<?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-260876052292562019</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:57:20.814+08:00</updated><category term='Myself'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Outing'/><category term='Food'/><title type='text'>Old times</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-2301066762130871312</id><published>2009-06-26T17:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:31:58.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Generations</title><content type='html'>In 1 lecture by my business lecturer, also one of my favorite lecturer, I am attracted to the topic about how people are raised and taught to be different type of individuals according to their generation group.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, we have....&lt;br /&gt;The Silent Generation who are as their category name, quiet and rather concentrate too much on work.&lt;br /&gt;The Baby Boomer who has the chance to earn the most money among all the generations as they start earning when all the money are invested to develop the countries by their government.&lt;br /&gt;Generation X, also the key-latcher, the first generation who had to come home to an empty home, prepare their own food and grown up to be really careful in whatever they do or choose to do.&lt;br /&gt;Generation Y, the lucky ones raised by the rich baby boomers, adventurous, decisive and start small business at an early age, like to rush into things as to them, there is nothing much to lose.&lt;br /&gt;Generation Z, those raise by the careful X group of parents, taking part in different types of classes, most probably spent most of their childhood time indoor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every group seems to have their own good and bad and so far as I can see, the world around me, we are living well together.&lt;br /&gt;Until... I got this comment from a meeting when 2 individuals are commenting on the fresh grads, who are naturally, generation Y (me included), are not as aggressive as them(generation X) and do not have much initiative in work while being fast in changing their jobs.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, YES, most of my friends change their job until they find something suitable for themselves, as we care a lot about what we do, we want career but not jobs.&lt;br /&gt;Changing of job is actually a major happening in ones life and it needs lots of hard work and brain juice in selecting what we want and what we need.&lt;br /&gt;Also, another reason for job hopping is actually because, we want to learn more and improve ourselves more and more. Not solely because we are really that into money.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I strongly disagree them saying that we are not as aggressive as them in our career or, we do not have much initiative.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they should try to understand us more and also, understand the different treatment that we get vs what they got when they themselves are fresh grad, employed by the rich baby boomers (our parents) who are willing to pay more. Not talking about the amount of money, but the value of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the meeting took place weeks ago, but I got inspired by my friend who were stating that most of the post offered by the bosses (mostly generation X) are underpaying the fresh grads. And the most irritating thing is that, they prefer experienced individuals rather than fresh grads.&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean, they want to employ only people from their own generation as we, generation Y clearly will not have much working experiences as we are FRESH from uni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh~ that is so so so unfair. No wonder they can't find committed employees and no wonder most fresh grads choose to work for their family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not trying to say bad about other generation, but I think we need to respect each other more. If we do not complain about the money that we are getting, please be more understanding that not every generation or groups of people work the same way as the others. PEACE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-2301066762130871312?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/2301066762130871312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=2301066762130871312&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/2301066762130871312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/2301066762130871312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2009/06/generations.html' title='The Generations'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-5619039942584263601</id><published>2009-04-08T16:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:52:56.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momiji in BLOGS...</title><content type='html'>Been away and busy these days.... So many things happened~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lost my tenant= got to pay my own maintainance fees, but of course, my ex-tenant is still my close friend~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put on extra weight~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gone into the 7th month with my BF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still haven't get approval from dad regarding my relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the second wedding which they have my name printed on the envelope of the invitation card (not going with parents anymore~)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;etc. etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, there are some exciting incidents going on as well of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Proposed an PR event for our company's new baby~ Momiji and we are working hard on that... now, got support from our principle and we are having a Momiji launching party!!! Hurray~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, my friends will be "invited" or rather, pestered by me to join the party~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe me... I'm trying to throw my laziness away and work real hard on this event and whatever mass comm coverage on Momiji... Got Momiji in Nu You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/SdxyeEKfvsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HlBESVM5kxE/s1600-h/NVYOU.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322254720484490946" style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/SdxyeEKfvsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HlBESVM5kxE/s320/NVYOU.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And YeaH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/SdxuYRRCNMI/AAAAAAAAADk/adL9eEwcCtU/s1600-h/Yeah+mag+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322250222875849922" style="WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/SdxuYRRCNMI/AAAAAAAAADk/adL9eEwcCtU/s320/Yeah+mag+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/SdxuspYyy_I/AAAAAAAAADs/D4Mp7lV-qG4/s1600-h/Yeah+mag+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322250572948229106" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/SdxuspYyy_I/AAAAAAAAADs/D4Mp7lV-qG4/s320/Yeah+mag+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cool rite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also, we have got some bloggers blogging about Momiji and since they are the famous blogs, it helped Momiji to get more attention~ Thanks Bloggers!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://masak-masak.blogspot.com/search?q=momiji"&gt;http://masak-masak.blogspot.com/search?q=momiji&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foodpoi.com/2007/11/big-apple-donuts-coffee/"&gt;http://www.foodpoi.com/2007/11/big-apple-donuts-coffee/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/260876052292562019-5619039942584263601?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/5619039942584263601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=5619039942584263601&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/5619039942584263601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/5619039942584263601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2009/04/momiji-in-blogs.html' title='Momiji in BLOGS...'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/SdxyeEKfvsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HlBESVM5kxE/s72-c/NVYOU.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-1445977501443697182</id><published>2008-11-26T18:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T18:41:42.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nationalist? Whatever you call them~</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know I'm really outdated, knowing the big big news only when they had become histories~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad about this accident, Singapore Zoo is a great place, though I do not personally enjoy staying at that country. I can remember holding the big yellow snake, Ah Ming the ape (Monkey? Gorilla?), the Parrots, eww~ hate birds..., the Elephat ride, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went online and read blogs, news, watched the super blur video... Then I came across to this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.straitstimes.com/Breaking%2BNews/Singapore/Story/STIStory_302977.html"&gt;http://www.straitstimes.com/Breaking%2BNews/Singapore/Story/STIStory_302977.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be a reliable source of news since its their national media... Then, I saw this comment which really upset me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Undoubtedly, the white tigers are innocent and must be allowed to stay!! By all accounts, these big cats were minding their own business.Neither should the zoo be held liable for the unfortunate incident. This was an act of a lone man who seemed to be mentally disturbed and behaving badly and madly. No one of a sound mind would do what he did and expect to live!! What is on his mind to provoke these BIG CATS beggars believe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Posted by: margaretong at Mon Nov 17 06:06:19 SGT 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he will post the same comment if the victim (or rather, the mauled man) is someone close to him/her or, from his/her same group. Well, I am saying this when I am assuming that he is a Sporean Chinese. He/she can be in any race or have any nationality, who knows, he can be a Malaysian, even a Sarawakean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just wondering. Why would someone say this about a dead man. He is already dead, you do not know him, he can be the best person, committing his first mistake in life~ Who knows~ Whoever he is, even if you do not want to be sad for him, I personally think that giving such comment is just not a really good thing to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well~ maybe...&lt;br /&gt;He/she thinks that a dead's reputation is more important than the national zoo's business&lt;br /&gt;He/she thinks that the population of human beings is much more than the White tigers, so the animal should have better benefit that bad sayings are suitable to be used just to protect the tigers from being sent off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of IFs, MAYBEs, WHAT IFs... let's be friendly to whoever or whatever~ At least, let's not be rude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-1445977501443697182?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/1445977501443697182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=1445977501443697182&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/1445977501443697182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/1445977501443697182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2008/11/nationalist-whatever-you-call-them.html' title='Nationalist? Whatever you call them~'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-7728890944605279832</id><published>2008-10-16T08:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:34:01.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic...</title><content type='html'>Got to listen to this old song which is real romantic....&lt;br /&gt;最浪漫的事 赵咏华&lt;br /&gt;背靠着背 坐在地毯上&lt;br /&gt;听听音乐 聊聊愿望&lt;br /&gt;你希望我越来越温柔&lt;br /&gt;我希望你放我在心上&lt;br /&gt;你说想送我个浪漫的梦想&lt;br /&gt;谢谢我带你找到天堂&lt;br /&gt;哪怕用一辈子才能完成&lt;br /&gt;只要我讲你就记住不忘&lt;br /&gt;我能想到最浪漫的事&lt;br /&gt;就是和你一起慢慢变老&lt;br /&gt;一路上收藏点点滴滴的欢笑&lt;br /&gt;留到以后 坐着摇椅 慢慢聊&lt;br /&gt;我能想到最浪漫的事&lt;br /&gt;就是和你一起慢慢变老&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;直到我们老的哪儿也去不了&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;你还依然 把我当成 手心里的宝&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-7728890944605279832?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/7728890944605279832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=7728890944605279832&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/7728890944605279832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/7728890944605279832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2008/10/romantic.html' title='Romantic...'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-2996767048070388230</id><published>2008-09-30T18:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:33:25.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jay Album Leaked~</title><content type='html'>《稻香》 詞：周杰倫 曲：周杰倫&lt;br /&gt;對這個世界如果你有太多的抱怨&lt;br /&gt;跌倒了就不敢繼續往前走&lt;br /&gt;為什麼人要這麼的脆弱 墮落&lt;br /&gt;請你打開電視看看&lt;br /&gt;多少人為生命在努力勇敢的走下去&lt;br /&gt;我們是不是該知足 珍惜一切&lt;br /&gt;就算沒有擁有還記得你說家是唯一的城堡&lt;br /&gt;隨著稻香河流繼續奔跑&lt;br /&gt;微微笑 小時候的夢我知道&lt;br /&gt;不要哭讓螢火蟲帶著你逃跑&lt;br /&gt;鄉間的歌謠永遠的依靠回家吧&lt;br /&gt;回到最初的美好不要這麼容易就想放棄&lt;br /&gt;就像我說的 追不到的夢想 換個夢不就得了&lt;br /&gt;為自己的人生鮮艷上色 先把愛涂上喜歡的顏色&lt;br /&gt;笑一個吧 功成名就不是目的&lt;br /&gt;讓自己快樂快樂這才叫做意義&lt;br /&gt;童年的紙飛機 現在終於飛回我手里&lt;br /&gt;所謂的那快樂 赤腳在田里追蜻蜓追到累了&lt;br /&gt;偷摘水果被蜜蜂給叮到怕了 誰在偷笑呢&lt;br /&gt;我靠著稻草人吹著風唱著歌睡著了&lt;br /&gt;哦 哦 午后吉它在蟲鳴中更清脆&lt;br /&gt;哦 哦 陽光灑在路上就不怕心碎&lt;br /&gt;珍惜一切 就算沒有擁有還記得你說家是唯一的城堡&lt;br /&gt;隨著稻香河流繼續奔跑 微微笑 小時候的夢我知道&lt;br /&gt;不要哭讓螢火蟲帶著你逃跑 鄉間的歌謠永遠的依靠&lt;br /&gt;回家吧 回到最初的美好&lt;br /&gt;............ ......... ......... ......... . ............ ......... ......... ......... . ...........&lt;br /&gt;《Paddy Fragrance》&lt;br /&gt;If you have too much qualms in this world You will not move on after you had fallen Why are people so weak and depressing? Please switch on the television to watch How many people are there are brave enough to live on? Are we supposed to be contented? Cherish all, even when you dont have it anymore. Did you remember you said that your home is your castle? Run along the plains following the fragrance of paddy and river Smiling, the dreams I know when we were little Dont you cry and let the fireflies run away with you Depending on the village and folk song forever Please go home and return to the wonderful memories Please do not give up easily. Its like I said. For the dreams you could not fulfill, the solution is to change the dream Color your life for yourself, color love with your favorite color Smile, its main objective is not only to succeed. To make one happy is something we know to be meaningful The paper planes that existed in our childhood has not finally landed on my hands The so call happiness has retreated into the paddy fields chasing crickets till it feels tired Stung by bees while picking fruits until we are afraid of it. Who is the one who is secretly laughing at us? I was lying against the scarecrow, soon fallen asleep as I feel the wind blows Wo Wo (expression) The guitar sounds clearer when played with the calls of insects Wo Wo (expression) when the sunshine splashes on the road, we will not be afraid of being heartbroken Treasure all, even you dont have it anymore. Did you remember you said that your home is your castle? Run along the plains following the fragrance of paddy and river Smiling, the dreams I know when we were little Dont you cry and let the fireflies run away with you Depending on the village and folk song forever Please go home and return to the wonderful memories&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-2996767048070388230?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/2996767048070388230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=2996767048070388230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/2996767048070388230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/2996767048070388230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2008/09/jay-album-leaked.html' title='Jay Album Leaked~'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-1215399280792902748</id><published>2008-09-29T16:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:37:18.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kokeshi</title><content type='html'>Have been doing research on Kokeshi. Kokeshi is not some Jap food, manga charater nor Jap new idol. Kokeshi is Japanese doll originally made out of wood since long long long time ago. Japanese artist in the north east area who earn their living by carving kitchen utensils and daily used products out of wood started carving dolls during winter to be sold to visitors who bathe in the hotspring. When the visitors reach their hometown with the Kokeshi as souvenir, they present the dolls to their friends or little children. The interesting part is that they believe that God will bless those who plays with Kokeshi. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cool rite? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good News! A bunch of goods is coming to my office --- cartons of Kokeshi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Momiji (Mom-ee-jee) dolls are collectable dolls made of resin (handle with care) and each of them has their own characteristics and specialty. For example, Cha Cha Cha is a doll of peace and love; Dreaming loves Sundays as its a day for her to dream and dream. Besides that, they do have celebration dolls like Big birthday, Best friend, Sister, Favourite person. Oh ya, the important thing is that its not just a doll but a message doll. One can slip a piece of message in the slot under each Momiji doll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To blend in to their fans' life, Momiji is coming out with more and more Zakka products. They are, Tea towel, Pencil case + Pencil with purpose, Notebook, Bag, Cosmetic bag, Envelope sets, Hanky, and (don't laugh) even panties~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stock will be in after Raya, but you know what~ Lots of fans have been writing in to enquire about Momiji, even without us advertising it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check this out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nanoda.com/en/japanese-gadgets/momiji-dolls-outsell-hello-kitty-and-pukka.html"&gt;http://www.nanoda.com/en/japanese-gadgets/momiji-dolls-outsell-hello-kitty-and-pukka.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's not forget about the official website&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://momijishop.com/"&gt;http://momijishop.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is one of their designer, Joanna Zhou who is only 23 years old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chocolatepixels.com/momiji.html"&gt;http://www.chocolatepixels.com/momiji.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting these 2 for my 2 hou2 ji2 mui2...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthday gal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/SOCfiXjx09I/AAAAAAAAACU/i5ZNICIzxR0/s1600-h/-birthday-girl.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251372578302448594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/SOCfiXjx09I/AAAAAAAAACU/i5ZNICIzxR0/s320/-birthday-girl.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I collect together every happy wishes and put them in a bundle for you on my birthday. I hope you like them. I like: enid blyton and babycham.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite Person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/SOCf2_88IbI/AAAAAAAAACc/xA8thbYpG7E/s1600-h/-favourite-person.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251372932742783410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/SOCf2_88IbI/AAAAAAAAACc/xA8thbYpG7E/s320/-favourite-person.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday i am meeting more and more people but definitely you are my favourite. This is without any doubts. I like: rye bread and blue peter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Momiji will be hitting us soon = I'll be busier soon. Got to set them up at MPH, Isetan, Parkson, etc. &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/260876052292562019-1215399280792902748?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/1215399280792902748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=1215399280792902748&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/1215399280792902748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/1215399280792902748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2008/09/kokeshi.html' title='Kokeshi'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/SOCfiXjx09I/AAAAAAAAACU/i5ZNICIzxR0/s72-c/-birthday-girl.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-8131303360906990708</id><published>2008-09-16T12:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:53:31.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams...</title><content type='html'>Yeah, being a person who is not creative at all. I shall blog about my dreams because my ah kor blogged about his.&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming is something that I do not want to do....&lt;br /&gt;when my brain needs a good rest after a busy day&lt;br /&gt;after a long working weekend&lt;br /&gt;MOST IMPORTANTLY... when I have enough drama series to watch that I do not need to produce 1 by myself when I am suppose to rest my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these days, I have been dreaming a lot~&lt;br /&gt;- about the person I like (who Kor doesnt like) suddenly fallen in love with me 'mind you that I am in a relationship with someone else'&lt;br /&gt;- about eating lots of delicious mooncake (didn't get to eat any this fest)&lt;br /&gt;- about WORK WORK and WORK&lt;br /&gt;- about my friends coming back from overseas~ MISS THEM LOTS~&lt;br /&gt;- about going back to school&lt;br /&gt;- about losing all my teeth&lt;br /&gt;- etc etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh~ I need some quality sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-8131303360906990708?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/8131303360906990708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=8131303360906990708&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/8131303360906990708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/8131303360906990708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2008/09/dreams.html' title='Dreams...'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-5154501884500862361</id><published>2008-09-09T15:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:48:09.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are MOVING~</title><content type='html'>Since last week, everyone in my company has been busy preparing to move~ yeah~ we are shifting fron Bandar Kinrara to Bandar Bukit Jalil which is a good thing for me as its nearer to travel from BBJ to town compare to my current office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, lets talk about my current office~ Its a shoplot full of stock~ there's suppose to be a show room, our working room, a store room that use up 1/2 of the shop lot, a kitchen table for us to prepare drinks for ourselves plus 2 blue tiled toilets. But what happen is... we are supplying more and more types of products and everywhere is full of stocks, when customers come, they will be squeezing themselves between the pile of boxes to have a look at the displayed items on the Ikea racks. There are lots of samples under my desk (my boss's desk but there's no place for me, so tumpang first), and my desk is full of both our stuff.&lt;br /&gt;The Irrie part is the toilet~ I dint know that we have 2 toilets until yesterday when the pantry smell too much of the rat that my colleague shifted some boxes and revealed a door to the second toilet. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Be prepared before u read the next line! &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Make sure that you are not eating anything at this point~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The blue tiles are not to be seen but the toilet floor is full of rats' poo... We got a shock of our life and started splashing water hoping that the poo will not be seen after a few pails of water. BUT!!! The drain is not working... we ended up having floating poo.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, now, lets go to our new office~ Early in the morning, Boss called and informed me that my colleague who is incharge of stocks (Ms P) and myself are suppose to go to our new place as 200+ cartons of stock is coming in. Our other colleague(Ms J) is suppose to stay in office to mend the phone but she is on MC and there's this stage that Ms P and I was in the state that only either 1 of us will be managing the 200+ cartons (of course with boss's help). Anyway, we both went as Boss called to say that no1 else is helping. So, Ms P, Boss, Boss's maid and myself ended up carrying the stocks and clever me is wearing white shirt which is now greyish in color (that is why I am in office today)!! The 2 stupid lorry guys just sit there and watch the 4 gals moving everything~&lt;br /&gt;After all the hard work, we went around our new office~ nice, clean, wide, not-full-of-stock. Can't wait to settle down~ GGRRRHHH~ Shifting on the 20th. Got to work next weekend!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-5154501884500862361?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/5154501884500862361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=5154501884500862361&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/5154501884500862361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/5154501884500862361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-are-moving.html' title='We are MOVING~'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-1770453919004631631</id><published>2008-08-27T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T18:51:22.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Piece of News</title><content type='html'>Despite all the worries and deep thoughts, I finally made my first step of going out with a guy. He is a normal guy, got to know him at work, nothing special, but MAN enough~ kekekeke... The story started like this...&lt;br /&gt;Now, everyone knows that I've join a new company. We actually distribute wooden toys and my first big case is with this formula company (milk powder) and they are looking for premiers for their events. So, they wanted their brand name to be silk screened on our products so, now, I have to deal with this printing company. As it was quite urgent and apparently the boss doesnt like our case as there were some history behind. Innocent me, had to visit the factory really often to check whether stuff are gonna be ready. And I met him...&lt;br /&gt;We talked, smsed, chat on phone, went for 8TV summer concert... As it was real late, I invited him to my place (blocking the eggs from hitting me with both arms). I PROMISE, we just chat and chat (maybe kiss a little) till its time for me to go for art class.&lt;br /&gt;But now there's a major problem that involve my closest friend.... I wonder what should I do? Worse come to worse... should I just give this relationship up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-1770453919004631631?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/1770453919004631631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=1770453919004631631&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/1770453919004631631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/1770453919004631631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2008/08/piece-of-news.html' title='A Piece of News'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-6391904647945148981</id><published>2008-08-22T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T16:02:37.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vinegar Jar~</title><content type='html'>I know this sound really really really stupid. Viewed TH's facebook profile and realise that he has lots of pets particularly gals, I know that this is just some game that people play when they are too free. But when I got to see this notice saying that he used a huge amount (though its not real $) to purchase who who who as pet, jealousy filled me. I was consoling myself and tried smiling hard.&lt;br /&gt;Till... This new guy smsed me a real touchy msg. He told me last nite that he will tell me his feeling by smsing me today as he need to aturkan the words, the words sounds familiar, think its from a song. But the moment I was reading it, I cried. God is really having fun, fooling me~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-6391904647945148981?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/6391904647945148981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=6391904647945148981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/6391904647945148981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/6391904647945148981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2008/08/vinegar-jar.html' title='Vinegar Jar~'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-2548857457661821855</id><published>2008-08-22T14:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T14:34:27.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forwarding.</title><content type='html'>What do I look for in DVD series? Subtitles of course. I am not a patient person and therefore, I know its not fun, but I will just press on the forward button and look at the fast forwarded pictures and read the subtitles when I watch Korean/Taiwanese drama.&lt;br /&gt;In life. I love jumping into conclusion. I want to be fast, get a friend fast, get into a job fast, get use of everything fast. Sometimes, I feel like having a marriage straight off without having to go trhough relationships, I want to be as fast and competent as my boss at work though I am only here for 1 and a half months, I want to send the stock at the first meeting with potential customers. I always wish that I can fast forward to the 2nd last chapter of my life and just go through the last 2 chapters.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, maybe this is my second last chapter already~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-2548857457661821855?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/2548857457661821855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=2548857457661821855&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/2548857457661821855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/2548857457661821855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2008/08/forwarding.html' title='Forwarding.'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-79515881916149041</id><published>2008-08-21T11:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:05:13.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Lost 'Friend'</title><content type='html'>Due to boringness, I joined English tuition class with my cousins when I was 6. And being the youngest in the class, of coz, they have to bear with my kiddyness and rudeness~ muahahahah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like the King in the class till this guy came in and ruin everything. He would talk back at me, make me feel stupid though i was really stupid etc etc. When we were split into 2 classes to prepare them for their UPSR, I promise myself that I will never want to see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a GROWN UP now, I met him in friendster and started a conversation with him, filling up each other about what had happen to us after those farnie quarels had been ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through friendster profile, I found out that we had the same BIRTHDAY~ Isn't that weird and scary? According to Chinese saying (back to being superstitious), when 2 person has the same birth time, conflict will happen and see... its so true~ kekekekeke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-79515881916149041?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/79515881916149041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=79515881916149041&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/79515881916149041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/79515881916149041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2008/08/long-lost-friend.html' title='Long Lost &apos;Friend&apos;'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-4003887787213503989</id><published>2008-08-20T11:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T12:02:10.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love songs...</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my colleague that love Ah Mei, I've been listening to her songs for 2 days. Listening to the sad love songs that are singing about the sad or fading love, the fear of getting into relationships came back to me. To me who is waiting for true love to occur, this is what I thought when I was listening to the songs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh ya, I was like that when I was with TH"&lt;br /&gt;"What a good girl I am to end the relationship smiling, though it was painful"&lt;br /&gt;"That sounds so familiar"&lt;br /&gt;"Shit! If I am to get myself into a relationship, I will need to go through all these again?"&lt;br /&gt;"OK, maybe I am too pessimistic, I should think positive. There is a huge possibility that my next 1 will be a happy 1"&lt;br /&gt;"NO! I do not want this to happen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion, to be sure that these will not happen on me again, I shall not get myself into anything that involve love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted some lines that put me into deep thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"不能放纵爱你就放过自己"&lt;br /&gt;"我不会为了留你假装可怜兮兮"&lt;br /&gt;"爱情已经过了甜蜜期多说也是无益"&lt;br /&gt;"我恨你最后那一句我爱你"&lt;br /&gt;"爱会让人不自由"&lt;br /&gt;"都怪我 太不争气我恨我爱你"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-4003887787213503989?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/4003887787213503989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=4003887787213503989&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/4003887787213503989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/4003887787213503989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-songs.html' title='Love songs...'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-6039683410137023899</id><published>2008-08-19T10:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:46:08.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superstitious</title><content type='html'>Was reading a friend's blog and it reminds me of an incident that happened 2 weeks ago. It was a good day. WHY? Nee bought me lunch, and its not normal lunch, we went to Great Eastern Mall for Nyonya food, yummy yum yum~ After that, we discovered that there's a MPH there, so, Books... here we come~ While Nee was busy going through the books, I discovered Lilian Too's Chinese horoscope booklets for year 2009~ (I know, we are still 4 mths away from 2009).&lt;br /&gt;Talking about anual luck, 2008 is suppose to be a good year for my career and a disasterous year for my gambling luck + love luck. And since I just started my new job, I just hope that my careeer luck will continue being superb :p Will not talk about career luck now... just don't wanna jinx it~&lt;br /&gt;After career, health and finance, I flipped to this section where relationship between horoscope was defined. Since I have 2 person in my mine at that time, I went to Ox and Dragon. Suprisingly, both were positive. Relationship between Rat and Ox is harmonious, just like us, while relationship between Rat and Dragon is competitive, JUST LIKE US!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-6039683410137023899?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/6039683410137023899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=6039683410137023899&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/6039683410137023899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/6039683410137023899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2008/08/superstitious.html' title='Superstitious'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-3354430778556115948</id><published>2008-08-18T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:56:05.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Goodbye~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/SKjyu8aGDBI/AAAAAAAAACM/nr_MmM4d-_o/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235701455121681426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/SKjyu8aGDBI/AAAAAAAAACM/nr_MmM4d-_o/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another friend leaving for work... Will miss you~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-3354430778556115948?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/3354430778556115948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=3354430778556115948&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/3354430778556115948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/3354430778556115948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-goodbye.html' title='Hello, Goodbye~'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/SKjyu8aGDBI/AAAAAAAAACM/nr_MmM4d-_o/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-7378047085614973515</id><published>2008-08-17T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T21:56:58.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assumption</title><content type='html'>Most of the time, what you assume would turn out just WRONG!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-7378047085614973515?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/7378047085614973515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=7378047085614973515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/7378047085614973515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/7378047085614973515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2008/08/assumption.html' title='Assumption'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-6548461268067167132</id><published>2008-08-15T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T16:41:46.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When to be playful?</title><content type='html'>Recently, a friend commented that (she thinks) I deserve a better man than the guys that I am thinking of or going out with. Here goes the conversation betweeen her and my spokelady...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: Why does KT like him? She deserve someone better&lt;br /&gt;J: She is just playing around.&lt;br /&gt;C: But if she wants to play around, shouldn't it be earlier? like highschool time or college time?&lt;br /&gt;J: Well, she is playing around all the time what...&lt;br /&gt;C: ....speechkes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all. I DO NOT PLAY AROUND. I am just choosing and finding the suitable person for myself. Why wasn't I going out with guys when I was in high school? My parents.... Why didn't I go out in college time? I want to concentrate on my studies (my head.... I was going out a lot already). Moreover, I do not go out with guys a lot nowadays... too busy working~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, I think a person start being playful when he/she finally realise that relationships are not easy and as innocent as how it was thought in the old days when he/she still thinks that LOVE is PURE and Relationships are PERFECT~~ Maybe, it might happen that one day, he/she will realise that LOVE isn't really that bad and there's a bright way to it, then they will settle down. Guess, I'm still at that stage where LOVE is just about bullshitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to be rude to those who had found the meaning of LOVE. In fact, lucky you for realizing it so early~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-6548461268067167132?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/6548461268067167132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=6548461268067167132&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/6548461268067167132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/6548461268067167132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-to-be-playful.html' title='When to be playful?'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-4852663952346840489</id><published>2008-08-12T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:46:53.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasy</title><content type='html'>Recently, my best bestie friend is having some problem while I am still having my day and nite mood swing as usual~ yeah, my mood swing drastically when it reach nite time. NO! I am not Dracula.... Just that, I can switch from a I-CAN-DO-IT gal to a I-NEED-A-SHOULDER-NOW! kinda gal. So, here comes our DREAM (nonsense)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall go back to our nice little cosy hometown, Batu Pahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will work in some company and not expect too much~&lt;br /&gt;We will still travel to Spore or KL to do our monthly shopping.&lt;br /&gt;We will read books (thats why we need our shopping trip, we have only Popular)&lt;br /&gt;We will play golf, squash, tennis... whatever that enable her to wear her super mini skirt&lt;br /&gt;I shall continue my Piano class while she goes for singing class&lt;br /&gt;She will learn dancing while I learn martial art&lt;br /&gt;We will go back to art class~ she will learn sketching while I learn Chinese painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh... this is so tempting... so, what is holding us back?&lt;br /&gt;Her: LOVE, Studies, self-expectation, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Career, Freedom, Friends, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BP life is so near but yet so far...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-4852663952346840489?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/4852663952346840489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=4852663952346840489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/4852663952346840489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/4852663952346840489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2008/08/fantasy.html' title='Fantasy'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-1854665421644747940</id><published>2008-08-11T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T17:30:33.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Life</title><content type='html'>Yeah, recently, I am busier, compare to my life in Cosmotots. Meeting more people, going to more  places, getting lost in KL more often, etc. Being in the second month of my new job, I do doubt my ability sometimes, not because I do not get more accounts, not because my boss is not happy with me... BUT, my boss hasnt confirm me!! and my probation period is suppose to be only a month and it will only be extend if I am not performing well~ So, I decided to ask my boss about it and I e mailed her. Her reply was positive. Guess she has forgotten that there is such thing as probation~ Somemore I mentioned that "I have been working for slightly more than a month" in my mail~ Bah... let's wait till she is not that busy~ That might be the day she retire then.&lt;br /&gt;In the other hand, I have to congratulate myself as I had took the first step to healthier life~ signing up gym~ But I am still going through some dilemma, not knowing whether I should take RM 140 per month for 1 year contract or RM 85 per month for 2 years contract. 4 more days before decision need to be made... Went for body combat class last saturday plus the swimming session I am still having with Gor... my whole body is aching like hell now!!! I think I will break into parts later in fly wheel class~ Gosh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-1854665421644747940?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/1854665421644747940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=1854665421644747940&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/1854665421644747940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/1854665421644747940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2008/08/interesting-life.html' title='Interesting Life'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-6055399895203982494</id><published>2008-07-28T18:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T18:55:00.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>Besides office hours, I do not know what am I doing the rest of the time...&lt;br /&gt;Time, activities, people to meet, ways to treat ppl.... Everythings a mess~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-6055399895203982494?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/6055399895203982494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=6055399895203982494&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/6055399895203982494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/6055399895203982494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2008/07/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-4014414836266433571</id><published>2008-07-22T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T18:22:40.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Toy House</title><content type='html'>Hey, this is my new blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mytoyhouse123.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mytoyhouse123.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of coz, my personal blog will still go on, but this is my new e shop~&lt;br /&gt;Have fun visiting and shopping...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-4014414836266433571?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/4014414836266433571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=4014414836266433571&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/4014414836266433571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/4014414836266433571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-toy-house.html' title='My Toy House'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-4974332456226376622</id><published>2008-06-15T08:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T08:56:59.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of another Chapter</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow will be the first day of my job-changing-break. Don't worry, I've had my time planned already starting with... Be a Good Daughter, to have 2 days tagging along with my parents while they are working (hope they'll buy me nice lunch). Then, There'll be a 3 days trip to the city with people that I do not really like.... Singapore, but since I am meeting my friend and its partly a business trip (Yeah, I already am starting working)! Another 1 day tagging along with whoever in BP. Back to KL and head off to Macau &amp;amp; Hong Kong~~~ I really look forward to shopping there.... BUT, let's not think so much first, there's this jinx about my shopping trip, and I should not imagine lots of stuff and have a better than great time.... just in case...&lt;br /&gt;But before all those nice things that are going to happen, I'll need to go for art class for a 2 hours class.... Hope my student can do well today~ And hopefully, they turn up~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-4974332456226376622?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/4974332456226376622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=4974332456226376622&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/4974332456226376622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/4974332456226376622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2008/06/end-of-another-chapter.html' title='End of another Chapter'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-8120446701327056135</id><published>2008-05-05T01:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T01:32:02.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job = Life</title><content type='html'>1st year Aniversary of my job in Cosmotots is up... yea, and finally, I think I am going to change job and find a career... Good luck to me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-8120446701327056135?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/8120446701327056135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=8120446701327056135&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/8120446701327056135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/8120446701327056135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2008/05/job-life.html' title='Job = Life'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-2616305016111767970</id><published>2008-03-27T11:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T11:29:57.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Mermaid</title><content type='html'>Was labelling books for my work place... No, I am not a librarian, but a mentor who need to do everything since this is a new centre. So, I had this book "The Little Mermaid" in my hand and Yeah, I LOVE this story loads... Unlike other disney princess, she is real brave. She didn't need her prince to kiss her to get her back to life. She didn't need him to kiss him in order to break the sleeping spell. She didn't need her prince to come to her house with the glass slipper so that she can stop being a maid. She didn't need to trade herself for the freedom of her father and then be the beast's property., ok, maybe Beauty is quite brave also... But still, I LOVE Ariel who is always wanting more for herself and work hard for what she keen for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-2616305016111767970?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/2616305016111767970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=2616305016111767970&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/2616305016111767970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/2616305016111767970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-mermaid.html' title='The Little Mermaid'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-5208249946462678131</id><published>2008-02-17T13:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T14:07:44.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Social skill</title><content type='html'>Went out with my college mates 2 days ago but all I did was, being quiet~ I did not do it on purpose just that I do not really know what to talk about, maybe I am sick of finding topic as I need to do that everyday for my job, talking to kids~ or, my PR is more on kids nowadays and topics that I can think of is rather kiddy~ OMG!!! Maybe I should brush up my PR by changing my job~ kekekek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, these days, I am rather haunted by one of my friend's complain about me being self-centered and contact ppl who I like only. At first, I do doubt myself being a gal like that (gals that I dislike and definitely hate it if I am 1 of them). But, I realise I am not actually like that... not finding excuses to cover myself, but I AM NOT LIKE THAT~~ I am worse, I dont even contact ppl that I actually have feeling enough~ I fall for the same guy again recently, but I contacted him only when I am free like, on some weekends and the 4th day of CNY (and he said I contact him too much already, see, its not my fault, I influenced by this kinda ppl). And also, I do not reply my ex-bf's msges in friendster as often as i used to though i still love him loads (as a friend). Don't tell me I do not love my parents, but I do not contact them if they do not take the initiative of calling me. And my best friend, I don't mind not contacting her for a year now (i think) knowing that we will still be in each others heart and mind, and lets not forget my ah kor and SK who swim with me, think in this case, I am lucky you guys always think of me (or the swimming pool), at least I still have you and the activity that connect us and save me from being a complete loner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion, I do not contact only those ppl who I like (have feeling towards), but I basically contact others only when I am free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is THAT normal?? I thought it is... cause my friends contact me when they are free too but if its not normal and I am to start contacting everyone, guess ppl will notice that I am faking it and yeah, thats not me and guess it will be real tiring~ If that will suck up my life, well, I shall say sorry to myself then~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-5208249946462678131?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/5208249946462678131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=5208249946462678131&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/5208249946462678131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/5208249946462678131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2008/02/social-skill.html' title='Social skill'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-513005323775203220</id><published>2008-01-21T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T21:33:36.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Status</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when two person get close and friendly, guesses come into mind, thinking, what are this counted as, normal friends, more-than-normal friends, good friends, sth more than good friends, 'ai4 mei4', potential lovers, etc etc. Being semi sensitive, I will tend to read between lines and start interpretating. I used to be someone who will confront and ask for a clear question... but now, well, i am very timid... always afraid of losing friends~ I really wish that I do not have feeling... towards anyone or anything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-513005323775203220?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/513005323775203220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=513005323775203220&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/513005323775203220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/513005323775203220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2008/01/status.html' title='Status'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-188702785962412291</id><published>2008-01-07T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T21:56:45.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱是不是不开口才珍贵~~</title><content type='html'>Deep thoughts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-188702785962412291?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/188702785962412291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=188702785962412291&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/188702785962412291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/188702785962412291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='爱是不是不开口才珍贵~~'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-4967483520275476455</id><published>2008-01-02T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T19:41:42.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday...</title><content type='html'>yeah, I had 10 whole days of holidays and I had spent it in my hometown, Batu Pahat, missed both x'mas and new year countdown as I have curfew and the miss if the luck but I thought I did sth romantic that was not seem to be appreciated... BUt in this ten days, there are things that happened between my friends and I that made me think even more (thought ppl keep telling me that I already think too much)! Well, thats life isn't it? we are born with brains and heart not without reasons~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-4967483520275476455?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/4967483520275476455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=4967483520275476455&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/4967483520275476455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/4967483520275476455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2008/01/holiday.html' title='Holiday...'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-4609984303577250425</id><published>2007-12-19T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T22:18:56.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is just another bad day~</title><content type='html'>1. woke up at 7.42 when I am suppose to wake up at 7 and start work at 8.30&lt;br /&gt;2. hurt by a stapler bullet (and it bleed)&lt;br /&gt;3. had a little conflict with one of my best friend but controllable&lt;br /&gt;4. bought a packet of rice that look delicious but not very delicious in the end&lt;br /&gt;5. got the bad news that 2 of my kids are on leave on friday and will not be able to perform a play which we had been practising since a month ago&lt;br /&gt;6. have to wait in front of the car while the cleaner was cleaning my car at 8.15 and mid valley is not 24 hours&lt;br /&gt;7. there was a long queue at the box office&lt;br /&gt;8. there was a long queue at the atm&lt;br /&gt;9. I have only 16.xx in my account&lt;br /&gt;10. There isn't any Hong Leong atm&lt;br /&gt;11. withdrawl is insufficient at Mayban atm using Hong Leong atm card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I feel glad that it has not reach a dozen??&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow shall be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. my friend just reminded me that I had missed last nite's GHOST WHISPERER...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-4609984303577250425?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/4609984303577250425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=4609984303577250425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/4609984303577250425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/4609984303577250425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-is-just-another-bad-day.html' title='It is just another bad day~'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-7076377250528682156</id><published>2007-12-13T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T23:57:47.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;          Since about 2 years ago, I got to know this guy who is known as a playboy by most people that know him. After being advised by number of people, I become rather careful when I am conversing or communicating with him. But due to my slow working mind, all I did was to regret of not replying in a better way. 对着空气还击着你的问题~ To make sure that I will not jump into the trap, I try my best to ignore him and try not let myself fall into his sweet sweet trap that involve lots of sweet talk and techniques(not sexual)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;推辞每次真实的相聚, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;沾沾自喜拒绝的魅力, but well, we still go out once or twice for drinks and everytime when we are out alone, I feel like going home or to hang out with other friends. 我也许喜欢想像你, 多于得到你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;          But well, accident happens... we went out again one nite, and after some talking and his sweet talk, we agreed to get together for a try since he has commitment phobic after his 4 year relationship with a controlling galfriend and since I do not believe in relationships after both my relationships which are very different but still doesnt work well. 那天你眼神泄漏孩子气 我偷偷下定给你幸福的决定That whole day, I was figuring whether that relationship is worth a try or not and the fact that most of the people that I mentioned about him with doesnt really like his attitude. to get assurance, I became a dependent gf for 12 hours msging and calling him once in 5 hours and at the end of the day, we had a talk and ended the 'relationship' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我也许喜欢想像你 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;多于得到你 At the end of the day, I felt both relieve and lost~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;          一开始你 就准备好最后一集 你抽身的干净 till now, we had not communicate properly. Well, that life i think~ The people that you will meet comes in a package of variety~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-7076377250528682156?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/7076377250528682156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=7076377250528682156&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/7076377250528682156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/7076377250528682156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2007/12/since-about-2-years-ago-i-got-to-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-8729425150424724751</id><published>2007-10-17T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T21:12:00.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I'm not sure since when, I do not go to the same place, meet the same people, nor do the same thing nowadays except for facing the same 90+ kids in my work place~ Have been going out with some new friends due to birthday parties (for the same person) and since there are lots of new shopping landmarks I've been busy visiting them... Actually, I do not have much to talk about, but here are some pictures that I showed my granny and got her feedback "Why don't you just settle down with ONE boyfriend and get married ASAP??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oppsss~ sth is wrong with my PC again~ maybe you should just visit my friendster (if you want to) its actually just a series of pictures with guys during a birthday party...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-8729425150424724751?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/8729425150424724751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=8729425150424724751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/8729425150424724751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/8729425150424724751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2007/10/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-6902330898106618548</id><published>2007-09-25T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T23:11:15.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooncake Festival?? Lantern Festival?? Mid-Autumn Festival??</title><content type='html'>Remembering two years ago when I mentioned Mooncake festival and was quizzed about dumpling festival and rice ball festival, my (ex) bf asked : "why when everything come to you, they got related with food?" It was really sarcastic and mean but what I can say now is, at least I was surrounded by my family members and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my day with work, work and work, then, I had lots of fun with my kids and went for dinner alone at some hawker kopitiam. After the tiring 2 hours, I reached home feeling tired and pissed as I missed half of my favourite episode series, 'Ghost Whisperer'. Yeah, and thats that. though some people might say that its nothing and there's nth for me to grieve about, but yeah, due to a few incident, I have been down for days and days... Hopefully the blue will pass by as soon as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-6902330898106618548?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/6902330898106618548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=6902330898106618548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/6902330898106618548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/6902330898106618548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2007/09/mooncake-festival-lantern-festival-mid.html' title='Mooncake Festival?? Lantern Festival?? Mid-Autumn Festival??'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-1709160371467000782</id><published>2007-09-22T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T01:14:42.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be back SOON~</title><content type='html'>Ever since I started working, I think I had neglected most of my friends. I do not really contact my high school friends, nevertheless my college mates, my 'queer' friends who I always love to hang out with, and since I have moved to my new branch, I did not contact much of my ex colleagues. I do not call/sms them, chat with them much, read their blogs, and not to say, care for them... I'm so sorry everyone, I'll try to be the old me soon who is much warmer I think and hopefully I will not be ignored... ok, lets start with reading blogs since kor just registered this cool website that allow me to read latest entries just with one click~ Thanks everyone for still being there for me though I had drifted away for a while~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-1709160371467000782?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/1709160371467000782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=1709160371467000782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/1709160371467000782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/1709160371467000782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2007/09/ill-be-back-soon.html' title='I&apos;ll be back SOON~'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-7033213128231730892</id><published>2007-09-22T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T11:15:29.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday @ Farewell</title><content type='html'>Since last month, I had not meet my ex colleagues up, and now, finally, our place was Shogun @ 1U and it was definitely a pleasant get together place. There were around 20 of us sitting around a long table, eating, chatting, cam whoring, etc. The coolest thing is, the whole whole (restaurant) sang birthday song for Ee, the birthday girl... Then, before we realise, all the other customers were gone and we were left with 4 waiter surrounding us. But, that doesnt mean anything, we continued talking and chatting, taking picture outside of the restaurant and in no time, we realised that the whole mall is shutting down already~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of coz, after that, a few of us went for a second round in TTDI (with my stupid outfit) and it was an even better place, nice music, nice drinks, nice atmosphere and of coz, quite some number of leng lui (and leng zhai) around though there were some sexy aunties around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I must really socialize more and go out more~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-7033213128231730892?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/7033213128231730892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=7033213128231730892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/7033213128231730892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/7033213128231730892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2007/09/birthday-farewell.html' title='Birthday @ Farewell'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-213088739921222155</id><published>2007-09-12T21:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T21:53:59.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potential BFs...</title><content type='html'>Due to my bro's request, I shall elaborate how I normally treat my potential BFs (those who go after me). Since I will mostly be the stronger party, I sort of take advantage of them, not in the sense of monetary, but I torture them by making them do things that I want them to do without asking them directly to do it and normally, I like to make it look like, I did not ask for that and they are willing to do it for me. There are not many cases like this, but it does work most time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, all these happen because I was rather used to having a guy who is after me to do all this kinda silly stuff for me. When I was in Form 3, there is this guy in my class who was after me and he did all the ma fan stuff for me, up till the year after Form 5. Some of the things he did was: prepare timetable(copy, print and laminate) for me at the begining of every year; do story book report for me whenever it is due (he ended up being suspected by teacher that he copied mine cause silly him did the same thing for 2 report books and I got a silver medal for that year because "I" did more than N amount of reports; sign in extra cocurriculum, paid the anual fees, and gave excuses to the teacher when I did not attend the meetings on Saturday (since I do not know I am a member of that club/society) and I truly got shocked when I see some cert on my table at the end of the year; and of course, help me do homework (He himself asked whether I want him to help or not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I cant be blame since I am not born this way, someone pampered me... WHY NOT???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-213088739921222155?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/213088739921222155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=213088739921222155&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/213088739921222155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/213088739921222155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2007/09/potential-bfs.html' title='Potential BFs...'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-6292626267337256872</id><published>2007-09-09T21:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T21:31:56.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the year~</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I realise that my PR problem is related to my personality which is... I want to do things my way. Things get worse when the other party is my close friend or my potential bfs, I become proud and I insist on doing everything in my own way. And most probably, I will end up screwing the friendship~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, sometime, somewhere, there is this someone, who I will always listen to and dare not fight back, sometimes, I feel so small in front of that friend that I do not even dare to breath too loud, I dare not say NO to whatever that friend of mine said and I get so fed up of myself who acted like a little slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is... is it possible that I can only be with someone like that? This is something that I keep asking myself since... I do not know when~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-6292626267337256872?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/6292626267337256872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=6292626267337256872&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/6292626267337256872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/6292626267337256872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2007/09/friends-forever.html' title='Question of the year~'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-6319477804419412766</id><published>2007-09-08T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T23:22:36.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebirth...</title><content type='html'>After six months, I have finally reformat my beloved antique lap top~ And here I am, onlining using my own lap top instead of begging others to let me use their computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been moody these days probably due to my hormone system and the emptiness of my bank account. Then, I started to miss my college life when I can always count on my parents for money (though I seldom ask for more), but it will be much easier for me to get money from them since I have no income that time, but now, having to earn my own money, of coz, I will not take money from them and I will never be able to make myself to ask from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I miss my friends, and that made me realise, I had not contact many ppl these days, not my ex colleagues, not my friends from high school, not my college friends and not even my family. I have been in my own world and I am rather happy with it. Had quite a huge conflict with my 'friend' last weekend just because of me missing some stupid calls. I admit that I dont really care about miss calls or even sms, HELLO~ I dont even mind getting online to check my msg and mails which had been a big thing to me during my colleague time. Guess I am too comfortable with myself and my close friends while I neglect others especially those who are inconsiderate.... All I can say is, I am sorry that I cant (will not) do as you wish~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-6319477804419412766?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/6319477804419412766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=6319477804419412766&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/6319477804419412766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/6319477804419412766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2007/09/rebirth.html' title='Rebirth...'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-3422097525774373191</id><published>2007-07-21T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T21:35:09.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>My other half...</title><content type='html'>Went back to my high school last weekend and teachers had been asking me about BFs... Went out with my colleagues last nite and they were discussing about guys that we are looking for... One of them will like to have a bald and quiet, aged under 35 boyfriend, the other wants a cute, aged under 30 boyfriend... Since I was too lazy to think about boyfriends and had already give up on looking for one, I told them that all I want is a rich bf and to support my statement, I told them about my rich ex-bfs and said that I want to maintain at least that standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 24 hours, which is now, I realise that I was saying that I am a hollow+shallow+materialistic person~ so, have to straighten my point here now by giving u a list of characteristics that I am looking for in a guy... or a girl.... hahahahaha~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich : Actually I dont mind if I have to stay with his parents after we got married, as long as they have a maid and I dont have to wash and cook for the whole family nor myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age : I would prefer someone who is around 30 as someone who is 30 should be stable in their work meaning, no long distance relationship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look : As long as not yucky.... preferably taller than me, not too fat... 160+cm 70kg is acceptable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality : Able to make decisions but also respect my decisions at times/when I want to make 1; caring but one must not over do it; likable--&gt; no attitude problems etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, this is exhausting.... its difficult to think about this and actually write it out in words since I am not really looking for one... I am too lazy... and too timid... to get into a relationship, get hurt and cry, get crazy when sth sweet happen, etc....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-3422097525774373191?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/3422097525774373191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=3422097525774373191&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/3422097525774373191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/3422097525774373191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-other-half.html' title='My other half...'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-2984329932101245122</id><published>2007-07-21T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T00:23:40.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destress sessions</title><content type='html'>Since last weekend, I had been feeling stress of having to work in a new environment and not working with my former colleagues anymore~ On Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, I had been crying in my car when I was driving to work in the mornings as I really miss the people in my old working place and I feel stress having to work with certain people~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no doubt that I like to work with kids and friendly colleagues but certainly not with people who I need to watch out all the time and crack my head trying to think of ways to protect myself~ It was really exhausting and stressing that I could finally not take it anymore and splash everything to my ex-colleague who I got close only a few weeks ago~ I cried in the phone (which I did not plan to...) but thanks JW for being there for me when I was down and alone... I felt better after listening to her motivating words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5 days of working with kids and protecting myself plus trying to fight back at times, I am really exhausted but happily, I head of to Sunway Pyramid for dinner with my ex colleagues, JC,SU, and JW~ had a big bowl of tom yum kung, Brownies of the days with a scoop of ice cream and some fries, chat with them and tah dah~ I found another pal who got bullied by and finally dislike (her) the same person~ Realizing that we have the same enemy really bond us well~ kekekeke!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we head of to a club which is within walking distance. Did not plan to do so but since JW is going there, I needed to destress and JW wanted to intro some guy to JC, we head of with out working attire~ But then, JC and SU who did not feel right with their attire decided to leave at 10.30pm ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/RqDg8jV6EfI/AAAAAAAAACE/6IXumQguvzM/s1600-h/20-07-07_2248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089314909812560370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/RqDg8jV6EfI/AAAAAAAAACE/6IXumQguvzM/s320/20-07-07_2248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/RqDg8TV6EdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sUhAIxjlR7w/s1600-h/20-07-07_2247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089314905517593042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/RqDg8TV6EdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sUhAIxjlR7w/s320/20-07-07_2247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/RqDg8jV6EeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7Zney0aaaHo/s1600-h/20-07-07_2249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089314909812560354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/RqDg8jV6EeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7Zney0aaaHo/s320/20-07-07_2249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are what we were wearing to the CLUB!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Really hope that we can do this more often as I think I really need to destress....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-2984329932101245122?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/2984329932101245122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=2984329932101245122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/2984329932101245122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/2984329932101245122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2007/07/destress-sessions.html' title='Destress sessions'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/RqDg8jV6EfI/AAAAAAAAACE/6IXumQguvzM/s72-c/20-07-07_2248.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-1048623920546848007</id><published>2007-07-18T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:31:46.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Party...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/Rp4HmTV6EcI/AAAAAAAAABs/JgSXbiWTvks/s1600-h/P7130722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088512983583822274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/Rp4HmTV6EcI/AAAAAAAAABs/JgSXbiWTvks/s320/P7130722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  Photoshop!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/Rp4FtTV6EbI/AAAAAAAAABk/JQjzp-Dg604/s1600-h/P7130727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088510904819650994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/Rp4FtTV6EbI/AAAAAAAAABk/JQjzp-Dg604/s320/P7130727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Zaki and Auntie Kai Ting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/Rp4FETV6EaI/AAAAAAAAABc/B5iBVlEy2yU/s1600-h/P7130726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088510200445014434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/Rp4FETV6EaI/AAAAAAAAABc/B5iBVlEy2yU/s320/P7130726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joe Wen the Chinese &amp; Kai Ting the Malay &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(going to cry very soon!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/Rp4DazV6EYI/AAAAAAAAABM/8WYbDXjkqs0/s1600-h/P7120709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088508387968815490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/Rp4DazV6EYI/AAAAAAAAABM/8WYbDXjkqs0/s320/P7120709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                           DU Mentors!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/260876052292562019-1048623920546848007?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/1048623920546848007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=1048623920546848007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/1048623920546848007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/1048623920546848007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2007/07/farewell-party.html' title='Farewell Party...'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/Rp4HmTV6EcI/AAAAAAAAABs/JgSXbiWTvks/s72-c/P7130722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-7850706719167702726</id><published>2007-07-14T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T14:14:42.751+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Farewells</title><content type='html'>Friday was my last day of my training in Damansara Utama and from Monday onwards, I will be on duty in Bukit Jalil Chapter~ Unfortunately, I had to take 1/2 day leave to go back to my hometown for some birthday celebration therefore were not able to spend my last full day with my colleagues, especially the one (JW) who I had just realise the fast-building-bond in us. After morning class, I marked my students' books, tidy up my table, put back the story books on the shelves, hand in my attendance lists to my senior and lastly, wrote my lesson report, one of them insisted that we must take picture before I go off eventhough I had already told them that I cant make it cause I am very very very sure that I WILL CRY~~ And I need to leave before USJ people come in for training...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there goes the photo session~ before the camera was ready, one of my senior took out her phone and asked my colleague to take a pic of us and yeah, I am sure I have red eyes in that pic~ then, the crazy photo session and then, cards and book marks giving session, THEN... hugging session that I really controlled myself a lot from bursting into tears~ After that, I went to my car and started crying~ (I am really a loser when it come to saying goodbyes). While driving, I read the words written on the card by all my colleagues, and also, a short letter from JW~ my crying session lasted from DU NKVE till USJ exit~~ :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the crying and driving, I got really tired and nearly doze off while driving... Phew~ Thank God I am still blogging here~ The birthday celebration went well, but I was too tired to entertain anyone and yeah, at times like this, I really cant take any teasing and sarcasism... Sigh~ guess there are only a few who will understand how my last week in DU was like~ being emotional and busy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-7850706719167702726?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/7850706719167702726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=7850706719167702726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/7850706719167702726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/7850706719167702726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2007/07/farewells.html' title='Farewells'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-946694393916417751</id><published>2007-07-11T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T21:56:22.294+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>At Work...</title><content type='html'>After this week, I will be working in Bukit Jalil and today is my last day seeing some of my colleagues at work since I am on half day leave on Friday while my USJ colleagues only come over to DU on Wednesdays and Fridays' afternoons for trainning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/RpTg2lviaGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ulXUcaU9Jn8/s1600-h/P7060349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085937107657189474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/RpTg2lviaGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ulXUcaU9Jn8/s320/P7060349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kristy's staircase is just too nice for picture taking~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/RpTbFVviaAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Tjt8spneLbs/s1600-h/P7060340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085930763990493186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/RpTbFVviaAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Tjt8spneLbs/s320/P7060340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Auntie Kai Ting, Auntie Joe Wen and Auntie Ee @ Kristy's buffet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/RpTcJFviaBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bh8pN9q6s6A/s1600-h/P6290329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085931927926630418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/RpTcJFviaBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bh8pN9q6s6A/s320/P6290329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cute Senior Mentors...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nondo's @ work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, we were rushing, transfering all the pictures that we took before and on Kristy's (one of my colleague/ my senior mentor) wedding. Had lunch together between working hours for the last time and before they leave for USJ, I hugged 2 of my colleagues who I am very close with and yeah, being a cry baby, I nearly cry... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/RpTenlviaDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UrPQ6_Js2po/s1600-h/P7080449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085934650935896114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/RpTenlviaDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UrPQ6_Js2po/s320/P7080449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jane, Marilyn, Kristy the bride and Kai Ting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/RpTeoVviaEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ECcqf5sm9Ww/s1600-h/P7070415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085934663820798018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/RpTeoVviaEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ECcqf5sm9Ww/s320/P7070415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The purple group....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/RpTeo1viaFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y1N7yCFJ6x8/s1600-h/P7070440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085934672410732626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/RpTeo1viaFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y1N7yCFJ6x8/s320/P7070440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Colleagues with Kristy and Sherman after dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make sure we know about each other still, I help MA, another senior of mine to create a friendster account... And I found out that Friendster system is really terror.... Once she click on Malaysia in Country column, all the state names was loaded and once she clicked on Selangor, all the Kampung names came out.... And we had never heard of all those Kampung names....&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/260876052292562019-946694393916417751?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/946694393916417751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=946694393916417751&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/946694393916417751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/946694393916417751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2007/07/at-work.html' title='At Work...'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89_rfH1suFU/RpTg2lviaGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ulXUcaU9Jn8/s72-c/P7060349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-524314696560681771</id><published>2007-07-08T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T02:14:20.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding dinner...</title><content type='html'>First time being invite as an individual to a wedding dinner, and who's the lucky couple??? kekekek... Yeah, they are my senior, Kristy and her darling, Sharman and guess what? They had been together for 10 years... 10 years is definitely a long period of time and guess they will have a happy marriage since they should have a strong relationship! Best wishes to them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, talking about the wedding dinner... as I remember, that was around my 3rd week of work when she informed me that she is inviting me instead of other mentor since we are closer as she was senior mentoring me... and yeah, there's a theme color and that's PURPLE... being a low profile person, I do not really have any formal dress with such uncommon color, and therefore, I HAD TO shop for it and I was more than glad to do that for her~ Got a purple tube dress and I do like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a group of lovey colleague, we brought a really nice photo album and each of us had our blessing on sheets of A4 colored paper and there, we performed our creativity... and that photo album ended up having all our blessing for lovely Kristy~ and the nite before the wedding, we handed it to her and watched her scanning tru the album. There was a buffet dinner in her house and yeah, we dressed up, most of us wearing dresses and skirts to work since we are heading straight to her house rite after work~ guess the kids were wondering, why are these aunties dressing all up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, 07-07-07, I met some of my colleague in Bangsar so that if we got lost on our way to the dinner place, we get lost together in 1 car... and there was a big suprise when we just reach there... when we were heading the washroom, we saw this gal at the door of a nice room and THAT'S THE BRIDE... and she was definitely gorgeous with that really nice gown~ and of coz, we did not miss the chance of taking pictures with her in her grooming room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meal started around 8++ and ended around 11pm... I was seated with only 2 of my colleague while all the others were at the next table and my other sweet senior 'kidnapped' me to her table since 3 of the people will not be coming~ The grand entrance of the newly wed were touchy of coz, with the nice music as back ground... and the second entrance was even better with the bride wearing a nice cheong sam hand made by her mother in law and with the accompany of 2 lion dance, 2 rows of brother (heng dai) and sisters (ji mui) with the ji mui wearing shocking pink dresses of same material but different design of tailor made dresses... 12 sets of them~ before the toast, the bestman and bridemaid gave their wishes, and presented this video clips they compiled with all the friends' blessings and the couple gave a toast with tears.... Another touchy thing was the video clip that they showed before the food were served and the grand entrance of the couple. it consist of baby pictures, how they got together and the proposal made by the groom to the bride last November~ that was so sweet......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nite ended with another camera session with the bride.... shall upload the pictures real soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-524314696560681771?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/524314696560681771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=524314696560681771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/524314696560681771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/524314696560681771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2007/07/wedding-dinner.html' title='Wedding dinner...'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-2544559636417106744</id><published>2007-07-01T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T20:23:41.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>My PR...</title><content type='html'>seems like its not too good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)   I don't really like it when my colleague commented about my style of handling the classes when she never even seen me in the class, though its a compliment (being patient), I still feel weird... I never complain about my kids infront of others doesn;t mean that I can handle difficult kids and therefore I should be given most of the difficult kids... and my senior mentor is suppose to be the person who decide who should get which class, not her~~~ But since she is the one who will continue working with me after my trainning in the headquater~ how am I suppose to go well with someone like this for long??? HELP~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)   A simple sentence such as "&lt;strong&gt;so what is your plan&lt;/strong&gt;" from me can lead to lots and lots of conflicts that ruin friendship and also, I am labeled as someone who doesn't welcome ppl to my place for short stay and complain a lot... For god's sake~ of coz I need to know your plan when its different from what I know since the last time you planned... Though I am one of the owner of the house... my mum still check on my cousins and brother.... At least I need to know how to answer when she starts questioning me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)   I seldom contact my hometown friends anymore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I can only think of this 3... not too bad actually~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-2544559636417106744?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/2544559636417106744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=2544559636417106744&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/2544559636417106744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/2544559636417106744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-pr.html' title='My PR...'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-4825080791531897404</id><published>2007-07-01T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T19:07:58.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Dessert nites..</title><content type='html'>Not very sure since when, I started spending most of my Saturday evening waiting for Jie to come back from office, and go out for dinner together~ and to end out nite outing, we (I) often choose some tong sui place for a chat (more of me talking and Jie listening)~ Its rather pathetic according to my colleague since I am still single and young... Maybe I should be wearing sth sexy/bitchy and do club hopping~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last nite was different, we did not plan for any outing and I since I am going to this BBQ party in cousin's granny house, we did not even call each other~ but at the very last minute (8pm), Jie called and since Jie had nth to do and there's no1 besides me at that area, Jie decided to ask me out for a drink~ my first choice was Secret Recipe, then Mamak... and finally, we ended up in this dessert shop in Bukit Jalil~ Ordered Gui Ling Gou, Boiled Almond with Fungus and Chinese Pear, Black Sesame paste and Porridge for Jie. Oh ya, since Jie's mum was late, we ordered steamed egg which is quite yummy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides eating and chatting, of coz, we check on other people in that place... Last week, two gay guys were looking at me with special intention we concluded~ maybe they just need a gal fren... and last nite~ once I walked in the shop... I offered Jie the seat that is facing two guys after I noticed sth about them but being a dessert lover, I snatched the menu and started ordering and the farniest moment of the nite happened after we ordered our food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : oppss... they are gone dee...&lt;br /&gt;Jie : What?&lt;br /&gt;Me : oh... no lar~ that two....&lt;br /&gt;Jie : Yeah (grinned)&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yeah (thinking.... should I be happy or sad about the "talent" I have)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~ there's so much fun... cant wait till our next dessert day come... but since I am going for a wedding dinner on coming saturday~ and going back to Bp the next week.... guess I will miss lots of tong sui and dessert~ Well~ guess I need some time for a rest before I get diabetise also...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-4825080791531897404?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/4825080791531897404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=4825080791531897404&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/4825080791531897404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/4825080791531897404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2007/07/dessert-nites.html' title='Dessert nites..'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-4545807520662311602</id><published>2007-06-29T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T23:07:15.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets~</title><content type='html'>K and I have been donation collecting buddies since we were in secondary sch with our stupid prefect post~ Then, we started our college life with lots of msning and then finally, when we both had settled in the new city, KL, we hang out more often~ It had been weird especially when people started questioning me about our friendship, but all that I can say is that, we go out, have meal then movies~ there were not much conversation and most of our conversation include me asking questions that seems stupid to him and him replying me with some tone that bit by bit, ruined my self esteem~ He live rather far away from my place but yet probably due to loneliness, we went out quite often, and I definitely felt sorry for he was always the one travelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed, I went tru relationships and him getting more and more friends and finally his own clig of friends that we went out together less and less... From hanging out twice a week to once and week then finally once a month~ Then, I started working and him getting ready to go overseas again, we hardly go out together. I promised myself most of the mornings telling myself that, since I will pass by the area he is living, I will ask him out for dinner but at the end of the day, I became tired and normally went straight home to rest~ I had dinner with him only once since I started working and the second time was on Monday. and yeah, he will be leaving for Aus this Sunday~ Happily, I went to the dinner with also other two guys and I got this bomb from him~ (no, he did not confess to me that he like me... do not think too much), he told me that he will leave KL the next day and he is flying off from Spore~ that means, I will not see him until he comes back for holiday in Dec~ Immediately, I felt the pain and I truly regretted for what I had never done--not taking initiative on asking friends out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: thats why, this whole week, I had been out with different friends who I had promised to have meal with since long time ago~~&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Remembering end of last month, I cried in the meeting at work just because I am getting 2 diffecult kids who were like enemies of the century (fight and quarel everytime they meet) in the same class~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After one month of being their mentor, I had no idea how, but I had encouraged them to be friends and they are best friends who share story books and they often encourage one another to perform and behave well in class~ And yeah~ I am assigned to take another class next month~ in two weeks time, I will leave that center to another branch~ guess there will be lots of kids that I will definitely miss a lot~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no~ they baby gal (5 yo) in my class with average of 7 years old kids who now can read well and enjoy reading story books. My class with average of 5 years old kids who were quiet when I first see them but now because of me not being firm with them, had became the naughty but yet cutest class I have. The class that I have fully in this 2 1/2 months which consist of all the kids who like to shout out answers and have other mentor coming in to complain/warn them. The girl who, 40 minutes late is nth special if it happens on her but had been one of the early birds who came into the center early~ And yeah, last but not least, my 6 years old class who had been overstayed at that level and 99% of them have discipline/confidence problem which I couldnt wait to get rid of but yet I already miss them now~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-4545807520662311602?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/4545807520662311602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=4545807520662311602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/4545807520662311602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/4545807520662311602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2007/06/regrets.html' title='Regrets~'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-8287898553097695828</id><published>2007-06-28T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T00:14:43.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments~</title><content type='html'>As most of my friends know, I lost some weight last year, in around August but precious moments are always shorter, by Chinese New Year, I gained back some weight due to the stress I got from the beloved HELP Uni Coll~ Why? everyone asked, assuming that with stress, most people get bad appetite and definitely lose some weight~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, things work differently for different people. I normally eat to destress besides shopping, which will cost more and add on some more stress at the end of the months~ so, yeah, my tummy is back for a visit~ And strange things happened, after banning myself from eating mutton and nasi lemak because of my high cholestrol, I started eating lots of pork, and with their fats, especially the braised one as the fats will be soft and it melt in my mouth~ yum yum~ Then, to boost my self-esteem when I am fat, I had some fight with my bf (when we were together), I became unresonable and started asking him questions like "Who says fat people are not pretty?" "How can you say that one have to be thin to be beautiful?" and then started to lecture others with my theories like "J&lt;em&gt;ust because one person say that he prefer girl to be slim and then he/she started to design nice clothes with only XXS, XS, and S sizes, the whole world have to agree with that person that one need to be thin to be labelled as GOOD LOOKING is it?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate people who ruin other's self esteem or make people feel bad with crazy comments~ who need all those comments? Unless you give people advises like~ watch out for cholestrol... or some sincere comments for your close friends when you are having a private talk (not in front of  N number of people~)! One better keep his/her mouth SHUT~ of coz, I might do sth like that at times, maybe unintentionally~ sorry for those people  :p Hopefully people (including myself) will take note on comments given to others... If you cant guarantee that you won hurt anyone, JUST KEEP QUIET~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-8287898553097695828?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/8287898553097695828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=8287898553097695828&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/8287898553097695828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/8287898553097695828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2007/06/comments.html' title='Comments~'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-4989474035582152844</id><published>2007-06-24T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T11:15:33.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gathering...</title><content type='html'>Last nite, kor brought me to this gathering which I misheard as "CHESS GATHERING" but turn out to be a "CHURCH GATHERING". Since my social life has been PATHETIC, I insisted that I want to join him after my scalp treatment appointment at 5pm. Oh ya, must Thanks kor for accompanying me to the saloon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, the group of people in the gathering gave me a fright since most of them are uncle and aunties. The thought of "what should I do when they are praying?" made me tell kor that I want to go home after 5 minutes sitting in the house~ Yeah, I dont like being an outgroup... a lot~ But after some time, there were some 'youngster' coming in and we had some small chat that definitely calmed me a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the meeting started with some singing~ when they are singing, memorise came back to me... about my god mother. She was a strong Catholic, active churh member, someone who spreaded Love around. I missed her badly since two days ago, and now, by accident, I am here, in a cell meeting. Is this what they call fate? or the calling? Did she make this happen? Did she do this to ease me? I nearly run out of the house when they were half way singing... But since my EQ was so HIGH~ I restrained myself from doing that~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting end with some group discussion and the last topic was about our parents~ then some silent moment for us to think about what our parents did for us and then there was this time when we were to think about what our parents did to us that hurt us and we are suppose to forgive them~ but yeah, eventhough there were conflicts between my parents and I, but I already forgot about those incident, then I felt worry and there was an urge to call my mum to ask for her forgiveness~ oh ya, I should call her now~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-4989474035582152844?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/4989474035582152844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=4989474035582152844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/4989474035582152844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/4989474035582152844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2007/06/gathering.html' title='Gathering...'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-4532779310334520633</id><published>2007-06-21T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T21:14:08.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss her...</title><content type='html'>On my way home from my workplace, I was doing my little accounting in my head, figuring how should I spend my second pay... first, have to bank in some money for my parents so that they can have some extra money to spend on themselves instead of their kids... Yeah, I am a lucky gal to have them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I thought of my God father, figuring the amount... then, She came to my mind~ yeah, I do not have to give my God mother any from my first pay~ that is definitely sad.... All I can give her is some flower, some candles and thats it~ But I do wish to buy her some cosmetic~ gosh, i miss her scent--rose scented talc~ I miss her cooking, her biscuits, her singing, her everything~~ I want to help her scoop tea spoons of pineapple jam on the flower shaped dough, I want to talk to her and stare greedily in the pot when she is cooking her well-known nasi baryani...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-4532779310334520633?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/4532779310334520633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=4532779310334520633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/4532779310334520633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/4532779310334520633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-miss-her.html' title='I miss her...'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-1522331546455547584</id><published>2007-06-17T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T22:25:40.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sales~~</title><content type='html'>Yeah~ I am working this weekend~~ WEEKEND~~~ both SATURDAY and SUNDAY!!! My big big big big boss had planned another syllabus for the younger kids so that WE can train the kids and let them get to know bigger vocab range, get use to socialization, in short, get to be smarter kids. And therefore, most mentors from each branch have to attend the weekend seminar and since in my branch, there are only 2 mentors currently, both of us are 'invited' to participate~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, lets not bored everyone with the SEMINAR+WORKSHOP~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12.30pm on Sunday, I called my cousin, happily told her that my seminar had end earlier, therefore we can have lunch together and then go KL town for her grandparents visiting and also SHOPPING~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had pizza for lunch since I had been craving for it since the first day of work as my kids had been doing a lesson on a pot luck dinner and some man in the story brought pizza~ Then, we picked up her sister and head of to kl town with an ice cream cake (father's day cake). We had some pork dumpling since its the fifth month of the Chinese calendar and lasly, we had the cake~ bear in mind that we just had a big meal in Pizza Hut and those dumplings are made of lutinous rice and yeah~ chocolate ice-cream cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HAD TO DO SOME EXERCISE!!! so, after sending her sister back home, we decided that we HAVE TO go KLCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we went to PArkson since I have some cash voucher~ and all we have there are Sisley, Benneton, edc, Dorothy Perkins, Liz etc. so I got myself 1 top from Benneton and 2 from Sisley while my cousin got 4 tops from Benneton... Saw this polka dots heels, nice fitting, nice color, and everything was perfect and yeah, its on 70% sale~~~ BUT... guess what? after discount, its RM275!!! With great disappointment, we went to Isetan~ gosh, there were lots of people, lots of bins, lots of sale signs, lots of clothes~ all we did was GRAB, GRAB, and GRAB, FIT, FIT, FIT, SMILE, SMILE AND SMILE... At the end of the day, we had 12 items, 5 for myself and gosh, 7 for my cousin~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back to our taman and had dinner in a mamak but we were so eager to get back home to have a look at our goodies so we ate really fast and tah dah~ we are home, showing my brother what we had bought, do the accounting, pay back money, and lastly, did not forget to destroy the evidence-- the receipt~ &lt;cousin,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: oh ya, the cashier missed one of the item, so we got it free~ and therefore, we came out with this conclusion... we should always buy more item and that kinda incident will happen more frequently...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-1522331546455547584?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/1522331546455547584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=1522331546455547584&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/1522331546455547584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/1522331546455547584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2007/06/sales.html' title='Sales~~'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-7015026710095060941</id><published>2007-06-05T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:43:04.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears~</title><content type='html'>"The Happy Prince's tears wet the swallow who is resting under the statue..." This week, one of my class is doing The Happy Prince and at the begining of the class, I will read parts of the story to them before they start their reading exercise. And today, I finished reading the story to them. In between the readings, I did some Q &amp; A as usual to make sure that they follow my reading instead of day dreaming~ But something strange happened today, the most responsive boy I have was so quiet... Then I found out that... his eyes were red~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I were preparing myself for this class by reading the story, I did cried and I nagged a lot to my colleague telling them that the story will make the kids sad~ but yeah, maybe thats one of the way to show them the real life~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned in the previous post, the classes had been configurate and eventhough I am having the same classes, some kids were promoted and some were going to the lower level class. I have this cute little boy in my class who might not be the smartest of all, but he is very participative. He is always absent on Monday because of his other tuition and today when he realise that he is to go to another class during the assembly, he got upset and he was asking WHY, WHY, and WHY~ Then when his class was going up the stairs, I was leading my class right behind him... Guess what he did??? he hide behind me and wanted to follow me to my class until I threaten him by saying that I will kiss him if he really likes me that much... ( 99.99% of cosmotots' kids are scared of kisses)... After class, I saw him again, so I brought him to the hall and he was telling me over and over that he had been in the last class when that is suppose to be a higher level class... Gosh~ I will definitely miss him lots~ can I smuggle him into my class???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I cannot imagine myself leaving my kids to the new chapter in Bukit Jalil~ hopefully I will get nice kids there~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-7015026710095060941?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/7015026710095060941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=7015026710095060941&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/7015026710095060941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/7015026710095060941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2007/06/tears.html' title='Tears~'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-6324204466556464447</id><published>2007-06-02T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T19:46:14.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday nite~</title><content type='html'>There's no clubbing, no shopping, no dining, no chatting, no laughing.... I am here alone, thinking about my performance at work. Ain't I good enough to proceed to another class? Are they much better than me? Will they prefer me to socialize more with my seniors and colleagues rather than having me trying my best to learn as much as possible so that I can perform better and independently? I cant wait until monday to walk into the AGM's office to ask all these questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really wish I have a shell to hide in all the time. I wish, I do not have to speak to other people besides my kids in class. Hopefully that day will come very soon when I do not have senior mentor who will inspect me in class~ I don;t really mind them inspecting my teaching through the CCTV... But can they leave me alone???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-6324204466556464447?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/6324204466556464447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=6324204466556464447&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/6324204466556464447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/6324204466556464447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2007/06/saturday-nite.html' title='Saturday nite~'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-3035037670067823583</id><published>2007-06-02T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T10:27:11.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.V.E lyrics</title><content type='html'>Artist: Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;Album: Call Me Irresponsible&lt;br /&gt;Title: L.O.V.E. [Bonus Track]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L is for the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;O is for the only one I see&lt;br /&gt;V is very, very extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;E is even more than anyone that you adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can love is all that I can give to you&lt;br /&gt;Love is more than just a game for two&lt;br /&gt;Two in love can make it&lt;br /&gt;Take my heart but please don't break it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love was made for me and you&lt;br /&gt;L is for the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;O is for the only one I see&lt;br /&gt;V is very, very extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;E is even more than anyone that you adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an love is all that I can give to you&lt;br /&gt;Love, love, love is more than just a game for two&lt;br /&gt;Two in love can make it&lt;br /&gt;Take my heart but please don't break it&lt;br /&gt;'Cause love was made for me and you&lt;br /&gt;I said love was made for me and you&lt;br /&gt;You know that love was made for me and you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-3035037670067823583?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/3035037670067823583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=3035037670067823583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/3035037670067823583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/3035037670067823583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-lyrics.html' title='L.O.V.E lyrics'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-4478279128657139745</id><published>2007-06-02T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T10:06:30.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids~</title><content type='html'>I'd mentioned about those cute and nice kids but... yeah~ of coz there are irritating and annoying kids as well~ in my class of 5, there is this boy who could never focus. after lots of talking and debating with him, normally I will get 5 minutes (or less) of attention, and then he will go back to his lion mask and paper made crawl which I had threaten to keep it from him N times, and finally had to keep them until the end of the class. To be fair, He does has some cute moment. And after 2 weeks of taking the class on my own, I had started to befriend him and gain some respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there is this time when my class will combine with another mentor's class which also consist of 5 kids. Among them, there is this smart kid who showed no interest in the lesson but never mind sharing his idea and experience. The point is~ When they get together during combine class, they will start talking, quarelling and finally fighting. I tried seating them far apart but they still manage to quarel a lot and interupt everyone in the class. I spent time talking to the other mentor and decided that maybe we should just seat them together and let them fight and talk in the back of the class instead of interupting the whole class.... This is the time when I can never control 'I' no matter how well I had communicate with him before the two of them meet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Friday, we had this meeting where mentors are assign to classes for the new month. And guess what? since those 2 classes are so small, they are combined and I am the lucky 1 to have them. 2 hyperactive kids, 3 who will never speak up and need lots of prompting, and 1 who always tend to drift out of the topic during discussion and guess what? in the 2 hour class, more than 1 hour is used as discussion and conversation~ and I had seen him in class a few times, it will be very challenging to guide him in the same time when I need to control the 2 and hype up the other 3. Thank GOd I am blessed with the other 4 regular kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment when I get the student list, I felt my shoulder dropping and my eyes watery, but being an adult, I was able to control myself in the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there is this other meeting for USJ mentors. (I have class in DU in the morning and USJ in the afternoon, therefore I need to rush for USJ meeting in another room before I get all the information for preparation for DU classes.) In USJ, I have this 2 hyperactive kids who admited that they never want to be good boys therefore I had difficulty communicating with them~ But, they are quite good in reading and expressing themselves therefore I thought they will be promote to the other class instead of continue being in my class~ but guess what? THEY ARE STILL IN MY CLASS!!!!! I was damn stress to see that list and when my seniors are discussing some other stuff with me, I blurt out that I have "I" and "JZ" in the same class and finally burst into tears. Being like a big family, every mentor, DU or USJ knows most of the kids from both branches. And they started telling me what should I do.... I am glad to hear that I can throw them out of my class if the situation gets too bad~ But still, I cant use that threat all the time right? So shitty~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: thanks to my new 'gor' who accompanied me for dinner.... Now I know I have someone to turn at time like this~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-4478279128657139745?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/4478279128657139745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=4478279128657139745&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/4478279128657139745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/4478279128657139745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2007/06/kids.html' title='Kids~'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-5524391319303878335</id><published>2007-05-28T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T21:52:53.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekends~</title><content type='html'>Ever since I started working, weekdays seems pass very fast and weekends are more enjoyable~ for the pass few weekends, I spent time with my cousin, coll frens and most of the time we ended up in malls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last weekend, I planned sth different, I was thinking of spending my saturday at home, rest and relax... So, on saturday morning, after waking up at 7am again, I laze on my bed till 9+, watched tv, chatted with cousin, and by 2pm, I became bored... called my bro and gratefully, he filled up my time~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to OUG to get his hair dyed and being a 60% shopaholic, I bought myself a scalp treatment. Then, we went to this DAP fund rasing dinner. That was my first time attending political function and it certainly was 'interesting' with people shouting to the mic and us sitting very near to the speaker. From the second we get out of the car until the time that we enter the car, there wasnt a slot when there are no speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a well-planned day, had breakfast with bro and her mum and I chatted with the mum about astro senior-singing contest that she went all the way to Genting Highland to watch and me watching the repeat on astro. Then, we headed to The Curve and since its still early, we went to the flee market~ bought nth since I am officially broke~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was interesting~ never had a meal with so many leng zhai before, but since I am one of the out group, I was quite quiet~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6.30, jase, eric, sotong zhai, zach, bro and me went for Pirates in Cineleisure and happy to say that they have nice seats and I nearly fell asleep~ The movie was ok for me since I set low standard for movies and as usual, I cried~ After that, we had KFC... and the new set plate with rice is really disappointing. After everything, I sent bro back to his 'kampung'~ being an independent young lady, I was not scare nor worry eventhough I need to drive back alone in the darK~ the trick is, dun look at the mirrors when u know that there are not headlights from the back~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-5524391319303878335?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/5524391319303878335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=5524391319303878335&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/5524391319303878335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/5524391319303878335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-weekends.html' title='My weekends~'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-7440350174421280662</id><published>2007-05-27T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T10:27:23.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.V.E</title><content type='html'>林稷安&amp;程于伦-我一直都在&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;遥望着你背影&lt;br /&gt;有孤单太苍白&lt;br /&gt;我多么想陪着你&lt;br /&gt;走过人山人海&lt;br /&gt;当天空变灰白&lt;br /&gt;你的忧伤澎湃&lt;br /&gt;我多么想走进你&lt;br /&gt;紧锁的心海&lt;br /&gt;我一直都在你身后等待&lt;br /&gt;等你有一天回过头看我&lt;br /&gt;我的笑送给你希望你快乐&lt;br /&gt;你的难过都给我&lt;br /&gt;关于你的一切我都&lt;br /&gt;好好收藏着&lt;br /&gt;我一直都在你身后等待&lt;br /&gt;等你有一天能感觉到我&lt;br /&gt;就算我在你世界&lt;br /&gt;渺小像一颗尘埃&lt;br /&gt;我也会给你我所有的光和热&lt;br /&gt;林稷安&amp;程于伦-我一直都在&lt;br /&gt;当天空变灰白&lt;br /&gt;你的忧伤澎湃&lt;br /&gt;我多么想走进你&lt;br /&gt;紧锁的心海&lt;br /&gt;我一直都在你身后等待&lt;br /&gt;等你有一天回过头看我&lt;br /&gt;我的笑送给你希望你快乐&lt;br /&gt;你的难过都给我&lt;br /&gt;关于你的一切我都&lt;br /&gt;好好收藏着&lt;br /&gt;我一直都在你身后等待&lt;br /&gt;等你有一天能感觉到我&lt;br /&gt;就算我在你世界&lt;br /&gt;渺小像一颗尘埃&lt;br /&gt;我也会给你我所有的光和热&lt;br /&gt;我鼓起勇气呐喊&lt;br /&gt;你要听得见&lt;br /&gt;我不许你再孤单&lt;br /&gt;要你拥抱我给的温暖&lt;br /&gt;我一直都在你身后等待&lt;br /&gt;等你有一天回过头看我&lt;br /&gt;我的笑送给你希望你快乐&lt;br /&gt;你的难过都给我&lt;br /&gt;关于你的一切我都&lt;br /&gt;好好收藏着&lt;br /&gt;我一直都在你身后等待&lt;br /&gt;等你有一天能感觉到我&lt;br /&gt;就算我在你世界&lt;br /&gt;渺小像一颗尘埃&lt;br /&gt;我也会给你我所有的光和热&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While listening to this song, old memories came back to me~ The first guy that I liked and dint mind spending my time and effort helping with his assignment and work, My first BF who I had for only 2 months after great effort of getting him from another girl and feeling guilty till today for being a bf snatcher, and my second bf who I felt safe with but not passionated. And the weird guy who claimed that I am someone who prefer to love my other half more than he love me to having someone who will love me with his whole heart but I do not love. We've only know each other for less than 3 months and contacted each other less than 5 times, I always label him as a playboy who only know sweet talk but do not really know what is deep in a gals thought and yet he said something so true~&lt;br /&gt;I want to sing the song above to someone, but that person does not exist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tank-专属天使（片尾曲）&lt;br /&gt;好音乐尽在搜听：www.souting.com&lt;br /&gt;我不会怪你对我的伪装&lt;br /&gt;天使在人间是该藏好翅膀&lt;br /&gt;人们愚蠢鲁莽而你纤细善良&lt;br /&gt;怎能让你为了我被碰伤&lt;br /&gt;小小的手掌厚厚的温暖&lt;br /&gt;你总能平复我不安的夜晚&lt;br /&gt;不敢想的梦想透过你的眼光&lt;br /&gt;我才看见它原来在前方&lt;br /&gt;没有谁能把你抢离我身旁&lt;br /&gt;你是我的专属天使&lt;br /&gt;唯我能独占&lt;br /&gt;没有谁能取代你在我心上&lt;br /&gt;拥有一个专属天使&lt;br /&gt;我哪里还需要别的愿望&lt;br /&gt;Tank-专属天使（片尾曲）&lt;br /&gt;小小的手掌大大的力量&lt;br /&gt;我一定也会像你一样飞翔&lt;br /&gt;你想去的地方就是我的方向&lt;br /&gt;有我保护笑容尽管灿烂&lt;br /&gt;没有谁能把你抢离我身旁&lt;br /&gt;你是我的专属天使&lt;br /&gt;唯我能独占&lt;br /&gt;没有谁能取代你在我心上&lt;br /&gt;拥有一个专属天使&lt;br /&gt;我哪里还需要别的愿望&lt;br /&gt;wo要不是你出现&lt;br /&gt;我一定还在沉睡&lt;br /&gt;oh绝望的以为生命只有黑夜&lt;br /&gt;没有谁能把你抢离我身旁&lt;br /&gt;你是我的专属天使&lt;br /&gt;唯我能独占&lt;br /&gt;没有谁能取代你在我心上&lt;br /&gt;拥有一个专属天使&lt;br /&gt;我哪里还需要别的愿望&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know someone who cry after listening to this song, and since the song is out, almost all of my friend who listen to mandarin songs recommended this song to me and they said its very touchy... after listening to it, I did feel like crying, but not because its touchy, not because I feel sad for the lyrics, but... I feel sad that I cant really feel the sadness in it. Maybe its a good thing that I do not have to worry about having the one I love being snatched, but the fact is, I do not have someone to be snatched from me that will make me weep or go crazy~ my first crush had a gf but I felt nothing that time eventhough I thought I really LOVE him. My second bf got another gf after I broke up with him, I felt sad for losing a companion and that lasted for only 2 days. I had not sorrow when my first ex bf said that he wants to get a new gf a few weeks ago, and I felt nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somtimes, I rather wish that I am deep in love with someone who hates me than having thinking myself as someone who do not have LOVE in me~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-7440350174421280662?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/7440350174421280662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=7440350174421280662&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/7440350174421280662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/7440350174421280662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2007/05/love.html' title='L.O.V.E'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-849562354617943036</id><published>2007-05-27T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T09:59:36.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My current life~</title><content type='html'>There's sth wrong with my computer that I could not get online~ sigh~ another reformat to go... Life have been so different, I used to be someone who is always in front of my lap top, blogging, reading other's blog, check friendster, check mail and chat with my friends. Now that I am working from 8.45am -6.30pm, all I do when I get home everyday will be, shower, have dinner, set alarm clock, and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Time flies, I'd been working for 3 weeks already~ thinking back, the time when I was preparing for my exam, then, I had my exam, 2 weeks back in Batu Pahat, the first day of work, the first weekend when I finally broke down and cried in the phone, the second week of wok when I already got use to my job, and now when I realise that all I've learnt at work is far less than what I learnt in college, I feel sorry for myself. The politics, the management and the way the job is to be done is quite a disappointment. Eventhough I am someone who is really lazy and afraid of changing my life, I've made up my mind that I will only work there for a year, the most.&lt;br /&gt;For those who feel sorry for me or worry about my current life, stop worrying, there are still something I enjoy doing at work, that is, to have fun with the kids. They are so cute that I sometimes wish that they are my own kids... I have:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.W. -- who is so cute and farnie, especially when he came to me on Tuesday saying "Auntie Kai Ting, what happen to Hansel and Gretel at the end of the story? (I told them part 1 of the story on Friday and continued on Monday but he was absent due to flu.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.C. -- who told D.W. the story but with everything messed up and he made his effort to finish the story even when he has difficulty in expressing himself~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.X &amp; J.X. -- the family friends who treat each other as bf and gf, they are so cute playing together and became upset when I seat them apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.W. -- who is always stressed by peer pressure~ I am really happy to see his improvement in socializing instead of the J.W. that I had on the third day of work when he was so stressed up when he could not remember the story and start banging his head on the table. (my heart ache so badly when I saw that and I nearly cry as I was really stressed at that time too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H.K. -- who is only 5 years plus when everyone else in the class are 7 years old. blur and slow but making effort trying his best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh~ they are all so cute and the other kids who can be really naughty and playful or quiet and not participative, if it isnt the management, I guess I'll enjoy the job even more~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-849562354617943036?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/849562354617943036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=849562354617943036&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/849562354617943036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/849562354617943036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-current-life.html' title='My current life~'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-5907502936910438818</id><published>2007-05-21T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T22:21:43.555+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>My last allowance~</title><content type='html'>Since the day I came to KL to study, I had been living on my monthly allowance of RM_00, some says that is it too little but for me, it is just nice. Enough for my food, petrol, textbooks, body care and shopping.&lt;br /&gt;This is most probably the last month that I receive my monthly allowance from my parents since I am already working. Eventhough my pay isnt really high, but at least, I should start my saving and contribution to this house that I am living in.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I dont think I am able to survive until the last day of this month without asking for more~ I think I've spent too much on my retail therapy last week.... HELP!!! Cant wait until my first pay come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-5907502936910438818?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/5907502936910438818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=5907502936910438818&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/5907502936910438818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/5907502936910438818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-last-allowance.html' title='My last allowance~'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-7567638650878770716</id><published>2007-05-20T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T23:16:07.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New life~</title><content type='html'>Since the first week of work, I had not contact any of my friend back in BP, especially Cia and Nee~ Sometimes, when I pick up the phone, I thought, call, then? call, so? call, we will not be meeting up any sooner anyway~ then, I put down the phone.&lt;br /&gt;      Frankly speaking, I miss my hometown, my friends, my college, and family. But I do not feel like making any effort visiting any of them. All I want to do is to get use to my new life, new job, and new friends, maybe I should use a couple of months to settle with all these first, then I'll be able to make a visit home in peace.&lt;br /&gt;     OMG, I am really having my new life... New clothes, new number, new blog, new e mail address, new car, new home, NEW LIFE~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-7567638650878770716?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/7567638650878770716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=7567638650878770716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/7567638650878770716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/7567638650878770716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-life.html' title='New life~'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-8042030169559432369</id><published>2007-05-20T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T01:31:16.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second week of work~</title><content type='html'>I've been working for 2 weeks, the first week was like hell but now, I am more used to it already. So, less shopping this weekend, or else, I will be stress by not having enough money for survival at the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;     Oh ya, I did not post anything for this whole week is not because I am lazy or I do not have any time for myself... Its just that... I forgot my password and google was sort of down that I could not check or reset my password...&lt;br /&gt;     OH NO~~~ I couldn't think of anything to write~ I should sleep~ nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-8042030169559432369?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/8042030169559432369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=8042030169559432369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/8042030169559432369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/8042030169559432369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2007/05/second-week-of-work.html' title='Second week of work~'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-1961025942955581369</id><published>2007-05-13T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T18:59:24.384+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>A nice weekend~</title><content type='html'>This is the best weekend I had since.... long long long long time ago~ since I was really stressed out for the week, the retail therapy is really doing its job~ Lets start with saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin was too tired to go yoga, so we went out early to have breakfast, Pan mee!! yum yum~ then, we send her sis to work, and then her friends' new restaurant, it was really nice with chinese theme and cheaper-than-other-hong-kong-restaurant food. Then, lunch with YL, Ashley, and YY at Chatterbox @ Bangsar Village. then..... Shopping!!! we went out of Bangsar Village II and there it was, Jln Telawi II, I went to shops that I never know Big Black Book, Mooie, Cat Whiskers, etc. bought 2 tops and they are really some bargain~ I had never get anything that worth it b4. I always think that those boutique in Bangsar must be charging extra, but, obviously, I am wrong. Then, I went to MV with cousin, had dinner, then went home, watch DVD with my cousin. It was quite a weird show named 'stranger than fiction'... interesting~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Its Sunday, Had breakfast with cousin--- Mamak Food, Yum Yum~ then I brought my cousin to Telawi II since I promised her to bring her after she saw my buying the day before. tah dah~ I bought one more top from this shop named 'oppsie daisie' and it was really nice~ Then, another top from Island shop @ Bangsar Village II~ Oh no, I will be so broke after this week if I still continue buying like this~ The interesting part of my weekend stop here, after that, I was busy cleaning the house and now, my back ache like hell~ I need a nice spa treat~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-1961025942955581369?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/1961025942955581369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=1961025942955581369&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/1961025942955581369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/1961025942955581369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2007/05/nice-weekend.html' title='A nice weekend~'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260876052292562019.post-9001695072061691131</id><published>2007-05-12T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T01:15:34.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THe first entry of my second BLOG~</title><content type='html'>I had an older blog &lt;a href="http://jannkt.spaces.live.com/"&gt;http://jannkt.spaces.live.com/&lt;/a&gt; , but since my friends were complaining that they could not leave me comments just because they are not registered as myspace's user I created THIS. In the other hand, there are some people who prohibit people other than blogspot users from leaving comments in their blog just to prevent ads from flooding their comment box, so I got no choice but register myself as blogspot user... heez~ I am thinking really hard whether I should ignore myspace at all and start investing in this~&lt;br /&gt;See, this is what happen when people put friends ahead of them~~~ my friend who roar, be grateful that u have me as ur friend ya.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/260876052292562019-9001695072061691131?l=kaiting1501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/feeds/9001695072061691131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=260876052292562019&amp;postID=9001695072061691131&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/9001695072061691131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/260876052292562019/posts/default/9001695072061691131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaiting1501.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-entry-of-my-second-blog.html' title='THe first entry of my second BLOG~'/><author><name>Jan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14977707976673951403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
