<?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-7320876</id><updated>2012-02-09T23:31:17.846+08:00</updated><category term='2009'/><category term='bath'/><category term='lush'/><category term='Happy'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='Jet Pack'/><category term='insane'/><category term='baking'/><category term='revamp'/><category term='oppotunities'/><category term='new'/><category term='macaron'/><category term='breakup'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='love'/><category term='work'/><title type='text'>Just Jas</title><subtitle type='html'>Discovering what life is like on the adventurous side of 30</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>192</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-8268871370846519127</id><published>2012-02-09T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T23:31:17.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth</title><summary type='text'>I wrote something today.



I wrote something wicked. 



I wrote something.. true. 



But I'm afraid of what the payment for that Truth will be.



You! You were but the briefest flicker in my life,



But a spark that flared bright. 



Irresistably bright.



You've inspired me to write again; did you know?



But right now, I'm not sure that is the best of things. 



How can it be that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/8268871370846519127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2012/02/true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/8268871370846519127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/8268871370846519127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2012/02/true.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-8299706678130132854</id><published>2011-12-14T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T22:27:51.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Should Date a Girl Who Reads</title><summary type='text'>by Rosemarie Urquico






“You should date a girl who reads.

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/8299706678130132854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-should-date-girl-who-reads_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/8299706678130132854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/8299706678130132854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-should-date-girl-who-reads_14.html' title='You Should Date a Girl Who Reads'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kZbzDz-86UQ/Tuiqekk7dFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/vyEVVOWSZtY/s72-c/Girl+Under+Tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-5109422802454777529</id><published>2011-10-05T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T00:42:10.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne, oh Melbourne</title><summary type='text'>Today, I find myself back in Melbourne. It was just shy of two full years ago that I was last here - for Doggy's wedding, for my first visit to Melbourne, for my first time in Australia, ever.

We, my Darling and I, spent 6 whole days in Melbourne, exploring her (well, minus 1.5 days in the  suburbs for wedding stuff). It was meant to be summer, but it was a cool summer that year, methinks, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/5109422802454777529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2011/10/melbourne-oh-melbourne.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/5109422802454777529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/5109422802454777529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2011/10/melbourne-oh-melbourne.html' title='Melbourne, oh Melbourne'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-3471775345456404739</id><published>2010-09-05T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T18:03:28.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Things That Go Boo in the Night</title><summary type='text'>Of late, the urge to write in the wee hours of the night has returned. Over the last few nights, the urge has been quite insistent; I must comply. 

Resistance is futile.

The quiet nights have not been good to me recently. It doesn't help that I am a late sleeper, most awake and lucid in the hours surrounding midnight; a legacy inherited from my father. Too many thoughts I'd rather not have come</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/3471775345456404739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2010/09/of-things-that-go-boo-in-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/3471775345456404739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/3471775345456404739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2010/09/of-things-that-go-boo-in-night.html' title='Of Things That Go Boo in the Night'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-5867320692982807317</id><published>2009-11-23T19:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:42:27.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Best Just Isn't Good Enough</title><summary type='text'>There are times when you feel like such a complete incompetent, and it doesn't matter that people tell you it's okay, because the job was just way over your head anyway, so you shouldn't feel bad about it.Well, it doesn't feel okay. It makes you feel such a failure when other people have to be called in to help you do what you were supposed to do. It makes you wonder if you know what the hell </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/5867320692982807317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-best-just-isnt-good-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/5867320692982807317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/5867320692982807317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-best-just-isnt-good-enough.html' title='When Best Just Isn&apos;t Good Enough'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-8650344615421730979</id><published>2009-09-05T02:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T03:15:35.450+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Feeling LUSH-ious!</title><summary type='text'>Have I mentioned my love affair with LUSH? Look at what the BFF brought back for meeeeeeee!!!*swoon*The booty:Fever Massage BarHerbalism Facial CleanserHeavenly Bodies ButtercreamFlying Fox Shower GelRub Rub Shower ScrubMask of MagnamintyShimmy Shimmy Sparkle Massage BarFree Toner SamplersGuess who jumped straight into a LUSH-ious shower, nevermind that it was 2am? Bliss!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/8650344615421730979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2009/09/feeling-lush-ious.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/8650344615421730979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/8650344615421730979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2009/09/feeling-lush-ious.html' title='Feeling LUSH-ious!'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/SqFljqKgYSI/AAAAAAAAADM/BsSYhyuiDyk/s72-c/IMG00339.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-8446062189302011405</id><published>2009-09-02T15:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:34:39.730+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Contentment</title><summary type='text'>Contentment is having to be at work up to 10 hours a day, but being happy to hear your boss' voice because it's just soooo mellifluous: rich, smooth and comforting, like the creamiest peanut butter on Earth.Mmmmmmm....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/8446062189302011405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2009/09/contentment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/8446062189302011405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/8446062189302011405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2009/09/contentment.html' title='Contentment'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/Sp4f74AtCUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qUXbI3XP6tc/s72-c/peanutbutter_0805.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-4138911941947209089</id><published>2009-06-10T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T22:08:20.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hyenas Laugh</title><summary type='text'>What more are we than meat
And skeletons 
Rattling our way 
Through this existence?

Aimless.
Empty.  
Meaningless. 

All of it
Meaningless.

In the distance, hyenas laugh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/4138911941947209089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2009/09/hyenas-laugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/4138911941947209089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/4138911941947209089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2009/09/hyenas-laugh.html' title='The Hyenas Laugh'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-1518862507125646643</id><published>2009-03-23T11:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:39:05.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Back to Me</title><summary type='text'>David Cook is fast becoming my favourite new act, nevermind I have no idea what he looks like.-----------------You say you gotta go and find yourselfYou say that you're becoming someone elseDon't recognize the face in the mirror looking back at youYou say you're leaving as you look awayI know there's really nothing left to sayJust know I'm here whenever you need me, I will wait for youSo I'll let</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/1518862507125646643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2009/03/come-back-to-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/1518862507125646643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/1518862507125646643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2009/03/come-back-to-me.html' title='Come Back to Me'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-116784685094760275</id><published>2009-03-17T13:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:16:09.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For You</title><summary type='text'>Trawling through old drafts I found this, dated 04 January 2007.So much has happened since. So much has changed, and yet, some things never will.-------------I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topazor arrow of carnations that propagate fire:I love you as certain dark things are loved,secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/116784685094760275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2007/01/for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/116784685094760275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/116784685094760275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2007/01/for-you.html' title='For You'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-5237019317216444164</id><published>2009-03-06T15:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T17:59:07.809+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macaron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Vanilla Bean Macarons!</title><summary type='text'>I did it! I made macarons! No, better yet, I successfully made macarons!! That dainty, elusive, skirted delight. That flighty madame of pastries, fickle validation a pâtissier's skill.....Today, I is Queen of the World.Unfortunately, the pics of the sandwiched ones didn't come out too nice. Still! I did it!Note to self: Must get a better camera... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/5237019317216444164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2009/03/vanilla-bean-macarons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/5237019317216444164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/5237019317216444164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2009/03/vanilla-bean-macarons.html' title='Vanilla Bean Macarons!'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/SbDvuV1oSDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eRDfVmSjsNU/s72-c/iPhone+Pics+136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-2145510346135121526</id><published>2009-02-05T11:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T11:39:39.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, you need to fall really hard to realize that you used to have it good.Sometimes, you need to go through a lot of shit experiences to know what it was you really took for granted.And some day, you might just realize what a huge mistake you made.Or maybe you never will. Either ways, good luck.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/2145510346135121526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/2145510346135121526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/2145510346135121526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-6247175820973537775</id><published>2009-02-03T08:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:11:48.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Glycerine</title><summary type='text'>by BushIt must be your skin I'm sinking inMust be for real 'cause now I can feelAnd I didn't mind, it's not my kindIt's not my time to wonder whyEvery thing's gone white and every thing's grayNow you're here, now you're awayI don't want this, remember thatI'll never forget where you're atDon't let the days go by, Glycerine, GlycerineI'm never alone, I'm alone all the timeAre you at one or do you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/6247175820973537775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2009/02/glycerine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/6247175820973537775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/6247175820973537775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2009/02/glycerine.html' title='Glycerine'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-6879746574541961648</id><published>2009-01-29T09:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:15:51.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Moving On</title><summary type='text'>Hi Xxx,I woke up this morning missing him very much. In a lot of ways I want things to go back to the way it was but I know that will never happen because it wouldn't be the right thing to do.I thought that we could pick up immediately where we left off being friends... it will be good to enjoy his companionship and have someone to joke with who completely understands my sense of humour... but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/6879746574541961648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2009/01/moving-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/6879746574541961648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/6879746574541961648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2009/01/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-4749238372256245224</id><published>2009-01-23T04:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T04:12:53.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Endings</title><summary type='text'>Who would've thought the beginning of the year would bring an ending for me? I am sad. So sad. I need to talk about it to someone or I will explode. Unfortunately, the only person I want to talk to, the only person who has always been there is exactly the one person I can no longer call. Not anymore, not for the far forseeable future. I haven't felt this lonely in years. How do you wish for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/4749238372256245224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2009/01/early-endings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/4749238372256245224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/4749238372256245224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2009/01/early-endings.html' title='Early Endings'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-3915811532973646966</id><published>2009-01-22T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T16:16:52.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bwaaaaaaaa!!!</title><summary type='text'>I've never in my career ever had this much work to do! .. yet, strangely, I've never been this non-stressed about it either. So something must be going right. :O)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/3915811532973646966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2009/01/bwaaaaaaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/3915811532973646966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/3915811532973646966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2009/01/bwaaaaaaaa.html' title='Bwaaaaaaaa!!!'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-4074859092743918003</id><published>2009-01-12T17:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:12:43.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oppotunities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Jauh dan Dekat</title><summary type='text'>I've started a new life, almost a country away.New apartment, new town, new job, new industry.It's amazing how the further you go from what is familiar, the more familiar you become about you.Being alone does have its advantages.. or maybe I'm just turning into a hermit-crone.Lol!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/4074859092743918003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-started-new-life-almost-country.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/4074859092743918003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/4074859092743918003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-started-new-life-almost-country.html' title='Jauh dan Dekat'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-2551262663683769670</id><published>2009-01-12T17:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:57:07.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><summary type='text'>A lot has happened, I don't know when it did.Friends with new babies, friends with more than one baby (!), friends getting married and friends moving away. Friends loved, and friends lost.Since I last wrote, I've quit my job, started a new one, quit that one and finally settled in at yet another one. This one looks good, and hopefully it'll last a few years.I'm starting afresh: a new layout for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/2551262663683769670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/2551262663683769670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/2551262663683769670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-6803580241786302275</id><published>2009-01-12T17:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:31:57.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revamp'/><title type='text'>Time for Change</title><summary type='text'>I suppose with the New Year and all, a change is most apt.*Watch this space!*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/6803580241786302275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-for-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/6803580241786302275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/6803580241786302275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-for-change.html' title='Time for Change'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-5428434216236509269</id><published>2009-01-10T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T22:27:25.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shamus, my Shamus!</title><summary type='text'>I have a new cat. Its name is Shamus. I love my new cat very much. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/5428434216236509269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2009/01/shamus-my-shamus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/5428434216236509269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/5428434216236509269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2009/01/shamus-my-shamus.html' title='Shamus, my Shamus!'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-8075109142585349477</id><published>2007-04-02T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T00:25:45.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Post a Week</title><summary type='text'>Looks like I've gotten back into the habit. Yay me?;O)What Kind of Reader Are You? Your Result: Dedicated Reader You are always trying to find the time to get back to your book. You are convinced that the world would be a much better place if only everyone read more.Obsessive-Compulsive Bookworm Literate Good Citizen Book Snob Fad Reader Non-Reader What Kind of Reader Are You?Create Your Own Quiz</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/8075109142585349477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-post-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/8075109142585349477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/8075109142585349477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-post-week.html' title='One Post a Week'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-8892131536692153967</id><published>2007-03-28T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T22:13:23.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jet Pack'/><title type='text'>Tis the Season for Travelling</title><summary type='text'>And Lo! the Powers-that-Be hath declared:~2007 will be The Year for Travelling!Tra-la-la-la-la-la!!Apr ~ May : Hong KongJul ~ Aug : BritainSo, apart from DisneyLand and the Wedgewood factory, does anyone have recommendations?;O)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/8892131536692153967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2007/03/tis-season-for-travelling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/8892131536692153967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/8892131536692153967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2007/03/tis-season-for-travelling.html' title='Tis the Season for Travelling'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-810206797490584979</id><published>2007-03-26T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T21:50:21.187+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Starlight</title><summary type='text'>Far away, the ship has taken me far away Far away from the memories Of the people who care if I live or die A starlight I will be chasing a starlight Until the end of my life I don't know if it's worth it anymore Hold you in my arms I just wanted to hold You in my arms My life You electrify my life Let's conspire to re-ignite All the souls that would die just to feel alive I'll never let you go </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/810206797490584979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2007/03/starlight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/810206797490584979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/810206797490584979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2007/03/starlight.html' title='Starlight'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-7447760987211498956</id><published>2007-02-24T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T23:48:34.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Days</title><summary type='text'>... when I'm awfully low,and the world is cold...... the only thing it takes to make things right again is... Chocolate.Mmmmmmm.....;O)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/7447760987211498956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2007/02/some-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/7447760987211498956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/7447760987211498956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2007/02/some-days.html' title='Some Days'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-116912402749775105</id><published>2007-01-18T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T20:40:27.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olive Juice</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes....Sometimes I wish things could be different.Olive juice.&lt;:'O(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/116912402749775105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2007/01/olive-juice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/116912402749775105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/116912402749775105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2007/01/olive-juice.html' title='Olive Juice'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-116784650357661050</id><published>2007-01-04T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T01:48:23.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tak Boley Tidur...</title><summary type='text'>Can't sleep. :OpAm currently on a two-week break, with 1.5 weeks remaining. Aaaaaah, I'd forgotten what it was to be a Lady of Leisure. Jangan marah....;ODNeed a holiday. I need to be somewhere new, to feel, to see something new, to breathe a different air. Things have been very mundane of late, very monotonous, very ... ordinary. I'm a person who loves order and control, yet I bore easily. Go </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/116784650357661050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2007/01/tak-boley-tidur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/116784650357661050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/116784650357661050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2007/01/tak-boley-tidur.html' title='Tak Boley Tidur...'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-116782290007124982</id><published>2007-01-03T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T19:15:00.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oi! 2007!</title><summary type='text'>Sigh.. what a huge relief. 2006 has been... tumultuous, at best. O_oResolutions are for the determined. I more often than not have all the determination of a ... something with very little determination.:OpHappy New Year, everyone. May 2007 bring you new opportunities, new good experiences and a lot of joy. Salut.xoxoxo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/116782290007124982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2007/01/oi-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/116782290007124982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/116782290007124982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2007/01/oi-2007.html' title='Oi! 2007!'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-115962819699166184</id><published>2006-09-30T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T22:56:37.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Shorty - It's Your Birthday..</title><summary type='text'>It's my birthday today. I am 26.The Partner gave me what is, without a doubt, the bestest, most thoughtful, most loving gift I have ever received- a Johnny Rzeznik-autographed Goo Goo Dolls single. I am not ashamed to say I wept from being so overwhelmed.He spent weeks finding it, tracking it, and stayed up til 3am to ensure his was the final bid for it.He also gave me a 5-speed electric mixer. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/115962819699166184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/09/go-shorty-its-your-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/115962819699166184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/115962819699166184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/09/go-shorty-its-your-birthday.html' title='Go Shorty - It&apos;s Your Birthday..'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-115721846267119945</id><published>2006-09-03T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T04:29:40.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><summary type='text'>It's been awhile since I first saw you,It's been awhile since I could stand on my own two feet again,And it's been awhile since I could call you..Staind ~ It's Been A WhileThe hottest thing on the charts nowadays is Paris Hilton's confused new reggae single. Current new music is so crap, it makes me want to weep. KT Tunstall is probably the best thing at the mo.Freedom of Opinion is morphing into</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/115721846267119945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/09/mia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/115721846267119945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/115721846267119945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/09/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-115072304219220601</id><published>2006-06-19T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T21:17:22.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These Are A Few of My Favourite Things</title><summary type='text'>Assam LaksaChar Koay TeowRojak BuahAnchovy PizzaBalsamic VinegarSour OrangesHoney Mustard DressingRoast DuckFoie GrasAsparagusPumpkinSweet PineapplesLay's Salt &amp; Vinegar CrispsOver-ripe PersimmonsAmpang Yong Tau FooCreamy Mushroom SoupMushroomsCherry Ice-CreamMcVitie's Jaffa CakesChocolate &amp; Vanilla Chupa ChupsSotong TepungChewy Keropok LekorO'chienLemon ChickenBananas Dipped in Gooey Melted Dark</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/115072304219220601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/06/these-are-few-of-my-favourite-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/115072304219220601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/115072304219220601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/06/these-are-few-of-my-favourite-things.html' title='These Are A Few of My Favourite Things'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-114942782190549683</id><published>2006-06-04T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T21:30:21.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand Libra</title><summary type='text'>Hey all. A friend just started a site on Introduction to Branding. I'd appreciate it if you would pop by and have a look. Also, does anyone happen to work in a consultancy firm that pays bucket-loads and is currently looking for good talent (more specifically, me), please let me know. &gt;Op</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/114942782190549683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/06/brand-libra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/114942782190549683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/114942782190549683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/06/brand-libra.html' title='Brand Libra'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-114856118847210398</id><published>2006-05-25T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T00:40:00.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food For Thought</title><summary type='text'>Now, I typically don't like reading  theSun. I think it is a pile of sensationalist toss trying to pass itself off as "hard hitting journalism" (hur hur) and that it is only one small step up from The Malay Mail. Everytime I read it, I feel like hurling it across the room and the only reason I faithfully pick one up everyday from outside the cafeteria is because I can get kitty litter-box lining </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/114856118847210398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/05/food-for-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/114856118847210398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/114856118847210398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/05/food-for-thought.html' title='Food For Thought'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-114839680999617385</id><published>2006-05-23T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T23:06:50.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rampant Stupidity</title><summary type='text'>Look at what I got in the company mail today (complete with smart-ass remarks!):-~@~1) Penaklukan Baitulmuqaddis.Dari Auf b. Malik r.a. katanya,Rasulullah s.a.w telah bersabda: "Aku menghitung 6 perkara menjelang hari kiamat." Baginda menyebutkan salah 1 diantaranya, iaitu penaklukan Baitulmuqaddis." - Sahih Bukhari~ dah jadi dah...2) Zina bermaharajalela."Dan tinggallah manusia2 yang buruk, yang</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/114839680999617385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/05/rampant-stupidity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/114839680999617385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/114839680999617385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/05/rampant-stupidity.html' title='Rampant Stupidity'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-114649558702684204</id><published>2006-05-01T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T21:42:36.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Literary Week</title><summary type='text'>Well, for me, anyway.I got greedy over the weekend and got a glut of books to pig out on for the next week. And I didn't even go to the Times Warehouse sale. :Op1. One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez2. Freakonomics by Steven Levitt3. The Secret History by Donna Tartt4. The Art of Travel by Alain de Botton5. Crystal Singer by Anne McCaffrey6. All the Weyrs of Pern by Anne </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/114649558702684204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/05/literary-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/114649558702684204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/114649558702684204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/05/literary-week.html' title='Literary Week'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-114528321534310197</id><published>2006-04-17T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T22:13:35.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Newest Love</title><summary type='text'>Have I told you about Max?I was upset one Friday, and instead of just reading at the office for the looong Friday lunch, I decided to head to town with no better reason than to buy jelly ice-cream at KFC. I had just gotten my ice-cream and was walking back to my car when I turned the corner and found her.She was more than half-dead when I found her sprawled by a post on the five-foot way with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/114528321534310197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-newest-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/114528321534310197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/114528321534310197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-newest-love.html' title='My Newest Love'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-114484694199630149</id><published>2006-04-12T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T21:02:22.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gubra ... Aiiiiiyooooo!!!!</title><summary type='text'>I am dead disappointed with Yasmin Ahmad's new film, Gubra. What a pile off toss!Aiiiiiyyooooooo!!!Why must they speak in that horrible (kononnya) "Malaysian" accent?? It sounds terrible! It sounds like they know how to speak English properly, but are purposely trying to mangle it wan. Aiyo! Say what you want about our atrocious accent, but nobody in real life speaks the way the Gubra cast does. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/114484694199630149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/04/gubra-aiiiiiyooooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/114484694199630149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/114484694199630149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/04/gubra-aiiiiiyooooo.html' title='Gubra ... Aiiiiiyooooo!!!!'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-114371469481522323</id><published>2006-03-30T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T18:43:14.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worst Part..</title><summary type='text'>.. of being an Adult?Having to pay your own Bills.:Op</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/114371469481522323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/03/worst-part.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/114371469481522323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/114371469481522323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/03/worst-part.html' title='The Worst Part..'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-114209430802698722</id><published>2006-03-12T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T00:25:08.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Remember...</title><summary type='text'>Your childhood?1. Transformers (Viva Optimus Prime!), Strawberry Shortcake, SilverHawks2. Nik Eizwan :O)3. Mima Land4. Tiny Nutella Snack Packs5. Egg tarts6. Valencia orange juice7. Being a mermaid. (I know someone else who should remember this. ;O&gt;)8. The Raintree Club9. Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go!10. BooksI was going to say they don't make times like those anymore, but perhaps I'm simply too </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/114209430802698722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/03/do-you-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/114209430802698722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/114209430802698722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/03/do-you-remember.html' title='Do You Remember...'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-114140967507049328</id><published>2006-03-04T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T02:14:35.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QuarterAge Angst</title><summary type='text'>Oh, this is so going to sound like a 15-year-old's whine, but...When the hell will she effing leave me in peace?I've had a SHIT week at work. The last week has been absolute hell with me walking into the office at 7.30am and leaving no sooner than 10pm with NO BREAKS in between, no not even lunch because I couldn't afford the fucking LUXURY, running around all day - and all night! - just trying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/114140967507049328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/03/quarterage-angst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/114140967507049328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/114140967507049328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/03/quarterage-angst.html' title='QuarterAge Angst'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-114088848514279211</id><published>2006-02-26T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T01:28:05.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovers of Loving Love</title><summary type='text'>I've only recently got around to uploading my mp3 collection onto my iPod (with Video!). I can now listen to music continuously - sans repeats - for 3.2 days. Yes, that's a LOT of songs.. and the best thing is there is room for 3x more! *G*Being stuck in the CAD room up to 8 hours a day, I decided to bring my iPod to work. Because my mp3 collection has been built up over several years, I heard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/114088848514279211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/02/lovers-of-loving-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/114088848514279211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/114088848514279211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/02/lovers-of-loving-love.html' title='Lovers of Loving Love'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-114019971378247461</id><published>2006-02-18T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T02:08:33.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happieeeee!!!</title><summary type='text'>I can't explain it, but I've been riding on an amazing wave of happy-high this week. :O)Also, there's this.Now, anyone who's read my blog knows I am an Internet-Quiz Addict. I won't even try to deny it. :OpHumour me.Thanks to a merescribbler for fueling my addiction for ever-more-revolutionary quizzes.. :O)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/114019971378247461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/02/happieeeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/114019971378247461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/114019971378247461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/02/happieeeee.html' title='Happieeeee!!!'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-113958490507113462</id><published>2006-02-10T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T00:12:35.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritated</title><summary type='text'>Sigh.My car was broken into last night. They took my CD player.Can't really say it came as too much of a surprise, though. It was less a matter of hoping it wouldn't happen than an issue of when it would happen. Crime hereabouts has escalated to an alarming degree. At its worst, 11 cars were stolen from just 5 streets alone in one week, with the thieves actually locking people in their houses by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/113958490507113462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/02/irritated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/113958490507113462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/113958490507113462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/02/irritated.html' title='Irritated'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-113940158601573365</id><published>2006-02-08T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T22:59:26.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bother</title><summary type='text'>Wish I was too dead to cry My self-affliction fades Stones to throw at my creator Masochists to which I cater You don't need to botherI don't need to be I'll keep slipping farther But once I hold onI won't let go 'til it bleeds Wish I was too dead to careIf indeed I cared at allNever had a voice to protest So you fed me shit to digest I wish I had a reasonMy flaws are open season For this, I gave</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/113940158601573365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/02/bother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/113940158601573365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/113940158601573365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/02/bother.html' title='Bother'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-113857306141946996</id><published>2006-01-30T06:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T07:07:12.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gua Banyak Bosan...</title><summary type='text'>Hidup gua banyak boring lor... Gua sula mau jadi gila......Aiyo...Sorry, I just remembered something to rant about:If you're looking for the most expensive, mediocre-I-can-make-this-at-home-for-nothing-with-one-small-aubergine-type food with the worse service in town (except, of course, if you're mat-salleh or/and obviously-royalty-with-10-huge-bodyguards *takes a breath* I recommend 'Shook!'. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/113857306141946996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/01/gua-banyak-bosan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/113857306141946996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/113857306141946996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/01/gua-banyak-bosan.html' title='Gua Banyak Bosan...'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-113787706920985397</id><published>2006-01-22T04:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T04:57:49.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><summary type='text'>Once in a while, you re-evaluate your life. What are the things worth wanting? What are the things you really need, and what are they worth?Are they worth fighting for? Are they worth compromising for? What are they worth giving up? What are the things worth pursuing, and for which do you give in?How much are they worth? Are they worthy of you? Are you worthy of them?How much are you worth? To </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/113787706920985397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/01/reflections.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/113787706920985397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/113787706920985397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/01/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-113656822308246835</id><published>2006-01-07T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T01:23:43.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Time Goes By</title><summary type='text'>I can hardly believe it has been almost a whole month since I last posted! Wither hath time flown?Things have been hectic. At work, in relationships (not speaking of any one in particular, just in general), with the family... I find myself having no private time left. Fortunately, I will not have to work the whole of next week as the company has decided that we should all go on leave. You don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/113656822308246835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/01/as-time-goes-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/113656822308246835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/113656822308246835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2006/01/as-time-goes-by.html' title='As Time Goes By'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-113406444513566864</id><published>2005-12-09T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T01:54:05.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah!</title><summary type='text'>Lawry is back in town. Well, he will be in town intermittently until the 2nd of January, and by God, it was good seeing him again.I can hardly believe 7 years have gone by since I first met him. It seemed like only recently we were goofing off and horrifying Mr Weibe with P.Diddy's mangling of "I'll Be Watching/Missing You". Where did it go? When did time pass us by so fast?Like I said to Lawry, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/113406444513566864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/12/zip-dee-doo-dah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/113406444513566864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/113406444513566864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/12/zip-dee-doo-dah.html' title='Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah!'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-113379568442495389</id><published>2005-12-05T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T23:14:44.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Skies, Smiling At Me</title><summary type='text'>Walking from the carpark into the office, I looked up at the sky and thought of my sister.CocoNad: Abang, I'm going to ask my kids, "Kids, what colour is the sky?" and if they answer, "White, Mummy!" I'm going to say, "Cle-ver children."She's right. We rarely get blue skies here, and today, it was a dirty, grey overcast. Still, with the dawn lighting, it was beautifully breathtaking.But sometimes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/113379568442495389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/12/blue-skies-smiling-at-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/113379568442495389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/113379568442495389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/12/blue-skies-smiling-at-me.html' title='Blue Skies, Smiling At Me'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-113310937951453215</id><published>2005-11-28T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T00:57:04.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity</title><summary type='text'>Why does our happiness depend so much on other people - whether their presence, or lack of it?Don't look at me. I don't know. All I know is that it does. I'm learning that it does. I'm learning to admit it does......At the risk of sounding mawkish ..I love you. You have made the best difference in my life.*kiss*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/113310937951453215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/11/simplicity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/113310937951453215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/113310937951453215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/11/simplicity.html' title='Simplicity'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-113310466291559739</id><published>2005-11-27T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T23:17:42.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did The Ringgit Go??</title><summary type='text'>Three men went on holiday. Upon arriving in KL, being back-packers, they look around for the cheapest room rates. Finally, deep in the heart of Chow Kit, they find a 'hotel' charging RM30 a night, and being back-packing cheapskates, they decide to share a room. So they each fork over RM10, pay the leering Auntie, and retire for the night.A few minutes after they left the front desk, the Auntie </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/113310466291559739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/11/where-did-ringgit-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/113310466291559739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/113310466291559739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/11/where-did-ringgit-go.html' title='Where Did The Ringgit Go??'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-113189640150367822</id><published>2005-11-13T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T23:45:46.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Possibilities</title><summary type='text'>There’s nothing more exciting than a blank page. So many possibilities, so many opportunities.A crisp, smooth page in a spiral notebook...The pungent fragrance of another day in the year-planner...The slide of a stiff A4 sheet into the printer feed-tray...The roughness of handmade paper in a leather-bound journal...Sometimes it’s scary, you never know what you’re going to produce. Sometimes you’</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/113189640150367822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/11/possibilities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/113189640150367822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/113189640150367822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/11/possibilities.html' title='Possibilities'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-113180543717824656</id><published>2005-11-12T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T22:23:57.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oprah's Relationship 101</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to CikAnn for sending me this. Sometimes we all need to be reminded of that which we already know. ~@~@~@~1. If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away.2. If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay. 3. Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior. 4. Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache. 5. Stop trying to change yourself for a relationship that's not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/113180543717824656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/11/oprahs-relationship-101.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/113180543717824656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/113180543717824656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/11/oprahs-relationship-101.html' title='Oprah&apos;s Relationship 101'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-113129711260870547</id><published>2005-11-07T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:11:52.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding on Silver Wings</title><summary type='text'>It's wonderful when someone's happiness can be experienced as your own.It's wonderful when someone else's optimism can buoy your own flailing spirits.It's wonderful to be a part of something bigger than yourself, to know that you are inadequate - but it's okay! - because you were never meant to bear it alone. It's wonderful to not be alone. It is wonderful to have a safe place to be weak. It is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/113129711260870547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/11/riding-on-silver-wings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/113129711260870547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/113129711260870547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/11/riding-on-silver-wings.html' title='Riding on Silver Wings'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-113120688319230475</id><published>2005-11-06T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T00:15:39.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Quiet Before the Storm</title><summary type='text'>Dissatisfaction.Disillusionment.Restlessness.Frustration.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/113120688319230475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/11/quiet-before-storm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/113120688319230475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/113120688319230475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/11/quiet-before-storm.html' title='The Quiet Before the Storm'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-113104549715244327</id><published>2005-11-04T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T03:18:17.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Existential Crisis</title><summary type='text'>What is the point?What is the point of any of us being here?We breathe, we proliferate, we crumble to dust.They say legends live on. Your deeds live on... But to what purpose?It is all so pointless. Aimless.Nevermind that people are also cruel. It is a terrible thing to inflict upon another person. I will allow no child of mine to grow up in this world.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/113104549715244327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-existential-crisis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/113104549715244327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/113104549715244327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-existential-crisis.html' title='My Existential Crisis'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-113094011716242714</id><published>2005-11-02T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T22:02:01.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Irritated</title><summary type='text'>Why do people allow other people to determine their actions, decisions and perspective?When will people learn that someone else's life is none of their business?When will people learn that their lives are nobody else's business?And when will people learn to ignore the fucking busybodies?When will people learn to stop being fucking busybodies?It's none of your business.Fucking busibodies can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/113094011716242714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-irritated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/113094011716242714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/113094011716242714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-irritated.html' title='I Am Irritated'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-113082012054151557</id><published>2005-11-01T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T12:42:00.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Moony</title><summary type='text'>Someday when I'm awfully low,When the world is cold,I will feel a glow just thinking of youAnd the way you look tonight.You're lovely with your smile so warmAnd you cheek so soft;There is nothing for me but to love you,Just the way you look tonight.With each word your tenderness grows,Tearing my fear apart.And that laugh that wrinkles your noseTouches my foolish heart.Lovely, never, never change,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/113082012054151557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/11/feeling-moony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/113082012054151557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/113082012054151557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/11/feeling-moony.html' title='Feeling Moony'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-113026012089236409</id><published>2005-10-26T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T01:08:40.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MeMe</title><summary type='text'>7 things I plan to do before I die-------------------------------------------1. Scuba Diver's license2. Finish reading LotR (hey, I may die tomorrow, tau!)3. See the Goo Goo Dolls live4. Be Happy5. Be Rich6. See the End to World Hunger7. Witness World Peace(8. Be the next Ms America)* Sorry, guys. Don't expect no nobility nor levity from me. 7 things I Like To Do----------------------------1. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/113026012089236409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/10/meme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/113026012089236409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/113026012089236409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/10/meme.html' title='MeMe'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-112895395053497977</id><published>2005-10-10T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T22:36:48.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks to Mrs Nads</title><summary type='text'>Yet ANOTHER Internet Quiz!! Yay!    Pure Nerd 60 % Nerd, 43% Geek, 26% Dork  For The Record:A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions.You scored better than half in Nerd, earning</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/112895395053497977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/10/thanks-to-mrs-nads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/112895395053497977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/112895395053497977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/10/thanks-to-mrs-nads.html' title='Thanks to Mrs Nads'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-112853471762215646</id><published>2005-10-05T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T01:51:57.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Me Compensate for Wednesdays</title><summary type='text'>Wednesdays are the worst.I can take Monday and its blues. Tuesdays are not too bad either.But Wednesdays just go on and on and on... and on and on and on and on and on and on.... You're only in the middle of a Wednesday before you're on your knees begging for it to be 5.45pm already..I hate Wednesdays.Btw, since Raya is coming up soon (enough), and I've got pineapple tarts for anyone who's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/112853471762215646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/10/help-me-compensate-for-wednesdays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/112853471762215646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/112853471762215646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/10/help-me-compensate-for-wednesdays.html' title='Help Me Compensate for Wednesdays'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-112835779280898673</id><published>2005-09-30T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T00:43:12.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Turn 25 Today.</title><summary type='text'>I found my first wrinkle yesterday.Was I bothered?Maybe a little.I was immediately compelled to run out and get me a pot of LaMer,But does it really bother me?Not that much, not today.I turn 25 today.~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~Feeling:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/112835779280898673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-turn-25-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/112835779280898673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/112835779280898673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-turn-25-today.html' title='I Turn 25 Today.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-112679490983025146</id><published>2005-09-15T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T22:35:10.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comic Relief</title><summary type='text'>Am feeling lazy. Was thinking of doing Min's meme, but that'll have to wait for when I'm feeling less brain dead. In the meanwhile, enjoy this fun little selingan I received in the mail, courtesy of Intan Hot-Mamachita. Fong, I don't know why, but this sooo totally reminded me of you! As I read it, I was imagining laughing along with you. *hugz* (Btw, Lawry will be here from the 1st to the 16th </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/112679490983025146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/09/comic-relief.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/112679490983025146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/112679490983025146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/09/comic-relief.html' title='Comic Relief'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-112653910806505360</id><published>2005-09-12T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T23:31:48.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MiniMeMiniMeMiniMe</title><summary type='text'>I don't understand the desire to procreate. Well, put it that way and I tell a lie. I perfectly understand the desire to procreate. *purrrr*I suppose what I don't understand is the urging need to propagate. The last thing I want is a mini-Me running around. How terrifying.I remember when my cousin first got married. I had asked her about her plans, in general, and she had, without the slightest </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/112653910806505360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/09/minimeminimeminime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/112653910806505360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/112653910806505360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/09/minimeminimeminime.html' title='MiniMeMiniMeMiniMe'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-112558143432922304</id><published>2005-09-01T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T21:30:34.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Passing Breeze</title><summary type='text'>You know, they say you may forget the names of people, you may even forget their faces, but you never forget the way they made you feel.I've been thinking about them of late; the people of my past. No, not just the romantic episodes, just .. people who have left impressions on me, and who I've never seen since.I remember nursery school. Apparently, I attended a Montessori kindie. I don't remember</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/112558143432922304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/09/passing-breeze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/112558143432922304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/112558143432922304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/09/passing-breeze.html' title='A Passing Breeze'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-112387297290821129</id><published>2005-08-29T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T00:27:17.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious!</title><summary type='text'>Wahahaaa! I find these quizzes absolutely hilarious! Lol ... Your Deadly SinsEnvy: 100%Pride: 80%Sloth: 80%Gluttony: 40%Greed: 40%Wrath: 40%Lust: 20%Chance You'll Go to Hell: 57%You will die a boring death. While dying, you will be jealous of those who die dramatic deaths.How Sinful Are You?And from the colour of my underwear, they were able to determine:You areWhat Rejected Crayon Are You?andYou</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/112387297290821129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/08/hilarious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/112387297290821129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/112387297290821129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/08/hilarious.html' title='Hilarious!'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-112510586248721756</id><published>2005-08-27T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T09:24:22.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><summary type='text'>I scampered into the R&amp;D building this morning, and no sooner than I did, the sky loosed its fury in torrents. I think my heel got wet.It rained today. It rained and rained and rained. It was most welcome, especially after the thick, haze-stricken week we had last week before it mysteriously disappeared. Wasn't it odd, how it was just suddenly .. clear? Almost crystal clear, at that.I welcomed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/112510586248721756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/08/rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/112510586248721756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/112510586248721756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/08/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-112387125462686674</id><published>2005-08-13T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T02:27:34.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky-Passionate (or Freakily-Passionate?) Kisser Ahoy!</title><summary type='text'>Part Freaky KisserWhen you kiss, you want to experience something new         A new technique, a new partner, a new piercing...         And your own personal kissing style is very unpredictable         There's no saying where your tongue or hands will goPart Passionate KisserFor you, kissing is about all about following your urges         If someone's hot, you'll go in for the kiss - end of story</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/112387125462686674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/08/freaky-passionate-or-freakily.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/112387125462686674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/112387125462686674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/08/freaky-passionate-or-freakily.html' title='Freaky-Passionate (or Freakily-Passionate?) Kisser Ahoy!'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-112360461951357521</id><published>2005-08-10T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T00:23:39.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew!</title><summary type='text'>Sigh. As things are currently somewhat slow at the office now, I thought I might as well write an update.I've done it! I've managed to get myself a job in a factory! ;oP haha .. well, I'm not really working in the factory proper, being in the R&amp;D department, but it's still fun, nonetheless.Is the job interesting? It's too early to tell, I've only been here a week, where I haven't been doing much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/112360461951357521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/08/phew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/112360461951357521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/112360461951357521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/08/phew.html' title='Phew!'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-112309142193865231</id><published>2005-08-04T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T01:58:15.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quickie</title><summary type='text'>Sorry all. Things have been extremely hectic of late. Will update properly when I finally get a moment to sit. But here's generally what's been going on:Started work at Perodua in Rawang on Monday. It's been ... boring, so far. And everyone speaks in abbreviations there. Bahasa apa pulak dia orang cakap nih? I sit at my desk all day trying to decipher and decode everything I hear. EVERYTHING. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/112309142193865231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/08/quickie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/112309142193865231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/112309142193865231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/08/quickie.html' title='A Quickie'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-112140231872058532</id><published>2005-07-15T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T12:38:38.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Charisma</title><summary type='text'>So, at my exit interview, I was told that one of my good points, one that will apparently get me far, was that I have "charisma"."Charisma" with a 'cha', as in char-kuey-teow.~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~Feeling:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/112140231872058532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-have-charisma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/112140231872058532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/112140231872058532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-have-charisma.html' title='I Have Charisma'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-112105667645400700</id><published>2005-07-11T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T12:37:56.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lady of Leisure .. Briefly</title><summary type='text'>I've quit! I've quit! I've quiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittttt!!!!*G*I submitted my notice of resignation last Friday, and will now proceed to while away my last week here with hours of Gamebitz's BubbleBubble! Mua ha ha ha haaaaaaaa!!!I will then enjoy my two weeks off before starting as an R&amp;D Engineer with Perodua (yay!) come August. General plans are: go house-hunting (Min cepat balik!), rescue my hunny </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/112105667645400700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/07/lady-of-leisure-briefly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/112105667645400700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/112105667645400700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/07/lady-of-leisure-briefly.html' title='A Lady of Leisure .. Briefly'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-112070281475988775</id><published>2005-07-07T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T10:20:14.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foolish Dreams?</title><summary type='text'>I've been thinking.*jejeng*Lol. So, I was sitting at my desk, bored out of my skull, alternately working on the fecking MTO whilst playing Minesweeper, and I started thinking, right? I started thinking of the things I used to want, the things I always thought would make me complete, right? Like, the way I felt two years ago when .. *aherrm* .. when I was young(er) and in love with somebody else. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/112070281475988775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/07/foolish-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/112070281475988775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/112070281475988775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/07/foolish-dreams.html' title='Foolish Dreams?'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-111937312361029649</id><published>2005-06-22T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T00:58:43.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bila Larut Malam</title><summary type='text'>Of late, I've been having difficulty writing. Everytime I draft a post, it always seems shite - all the eloquence of a stumbling elk trying to piss and fart while outrunning a predator. Really. And it bugs the hell out of me. But there's something about late nights that loosens my tongue, figuratively speaking. Thoughts take shape seemingly of their own accord, and the words flow effortlessly. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/111937312361029649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/06/bila-larut-malam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111937312361029649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111937312361029649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/06/bila-larut-malam.html' title='Bila Larut Malam'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-111932479984255159</id><published>2005-06-21T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T11:33:19.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo-gagony &amp; Pi-aching-lates</title><summary type='text'>My aching body! Oh my poor poor pooooor aching body! It never gets better. Never! Every week I go, I keep thinking that this week, sap sap sui! (piece of cake) But nooooooo ... They'll introduce yet another new move which will leave my muscles juddering and sweating buckets. I tell you, I sweat more lying on that yoga mat than I do half an hour of proper workout on the treadmill! How is that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/111932479984255159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/06/yo-gagony-pi-aching-lates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111932479984255159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111932479984255159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/06/yo-gagony-pi-aching-lates.html' title='Yo-gagony &amp; Pi-aching-lates'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-111922960647964157</id><published>2005-06-20T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T09:06:46.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Woman's Worth</title><summary type='text'>Okay, I'm cheating, but I thought this was .. well, more than worth repeating. Thanks to MzMin.~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~Feeling:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/111922960647964157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/06/womans-worth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111922960647964157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111922960647964157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/06/womans-worth.html' title='A Woman&apos;s Worth'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-111897981561209846</id><published>2005-06-17T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T11:44:12.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever - Ben Harper</title><summary type='text'>Not talkin’ ’bout a yearNo not three or fourI don’t want that kind of foreverIn my life anymoreForever always seemsTo be wrong when it beginsBut forever never seemsTo be wrong when it endsSo give me your foreverPlease your foreverNot a day less will doFrom youPeople spend so much timeEvery single dayRunnin’ ’round all over townGivin’ their forever awayBut no not meI won’t let my forever roamAnd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/111897981561209846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/06/forever-ben-harper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111897981561209846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111897981561209846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/06/forever-ben-harper.html' title='Forever - Ben Harper'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-111824200874251410</id><published>2005-06-08T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T22:46:48.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bertolak-Ansur</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I feel so .. inept .. at this whole relationship business. Sometimes it's so frustrating it makes me want to tear his hair (ahem) out by the roots.. and his hair is not the only thing of his you want to tear out by the roots...Things were a whole lot more uncomplicated when you haven't got someone else to consider. You could do whatever it is you like without worrying the other person </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/111824200874251410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/06/bertolak-ansur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111824200874251410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111824200874251410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/06/bertolak-ansur.html' title='Bertolak-Ansur'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-111815227095095491</id><published>2005-06-07T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T21:52:09.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raaaaaaaaaaaant!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Eeeeee!!!! I am so fed up with my Internet connection!!!I had typed in this looooong entry, and the fecking thing disconnected without my realising it .. and when I clicked on the 'POST' button, the page changed and *blip!!* my post was gone. Feck feck feck feck feck. Damn you tmnet!! Daaaaaamn you streamyx for not working and making me resort to tmnet!! Daaaaaaaaamn yoooooooooooouuuuu!!!A proper</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/111815227095095491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/06/raaaaaaaaaaaant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111815227095095491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111815227095095491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/06/raaaaaaaaaaaant.html' title='Raaaaaaaaaaaant!!!!!'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-111652603030582537</id><published>2005-05-20T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T02:09:30.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz! The Keys To My Heart!</title><summary type='text'>Yet another Internet Quiz! Courtesy of MzMin.The Keys to Your HeartYou are attracted to good manners and elegance.In love, you feel the most alive when everything is uncertain, one moment heaven... the next moment hell.You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.Your ideal relationship is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/111652603030582537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/05/quiz-keys-to-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111652603030582537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111652603030582537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/05/quiz-keys-to-my-heart.html' title='Quiz! The Keys To My Heart!'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-111570557916211285</id><published>2005-05-10T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T14:16:05.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Yoooooooooou!!!</title><summary type='text'>It's my baby's birthday today!!HAPPY BIRTHDAY HONEY!!We're painting the town red tonight. *G*~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~Feeling:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/111570557916211285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-birthday-to-yoooooooooou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111570557916211285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111570557916211285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-birthday-to-yoooooooooou.html' title='Happy Birthday To Yoooooooooou!!!'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-111460229409902495</id><published>2005-04-27T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T19:44:54.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Swamp Thing</title><summary type='text'>So, I was hired as the Project Engineer, right? As there aren't any current projects, my job, at the moment, constitutes reading up on the equipment we supply and methods of installation. Right.My boss, however, thinks that I may not be able to deal with possibly difficult contractors because as he sees it, my 'hands are too soft'. They, apparently, are too animated when I talk. How is that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/111460229409902495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/04/swamp-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111460229409902495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111460229409902495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/04/swamp-thing.html' title='The Swamp Thing'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-111460355516956258</id><published>2005-04-26T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T20:05:55.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inggeris Patience</title><summary type='text'>Ugh. I suppose I was wrong when I assumed professionals could, nay, should be able to speak English well, but despite reading the hilarious accounts of MrsNad's boss, the BOIW from Inggeris-hell, I still stubbornly, naively held on to my belief that working people, especially those working in offices, could speak it well. I really should have known better. All I could do was sit there, just short</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/111460355516956258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/04/inggeris-patience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111460355516956258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111460355516956258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/04/inggeris-patience.html' title='Inggeris Patience'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-111373736767059594</id><published>2005-04-17T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T19:29:27.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cehck Tihs Out!</title><summary type='text'>So arpaeptnly trehe was tihs raesecrh at Cmabgrdie Uinervtisy on the phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid. It semes taht it deonst mtaetr waht oredr the ltteers of a wrod are in, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteers be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you wlil sitll be albe to raed it wouthit a porbelm. Arpaeptnly tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/111373736767059594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/04/cehck-tihs-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111373736767059594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111373736767059594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/04/cehck-tihs-out.html' title='Cehck Tihs Out!'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-111281375748418530</id><published>2005-04-07T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T02:55:57.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Random Rant on the Subject of Bellies</title><summary type='text'>Y'know what?I think all women, even the skinniest (especially the skinniest!), should have bellies. Okay, I'm not talking about hanging-over-the-belt type guts (guilty as charged), but small, slight ones.I think there are few things more alluring and endearing than the soft curve of a belly on a woman. Which is why I find the mannequins at Escada KLCC so adorable. ;o)Aiyah! All women look at - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/111281375748418530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/04/random-rant-on-subject-of-bellies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111281375748418530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111281375748418530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/04/random-rant-on-subject-of-bellies.html' title='A Random Rant on the Subject of Bellies'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-111220878504573395</id><published>2005-03-31T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T02:53:05.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simplest Things</title><summary type='text'>I used to think I knew what I wanted. I suppose I still kind of do, but is it everything I need? I want a nice, huge house. I want to have my own jet so I can fly to Switzerland should I fancy. I want a jacuzzi in my backyard. I want a humongous library, crammed chock-full with books. But do I really need any of it?But it'd be silly comparing deep-seated desires to material ones. Nevertheless, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/111220878504573395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/03/simplest-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111220878504573395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111220878504573395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/03/simplest-things.html' title='The Simplest Things'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-111212859049175071</id><published>2005-03-30T04:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T04:36:30.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness Is...</title><summary type='text'>Y'know what?I am happy. So happy.Things aren't perfect, but I am happy. What a wonderful difference just one person makes.~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~Feeling:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/111212859049175071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/03/happiness-is_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111212859049175071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111212859049175071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/03/happiness-is_30.html' title='Happiness Is...'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-111150887502612034</id><published>2005-03-23T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T00:38:20.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who's Moving On?!!</title><summary type='text'>So I went for the interview, almost peed in my pants and talked back to the person who had the final say .. and I landed myself a job! :o)Oooooh .. my first 'real' job! I've been working with mummy dearest and uncle(s) since I got out, and although I suppose I did actually work, it really didn't feel like it. There was no sense of accomplishment, no sense of real achievement, and it was wholely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/111150887502612034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/03/guess-whos-moving-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111150887502612034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111150887502612034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/03/guess-whos-moving-on.html' title='Guess Who&apos;s Moving On?!!'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-111082606909305800</id><published>2005-03-15T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T03:08:08.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Solitude!</title><summary type='text'>Solitude is a necessary thing. In small doses. I suppose. I barricaded myself in my room. Nobody bothered me all day. I only just went down to get something to eat, now that everyone is asleep.What peace! What blessed silence!!I don't know why I need it, but I do. I need the solitude, the silence. I need whole chunks of time away from people, to be alone with just me. And my books. My music. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/111082606909305800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/03/oh-solitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111082606909305800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111082606909305800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/03/oh-solitude.html' title='Oh, Solitude!'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-111056398151237663</id><published>2005-03-12T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T01:59:41.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Series of Unfortunate Events</title><summary type='text'>After missing out on a yoga session (don't ask!!!), I very bad-naturedly tromped out of the gym, bought myself a movie ticket and seeing I had half an hour to kill, headed for A&amp;W for a Root Beer Float and Curly Fries. Shaddap. Jangan komen. It was a tough day, okay?I watched Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events. Gosh, what a lovely-sounding name. Lemony Snicket. Lemony. Hehee. But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/111056398151237663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/03/series-of-unfortunate-events.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111056398151237663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111056398151237663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/03/series-of-unfortunate-events.html' title='A Series of Unfortunate Events'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-111012444968096889</id><published>2005-03-06T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T00:19:46.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why, oh Why???</title><summary type='text'>Why is it that when you're feeling especially, exceptionally bloated, you cannot resist scarfing down chocolates by the tonnes?And why is it that you keep wanting to eat eat eat eventhough you feel your chin growing a twin?(All you lucky people who don't have this urge, I hate you! Go away!! &gt;oP)Oh God. Ni baru PMS. I'm going to feel like the Hindenburg when I'm preggers.Oh God.I am sooooooo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/111012444968096889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/03/why-oh-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111012444968096889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/111012444968096889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/03/why-oh-why.html' title='Why, oh Why???'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-110986930863616701</id><published>2005-03-04T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T01:01:48.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Book, Someone?</title><summary type='text'>I need something to read. Usually, I have the memory of a sieve. For obvious reasons, this is generally bad. When it comes to my books though, it's a bit of a blessing as that means that I can read my books over and over again, and every time I read it, it's as if I'm reading the story brand new. However, numerous repititions of the same old stories tend to drill them into me head. This, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/110986930863616701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/03/book-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/110986930863616701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/110986930863616701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/03/book-someone.html' title='A Book, Someone?'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-110923144328811259</id><published>2005-02-24T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T17:52:45.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Sentiments</title><summary type='text'>For those of you who didn't know, I hate listening to the radio. I hate it. Hate it, hate it, absolutely hate it. I can't stand the inane chit-chattering of tong kosong DJs, I hate the stoooooopid radio ads (altho once in a while you get a few priceless gems *winkz*), and I will never (NEVER!!) be able to fully express just how thoroughly I detest their musical selections. [snip] Once upon a time</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/110923144328811259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/02/simple-sentiments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/110923144328811259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/110923144328811259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/02/simple-sentiments.html' title='Simple Sentiments'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-110901020938602480</id><published>2005-02-22T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T02:32:18.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is In The Air</title><summary type='text'>So, Valentine's was a week or so ago, and love is still in the air. Well, it's true for me, regardless of the date. I also think that Valentine's Day is, in this modern age, an absolutely horrifying commercialist celebration, a day for opportunistic businessfolk to glut and grow fat on mindless consumerism, but that is a different story altogether. Besides, I don't need ONE specific day to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/110901020938602480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/02/love-is-in-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/110901020938602480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/110901020938602480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/02/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love Is In The Air'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-110893628027502024</id><published>2005-02-21T05:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T04:12:42.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jas 101 - A Crash Course</title><summary type='text'>Stealing a page off her, who stole a page off her. *winkz*Jas 101 - A Crash Course1. My mum wanted to call me Stephanie ..2. .. but I ended up being named after Jaclyn Smith, my dad's favourite (original) Angel.3. So my mum got her say in it by changing the pronunciation, so my name is pronounced with an 's' (or two) in lieu of a hard 'c'.4. I was born on the last day of September (which is NOT </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/110893628027502024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/02/jas-101-crash-course.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/110893628027502024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/110893628027502024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/02/jas-101-crash-course.html' title='Jas 101 - A Crash Course'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-110866041696089431</id><published>2005-02-18T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T01:22:53.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That 70's Show</title><summary type='text'>According to one highly qualified Internet test:-You Belong in 1972  If you scored...1950 - 1959: You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in!1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too.1970 - 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you're partying or protesting, you give it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/110866041696089431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/02/that-70s-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/110866041696089431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/110866041696089431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/02/that-70s-show.html' title='That 70&apos;s Show'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-110854025766939999</id><published>2005-02-16T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T15:50:57.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaaaargh!!!</title><summary type='text'>Aaaaaargh!!!It's terrible. Terrible terrible terrible.When your brains are rotting away in the desolate concentration-camp-like environs of a no-brainer job.Absolutely terrible.Aaaaaargh!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/110854025766939999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/02/aaaaaargh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/110854025766939999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/110854025766939999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/02/aaaaaargh.html' title='Aaaaaargh!!!'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-110835984460067456</id><published>2005-02-14T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T15:43:22.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wretched Blogspot!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Ok, ok ... This is a cop out, I know, but I wrote this semi-long entry .. which blogspot ate, chewed into mush and left only the first three lines for me to post with. Crap. Therefore, those of you wanting to read my oh-so-interesting entries *ahem* (yeah riiiiiight..) will have to wait. Sorry!p.s. Stolen off her page. :o)You Are 24 Years OldUnder 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/110835984460067456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/02/wretched-blogspot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/110835984460067456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/110835984460067456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/02/wretched-blogspot.html' title='Wretched Blogspot!!!!'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-110668177735636629</id><published>2005-01-26T03:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T03:36:17.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing</title><summary type='text'>Two days ago, I was driving around KL. Seeing as how it was 9.30am on a weekday morning, I had a relatively quiet drive, and as usual when things are quiet, my mind starts to wander. This time, it wandered to the Rayas of my childhood.I remember how as a child, Raya was a holiday to look forward to. Well, we looked forward to every excuse to not go to school, but Rayas were something else, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/110668177735636629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/01/reminiscing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/110668177735636629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/110668177735636629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/01/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-110537860332039026</id><published>2005-01-11T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T01:36:43.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Educational Week</title><summary type='text'>This last week has certainly been .. exhausting. Eventful. Eye-opening. Extremely educational, not to mention exciting. .. Okay, enough with the alliterations already, although I must admit I was doing in on purpose towards the end. Hee hee ....Seriously though, in the last eight days, I've learned that the ones you love are the ones you take for granted and that the ones you love the deepest</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/110537860332039026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/01/educational-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/110537860332039026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/110537860332039026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/01/educational-week.html' title='An Educational Week'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320876.post-110499560137541648</id><published>2005-01-06T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T15:13:21.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Fong!</title><summary type='text'>It was our lovely Fongite's birthday .. yesterday.'        .                 '            *           .              '             "             *Happy Belated Birthday, my angel!         *          .         '               *        '          .        "            .         'May all your wished come true. *HUUUUGZ*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/feeds/110499560137541648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-birthday-fong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/110499560137541648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320876/posts/default/110499560137541648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasang.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-birthday-fong.html' title='Happy Birthday Fong!'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13212608269328927232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w4HSJ1AttQQ/TTCuLgZduyI/AAAAAAAAADw/PB0qCSo8RhU/S220/sneaker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
