGA7XOsI/AAAAAAAAAKc/f7QFd5-6xfM/s1600-h/IMG_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045118003471399618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgPcGA7XOsI/AAAAAAAAAKc/f7QFd5-6xfM/s320/IMG_0146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Other than being a supporter, I had also become one of the working committees during the hiking day. Don’t you ever think that I was so active. I was asked to show up so that it could be more reasonable for me to attend for the MICPASS dinner as such dinner was to appreciate those participants, supporters and working committees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgPlZw7XOwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/vu5UVIv9wPc/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045128238378466050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgPlZw7XOwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/vu5UVIv9wPc/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICPASS Dinner was the last function for the whole MICPASS event and the theme for this year was “Retro”. As you can see some of my colleagues were actually picked their clothing from their parents' wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner was quite fun as all the audit firms which took part in MICPASS games were enjoyed themselves there. For those winners, they were toast for their victory. *Special thanks to my supervisor of bringing me there.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout this training period, I was so glad that I have met with a super nice senior. Becuase without him, I may not be able to have wider learning opportunities, take flight to work, earn more allowance or attend for MICPASS dinner. He was such a good senior that whenever I need him, he will tend to be my side. No one would dare to bully me when he is around. Nevertheless, I was not so comfortable while living in such protective environment. Like one’s say, you never learn to walk if you never fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, KPMG has a good working environment whereby I am quite impressed about the co-operative spirit that they had built up among each others. The people are so friendly that you could easy get along with them. It make me felt that we were working in a big family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgQXgA7XOxI/AAAAAAAAALE/ivrQ3hx-1IQ/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045183321334037266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgQXgA7XOxI/AAAAAAAAALE/ivrQ3hx-1IQ/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the supervisors treated their trainees at Evergreen Laurel Hotel for buffet, it meant that this was our last day in KPMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It still haven't end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgQZ0A7XOyI/AAAAAAAAALM/aDhfbb0exgQ/s1600-h/IMG_0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045185863954676514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgQZ0A7XOyI/AAAAAAAAALM/aDhfbb0exgQ/s320/IMG_0234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Proposed to extend my training period for another two weeks. This is the last audit team that I was being with at DXN co, Alor Setar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgQaUg7XOzI/AAAAAAAAALU/JgFeG96xs7Y/s1600-h/IMG_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045186422300425010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgQaUg7XOzI/AAAAAAAAALU/JgFeG96xs7Y/s320/IMG_0236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You have changed me a lot and I hope that I was not disappointing You and worth in earning those evalauation points. I felt so sorry that You got to be blamed by the manager when I made a mistake each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In future, You got to make your coffee, understand? Call me if anything ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgO2ig7XOZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/t_YAW52uN8U/s1600-h/IMG_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22556887-3448483150451910199?l=jessysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/feeds/3448483150451910199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22556887&amp;postID=3448483150451910199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/3448483150451910199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/3448483150451910199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/2007/03/those-days-when-i-was-your-colleague.html' title='Those DAYs when I was your colleague'/><author><name>jessy</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_Xf5bn8oxTq0/RgK4oQ7XOLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ix4pR-Fili8/s72-c/IMG_0402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22556887.post-116231099359714272</id><published>2006-10-31T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:44:34.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>audit life is never BORING but CHALLENGING !</title><content type='html'>We took this photo during our plant tour in Bard (one of our audit client). Here are me with the other four auditors who were going to ascertain that the proper operation of catheters (one of the medical device). &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/DSC00757.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^.^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't you think we look like astronaut in wearing this uniform?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/22556887-116231099359714272?l=jessysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/feeds/116231099359714272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22556887&amp;postID=116231099359714272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/116231099359714272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/116231099359714272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/2006/10/audit-life-is-never-boring-but.html' title='audit life is never BORING but CHALLENGING !'/><author><name>jessy</name><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-22556887.post-116230840802518068</id><published>2006-10-31T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T23:29:54.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's on the line?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;11:45p.m. ~ I was laying lazily on my bed with my eyes closed. &lt;br /&gt;How nice if some one can sing me a lullaby. Mummy said I don’t deserve of &lt;br /&gt;such ‘service’ from her as I’ve grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:53p.m. ~ Suddenly, my mobile phone rang and that mystery caller is&lt;br /&gt;neither my lover nor admirer =P But, my ex-housemates Peepai!&lt;br /&gt;Why she called? Well, she just wanted to tell me this&lt;br /&gt;interesting joke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: 红豆须要用两颗子弹去弹走它,&lt;br /&gt;而绿豆须要用一颗子弹去弹走它;&lt;br /&gt;现在您手上只有两颗子弹,&lt;br /&gt;那要怎么弹走红豆和绿豆呢?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: 首先, 先用一颗子弹把绿豆弹掉,&lt;br /&gt;那么, 红豆看到了就会被吓得脸青青(绿豆)啦!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22556887-116230840802518068?l=jessysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/feeds/116230840802518068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22556887&amp;postID=116230840802518068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/116230840802518068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/116230840802518068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/2006/10/whos-on-line.html' title='Who&apos;s on the line?'/><author><name>jessy</name><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-22556887.post-115220339965534460</id><published>2006-07-06T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T19:56:15.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy STUFF during final exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never study my final exam seriously. Am I gone too far this time? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVENT 1: CHERAS PASAR MALAM&lt;br /&gt;I shall start to plan out my study schedule and run through all the exam tips, notes and tutorial questions for tonight. But, sometimes things are hard to go according to the plan :P The reason is Coconut had invited us to go Cheras pasar malam - the longest pasar malam in Kuala Lumpur or Malaysia? Er... I got no idea :D hehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached there, the only matter that we were thinking about is food, food, food... Coconut recommended the shark fin soup is nice so we decided to have it! Ouch, I was carelessly knocked on a notice board before I get myself a seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we also bought a lot of food to treat our lovely housemates which include 'chou tou fu'. Wow, it is so smelly until I got to hold my breath for all the way! Surprisingly, 'chou tou fu' is our favourite and even st who dislike 'tou fu' so much showed her braveness and accepted the challenge! By the way, it was a great supper ^_^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVENT 2: BUFFET @ JOGOYA, STARHILL + MOVIE (MI 3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wonder why three of us wear so pretty? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/P5080951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come closer and have a look. This is where Career Fair appreciation dinner held.&lt;br /&gt;Is a great place, isn’t it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/DSC08366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seafood, dim sum, sushi…… yum yum… I got the appetite but my small little tummy may be can’t fill all of those foods. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="250" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/DSC08301.jpg" width="323" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="193" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/DSC08330.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="227" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/DSC08309.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Follow the procedures when you eat buffet so that yu can eat more. I just realized this after my dinner, aiks! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="192" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/CIMG7093.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the dinner, what’s next? &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="164" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/28199763958587l.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were watching Mission Impossible III at Midvalley cinema. Our Director Chan had booked the whole cinema hall. Good job, Man! We laughed and talked freely when the show comes to the interesting parts. This was so cool and I bet I’ll never forget this in my life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVENT 3: CHIT-CHATTING&lt;br /&gt;Instead of spending time reading boring textbook and lecture notes, all of us (housemates) gathered in the living room and started chit-chatting for more than two hours. At least, we had done something more meaningful :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVENT 4: DINNER @ GASOLINE&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we had successfully done one paper! Now we were eating our dinner at Gasoline and relax… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/Image%28309%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really need to thanks a friend by bringing us here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVENT 5: PHOTO TAKING @ CYBERPARK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;yawning,&gt;Arrh... hard to continue my study!&lt;br /&gt;Hehe... no choice got to interrupt Pee Pai &amp; Brother Grey goes to Cyberpark dating :P Don’t think I’m so sporty to join them jogging at Cyberpark. Actually, I’m here for something else.&lt;br /&gt;Here’s my first shoot. Okay 1, 2, 3 smile...:) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ei, siapa punya kepo hand? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/P5211009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;shock&gt;Pee Pai gave me a big kiss. Frankly, I’m not ready for that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/P5211010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;‘Kacha...’ Done! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/P5211011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here are some of the group photos. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/P5211012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/P5211028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/P5211032.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVENT 6: HOMEMADE ‘ICE CREAM CAKE’ FOR SUET YEE B’DAY&lt;br /&gt;That’s right! This is the little surprise that we promised to give for our dearest SY :D Hehe... a purely yam flavour ice cream with some chocolate cookies on top. I just dare to say that it is creative enough :P Oops, it seems like a big difference with the first idea that suggested by Coconut! Haha... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/1600/14406658849950l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" height="211" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/14406658849950l.0.jpg" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/1600/P5220983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/P5220983.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, we really love her very much ^_~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/P5221020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep this perfect smile forever ya... All the best to You! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/P5220996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22556887-115220339965534460?l=jessysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/feeds/115220339965534460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22556887&amp;postID=115220339965534460&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/115220339965534460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/115220339965534460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/2006/07/crazy-stuff-during-final-exam.html' title='Crazy STUFF during final exam'/><author><name>jessy</name><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-22556887.post-114683077044381013</id><published>2006-05-05T19:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T20:06:10.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had carelessly stepped on my calculator and it spoiled of course. Why couldn't I be extra careful? Really sick of my behaviour of taking things lightly......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22556887-114683077044381013?l=jessysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/feeds/114683077044381013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22556887&amp;postID=114683077044381013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/114683077044381013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/114683077044381013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/2006/05/speechless_05.html' title='Speechless'/><author><name>jessy</name><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-22556887.post-114653885024005839</id><published>2006-05-02T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T12:56:42.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was great to shop in Sungei Wang Plaza and Lot 10 with my roomate :) Guess what... I had bought 5 blouses, 1 jacket, 2 pairs of shoes, a long black scarf and a pretty pink hair clip within few hours. :P Cool, huh? Hehe... is quite hard to control myself when sales is going around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, mega sales is coming soon... Anyone interested, feel free to join me ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22556887-114653885024005839?l=jessysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/feeds/114653885024005839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22556887&amp;postID=114653885024005839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/114653885024005839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/114653885024005839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/2006/05/shopping-marathon.html' title='Shopping Marathon'/><author><name>jessy</name><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-22556887.post-114620499812494164</id><published>2006-04-28T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T14:22:28.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Your Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;FEBRUARY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                           .&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xiang Yin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/1600/CIMG6202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/CIMG6202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.                         &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wai Ying&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/1600/CIMG6293_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/CIMG6293_edit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                           .&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kim Kee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/1600/24454761419183l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/24454761419183l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                                                     .&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chin Li.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/1600/CIMG6679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/CIMG6679.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRIL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                                                    .&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yin Yin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/1600/P4190992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/P4190992.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                                                        .Seow Ying&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/1600/P4220983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/P4220983.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The place may not be gorgeous. As long as WE are by YOUR side, that's more than enough.&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/22556887-114620499812494164?l=jessysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/feeds/114620499812494164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22556887&amp;postID=114620499812494164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/114620499812494164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/114620499812494164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/2006/04/is-your-birthday.html' title='Is Your Birthday'/><author><name>jessy</name><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-22556887.post-114603225447997020</id><published>2006-04-26T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T10:37:50.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGI Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have heard of many good comments about TGI Friday's. Isn't sound so superior? Ehm... I will go and discover about it - TGI Friday's which is located at One Utama shopping center (old wing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the first glance, I am impressed with their working style where waitors or waitresses are knelt down to take customer's order and their colourful uniform that cheer up everyone. About the food is nice and tasted good. Yes, is worth to pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I still dissatisfied with several of things:&lt;br /&gt;1. The waitress offered us to dine at the smoking area as the non-smoking area that we requested was full. How come I still saw so many seats available at non-smoking area? She was not happy when I insist to sit at non-smoking area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We had asked for 3 times and waited about 10 minutes to get our bill and the last time I asked for it I spoke in an angry tone. If I don't act like this, I think both of us still have to wait stupidly. Until now, I still can't understand what took them so long to deliver the bill for us since they were not busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22556887-114603225447997020?l=jessysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/feeds/114603225447997020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22556887&amp;postID=114603225447997020&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/114603225447997020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/114603225447997020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/2006/04/tgi-friday.html' title='TGI Friday'/><author><name>jessy</name><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-22556887.post-114603221378953900</id><published>2006-04-26T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T20:27:26.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight Below - Another production of Walt Disney</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/1600/dogs_paul_1280x1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/dogs_paul_1280x1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This movie is based on a true story where the expedition team is forced to leave behind their team of beloved sled-dogs due to the perilous weather conditions in Antarctica. The dogs need to struggle for survival alone during the harsh Antartic winter for over 6 months until the adventures can mount a rescue mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/img_eightbelow_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Before the team was leaving, Jerry (Paul Walker) had promised his beloved dogs that he will come back for them. However, things were went out of his plan. He went through different kinds of hardship which almost caused him given them up. Until he met with a guy who encouraged him to proceed with the rescue mission and told him to &lt;em&gt;take chances for the things that he cares.&lt;/em&gt; Tears began to flow from my eyes when Jerry and his dogs gathered, though, only 6 out of 8 dogs were survived in the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the interesting scene when the dog (Maya) risked its life to save the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/below4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;*Keep your promise always and don't ever let any &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;reasons &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be your excuses of not realizing it. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22556887-114603221378953900?l=jessysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/feeds/114603221378953900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22556887&amp;postID=114603221378953900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/114603221378953900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/114603221378953900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/2006/04/eight-below-another-production-of-walt.html' title='Eight Below - Another production of Walt Disney'/><author><name>jessy</name><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-22556887.post-114603194510036798</id><published>2006-04-26T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T12:59:12.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~with Blitz~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first time I carried that little puppy, the movement of my heartbeats was fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/1600/CIMG1798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/CIMG1798.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I treat 'him' as part of my life :P Terrified? No more... Might because of I have learned the way to handle 'him'.....kakakaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/1600/24828285148027l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/24828285148027l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to make 'him' focus when there is food around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/1600/CIMG6966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/CIMG6966.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s: This is not my dog :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22556887-114603194510036798?l=jessysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/feeds/114603194510036798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22556887&amp;postID=114603194510036798&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/114603194510036798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/114603194510036798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/2006/04/with-blitz.html' title='~with Blitz~'/><author><name>jessy</name><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-22556887.post-114594214094201814</id><published>2006-04-25T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T22:12:39.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a 16% devil, isn't true?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 16% Evil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil-1.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are good. So good, that you make evil people squirm.&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, you may need to turn to the dark side to get what you want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Evil Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22556887-114594214094201814?l=jessysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/feeds/114594214094201814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22556887&amp;postID=114594214094201814&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/114594214094201814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/114594214094201814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-16-devil-isnt-true.html' title='I&apos;m a 16% devil, isn&apos;t true?'/><author><name>jessy</name><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-22556887.post-114587434549980502</id><published>2006-04-24T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T15:10:22.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom Night -Flash back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had attended MMU prom night for every year :P Usually, I will go with the 'gang' except for beta year FIT prom night, I went alone. Surprisingly, that night was cool and exciting. I met new friends and took photos with them who I not even eager to know their names. Hee... I even chose to stay back and spent the night with the event's committees. It was a crazy night with no regrects ^_^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;*(Luckily, the head of PR, KK asked me to be the working committee the day before the event started. Or else, I would never have such great experiences. It is a MIRACLE to get to know all of them.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This year, everyone of us pay a high expectation on Unite 2006 but it had turned up a disappointment for us especially for the food they provided. The success or failure of the event is basically none of my business as I only want to spend the night by chit-chatting and taking photos with my lovely friends. Haa... here are some of the photos we captured that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/1600/UNite%20051.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/UNite%20051.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/1600/P4140834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/P4140834.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/1600/DSC_0089.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/DSC_0089.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22556887-114587434549980502?l=jessysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/feeds/114587434549980502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22556887&amp;postID=114587434549980502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/114587434549980502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/114587434549980502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/2006/04/prom-night-flash-back.html' title='Prom Night -Flash back'/><author><name>jessy</name><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-22556887.post-114587106893014745</id><published>2006-04-24T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T10:03:21.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm in hurry"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the past few weeks, I had spent most of my time in front of the computer screen, rushing for the assignments since the datelines were all approaching. I was in emotionless, depression and felt no excitement at all. Well, I shouldn't blame the lecturers for giving us so many works to do since I am the last minutes type of person. I was so exhausted that even my lecturer, Mr Yap noticed my tiredness in the class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that pressure time, I might tend to say things that is not so nice or... Anyway, thanks for being understanding ;) and I appreciate that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am breathing fresh air now......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22556887-114587106893014745?l=jessysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/feeds/114587106893014745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22556887&amp;postID=114587106893014745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/114587106893014745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/114587106893014745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-in-hurry.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m in hurry&quot;'/><author><name>jessy</name><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-22556887.post-114360777818022909</id><published>2006-03-29T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T13:22:04.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must try, is different</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ambassador of Baskin Robbins ice creams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/1600/1.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/400/1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can't wait to have one? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/400/123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of us can resist the temptation? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/400/4.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22556887-114360777818022909?l=jessysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/feeds/114360777818022909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22556887&amp;postID=114360777818022909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/114360777818022909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/114360777818022909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/2006/03/must-try-is-different.html' title='Must try, is different'/><author><name>jessy</name><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-22556887.post-114344724566507370</id><published>2006-03-27T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T22:30:50.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From here, I grow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had ended up my last relationship about 5 months ago. After the break up, I can't help thinking of him sometimes. Is normal, right? Whether this man is good or bad, it is impossible for me to totally forgot everything except--- the date when we break up. No matter how hard I try, I just can't recall it...aiks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Basically, I know I shouldn't continuely blaming myself for the mistakes that I had made for the previous times. Because both of us are responsible for the failure of this relationship. Whatever things that I haven't done or said are no more important as times has passed. I have to kindly forgive myself, right? Then only I am able to kick 'him' out of my mind and moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In reality, I may decide on the money I want to spend, clothes that I want to wear, job that I want to do but not for the relationship as is unpredictable. Therefore, I would choose to sacrifice for my career rather than my partner. Accept my selfishness before be my man :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will feel guilty if I found a partner earlier than him. So, when I saw him hugging a girl in a photo from friendster, all my burdens are released. Haha... is time for me to haunt for love? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22556887-114344724566507370?l=jessysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/feeds/114344724566507370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22556887&amp;postID=114344724566507370&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/114344724566507370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/114344724566507370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/2006/03/from-here-i-grow.html' title='From here, I grow'/><author><name>jessy</name><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-22556887.post-114343938656398835</id><published>2006-03-27T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T00:16:58.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How you define it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As usual, we tend to believe things that we see ourselves. But, what if the thing which we have seen is not what it seems to be. Well, somehow or rather is depends on how much we want to believe it. It is quite inaccurate to judge things based on its outlook. However, not much of us are likely to spend times and look for every single details or evidences for all of the matters to prove whether it is true or the otherwise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this wet kitchen as example, how much of us will ever think of this place is actually flooded before. To avoid the suspicious of the owner, we have actually come out with different ideas to cover the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/CIMG6699.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, do you still believe on what you have seen so far? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22556887-114343938656398835?l=jessysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/feeds/114343938656398835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22556887&amp;postID=114343938656398835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/114343938656398835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/114343938656398835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-you-define-it.html' title='How you define it?'/><author><name>jessy</name><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-22556887.post-114343741970405393</id><published>2006-03-27T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T12:00:05.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go for the target</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the whole period of March, I was quite busy of preparing the industrial training stuff. Those processes of selecting the companies (which I never heard of the names except Big 4), preparing and sending the resumes really make me exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Day passed by day, most of my friends had already get their offers to go for interviews except me. At that time, I really felt like I am a failure. Anyhow, I still believe that the miracle is always out there and waiting for me :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine comes after the rainy day, I have get the offers from several companies finally. Among all the choices I have, without second thought, I picked KPMG in Penang because when I see the name KPMG, it was 'love at first sight' :P. My decision is surely surprising some of my friends because at first I was so insist to stay in KL. Anything could change when it has to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray! My internship period is going to start in another 3 months. I really not sure how my life would be at that time, hardly imagine that. Will it tough, relax or...? I will let you know very soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22556887-114343741970405393?l=jessysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/feeds/114343741970405393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22556887&amp;postID=114343741970405393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/114343741970405393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/114343741970405393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/2006/03/go-for-target.html' title='Go for the target'/><author><name>jessy</name><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-22556887.post-114197687071694419</id><published>2006-03-10T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T16:39:57.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>......Frankly Speaking......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Destiny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When we are a little kid most of us would believe in fairy tale and then fantacy about what would our life be. Imagine of those fairy, white dresses or prince charming who carry you way to a castle on hill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But eventually when I grow up, I realized that the examples of fairy tale hardly appear in reality. At the end of the day that happy ever after is not so important just that be happy right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith is the funny thing. It turns up when you don't really expected. Once in a blue moon, when you meet with the person who takes your breath away, it is hard to let go the fairy tale entirely because most of the times we will still believe in the smallest bit of hopes that one day when we open our eyes and it will all come true...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In certain of times, we tend to put things off. Most probably it has a lot to do with fear like fear of failure, fear of pain, fear of rejection...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, fear is just making the decision because what if you make mistakes that cannot undo or what if you are wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We often see things that we want to see and believe what we want to believe. We deny that we are scare and deny how badly we want to succeed. The most importantly we deny we are in denial. We lie to ourselves so much that after a while a lie seems like a truth. Occasionally, we deny so much until we could hardly tell the truth. Sooner or later, we have to put aside our denial and learn our own lessons from our own mistakes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22556887-114197687071694419?l=jessysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/feeds/114197687071694419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22556887&amp;postID=114197687071694419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/114197687071694419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/114197687071694419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/2006/03/frankly-speaking.html' title='......Frankly Speaking......'/><author><name>jessy</name><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-22556887.post-114157113169989802</id><published>2006-03-05T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T16:36:58.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My remarkable PC......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, I woke up at 10 in the morning. Usually, I will turn on my pc and then start my day. After a long wait, nothing pop up from the screen. Oh my God! I had a bad feeling. My pc 'on leave' again? Gosh...... I still need to borrow my friend's pc. Last week, I purposely sent it back to Penang for repairs and within a week it is unable to function AGAIN! I'm not blaming the repair man, ok ? I'm just disappointed with my pc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I only wish to know what is the exact problem that cause the breakdown... Throughout these years, I felt that the problem that exists in my pc is still unsolve. Recently, it became so unstable and often black out just like that. Why the life time of my pc is so short? Did i ill-treat it ? Nah... I got take good care of it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends have suggested to me to buy a new one because this is the 9th times my pc has spoilt if I'm not mistaken. For my sake, I know I should change it. Yet, I have my very own reason of not doing so as it is a gift when I enter into the university. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pc is very meaningful to me so I will try my best to fix it no matter what until it is too old to go through the repair processes. I really hope that it can survive for a longer time ; ). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22556887-114157113169989802?l=jessysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/feeds/114157113169989802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22556887&amp;postID=114157113169989802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/114157113169989802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/114157113169989802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-remarkable-pc.html' title='My remarkable PC......'/><author><name>jessy</name><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-22556887.post-114117995434725616</id><published>2006-03-01T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T15:43:08.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm asking the RESPECT from you!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#204063;"&gt;I'm the type of girl who like to smile and say 'hi' whenever I meet my friends. If you smile to me, I will also do the same even though the person might be a stranger. For me, smiling is a type of manner. Even though you are my enemy, I will still greet you despite that I'm having a battle field with you. Haha... maybe some of you might think that I'm a hypocrite, acting like "a wolf in sheep's clothing". No... no... no... I'm NOT!!! Dont' get it wrong, just don't misunderstand my personality. I'll treat you as a friend regardless of your "enemy" status or in the process of fighting for victory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#204063;"&gt;Believe or not, that's me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204063;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#204063;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#204063;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#204063;"&gt;Anyway, I'm not discussing my personality here. Ehm...mmm...what I'm trying to say here is be good and try to greet someone you know friendly. I tremendously HATE seeing somebody who knows me and still treats me like I'm INVISIBLE and walked passed me in the campus. Arrrghh...... really feel disgusted about the personality of these TWO GIRLS. Honestly, I seldom hate anyone in my life. I even have forgiven those who once hurt me before and slowly let go of the incidence that have occured. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#204063;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#204063;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#204063;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#204063;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#204063;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#204063;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#204063;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#204063;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#204063;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#204063;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#204063;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't understand why I have such a deep hatred towards these two girls or perhaps I know, yet refuse to face the reality. Whatever it is, I really hope that I can DELETE both of them from my memory after I expressed my feelings in here. * Ding * ...... another best solution is I should forget that they were once considered friends of mine. So that, next time when these 'TWO STRANGERS' passed by me, I can just ignore them rather than waiting STUPIDLY for their 'SWEET SMILE'!!! While most of the time, their noses are raised up above the ceiling and they will use the corner of their eyes to look at me. What type of horrible creatures they are!!!&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/22556887-114117995434725616?l=jessysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/feeds/114117995434725616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22556887&amp;postID=114117995434725616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/114117995434725616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/114117995434725616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-asking-respect-from-you.html' title='I&apos;m asking the RESPECT from you!!!'/><author><name>jessy</name><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-22556887.post-114042824246438553</id><published>2006-02-20T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T00:37:36.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil &amp; Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At first, I never thought that I will fall in love with this Taiwanese drama series---Devil Beside You until I spent my time watching it during Valentine's day :P. Its storyline may not sound like very unique. But, what I loved the most parts of this drama series are ways of Ah Meng and Xiao Yue being together as a couple =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The moment Xiao Yue appears in Ah Meng's life, he holds very strong points that he WANTS her and will never ever let her go. It's really touching when Ah Meng speak out those words as I think it is not easy for a man who is so charming like Ah Meng to make such decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Most of the times, men tend to think that they need to be stong to protect their partners or not to share any of their problems to avoid being the burden for their loved one. Like Ah Meng, he kept a secrect from Xiao Yue when he was sick. Many of us may think that this is a small matter. But, who knows, his action had caused her to think that she is not needed and trusted by him. From now on, guys and girls please try not to be selfish to let your partner knows more about you! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While being with Ah Meng, Xiao Yue's love life is full of surprises. Those unexpected kisses and hugs from him really make her heart melt especially when he told her that he has become the happiest man because of her love.&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/1600/devil02.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/2295/320/devil02.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how strong the relationship is, there will be a day that a couple has to be separated. Though Ah Meng loves Xiao Yue very much, he still chose to leave her and went to Italy with his mom and brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He never asked her to wait for him to come back from Italy because he loves her and want to give her the freedom to choose whoever that is better than him. Such a desicion is not what a wise man shall do. Everyone of us desires for a happy ending, so don't ever try to be smart to determine for your partner who should he or she belong with. Luckily, Ah Meng realized about it in the end =P. He expressed his true feeling to her and both of them finally have the courage to be together even though they shall be seperated far far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After all, Devil has come back and gave her a surprise during Christmas time. Because this is the season that symbolizes their happiness and promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;") In a reality, I'm waiting for my Devil too...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22556887-114042824246438553?l=jessysay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/feeds/114042824246438553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22556887&amp;postID=114042824246438553&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/114042824246438553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22556887/posts/default/114042824246438553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessysay.blogspot.com/2006/02/devil-me.html' title='Devil &amp; Me'/><author><name>jessy</name><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></feed>
