<?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-4266251073419692851</id><updated>2011-07-31T09:04:09.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jay to the Ay</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tan Jo Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03640430404994189823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Skub1Y5K-8I/AAAAAAAAABA/YCdu-jRYHNw/S220/poohclassic2.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4266251073419692851.post-2060894439681640811</id><published>2010-03-07T03:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T03:57:14.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X_X</title><content type='html'>Have no motivation to blog, and nothing special to blog about. This blog is semi-officially dead until I feel like reviving it... Which will be a long time more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Procrastination i hatez uuuuuuu D8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4266251073419692851-2060894439681640811?l=jay-ay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/feeds/2060894439681640811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2010/03/xx.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/2060894439681640811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/2060894439681640811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2010/03/xx.html' title='X_X'/><author><name>Tan Jo Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03640430404994189823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Skub1Y5K-8I/AAAAAAAAABA/YCdu-jRYHNw/S220/poohclassic2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4266251073419692851.post-8553622143366447934</id><published>2009-12-12T23:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T23:55:19.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHA</title><content type='html'>Sem break's finally here! Well, not exactly, since there's still 2D Animation to complete. But I can finally relax now! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/SyO4IxfZ2tI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DmpGb5_NM7c/s1600-h/CCD+Final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/SyO4IxfZ2tI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DmpGb5_NM7c/s320/CCD+Final.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414373637892987602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr. Yeah. My CCD final. Trees are the main characters. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4266251073419692851-8553622143366447934?l=jay-ay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/feeds/8553622143366447934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/12/haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/8553622143366447934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/8553622143366447934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/12/haha.html' title='HAHA'/><author><name>Tan Jo Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03640430404994189823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Skub1Y5K-8I/AAAAAAAAABA/YCdu-jRYHNw/S220/poohclassic2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/SyO4IxfZ2tI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DmpGb5_NM7c/s72-c/CCD+Final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4266251073419692851.post-5829893090809807572</id><published>2009-12-11T06:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T06:55:53.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ishhhh</title><content type='html'>Peer power. A force of nature indeed. Am trying not to succumb to it. Be strong! I will be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up sleeping wayyyyyy to early and waking up wayyyyy to late. Result: Cartoon Design no touchy, 2D Animation lagi no touchy, handing up everything by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I in trouble? YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another two days. I can do it. I can do it. I CAN DO IT. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does the dreaded holiday mood affect me so strongly just when it's all about to be over. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4266251073419692851-5829893090809807572?l=jay-ay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/feeds/5829893090809807572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/12/ishhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/5829893090809807572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/5829893090809807572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/12/ishhhh.html' title='Ishhhh'/><author><name>Tan Jo Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03640430404994189823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Skub1Y5K-8I/AAAAAAAAABA/YCdu-jRYHNw/S220/poohclassic2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4266251073419692851.post-4484994734665320856</id><published>2009-11-20T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T00:28:04.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night of the roaches</title><content type='html'>Add 4 baby roaches to my number of kills, which is uncountable (to me, at least).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know they're just baby roaches. Yes, I know they're the light brown species which aren't as frightening as the ominous black ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet, I feel so accomplished. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4266251073419692851-4484994734665320856?l=jay-ay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/feeds/4484994734665320856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/11/night-of-roaches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/4484994734665320856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/4484994734665320856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/11/night-of-roaches.html' title='Night of the roaches'/><author><name>Tan Jo Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03640430404994189823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Skub1Y5K-8I/AAAAAAAAABA/YCdu-jRYHNw/S220/poohclassic2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4266251073419692851.post-3271437677462779558</id><published>2009-11-11T16:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:43:03.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hrmmmmm</title><content type='html'>I'm in such a holiday mood already, though there's still about a month of the semester left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we there yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we there yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we there yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we there yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Are we there yet? DDDDDDDD8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4266251073419692851-3271437677462779558?l=jay-ay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/feeds/3271437677462779558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/11/hrmmmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/3271437677462779558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/3271437677462779558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/11/hrmmmmm.html' title='Hrmmmmm'/><author><name>Tan Jo Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03640430404994189823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Skub1Y5K-8I/AAAAAAAAABA/YCdu-jRYHNw/S220/poohclassic2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4266251073419692851.post-3900593424528623558</id><published>2009-11-05T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:14:19.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aha. Aha. Ahaaaaaa. :&gt;</title><content type='html'>It's 9.10pm. Cartoon design due tomorrow morning. I HAVEN'T STARTED A SINGLE SKETCH AT ALL. 8DDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just. So brain dead this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 9.12pm. Typography due on Saturday morning. I HAVEN'T FINISHED MY WEB LAYOUT. 8DDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just. So strung out over trying my best at Typography and failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 9.14pm. Robot design due Monday, have to scan by Saturday. I HAVEN'T INKED OR MARKER RENDER MOST OF WHAT I HAVE TO. 8DDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just. So sick and tired of robot already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just quit? 8DDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4266251073419692851-3900593424528623558?l=jay-ay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/feeds/3900593424528623558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/11/aha-aha-ahaaaaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/3900593424528623558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/3900593424528623558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/11/aha-aha-ahaaaaaa.html' title='Aha. Aha. Ahaaaaaa. :&gt;'/><author><name>Tan Jo Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03640430404994189823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Skub1Y5K-8I/AAAAAAAAABA/YCdu-jRYHNw/S220/poohclassic2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4266251073419692851.post-3942325361392164803</id><published>2009-11-02T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:05:28.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erghhhhh</title><content type='html'>I'm so sleepy. So, so, sooooo sleepy. And ironically, not because of lack of sleep but rather because of too much sleep. =w=''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept from near 1am till 8am, which is A LOT compared to the usual 3-4 hours the past few weeks. I guess my body's not used to all the changes, cause I had to take a nap after lunch as I was too drowsy. And I've wasted so much precious time, grrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. The super early holiday mood is killing me. I just feel so lazy to do my work. I need more drive!!! &gt;A&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4266251073419692851-3942325361392164803?l=jay-ay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/feeds/3942325361392164803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/11/erghhhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/3942325361392164803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/3942325361392164803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/11/erghhhhh.html' title='Erghhhhh'/><author><name>Tan Jo Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03640430404994189823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Skub1Y5K-8I/AAAAAAAAABA/YCdu-jRYHNw/S220/poohclassic2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4266251073419692851.post-6106059614711824121</id><published>2009-10-22T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T00:16:12.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I am lost. SO lost for typography. I have absolutely no idea what to do, I'm just wandering aimlessly online, trying to come up with something I can work with, all the while fretting and stressing about deadlines and trying to overcome my own expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just drop typo? Please? I hate it more than I hate Moral.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4266251073419692851-6106059614711824121?l=jay-ay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/feeds/6106059614711824121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/6106059614711824121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/6106059614711824121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Tan Jo Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03640430404994189823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Skub1Y5K-8I/AAAAAAAAABA/YCdu-jRYHNw/S220/poohclassic2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4266251073419692851.post-3296940888836702847</id><published>2009-10-05T15:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T15:36:28.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously. Why?</title><content type='html'>I opened my mail just now. A highschool friend of mine sent me an email. Which contained a few pictures of a rape and murder victim. To read about these cases in the newspaper is totally different from actually seeing the pictures of the real corpse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was horrifying. Just absolutely appalling that these sick, depraved psychos will do this to innocent women, just to get high on adrenaline. What kind of monsters are they, that they don't even feel a thing about taking someone's life, to see the person suffer so much pain, to actually be holding the weapon and feel it slice into tender flesh, to see all the blood spurting out, to hear her screams, without feeling anything at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her throat was brutally slashed. It was just a mess of darkened blood and mangled flesh, with the blood marks splattered all over her chest. Her face was expressionless, no contortion of pain, nothing. The skin was already turning grey. Her arms, they were sliced open to the bone in places. To see the gaping wound, to see bits of flesh falling out of the cuts, it's horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do such monsters want to cause so much hurt to people they don't even know? These men who don't even deserve to be called men, tell us women, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To atheists or people who prefer to believe in the abilities of humans. I don't understand how you can prefer to believe in humans who cause this kind of pain. I don't understand how you can prefer to trust in humans who are just so easy to influence, so easy to  deviate. Just because someone was nice in the beginning, there is no guarantee that person won't turn bad in the rest of his/her life. Your best friend can turn into your worst enemy. Just a wrong word, a wrong influence, and the person becomes a monster. How can you prefer to believe in humans, who are bound to sin at least once in their lifes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that to some people, believing in God is useless because to them, God just watches all these kinds of depravity and violence and evil without helping, without offering divine intervention. But how can you expect Him to do anything when you won't even allow Him into your lifes? How can you expect Him to just change the situation with a wave of His hand and perhaps a sprinkling of magic dust, to make everything go away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion is essential. By religion, I mean the true ones that have good values. Not philosophical "religions". Good religions teach good values, and sticking to these values can surely make the world a much better place, regardless of which religion you choose to adopt, instead of believing in the human thinking which is just so weak compared to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm just sounding preachy here, but the main thing I want to express here is my shock, horror and disgust at the utter depravity of some humans. I can't even go a day without worrying about my loved ones, being paranoid that something may happen to them not because of an accident, but because of human evil nature. How can I not worry?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4266251073419692851-3296940888836702847?l=jay-ay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/feeds/3296940888836702847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/10/seriously-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/3296940888836702847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/3296940888836702847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/10/seriously-why.html' title='Seriously. Why?'/><author><name>Tan Jo Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03640430404994189823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Skub1Y5K-8I/AAAAAAAAABA/YCdu-jRYHNw/S220/poohclassic2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4266251073419692851.post-4798552489029598617</id><published>2009-09-16T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T00:30:44.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of imagination</title><content type='html'>The mind can really conjure up the scariest things. That's why I hate horror movies, because every scene sticks in my head and replays by itself, involuntarily, every time I walk through total darkness in my home to get a glass of water. I don't even have to watch movies or actually SEE the scary thing to imagine how it looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was swimming at the deep end of the pool. Then I looked down at the bottom of the pool. And I imagined a horrible, absolutely terrifying colossal water monster looming there, swimming towards me. And I actually felt scared, heart pounding and all, and swam as fast as I could to the shallow end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I will die 10 years earlier for having active imagination I tell you. I'll get heart attack from the stuff my brain comes up with. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4266251073419692851-4798552489029598617?l=jay-ay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/feeds/4798552489029598617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/09/power-of-imagination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/4798552489029598617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/4798552489029598617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/09/power-of-imagination.html' title='The power of imagination'/><author><name>Tan Jo Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03640430404994189823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Skub1Y5K-8I/AAAAAAAAABA/YCdu-jRYHNw/S220/poohclassic2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4266251073419692851.post-8161033331053583406</id><published>2009-09-05T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T00:03:56.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ergh. Ergh. Errrrrrrghhhh.</title><content type='html'>Dang it, two more days till hell drags me down! I feel so reluctant to go back to college when I think about the assignments we're gonna face. T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/SqKKkbCznYI/AAAAAAAAADg/gqBtAB3_XOg/s1600-h/fitz+fool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/SqKKkbCznYI/AAAAAAAAADg/gqBtAB3_XOg/s320/fitz+fool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378013263373245826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to my DeviantArt account if you're interested in who these people are. If not, don't bother. Am so the sien of colouring it that I just gave up on the table and background. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4266251073419692851-8161033331053583406?l=jay-ay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/feeds/8161033331053583406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/09/ergh-ergh-errrrrrrghhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/8161033331053583406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/8161033331053583406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/09/ergh-ergh-errrrrrrghhhh.html' title='Ergh. Ergh. Errrrrrrghhhh.'/><author><name>Tan Jo Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03640430404994189823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Skub1Y5K-8I/AAAAAAAAABA/YCdu-jRYHNw/S220/poohclassic2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/SqKKkbCznYI/AAAAAAAAADg/gqBtAB3_XOg/s72-c/fitz+fool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4266251073419692851.post-2066269434867090323</id><published>2009-08-27T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:38:46.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=.=</title><content type='html'>I may as well tell you guys la. I has a DeviantArt account. Since two years ago in fact. Didn't submit cause I didn't have scanner/Photoshop/tabbie (eleh banyak je exuses). So yeah. Nothing much there since I've already posted up here what I submitted. Just letting you guys know lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://decembertiggerx.deviantart.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4266251073419692851-2066269434867090323?l=jay-ay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/feeds/2066269434867090323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/2066269434867090323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/2066269434867090323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_27.html' title='=.='/><author><name>Tan Jo Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03640430404994189823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Skub1Y5K-8I/AAAAAAAAABA/YCdu-jRYHNw/S220/poohclassic2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4266251073419692851.post-3764967475556633172</id><published>2009-08-26T16:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T16:45:17.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/SpTz3Ic7zcI/AAAAAAAAADY/ck6SwmUPu6o/s1600-h/music+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/SpTz3Ic7zcI/AAAAAAAAADY/ck6SwmUPu6o/s320/music+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374188383847042498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaah. Practised more Photoshop. Err, I dunno what to put in the background so I left it blank... My skills do not permit me to do anything more! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the sem break will never end, haha. I feel so lazy, just thinking about the workload we're gonna face in two weeks makes me want to puke blood. Though I haven't really been doing anything productive actually. Eating, sleeping, TV, Internet, those don't count as productivitiy do they? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Wanna recommend this game to you guys! It's a click-and-select game called Alter Ego in which you start your life as a baby and play out your whole life anyway you want! The outcome will be different depending on your choices (You can get murdered, teehee). But this game is quite time consuming. You're allowed to skip some life stages but that means you'll miss out on events and happenings that affect your outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.playalterego.com/alterego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word of warning: The choices you make are permanent (cannot click on the "back" button to change your choice!), so don't rush while choosing your options. I regretted many things I chose. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4266251073419692851-3764967475556633172?l=jay-ay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/feeds/3764967475556633172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/3764967475556633172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/3764967475556633172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='&gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>Tan Jo Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03640430404994189823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Skub1Y5K-8I/AAAAAAAAABA/YCdu-jRYHNw/S220/poohclassic2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/SpTz3Ic7zcI/AAAAAAAAADY/ck6SwmUPu6o/s72-c/music+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4266251073419692851.post-3248433953823656372</id><published>2009-08-21T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:22:58.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag...</title><content type='html'>First tag I'm doing, thanks to Win Loon. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;To do: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Visit &lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(253, 226, 235);"&gt;http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Type in your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Sloganize after each questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. I takde orang nak tag leh... =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. What do you say to yourself every morning?&lt;br /&gt;Only Jo Anne Has The Answer (eleh perasan XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you want other people to say about you?&lt;br /&gt;Life Should Taste As Good As Jo Anne (O.o please... Keep that thought to yourselves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Someone asked you out, your answer is...&lt;br /&gt;Splash Jo Anne All Over (dunno what that's supposed to mean =_=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How would you answer a booty call?&lt;br /&gt;Where's The Jo Anne? (=.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How would you introduce yourself to someone you really like?&lt;br /&gt;Let Your Jo Anne Do The Walking (whoot I'm the pushy kind 8D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. To someone you dislike?&lt;br /&gt;Made To Make Your Jo Anne Water (what da toot =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You're in a conversation and you suddenly feel the need to pee, how would you excuse yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Whenever There's A Snack Gap, Jo Anne Fits (O.o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your parents ask you why you got home late, you say...&lt;br /&gt;You Can't Get Quicker Than A Jo Anne Fitter (yeah mum, dad, I was out exercising! be proud of me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You're failing a subject, you say...&lt;br /&gt;Strong And Beautiful, Just Like Jo Anne (you see? I don't let failure get in my way. XDDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The love of your life asks you to marry him/her, what do you say?&lt;br /&gt;The Too Good To Hurry Jo Anne (yeah I like to take things slowly 8D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your bf/gf is breaking up with you, you tell him/her...&lt;br /&gt;Jo Anne - It Does A Body Good (OMG no way am I that despo =.=''''''')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Someone told you you're an asshole, you tell them...&lt;br /&gt;They Drink Jo Anne In The Congo (even if I'm an asshole people still need me XD refer to question above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What are the best words to describe you?&lt;br /&gt;Make It A Jo Anne Night (I.... I'm speechless... O.o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you're going to have a movie about your life, the title is...&lt;br /&gt;Get More From Jo Anne (nuuuu I'm not easy! OAO *doesn't help that I keep accidentally typing Ho Anne =.=, thanks for making H next to J on the keyboard!*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Your last words before you die...&lt;br /&gt;Challenge Jo Anne (I'm a FAITER! 8D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Your message to a special someone..&lt;br /&gt;Wait Till We Get Our Jo Anne On You (is that supposed to be threatening? XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Title of this post will be...&lt;br /&gt;Schhh... You Know Jo Anne (O RLY? 8D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Speechless. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4266251073419692851-3248433953823656372?l=jay-ay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/feeds/3248433953823656372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/08/tag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/3248433953823656372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/3248433953823656372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/08/tag.html' title='Tag...'/><author><name>Tan Jo Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03640430404994189823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Skub1Y5K-8I/AAAAAAAAABA/YCdu-jRYHNw/S220/poohclassic2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4266251073419692851.post-6945994342026863352</id><published>2009-08-20T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T17:06:24.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Photoshop testing</title><content type='html'>The fab four of FMA. Wait no. I don't like Winry but she's easy to draw (Girls are always easy to draw, full stop. =_=).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/So0RrA9yyOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/FeAeLfZjHlo/s1600-h/FMA+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/So0RrA9yyOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/FeAeLfZjHlo/s320/FMA+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371969361214097634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got lazier and lazier after I did Riza. Colouring become more chinchai. =_=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4266251073419692851-6945994342026863352?l=jay-ay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/feeds/6945994342026863352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-photoshop-testing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/6945994342026863352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/6945994342026863352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-photoshop-testing.html' title='More Photoshop testing'/><author><name>Tan Jo Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03640430404994189823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Skub1Y5K-8I/AAAAAAAAABA/YCdu-jRYHNw/S220/poohclassic2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/So0RrA9yyOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/FeAeLfZjHlo/s72-c/FMA+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4266251073419692851.post-6390575891671849051</id><published>2009-08-20T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T00:36:27.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshop testing</title><content type='html'>Practising colouring in Photoshop... I suck at hair especially. And super malas nak concentrate on the clothes. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/SowptYaV8UI/AAAAAAAAADI/gaUIM_KRv9A/s1600-h/Riza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/SowptYaV8UI/AAAAAAAAADI/gaUIM_KRv9A/s320/Riza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371714315169952066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riza Hawkeye from FMA. I lap her 8D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4266251073419692851-6390575891671849051?l=jay-ay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/feeds/6390575891671849051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/08/photoshop-testing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/6390575891671849051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/6390575891671849051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/08/photoshop-testing.html' title='Photoshop testing'/><author><name>Tan Jo Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03640430404994189823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Skub1Y5K-8I/AAAAAAAAABA/YCdu-jRYHNw/S220/poohclassic2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/SowptYaV8UI/AAAAAAAAADI/gaUIM_KRv9A/s72-c/Riza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4266251073419692851.post-2764210262435455888</id><published>2009-08-09T18:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:34:53.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My adventures in Aeon shopping mall</title><content type='html'>I never knew that this shopping mall existed in the first place. =_= It's situated in Klang, so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's nothing much to do there, though the restaurants are pretty decent. Heard of Papa John's Pizza? Pastamania? I actually wanted to have Nando's but there wasn't an outlet there. Next best choice is Kenny Roger's, but my father didn't want to have lunch there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we jalan jalan... Till we came to Vietnam Kitchen. I didn't really want to eat there but can't defy parents' decision. The food was not bad, but... The water, plain water, not even mineral water, cost Rm1 per glass. Pegi mampus orang gila!!! Yau mak with garlic cost RM11! Mamma mia bellisimo Italliano! =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the water so expensive, of course we have to savour every drop and not waste right? Here's what happened with my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Sn6mfAIKqiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/D4evhmgUQTI/s1600-h/water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Sn6mfAIKqiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/D4evhmgUQTI/s320/water.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367910857412618786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after lunch, mum went off to get some stuff while me and sister went to Popular... That branch sucks big time. Nothing good to read there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the interesting part begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to leave the place already so we took the escalator. As we went down, I felt someone standing on the step right behind me, very closely. So I turned to look at the person and saw a small boy who looked like Chicken Little, about 6 years old, standing there. I thought he wanted to go down the escalator and I was blocking him, so I moved over to the other side of the step. Then his father called him and I heard the boy say in a small voice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Sn6nab5bUBI/AAAAAAAAACY/1rPSeHC3F9o/s1600-h/aunty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Sn6nab5bUBI/AAAAAAAAACY/1rPSeHC3F9o/s320/aunty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367911878479269906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DA TOOT?????? DO I LOOK THAT OLD UNTIL A BOY CAN CALL ME AUNTY??? EXCUSE ME I"M STILL VERY YOUNG AND FRESH-LOOKING OKAY. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Sn7PMo0yrUI/AAAAAAAAADA/64sjzCmuoSw/s1600-h/shoujo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Sn7PMo0yrUI/AAAAAAAAADA/64sjzCmuoSw/s320/shoujo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367955621896432962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Here's an example of how I irritate my younger sister as she surfs the net (while I watch her 8D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Sn7PLXpaXDI/AAAAAAAAACg/YFzxwV-CTsg/s1600-h/bored+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Sn7PLXpaXDI/AAAAAAAAACg/YFzxwV-CTsg/s320/bored+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367955600105430066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Sn7PLtx43FI/AAAAAAAAACo/fB6VpjFrbIg/s1600-h/bored+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Sn7PLtx43FI/AAAAAAAAACo/fB6VpjFrbIg/s320/bored+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367955606046563410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Sn7PMFiaakI/AAAAAAAAACw/n57CJUT4o38/s1600-h/bored+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Sn7PMFiaakI/AAAAAAAAACw/n57CJUT4o38/s320/bored+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367955612424104514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Sn7PMThrg7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/EBU-xloPYRM/s1600-h/bored+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Sn7PMThrg7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/EBU-xloPYRM/s320/bored+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367955616179127218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4266251073419692851-2764210262435455888?l=jay-ay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/feeds/2764210262435455888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-adventures-in-aeon-shopping-mall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/2764210262435455888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/2764210262435455888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-adventures-in-aeon-shopping-mall.html' title='My adventures in Aeon shopping mall'/><author><name>Tan Jo Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03640430404994189823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Skub1Y5K-8I/AAAAAAAAABA/YCdu-jRYHNw/S220/poohclassic2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Sn6mfAIKqiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/D4evhmgUQTI/s72-c/water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4266251073419692851.post-8131125339410623642</id><published>2009-08-05T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T21:48:18.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving yourself</title><content type='html'>For marriage, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole issue about premarital sex is one that I'm really serious about, fuelled especially by an article in StarTwo today focusing on young people, premarital sex, and sex videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The few girls that were interviewed were experienced in this area, claiming that there wasn't anything wrong with it, though one girl felt guilty sometimes due to her religion (ish Malay girl). She lets her bf keep videos of her in his cellphone to keep him keen when she's not with him. Not only that, another female interviewee thinks that it's so common nowadays that girls will find it hard to refuse their partners taking videos of them having sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to be a prude nor do I want to accuse/rant/looked down upon girls who are involved in this activity. But it just sickens me that girls in this generation are losing their purity at such a young age. I firmly believe in abstinence until marriage, and it's not only because of religion or faith or whatever, but it has been one of my strongest principles since a long time ago. Of course, I can't completely swear that I'll stick to this principle as the future is unpredictable, and I can't be sure that I'm strong enough to hold on to it, but I will try my best not to fall into the trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may think that I'm deluded as lots of males don't exactly believe in this principle and I do realise that if I ever find a partner, he'll most likely have indulged in premarital sex. I'm not a fool and I'm not deluded; I don't know how I'll react, how I'll think, but I'll leave that for now as it's still early. I'll just cross the bridge when I come to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex is meant to be enjoyed, but (I believe lah) between married couples (and I don't mean couples who get hitched on a whim only to separate a few months later), it's a consummation of love and commitment, and not something to just enjoy or indulge in as a temporary pleasure. That's why it's called "making love", not "making pleasure". And I know that many couples love each other even though they aren't married, and what they do IS making love. But then, if you love each other and can't wait to Do It, why do you not want to commit to each other? If you're young, why can't you wait? Do you think marriage is just a piece of paper and that your love transcends all form of rules? To me, refusing to commit by marriage eventhough you love each other, shows that you're not sure that the person you're lying with is the one you truly love and are willing to spend a life with. Refusing to commit makes it easier to separate, it's less of a hassle without all the paperwork. I just... I don't buy into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God wanted humans to have multiple sex partners and sleep around, He wouldn't have created Adam and Eve, but Adam and Eve, and Sarah, and Rebeccah, and whichever female names you can come up with. (Not meaning to be sexist, it's the best metaphor I can come up with which best sums up my feelings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just my opinion and I'm not trying to belittle those who have/are indulging in this, not am I trying to be holier-than-thou. I'm sure they are lovely people. Hopefully I haven't offended anyone, I just want to rant and release the feelings that I had after reading that article.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4266251073419692851-8131125339410623642?l=jay-ay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/feeds/8131125339410623642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/08/saving-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/8131125339410623642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/8131125339410623642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/08/saving-yourself.html' title='Saving yourself'/><author><name>Tan Jo Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03640430404994189823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Skub1Y5K-8I/AAAAAAAAABA/YCdu-jRYHNw/S220/poohclassic2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4266251073419692851.post-4967001425986585688</id><published>2009-08-02T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T00:39:44.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Note 2: The Last Name</title><content type='html'>After don't-know-how-many-years, I've finally watched this movie. This was another movie that exhausted me a lot! &gt;_&lt; Mainly because of the shiawase punya subtitles. The subtitles are definitely done by the same people that subtitled Win Loon's punya "Coming Soon"(Teach an Elder Brother! Small Cantillate! *pukes**dies*). Let me list down what the subtitlers came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yagami Raito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Official name - Supernatural Moon in Light&lt;br /&gt;Derivatives - The Moon, Monthly Monarch&lt;br /&gt;Quote by Watari - "This is a Monthly Gentleman of the God at Night" while introducing him to L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yagami Soiichiro (Moon's daddy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Official name - Supernatural Chief at Night (So that's where Moon Monarch got his sugoi name from!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shiori (Moon Monarch's dead girlfriend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Official name - Poem Weaves a Young Lady&lt;br /&gt;Derivative - The Poem (Such a poetic name =w=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amane Misa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Official name - Call and Fill the Sea and Sand&lt;br /&gt;Derivative - Sea The Sand, Have Filled Sea The Sand (So "beachy"! It suits her!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L Lawliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Official name - L (It's really hard to get it wrong leh =_=)&lt;br /&gt;Nickname - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryuzaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Official translation - LongQi (Waahhhh suddenly became a Chinese leh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Official name - Sulphur Gram (Everyone, laugh with me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matsuda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Official name - Loose Mr. Tian (Another Chinese appeared!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anchorwoman who became the third Kira (Couldn't catch her name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Official name - Clear and Beautiful in the High Fields (Waahhhh another poetic name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mogi (Officer who got killed in front of SakuraTV company)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Official name - Mould Gentleman of Wood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kira (saved the best for the last)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Official translation - VERY HAPPY 8DDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A coupla priceless quotes referring to Kira (Grammatical errors and typos unedited by me):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is to say that we are all very happy hostages now" - Original newsanchor who matei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am happy that the moon is not very happy" - Supernatural Chief At Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... LOLOLOLOLOLLLLLLL *roflmaowt****BBQ!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness the DVD doesn't belong to me! I pity my cousin who spent on this rubbish. XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, now I can never get these sugoi names out of my head! Malaysian pirate subtitlers are the best in the world! *kowtows*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4266251073419692851-4967001425986585688?l=jay-ay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/feeds/4967001425986585688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/08/death-note-2-last-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/4967001425986585688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/4967001425986585688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/08/death-note-2-last-name.html' title='Death Note 2: The Last Name'/><author><name>Tan Jo Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03640430404994189823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Skub1Y5K-8I/AAAAAAAAABA/YCdu-jRYHNw/S220/poohclassic2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4266251073419692851.post-3315962912595257440</id><published>2009-07-31T17:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T17:16:47.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iiyadaaa~~~</title><content type='html'>Photoshop testing failed. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/SnK1qTGKD1I/AAAAAAAAACA/CSq_PgNu2Ys/s1600-h/testing+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/SnK1qTGKD1I/AAAAAAAAACA/CSq_PgNu2Ys/s200/testing+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364549844436914002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Skin too orangey (How do you guys find the proper skin tone???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Gave up on the hair shading/lighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Yes, I seem to only be able to come up with naked, armpit- and cleavage-less girls. With deformed collarbones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  ...*pukes* *dies*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4266251073419692851-3315962912595257440?l=jay-ay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/feeds/3315962912595257440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/07/iiyadaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/3315962912595257440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/3315962912595257440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/07/iiyadaaa.html' title='Iiyadaaa~~~'/><author><name>Tan Jo Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03640430404994189823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Skub1Y5K-8I/AAAAAAAAABA/YCdu-jRYHNw/S220/poohclassic2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/SnK1qTGKD1I/AAAAAAAAACA/CSq_PgNu2Ys/s72-c/testing+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4266251073419692851.post-753429985093219058</id><published>2009-07-26T15:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T15:07:00.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson of the day</title><content type='html'>HL milk = hazardous substance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HL milk+Kellogg's Frosties cereal = deadly combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRB while I go get my insulin shots now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4266251073419692851-753429985093219058?l=jay-ay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/feeds/753429985093219058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/07/lessons-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/753429985093219058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/753429985093219058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/07/lessons-of-day.html' title='Lesson of the day'/><author><name>Tan Jo Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03640430404994189823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Skub1Y5K-8I/AAAAAAAAABA/YCdu-jRYHNw/S220/poohclassic2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4266251073419692851.post-3357650766892680458</id><published>2009-07-24T17:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T01:28:48.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random trivia</title><content type='html'>*Encyclopedia mode on*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that the humble human hair, of which people are so fond of, can actually be used as a weapon? And no, I don't mean long ponytails that can be swung about into peoples' faces, thus blinding them effectively. Nor do I mean gel/clay/wax-stiffened hair that are hard and sharp enough to stab your enemies with. And I certainly am not talking about cartoon characters with deadly hairstyles such as Johnny Bravo, who looks as if he can bludgeon people to death with his do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, the perpetrator and root of this fascinating research is a single strand composed of dead cells that originated from the human head. And a little short strand about slightly more than an inch's length at that. This magnificent specimen is able to pierce through other human cells, namely the skin(not the areas from which hair grow), and while the pain caused is hardly substantial, it is nevertheless a disturbing discovery to the person who has first-hand experience with this unusual phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss JA, Subang Jaya, was merely walking to the kitchen of her home to get a drink of water one day, when she suddenly experienced a small stabbing pain on the sole of her big toe. Examining the affected area with curiosity, she was amazed to find a short strand of hair portruding from the skin of the toe in the same way that a needle would. Removal of the hair caused another sharp stab of pain to her. She reports, "I will never look at hair the same way again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those wanting to exact petty revenge against their enemies, this is a new method to do so. Just cut off short lengths of hair and scatter them all over the floor, and sooner or later, said enemies will step on them and get stabbed in the soles of the feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*encyclopedia mode off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I just wasted you people punya time with this nonsense, nyaahaahaa. &gt;=D But of course, typing, "A short piece of hair stabbed me in the toe today O_o" just doesn't give the same effect does it? XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4266251073419692851-3357650766892680458?l=jay-ay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/feeds/3357650766892680458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-trivia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/3357650766892680458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/3357650766892680458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-trivia.html' title='Random trivia'/><author><name>Tan Jo Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03640430404994189823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Skub1Y5K-8I/AAAAAAAAABA/YCdu-jRYHNw/S220/poohclassic2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4266251073419692851.post-8703692757329823730</id><published>2009-07-19T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:13:48.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers 2</title><content type='html'>Yes, I just watched it today three weeks after it was screened here. It's so hard to book tickets for the family! Plus TGV telebooking service is terrible, always got problem to connect through. Finally decided to watch it in 1Utama instead of Pyramid( GSC seats are SOOOOO much nicer than TGV).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. This movie... has gotta be one of the most exhausting movies I've ever watched in my life. Sure, the CG was awesome and all, but somehow this movie didn't give me the same "wow" factor that the first movie did. There was barely any storyline, it mainly focused on the "bang bang KABOOM" parts. Heck, even my dad who loves fast-paced movies with lots of action, explosions and shooting didn't like this sequel as much as the first. =_=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My random thoughts during the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bumblebee is kewl. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sam's mother is really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Referring to above, Sam's mother getting high on marijuana brownies is a really lame attempt at humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sam getting all jerky and epileptic is funny, but not as funny as in Steve Carell in Bruce Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I like the motorcycle Autobots, though they didn't get much screentime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Alice the Decepticon's tongue is really disturbing. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Whatever happened to the tiny Mikaela-humping Decepticon-turned-Autobot anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Optimus+Jetfire= the Cybertron version of Super Saiya power ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... I haven't even finished my vehicle construction lines! Am totally in trouble. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson of the day: Do not eat sweet chewable vitamins after drinking milk. It tastes like extra milky toothpaste. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4266251073419692851-8703692757329823730?l=jay-ay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/feeds/8703692757329823730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/07/transformers-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/8703692757329823730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/8703692757329823730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/07/transformers-2.html' title='Transformers 2'/><author><name>Tan Jo Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03640430404994189823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Skub1Y5K-8I/AAAAAAAAABA/YCdu-jRYHNw/S220/poohclassic2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4266251073419692851.post-7540173511915948060</id><published>2009-07-14T14:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:13:05.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY TABBIE 8D 8D 8D</title><content type='html'>I finally bought a tablet! Wacom's Bamboo (basic punya), black, 7 inches. RM330, original price is RM370.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah~~~~~ so happy~~~~ am using it now, it's not so bad as a mouse but haven't tried using on Photoshop. Gonna rain soon (I hear thunder nuuuz), so tak ada chance nak guna yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeheee~~~~~ X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: I tried it out just for a short moment. Here's the result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Slwpp0rie3I/AAAAAAAAABo/I0ZUflXIHoo/s1600-h/testing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Slwpp0rie3I/AAAAAAAAABo/I0ZUflXIHoo/s320/testing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358203455156681586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually surprisingly easy to use! Well the only other tabbie I've tried using is Jenny's and her's is so sldkfjldfkahgalkjlk hard to use. I think it has something to do with the cursor not gelling well with the movement on the screen, cos I can use mine so easily and fast. Jen, I think you didn't install something properly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, judging by how "well" I doodled up there, I have to get more used to the tabbie and learn how to adjust opacity, brush size, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/SlwvB6WaALI/AAAAAAAAABw/Xw1VrX_2Yhk/s1600-h/testing2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/SlwvB6WaALI/AAAAAAAAABw/Xw1VrX_2Yhk/s320/testing2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358209366553657522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASKFJHSDKJGHKDFJGHKD EPIC FAILUREEEEEEE OAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My hand is sweaty. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4266251073419692851-7540173511915948060?l=jay-ay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/feeds/7540173511915948060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-tabbie-8d-8d-8d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/7540173511915948060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/7540173511915948060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-tabbie-8d-8d-8d.html' title='MY TABBIE 8D 8D 8D'/><author><name>Tan Jo Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03640430404994189823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Skub1Y5K-8I/AAAAAAAAABA/YCdu-jRYHNw/S220/poohclassic2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Slwpp0rie3I/AAAAAAAAABo/I0ZUflXIHoo/s72-c/testing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4266251073419692851.post-8232999486460251958</id><published>2009-07-09T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:30:52.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whee~~</title><content type='html'>Finally another subject finished! And since there's not so much to do for V Comm, I have loads more time to focus on Perspective. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's my final life drawing. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/SlX9ylomOcI/AAAAAAAAABg/nXL99QY4O10/s1600-h/final+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 161px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/SlX9ylomOcI/AAAAAAAAABg/nXL99QY4O10/s320/final+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356466377364748738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud of my Sailormoon (this is my first attempt at a complete drawing with all the shading so it's very the cacat-ed), not so with everything else. XD I shaed very chinchai for Mario cause I really had no mood to do him properly. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4266251073419692851-8232999486460251958?l=jay-ay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/feeds/8232999486460251958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/07/whee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/8232999486460251958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/8232999486460251958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/07/whee.html' title='Whee~~'/><author><name>Tan Jo Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03640430404994189823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Skub1Y5K-8I/AAAAAAAAABA/YCdu-jRYHNw/S220/poohclassic2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/SlX9ylomOcI/AAAAAAAAABg/nXL99QY4O10/s72-c/final+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4266251073419692851.post-6743334756783662396</id><published>2009-07-04T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T21:42:40.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember The Time</title><content type='html'>Is a video by the late Micheal Jackson. Which just played on Channel V just now. And I think that while the song is alright, the video is one of the most *head-desk* inducing videos I have ever watched in my life (I've watched it plenty of times throughout my childhood but now see the whole thing in a new light).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://j.bdbphotos.com/pictures/G/8L/G8V4A8P_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://j.bdbphotos.com/pictures/G/8L/G8V4A8P_large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 1: Eddie Murphy plays an Egyptian king. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 2: The King and Queen's advisor dude who called in entertainers for the royalty has a total African-American accent. Dude, aren't you supposed to be ancient Egyptian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 3: As referring to the point above, none of them actually behaved like ancient Egyptians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 4: Iman can do the most berahi-oh-I-feel-so-ghairah face without actually having much physical contact with anyone. -_-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the video was meant to be campy but I don't know... I just feel plentiful secondhand embarrassment for MJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go check the video out if you guys haven't watched it before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4266251073419692851-6743334756783662396?l=jay-ay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/feeds/6743334756783662396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/07/remember-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/6743334756783662396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/6743334756783662396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/07/remember-time.html' title='Remember The Time'/><author><name>Tan Jo Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03640430404994189823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Skub1Y5K-8I/AAAAAAAAABA/YCdu-jRYHNw/S220/poohclassic2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4266251073419692851.post-9206913629385435388</id><published>2009-07-02T01:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T01:21:45.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh teh horror</title><content type='html'>Thanks so much for your lovely movie today Win Loon. Because of it I now am traumatised by the ugly old hag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the movie (Coming Soon) was not that scary wan, when watching can still laugh at it. But then the ugly face keeps popping up in my mind~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I walked to my room in the dark, with a mirror hanging on the wall opposite me... DANG the images that floated into my head! And then, right about just now, the room door which is beside me, which is tightly shut, just CREAKED. O_O (namonamonamonamonamo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really... should never watch any horror movies ever again, no matter how amusing or retarded it is. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4266251073419692851-9206913629385435388?l=jay-ay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/feeds/9206913629385435388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-teh-horror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/9206913629385435388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/9206913629385435388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-teh-horror.html' title='Oh teh horror'/><author><name>Tan Jo Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03640430404994189823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Skub1Y5K-8I/AAAAAAAAABA/YCdu-jRYHNw/S220/poohclassic2.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4266251073419692851.post-3485567529862174703</id><published>2009-06-29T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T21:32:08.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/SkjBni3gIcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/tLx5i9cs2x8/s1600-h/Group_photo_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/SkjBni3gIcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/tLx5i9cs2x8/s400/Group_photo_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352741042248491458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A class shot for the final day of drama... This photo is EPIC. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the tall people in this class is enough to give me a complex. And Roland and Kim Loy aren't even standing up as well! If each of them contribute just one cm to me I'd be four inches taller already. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4266251073419692851-3485567529862174703?l=jay-ay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/feeds/3485567529862174703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/06/lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/3485567529862174703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/3485567529862174703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/06/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>Tan Jo Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03640430404994189823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/Skub1Y5K-8I/AAAAAAAAABA/YCdu-jRYHNw/S220/poohclassic2.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNsICxNdK8Y/SkjBni3gIcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/tLx5i9cs2x8/s72-c/Group_photo_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4266251073419692851.post-7237386893207070932</id><published>2009-06-28T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T01:58:02.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest pandemic! Even worse than H5N1 and H1N1! Be afraid...</title><content type='html'>So. I have a blog. By which I shan't be updating much as nothing very interesting goes on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, we have a hot topic today! Presenting to you TOA-ians, the newest viral pandemic about to hit The One Academy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caution to all parents and children, do wear your masks constantly! Especially if you encounter the source of the latest and unpredictable retard virus: the Jon virus, officially known as JNH virus (credits to Teng for the name 8D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptoms: Frequent use of the phrase, "sheet wei", constantly being in denial, ultra-narcissism, deterioration of the brain and capability of rational thoughts, and many more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effects: Being spurned by the "girl of your dreams" (konon), gathering an anti-you club, getting flamed kaokao by your acquaintances and MANY MANY more (you now have an official reason to go hug your blankie and cry and pine for your lost love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The virus is incurable and is highly contagious as well as unpredictable, able to mutate into yet an even more ultra-retard virus. TOA-WHO has declared it a college-wide pandemic, and it is feared to spread even beyond the college areas! Be very very careful people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOA-scientists have tried to stamp out this virus since September 2008, but unfortunately the virus has the tenacity of a cockroach. It refuses to die despite countless attempts to destroy it, making a comeback after every blow and strike (I should know; I've had the misfortune to whack cockroaches with no help).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone who has contracted the disease, please quarantine yourself for a lifetime period and kindly refrain from contacting anyone lest you infect them as well. If you refuse to comply, expect brutal force and blows to your (exaggeratedly-expanded) ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teng's awesome version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"JNH is a newly found virus discovered by a group of TOA-ians (CD-088-1)  in the past few months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;after months of observing and discovery through contacts made, we have found that this particular virus is an incurable disease. this virus is characterised by this very unique characteristic where by it spasm every now and then it is constantly found with selected members of CD088-1 particulary those with the smell of A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;it has the tendecy of a cockroach that selects its host through meticulous procedures and observation. this is a new found! never before were there any discoveries on virus that select their host in such a manner. this rare specimen is really hard to capture. it switches host constantly depending on its needs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I try to be diplomatic when I meet people who rub me the wrong way. I try to see their good side and not only focus on the bad. I ignore the bad parts to the best extent that I can. But this is just ridiculous. I don't have the patience nor the ability to tolerate this kind of immature and insensitive behaviour. Dude, you know what you've done, and whether you actually realise the extent of trouble you've created, I don't know. Heck, your behaviour has now even driven me to create this blog! Be proud, my dear. Be very proud. You have created history in TOA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4266251073419692851-7237386893207070932?l=jay-ay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/feeds/7237386893207070932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/06/latest-pandemic-even-worse-than-h5n1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/7237386893207070932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266251073419692851/posts/default/7237386893207070932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jay-ay.blogspot.com/2009/06/latest-pandemic-even-worse-than-h5n1.html' title='Latest pandemic! Even worse than H5N1 and H1N1! 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