<?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-38867653</id><updated>2011-08-03T00:13:21.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personals - Sid</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-1132263162891421880</id><published>2009-08-23T11:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T11:47:32.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Story Meets Viva La Vida</title><content type='html'>Love Story Meets Viva La Vida by Jon Schmidt (A Piano Cello Compilation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An awe-inspiring song! 5-Star! When I first heard this song with a set of headphones, I felt as if I was virtually transported into another world. I was close to tears, tears of joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-1132263162891421880?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/1132263162891421880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=1132263162891421880' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/1132263162891421880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/1132263162891421880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-story-meets-viva-la-vida.html' title='Love Story Meets Viva La Vida'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-2948286160033515709</id><published>2009-07-10T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T14:35:35.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIBA U-19 World Championship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/Slbe7MmDKqI/AAAAAAAAAuE/H_OKfM0UjMo/s1600-h/FIBA+U-19+Auckland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 316px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/Slbe7MmDKqI/AAAAAAAAAuE/H_OKfM0UjMo/s320/FIBA+U-19+Auckland.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356713915378248354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIBA U-19 World Championship is in town!&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch 3rd Round matches between Puerto Rico against Egypt and Greece against France. A couple of alley-oop dunks got the crowd all jumping. You can really feel the adrenaline pumping even though you aren't on the court. Awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday will be the Gold Medal game. Hopefully, the States will be in. Future NBA stars! Tickets in hand, here I come. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-2948286160033515709?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/2948286160033515709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=2948286160033515709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/2948286160033515709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/2948286160033515709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2009/07/fiba-u-19-world-championship.html' title='FIBA U-19 World Championship'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/Slbe7MmDKqI/AAAAAAAAAuE/H_OKfM0UjMo/s72-c/FIBA+U-19+Auckland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-3344874991584248837</id><published>2009-05-02T17:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:34:37.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather; blessing in disguise</title><content type='html'>Swine flu outbreak. IS that for real? I would rather not talk about it. Silently, I pray for the people around the World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third field trip of this semester, this morning, at Ardmore Atmospheric station about 50km south from the city. The morning sky was pouring when my housemate woke me up. It was 8.40am. The transport provided was scheduled to leave at 9.00am. Thankfully I was not going with it. I cursed the rain. A coldfront hit Auckland today, that explains the weather. I checked my alarm, the "bell sign" was still there. It was set to ring at 7.30PM. Geez, clumsy. Still, a friend of mine was suppose to pick me up at 9 too, but he can wait :P I am a Malaysian afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akash arrived late, he is no Malaysian. The road was all wet. Speed kills on slippery roads. No speeding which means we are going to be late. We cursed the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so cold out there. It was all wet. I was the only person silly enough to be wearing shorts. I thought the place was going to be lumpy, did not want to risk getting my jeans muddy. The regret kicks in as soon as I got out there doing field work. We cursed the rain. And the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's objective was all about the sun; sort of like measuring the amount of irradiance coming onto the surface at solar noon. We were suppose to be there from 10am till 4pm approximately. Took basic measurements such as the wind direction, surface temperature and the relative humidity of the air. Later did we know that the weather would stay the same. No sign of the Sun. We were allowed to leave the station early, we left at 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so .. we thank the rain. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-3344874991584248837?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/3344874991584248837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=3344874991584248837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/3344874991584248837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/3344874991584248837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2009/05/weather-blessing-in-disguise.html' title='Weather; blessing in disguise'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-428891018675636674</id><published>2009-04-20T18:36:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:33:04.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Easter Break</title><content type='html'>As usual, Uni stress kicks in for everybody even during the Easter break. I haven't been updating my blog not just because I am dreadfully busy but .. am lazy. Things in NZ are so far so good. I have got a good accommodation, got my broadband only recently and I cook most of the time now cause I finally got my own kitchen. It is sometimes TOO comfortable at my place so much so that you don't feel like doing anything else but stay in deep slumber. That's bad for studies, I know. And Goddammit myself for blogging when I have got an assignment due tomorrow and am only half way through. I figured the mind would automatically switch to an alternative thing after a fair amount of stress is applied to it. Take an example of a study table which on it, a laptop and a pile of undone assignment. After looking at the pile, you would think "Come on lets go on Facebook, only 5 minutes". And then there goes the mouse movement to the url column and www.facebook.com. (Hey what the .. ? Why is the web page on Facebook? Well, the mind has been TOO accustomed to technology. The heartbeat, our breathings, counter reaction, all of this are being controlled by the Medula Oblongata, so it may happen! Auto facebooking?) In a minute, you'll be on that page but you won't just be there for 5 minutes; it will drag on and on to say, 10 minutes? That is a wasted 5 minutes. When your mind gets TOO comfortable, before any stress can be applied, ONLY the thought of stress could already work your mind through hell. Sigh* No matter.&lt;br /&gt;Since I got back here, I haven't really had a free weekend. I have field work to do for my courses. When there's none, so far only two (free weekends) of them, I did charity and went on a retreat to a monastery to learn the "art of meditation". Meditation is NOT an easy skill.&lt;br /&gt;And then come Easter break, two weeks holidays for mostly everyone but not me because I had my longest field work so far. Seven days to Port Waikato to do some geology, observed the landscape there, hacked some rocks, collected some fossils, did some large scale mapping. Did all that while carrying a backpack equipped with lunchbox, water bottle, a geology hammer, field books everyday for seven days. By the end of each day, the bag would be so much heavier piled with rock samples despite all the food been eaten and water being gulped down. It was like a military camp. We had to hike up hills up and down steep valleys without a proper pathway, we walked for many miles, certain times across electric fences. A few of them got shocked. Failure to maneuver MAY cost your live. The experience attained from this journey was one to be remembered of. OK today is the end of my Easter break and the start of semester 1 Part 2. Happy Easter everyone. Here are some pictures of Port Waikato region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SexYpSt2YII/AAAAAAAAArQ/6OSvbA8AFPI/s1600-h/IMG_5188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SexYpSt2YII/AAAAAAAAArQ/6OSvbA8AFPI/s320/IMG_5188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326729925694480514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(My boots in black sand aka magnetites)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SexcoNmWPtI/AAAAAAAAArY/vvoCXHRSI1k/s1600-h/IMG_5191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SexcoNmWPtI/AAAAAAAAArY/vvoCXHRSI1k/s320/IMG_5191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326734305187479250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Waterfall lake)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/Sexebr9nBlI/AAAAAAAAAro/u6Q5CBFk80s/s1600-h/IMG_5195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/Sexebr9nBlI/AAAAAAAAAro/u6Q5CBFk80s/s320/IMG_5195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326736289023067730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(All muddy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SexebRWcWJI/AAAAAAAAArg/m9SXImIueXA/s1600-h/IMG_5193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SexebRWcWJI/AAAAAAAAArg/m9SXImIueXA/s320/IMG_5193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326736281879468178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Stream crossing, was lucky my boots were waterproof)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SexggzX5zCI/AAAAAAAAArw/hpuhmVMKvyM/s1600-h/IMG_5199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SexggzX5zCI/AAAAAAAAArw/hpuhmVMKvyM/s320/IMG_5199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326738575934999586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Watch your footing!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SexghAkqx7I/AAAAAAAAAr4/BCCwlV0yyjo/s1600-h/IMG_5201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SexghAkqx7I/AAAAAAAAAr4/BCCwlV0yyjo/s320/IMG_5201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326738579478202290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Jurassic bedding)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SexiB9K0PdI/AAAAAAAAAsI/mVBpLb1wGf4/s1600-h/IMG_5219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SexiB9K0PdI/AAAAAAAAAsI/mVBpLb1wGf4/s320/IMG_5219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326740245011774930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(As we move on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SexiCeZ6n4I/AAAAAAAAAsY/6-1f1m0ZrV8/s1600-h/IMG_5225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SexiCeZ6n4I/AAAAAAAAAsY/6-1f1m0ZrV8/s320/IMG_5225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326740253933477762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Lunch break)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SexiCL15xoI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/erPo5RaOFKM/s1600-h/IMG_5231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SexiCL15xoI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/erPo5RaOFKM/s320/IMG_5231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326740248950589058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(A fault across)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SexkXCjTL0I/AAAAAAAAAsg/4IhLD3NP8gE/s1600-h/IMG_5233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SexkXCjTL0I/AAAAAAAAAsg/4IhLD3NP8gE/s320/IMG_5233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326742806257151810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(The fault earlier, runs right through the hills)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SexkXddemCI/AAAAAAAAAso/TyTuGUWEI1U/s1600-h/IMG_5234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SexkXddemCI/AAAAAAAAAso/TyTuGUWEI1U/s320/IMG_5234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326742813480491042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Eroded beds due to wave actions)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SexkXtfUAYI/AAAAAAAAAsw/D2XJeaRJcQU/s1600-h/IMG_5235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SexkXtfUAYI/AAAAAAAAAsw/D2XJeaRJcQU/s320/IMG_5235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326742817783153026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Harmony of Geology .. of Earth, Sea and Sky)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/Sexmuo5pj2I/AAAAAAAAAtA/YN22aorrzio/s1600-h/IMG_5255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/Sexmuo5pj2I/AAAAAAAAAtA/YN22aorrzio/s320/IMG_5255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326745410711687010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Careful walk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SexnUJM3_qI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/qyT-GrndMs4/s1600-h/IMG_5252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SexnUJM3_qI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/qyT-GrndMs4/s320/IMG_5252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326746055037419170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Vertical beauty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SexmuauqFdI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Ls7FrVeiRvU/s1600-h/IMG_5241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SexmuauqFdI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Ls7FrVeiRvU/s320/IMG_5241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326745406907487698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(My seniors, only people who are free on that day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/Sexmu1klcMI/AAAAAAAAAtI/XqWPQJytdiA/s1600-h/IMG_5266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/Sexmu1klcMI/AAAAAAAAAtI/XqWPQJytdiA/s320/IMG_5266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326745414112997570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(And when we think that we have come to the end of the path .. the jouney goes on further)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SexghPEFWAI/AAAAAAAAAsA/-3YPuw25oVY/s1600-h/IMG_5203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SexghPEFWAI/AAAAAAAAAsA/-3YPuw25oVY/s320/IMG_5203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326738583368062978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Bunk beds we stayed in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some of the settings look a fair bit like that from the movie Jurassic Park don't they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-428891018675636674?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/428891018675636674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=428891018675636674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/428891018675636674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/428891018675636674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2009/04/of-easter-break.html' title='Of Easter Break'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SexYpSt2YII/AAAAAAAAArQ/6OSvbA8AFPI/s72-c/IMG_5188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-3880732315611626496</id><published>2009-02-19T19:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T00:05:35.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LCCT Sai Meng's Departure</title><content type='html'>I smell a stale blog, left aside to rot.&lt;br /&gt;With dust settling on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends who played a huge part in my life have left this pretty place to further their studies. I shall take this opportunity to thank them for all the help and support they have given me, as good pals, and to wish them the very best living far from home. The sweet memories we have shared shall remain in our hearts. I shall miss you guys (and girls).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not able to send most of them off because on the week their flight was scheduled, I was on a random vacation up in Penang. I did however see off cool boy Sai Meng who was flying to Miri. I was surprised his parents did not accompany him to the airport. Instead, we drove him there. I cannot tell you who the driver was because if HIS dad finds this out, he will be in hot water. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SZ1_dEzyoUI/AAAAAAAAAqs/JmWc0QKu8os/s1600-h/IMG_4889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SZ1_dEzyoUI/AAAAAAAAAqs/JmWc0QKu8os/s320/IMG_4889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304536073596215618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Bros! from left: SM-JL-Jit-YC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;LCCT was real crowded. He left without a tear shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SZ1_damHjpI/AAAAAAAAAq0/PnjLI6-Gr24/s1600-h/IMG_4896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SZ1_damHjpI/AAAAAAAAAq0/PnjLI6-Gr24/s320/IMG_4896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304536079444446866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Jit's professional driving skills ... Ooops!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the day of F-r-e-e-d-o-m for my mouth. The day my bracess was removed, completely, after about two years plus. I miss a major part of my dental appointment due to studying abroad and it was kind of costly doing them overseas; that's why it took so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SZ1MYGx-HcI/AAAAAAAAAqk/MlDaRcZkxro/s1600-h/Brace+Free+%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SZ1MYGx-HcI/AAAAAAAAAqk/MlDaRcZkxro/s320/Brace+Free+%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304479913133088194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Smiles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom never tastes this good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-3880732315611626496?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/3880732315611626496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=3880732315611626496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/3880732315611626496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/3880732315611626496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2009/02/lcct-sai-mengs-departure.html' title='LCCT Sai Meng&apos;s Departure'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SZ1_dEzyoUI/AAAAAAAAAqs/JmWc0QKu8os/s72-c/IMG_4889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-3059275027845612352</id><published>2008-12-20T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T02:13:08.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAMA MIA and dinner</title><content type='html'>Its been splendid spending my days back in Malaysia. So far I have been doing the usual things such as chilling with Friends, basketball, late night mamaks, EPL Night, spending time with family and Wen. I am certainly enjoying this even if it doesn't seem too happening. Knowing that my days here are numbered, I try to make the most out of my every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days here are not like days of last year. Jit's busy working, Shiau's not on holidays. Though I have got the others, it is certainly better to have them around. I can count myself to be lucky that Wen's around! I haven't met up with many of my other mates yet; sure hope to see them soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended MAMA MIA musical today at Istana Budaya with my family. The show started around 3 but we left home at 1 right after lunch fearing KL's terrible traffic. The parking spaces were almost all occupied already despite turning up quite early. The hall was huge. More and more people turn up in formal attire while I was only dressed semi-formally while my sis wore casual clothes. She felt the awkwardness. Everyone was asked to silent their phones and usage of camera was prohibited. A wasted one failing to capture and good shots. The performers, both sexes were gorgeous. And as for the play ... I can't pretty much describe this but one word: AWESOME! .. coincidentally, Celest, my friend from NZ, was sitting just behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show ended around ten to six. Fearing for the worst, its after office hours. We left the place with me hoping to get home quickly because dinner appointment was at 7; only to be caught in the disastrous KL traffic jam. It took us 2 whole hours to drive back to the doorstep of Home. Once home, I rushed into my car and sped off to Dewi's Corner for dinner. First time meeting up with Steph, Bak, Josh, Jing and Deric since I got home. It was great! Right after that .. Friday Night Ball and a farewell to Mattheaus for he's going for National Service the week after.  That's all for now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-3059275027845612352?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/3059275027845612352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=3059275027845612352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/3059275027845612352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/3059275027845612352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/12/mama-mia-and-dinner.html' title='MAMA MIA and dinner'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-3093204907102630841</id><published>2008-10-23T17:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:31:17.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HER very special day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=38867653"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SQBMtjOnYuI/AAAAAAAAAew/0wobGw9j_6w/s320/01-06-06_0817.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260288710203106018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHORT HAIR~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Birthday darling Tan! My oh my, time flies. It's your 20th already, oldy. See that recent picture of you, you look way younger! To me .. Short hair brings out the youth in you. :p You are still real pretty with your current hair. Hee.. That's my favourite picture of you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing you see. I had the sudden inspiration to update my blog on this big day of yours. My itchy fingers just had to take me to Aileen's page FIRST, to see what she came out about you this year. It turned out she wrote a whole long ESSAY. Dammit! Now now, I can't be beating no law students' essay, can I? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm left with the following (catch phrase) .. which can only sound more than the TRUTH:&lt;br /&gt;You are my perfect piece of gem.&lt;br /&gt;You are my marvelous superwoman.&lt;br /&gt;You are my greatest asset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T^W^O years is still not something to boasts about but I have you assured that my hands will be there at your semi-dark hours. With your sort of character, there will never be A dark hour :) You are my confidante. Does this mean that I confide in you? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;A friend which can never be replaced, yes you are.&lt;br /&gt;A love one that will never be a tick away to whisper into my ears the sweetest things one could possibly say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you love. It's been awhile since I last hold you. This is also the first time I am far away from you on your BIG DAY. I miss you and it won't be long till the broken puzzle be fix again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my heart and soul. A tale of two &lt;3 .. I hope you enjoy this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 20th Birthday, darling! Have it an awesome one there alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Ima no bimbo :P Yaaouwwh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-3093204907102630841?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/3093204907102630841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=3093204907102630841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/3093204907102630841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/3093204907102630841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/10/her-very-special-day.html' title='HER very special day'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SQBMtjOnYuI/AAAAAAAAAew/0wobGw9j_6w/s72-c/01-06-06_0817.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-2524483719307964166</id><published>2008-10-02T17:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T19:02:50.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic Weeks are Over</title><content type='html'>The hectic weeks have finally come to a closure as far as I can tell. It ended unceremoniously with me getting only at most 3 hours of sleep for the last two nights having to do some final touch ups on a 3weeks-spend assignment all crammed into the final week. This was not because of my infamous procrastination though. It was the busiest stretch so far. Man.. I'm so glad everything is close to over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having to sleep late and to get up early the very next day is not good at all for health reasons. I think that explains the coughs. On the first of the last two nights, my brain felt so drained after a dose of Maths lectures. All I could think of was sleep and not numbers. So then I set my alarm to wake me at 3 (Not sure if this got into my head that night). As my backup, I told Wenn to call me persistently at that time as well before shutting myself down at around 1 something after. I had to burden her this time but it is not like that's a big trouble, NZ is 5 hours ahead now and PLUS she is having a week's break because of Raya. At 3, do the Maths. Thanks xkins :) So yup my alarm went off at 3, snooze. A minute or so later, the phone rang. "Time to wake up! Don't be lazy.." was the only few words I recall aside from some "mushy" ones. :P I told her I'm sooooo tired and she spared me another hour of hibernation. It was at 4 (on the dot), I jumped when the phone rang again. I got up this time to freshen up. When I got back to my room, I was on my bed again sailing fast to dreamland. What happened next? Yes she was persistent enough to check on me at 5 then 6. Every hour. PERSISTENT! Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night, a similar case happened but the phone only rang once. :P That's either because I was up .. or at least, I sounded WIDE AWAKE. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resting beside my table was a can of "V" and a bottle of RedBull. I could have gotten a burst of caffeine for a boost through the rough wee hours. But I resisted the temptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity my fellow Malay friends who had the Maths test on the first day of their New Year. Can't imagine having to study a day before Chinese New Year. But it's all over anyhow... :)) Good gracious. I heard some cried till they got a headache or something after calling their parents and relatives back home. "Heimweh haben" .. translation "To be homesick". Yesss... It is the time of the year to feel so aside from your first arrival. Speaking about that, my buddies have already gone back to their Northern territories. I feel the roughness of time dealt upon them awaiting their flight. Sorry guys but you all will be good back there too, no worries. I miss having them around. Then a thought hit me, when it is time for them to fly back, then it will SOON be my time for a great return to a place called home! Yeaps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh .. The 2008 UMSA board have stepped down, and the new board have been elected. Guess who's in and who's out? Congrats to all that was hand "ticked" (Think Nike).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-2524483719307964166?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/2524483719307964166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=2524483719307964166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/2524483719307964166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/2524483719307964166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/10/hectic-weeks-are-over.html' title='Hectic Weeks are Over'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-1317730953711568393</id><published>2008-09-14T11:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T11:17:09.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotation</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When you ask for apples but life hands you lemons,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;make lemonade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you are outside and it rains,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at least the plants are watered.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop and smell the flowers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If today you are griping about picking up the grapes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tomorrow you may be drinking the wine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have faith, enjoy life every step of the way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful time my friends in Malaysia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-1317730953711568393?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/1317730953711568393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=1317730953711568393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/1317730953711568393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/1317730953711568393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/09/quotation.html' title='Quotation'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-8331596809351352034</id><published>2008-08-23T19:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T19:43:46.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rurouni Kenshin Collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SK_2Ia9FWxI/AAAAAAAAAeA/RvgHJtjlYI8/s1600-h/IMG_2457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SK_2Ia9FWxI/AAAAAAAAAeA/RvgHJtjlYI8/s320/IMG_2457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237675516190087954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Rurouni Kenshin Collection)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am close to done watching my favourite anime series - Samurai X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Olympics is coming to an end too after two weeks of non-stop broadcasting. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would be next to keep me away from boredom? Wonders*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-8331596809351352034?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/8331596809351352034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=8331596809351352034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/8331596809351352034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/8331596809351352034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/08/rurouni-kenshin-collection.html' title='Rurouni Kenshin Collection'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SK_2Ia9FWxI/AAAAAAAAAeA/RvgHJtjlYI8/s72-c/IMG_2457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-6130639660443949851</id><published>2008-08-21T19:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T12:34:20.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merdeka Night</title><content type='html'>And so Merdeka Night came and went in Mt. Albert Memorial Hall. The theme was "Sireh Pulang ke Gagang" .. ridiculously we seem to have celebrated it 15 days before the real day. Have we lost our minds? But we would be having another countdown for it after UMSA Ball to make it up. On that very morning, all the performers were asked to head to Mt. Albert Memorial Hall around 11. We had to clean the whole place up and set the tables right, more like labours us performers are. Before long, our tummies were growling of hunger so we headed off to a snack shop close to the venue. The pricing was worth a look aka CHEAP! It was like how they mentioned "The further away you get from the city, the cheaper things are." Friends ordered .. You would be surprised I did not order a damn thing. I packed lunch..  I was tempted to though. Regret regret. I was &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...drooling... &lt;/span&gt;when my friends munched down their fish fillets. So back to work thereafter. It did not take long for everything to look all grand with the help of everyone there. We did a few rehearsal rounds. Things were cool and that was not much to do other than to wait as time ticks down. Ohh there is something I have to mention .. ! Free KFC ! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time generously flow through as we yelp away with friends playing cards, watching pre-recorded Olympics opening ceremony.. also memorizing lyrics for the closing song titled "Here In My Home" by various Malaysian artistes. For that I had to do a solo rap part which thankfully the mic was not working. If not, utter disaster. Before long, it was time. The stage was set. The hardwork of weeks and weeks of practicing and rehearsing was down to that very night, although it was not entirely perfect, it paid off. Other than the rapping part, I had some puny roles in the Sketch and Dikir Barat. To tell you I was all cool on stage is a lie. Performance anxiety really jitters me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was dinner. Nasi minyak served together with chicken curry and lamb rendang, to be flushed down with Rose syrup. Reasonably good tasting (I have tasted better Malaysian food here), satisfaction to my empty stomach, a 100 percent. Other than Dikir Barat and Sketch, there were also a display of Silat, Chinese, Indian and Malay dances, band performances and solo pianist and singers showing off their talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all good knowing that we did one hell of a great job when everything was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SK1b5aYl6oI/AAAAAAAAAdI/1ny0LfYSgRo/s1600-h/IMG_2356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SK1b5aYl6oI/AAAAAAAAAdI/1ny0LfYSgRo/s320/IMG_2356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236942983594896002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Setting it up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SK1b5g6CafI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/g6nYH0Bka2o/s1600-h/IMG_2398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SK1b5g6CafI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/g6nYH0Bka2o/s320/IMG_2398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236942985345788402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Backstage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SK1cvI2No4I/AAAAAAAAAdw/GNBfx8b4Drw/s1600-h/IMG_2426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SK1cvI2No4I/AAAAAAAAAdw/GNBfx8b4Drw/s320/IMG_2426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236943906600231810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Tech. handy while rehearsing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SK1cvZpJpcI/AAAAAAAAAd4/GwmLgCs_nPg/s1600-h/IMG_2429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SK1cvZpJpcI/AAAAAAAAAd4/GwmLgCs_nPg/s320/IMG_2429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236943911108847042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Sellout!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SK1b5gyO2EI/AAAAAAAAAdY/gdVRWySHNtY/s1600-h/IMG_2420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SK1b5gyO2EI/AAAAAAAAAdY/gdVRWySHNtY/s320/IMG_2420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236942985313048642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Cangguk - Malay Dance funny &amp;amp; nice!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SK1b5zautgI/AAAAAAAAAdg/_ZtXczvax4c/s1600-h/IMG_2446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SK1b5zautgI/AAAAAAAAAdg/_ZtXczvax4c/s320/IMG_2446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236942990314747394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Dresscode: Traditional or Semi-formal but.. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SK1b6Kxtk1I/AAAAAAAAAdo/Z0YqyBuXS_w/s1600-h/IMG_2456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SK1b6Kxtk1I/AAAAAAAAAdo/Z0YqyBuXS_w/s320/IMG_2456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236942996585157458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Closest I could get to being patriotic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today was my first time experiencing a competitive netball match in the Social League. The League apparently is held every week but I am only included today as an extra player. It is a mix male-female game of course. The team comprises of Ivan, Sharvin, Shermayne, Ying Swan, Ilina, Audrey and Bronson. The latter two, being a funny couple which I met today, are real nice people (friendly) and according to Swan, Audrey's the UMSA netball coach (Never knew that until today). I was included in tonight's team thanks to Swan. Ran my heart out playing Center. The players were Whites mainly, big and lengthy but I was not intimidated by that fact. Scored only a point out of a 1/2 FG .. I would say its quite alright for a freshie. Got sweeped overall but it was a great experience. I will be back for more! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whom it may concern, I kept my promise the night before. All good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-6130639660443949851?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/6130639660443949851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=6130639660443949851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/6130639660443949851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/6130639660443949851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/08/merdeka-night.html' title='Merdeka Night'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SK1b5aYl6oI/AAAAAAAAAdI/1ny0LfYSgRo/s72-c/IMG_2356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-3266102283426435670</id><published>2008-08-10T13:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T13:56:37.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the Hell is Matt? (2008)</title><content type='html'>Where the hell is Matt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zlfKdbWwruY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zlfKdbWwruY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-3266102283426435670?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/3266102283426435670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=3266102283426435670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/3266102283426435670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/3266102283426435670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-hell-is-matt-2008.html' title='Where the Hell is Matt? (2008)'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-5998270761513525357</id><published>2008-08-09T06:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T06:44:58.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijing Olympics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SJzLAgO6AQI/AAAAAAAAAc4/J1CGGUVyDxY/s1600-h/Beijing+Olympics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SJzLAgO6AQI/AAAAAAAAAc4/J1CGGUVyDxY/s320/Beijing+Olympics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232280076610568450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;("One World One Dream")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The games have officially begun. I only manage to catch a glimpse of the Opening Ceremony due to the Laser Strike event that was held at the same time. Oh well.. Thankfully, youtube!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-5998270761513525357?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/5998270761513525357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=5998270761513525357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/5998270761513525357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/5998270761513525357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/08/beijing-olympics.html' title='Beijing Olympics'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SJzLAgO6AQI/AAAAAAAAAc4/J1CGGUVyDxY/s72-c/Beijing+Olympics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-8172564998364148022</id><published>2008-08-05T15:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T06:33:06.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sky Swing Snapshot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SJgEaeEmkTI/AAAAAAAAAcg/TW8yUareQn0/s1600-h/_MG_7049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SJgEaeEmkTI/AAAAAAAAAcg/TW8yUareQn0/s320/_MG_7049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230935819986309426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(On board the SkySwing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sho'08-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SJgFV_rpd8I/AAAAAAAAAco/3_LtSAvgpSE/s1600-h/IMG_1776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SJgFV_rpd8I/AAAAAAAAAco/3_LtSAvgpSE/s320/IMG_1776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230936842620729282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Overview)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bigger version of the Ship which takes a downwards parabolic path. Except for the fact that on the Ship, everything is computer controlled. This one, however, is all under your control. There is this trigger on our seats, when pulled, will release the swing to send us zooming down at a speed of 150km/hr. Its considerately fast aye? We made an agreement on who was going to pull it before we got on board. In the end, Vim who volunteered didn't even dared open his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down ... So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-8172564998364148022?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/8172564998364148022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=8172564998364148022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/8172564998364148022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/8172564998364148022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/08/sky-swing-snapshot.html' title='Sky Swing Snapshot'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SJgEaeEmkTI/AAAAAAAAAcg/TW8yUareQn0/s72-c/_MG_7049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-5556656341420524399</id><published>2008-08-05T04:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T04:54:34.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Updates</title><content type='html'>Updates on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have added links to some of my besties blogs labelled .sugar and spice. at the left hand corner. That sounds abit off my usual but I'll have a look to that when I am free. They are highly recommended reading materials; they keep my boredom away on lonely nights to be honest. Do check them out. Good stuffs! .. Somehow it makes my blog seemed a little lengthy. Do give me a "Print" if I happen to left anyone who wants to be linked, out. Apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-5556656341420524399?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/5556656341420524399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=5556656341420524399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/5556656341420524399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/5556656341420524399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/08/blogger-updates.html' title='Blogger Updates'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-7686763048374886594</id><published>2008-07-31T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T15:22:04.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kontakte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SJFl4kuQQII/AAAAAAAAAcQ/GL1UoK5DgnY/s1600-h/IMG_2260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SJFl4kuQQII/AAAAAAAAAcQ/GL1UoK5DgnY/s320/IMG_2260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229072664958615682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Kontakte)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I ended up with German after the French class was full. The assorted coloured book above is the textbook. Because of my illness; the whole of last week was skipped. :) I attended my first lecture only this week's Tuesday. Had a day off on Wednesday. And my German vocabulary test was today, Thursday.. only on my 2nd German class! Hard out aye? It went all good though. The test was pretty simple to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Poxes are all gone. Woohoo~ It's back to the community, people! 2nd semester is so far so good.. Already have some good activities to look forward to. One of them is Merdeka night! I will be taking part in the "Dikir Barat" and some sketch I think, I'm yet to see my script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, auf Wiedersehen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-7686763048374886594?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/7686763048374886594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=7686763048374886594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/7686763048374886594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/7686763048374886594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/07/kontakte.html' title='Kontakte'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SJFl4kuQQII/AAAAAAAAAcQ/GL1UoK5DgnY/s72-c/IMG_2260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-7934240034151439264</id><published>2008-07-27T17:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T18:32:52.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Pox</title><content type='html'>First week of Uni started out quite alright although I did not last through the week. Morning's are suppose to be bright and sunny to remind you about the brand new day; this one was dull however. I walked around the campus by myself. That made me look like a new being in town. It was good to wave at the many familiar faces again as they pass you by. The wind was exceptionally strong, not like that surprised me. My body was not feeling right on that very morning which makes the winter morning feel much colder than normal. I had to take shelter from the wind at the UMSA stall. Classes all went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning, my body pulled me down further. I started to get weaker by the day yet I was craving for some sushi. I thought maybe I was just hungry and a little bite of something would bring back the missing energy. I had sushi for the next 2 days; breakfast and lunch. It was on Tuesday night I found out that my body had some few funny blisters where you could happily go bursting them. Ouch* I did so to some of them and the raw skin that laid beneath the water bubble hurt ten times more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was barely able to sleep through the night. My head were running through some non-sensical thoughts as though they were flashbacks, the scenes were so real. I was having nightmares while I was awake. The dreams did not make any sense. I even asked myself again and again what was that all about yet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the guy&lt;/span&gt; that works my brain had no answer to it and again &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; replied with more. Cold sweat and restlessness broke out. The blisters were spreading all over me. Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help came on Friday morning. I went to see the Doctor that day and he diagnosed my illness as ... Chicken Pox! :((( of all the time for me to be getting ill.. but I'm feeling much better now after the medications.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-7934240034151439264?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/7934240034151439264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=7934240034151439264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/7934240034151439264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/7934240034151439264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/07/chicken-pox-to-cyclone-in-auckland.html' title='Chicken Pox'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-5266773905976157470</id><published>2008-07-17T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:23:50.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>204 cm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I went for Asia Games today held in the ASB Stadium. I have to admit the basketball guys from all around are really BIG, especially those from China. Sadly, we lost all the basketball games we played :( had difficulties rebounding lol. But I'm proud to tell you that we lost to CSA (China Student Association) by only 1 point; the team that thrashed every other teams. :))) It was so close, I missed the stupid layup that probably could have been the winner. Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm probably on the average for an Asian but there is this guy from CSA who really made me look like a small kid. I finally witness a DUNK, his dunk! It was an AWESOME one which sent shockwaves through my entire body. Unfortunately, he did not land too well after he let go off the rim. Everyone cheered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SH8w2qfisxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/6TzTL7LPEb0/s1600-h/204cm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SH8w2qfisxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/6TzTL7LPEb0/s320/204cm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223947808450720530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Giant! Small aren't I?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The guy I'm pointing at to my right is the tallest guy in the UMSA squad, Rui. The giant is clearly one head taller standing at 204 cm or 6foot8. Yao Ming is 229 cm for your info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Melissa later that night and once again La Porchetta for dinner in Parnell. No Moven Pick this time, instead, it was Chocolate Boutique's super "Gao" (Thick) Mexican Hot Chocolate lol :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-5266773905976157470?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/5266773905976157470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=5266773905976157470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/5266773905976157470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/5266773905976157470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/07/204-cm.html' title='204 cm'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SH8w2qfisxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/6TzTL7LPEb0/s72-c/204cm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-2037871332905893488</id><published>2008-07-17T15:09:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T19:41:15.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down to Wellington</title><content type='html'>My exams ended on the last day of the semester. While others were already free and easy, I had 2 papers on that day itself. Freedom did not take too long to come by though; I would say exam period devours time. Before I know it, I was all set for my flight down to Wellington on that very night. I was supposed to tag along Viveon to the airport but since his girlfriend was driving, it did not feel so right. Ended up paying 10 bucks for the Airport Shuttle. Went together with a couple of Petunia (Short for Petronas Union in Auckland) friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight down Wellington was smooth in a Qantas. We were treated like Business Class passengers since the flight was so empty. On board, the stewardess kept insisting that we take extra for everything that was served. That's weird. Come to think of it, they were probably leftovers from the journey before but nahh.. quality's assured. We touched down close to midnight. Funny thing was that my friend's luggages got on the flight to Christchurch instead so it took awhile for them to sort out the problem. While they were settling their luggages, we actually played Futsal in the deserted airport just like Joga Bonito. Some cab drivers joined as well lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweating like a pig, we boarded one cool cab that look as if it had undergone a "Pimp My Ride" transformation. From cool blue disco lights to average-size screens playing "Guns N Roses", all that and more. We got to Wellywood Backpackers, our pit-stop for the week, at midnight and were to hype up that we actually explored the city under harsh weather conditions instead of just resting in our bunk beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SH714KwxX-I/AAAAAAAAAaw/VjG6EW7Xqxc/s1600-h/IMG_1203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SH714KwxX-I/AAAAAAAAAaw/VjG6EW7Xqxc/s320/IMG_1203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223882963106750434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Here's how the bunk beds look like - 4 to a room. It wasn't really nice to sleep with people who snores!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The 4th day of Bersatu Games started the next day. By then most games were over already. I only managed to play Futsal for Petunia on the 5th day. It was all good getting myself up and running again after a period of "couch potato" due to exams. Stamina wise, I sucked. Those other Clubs were really rough.. we weren't far behind. :) I was left flying after a sliding tackle the very first time I came in contact with the ball. Ouch* We failed to qualify for the semis because of goal difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowds were LOUD on their mouths, hands and feet each cheering on their teams. Everybody was so full of spirit that day. We chant our own themes in rhythm to support the players and the opposing supporters retaliate with one of their own. There were a total of 10 teams I think from all around New Zealand competing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SH752ulCYqI/AAAAAAAAAa4/T8gUg1m7Uqg/s1600-h/IMG_1241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SH752ulCYqI/AAAAAAAAAa4/T8gUg1m7Uqg/s320/IMG_1241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223887336407982754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Watching the lions in their den)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The girls' futsal were so ganas especially during Finals between UMSA and PetSoc. They somehow played worse than the guys in terms of being aggressive at girls level. You rarely see  them play with such competitiveness. I admit the match was really exciting. The game was so intense and all that action needed an extra period before finally going down to penalty shootouts to decide the winner. PetSoc ended up winning 4 to 2. It was like EURO08' encore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SH753B6W7mI/AAAAAAAAAbA/5h7lQEM9R28/s1600-h/IMG_1228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SH753B6W7mI/AAAAAAAAAbA/5h7lQEM9R28/s320/IMG_1228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223887341597683298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Volleyball Finals- UMSA got gold)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SH753ZC6fvI/AAAAAAAAAbI/lZkfnhouK5Y/s1600-h/IMG_1230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SH753ZC6fvI/AAAAAAAAAbI/lZkfnhouK5Y/s320/IMG_1230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223887347807583986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Here's one with me lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SH8g2wal04I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Zu6AVJl4OBI/s1600-h/IMG_1260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SH8g2wal04I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Zu6AVJl4OBI/s320/IMG_1260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223930217854522242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Basketball action - UMSA got silver. Lincoln were champs! A disappointing end...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SH8mD-3B7xI/AAAAAAAAAbg/9yMyxoNQoK4/s1600-h/IMG_1275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SH8mD-3B7xI/AAAAAAAAAbg/9yMyxoNQoK4/s320/IMG_1275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223935942628339474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Takraw)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SH8mDmbgGXI/AAAAAAAAAbY/aCCtfYAQFYI/s1600-h/IMG_1300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SH8mDmbgGXI/AAAAAAAAAbY/aCCtfYAQFYI/s320/IMG_1300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223935936070424946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Badminton)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SH8mEDhfBtI/AAAAAAAAAbo/lSDw3v-O078/s1600-h/IMG_1305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SH8mEDhfBtI/AAAAAAAAAbo/lSDw3v-O078/s320/IMG_1305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223935943880148690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Probably the most unique picture taken in Wellington)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th Day of Bersatu Games also marks the end of it. We had the closing dinner in one of the rugby stadium in the VIP box. The place was overlooking the rugby field of course and the view from up there is just spectacular. You have to see it for yourself to understand it. The fact that it was not lighted up made it look a little dull though. The emcee said that for those "VIP" who wants to get their season pass in that box, they would need to pay 15k a year or something. Wow that's a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SH8qPJCCsQI/AAAAAAAAAbw/fkfsYdZUwQk/s1600-h/IMG_1323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SH8qPJCCsQI/AAAAAAAAAbw/fkfsYdZUwQk/s320/IMG_1323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223940532383953154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(United - This is cool!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UMSA took home most of the Gold this year so of course they were the overall winners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SH8qPeTtJzI/AAAAAAAAAb4/07P3pmqU4_8/s1600-h/IMG_1330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SH8qPeTtJzI/AAAAAAAAAb4/07P3pmqU4_8/s320/IMG_1330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223940538095183666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(UMSA president receiving the World Cup like trophy as the overall winners - I got to kiss it :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about Bersatu Games is that I get to meet up with friends from all over New Zealand. Here are two of them from my college:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SH8qPtdzQjI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Ug-zDC2m3zA/s1600-h/IMG_1319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SH8qPtdzQjI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Ug-zDC2m3zA/s320/IMG_1319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223940542164058674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Sheng &amp;amp; Amir &amp;amp; myself with my last minute makeover attire)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the end of Bersatu Games 08'. Next year, I really hope that it would be held in Auckland. It would be so much more comfortable for athletes like us to get a goodnight sleep in our very own beds, wake up fresh and be ready compete. Home court advantage! We would have to bid for it though. It is between Auckland and Parmerston North.. but pleaseeee, who would want to go to Parmerston North?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-2037871332905893488?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/2037871332905893488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=2037871332905893488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/2037871332905893488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/2037871332905893488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/07/down-to-wellington.html' title='Down to Wellington'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SH714KwxX-I/AAAAAAAAAaw/VjG6EW7Xqxc/s72-c/IMG_1203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-8255654579318701204</id><published>2008-07-13T22:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:33:31.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SHoP6lhJj3I/AAAAAAAAAao/NINlnxoOA48/s1600-h/IMG_5930a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SHoP6lhJj3I/AAAAAAAAAao/NINlnxoOA48/s320/IMG_5930a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222504217067491186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This portrait of me became the Uni's photography club's picture of the week. Sweeeet.. No cash prizes though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Picture taken and edited by Sho-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-8255654579318701204?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/8255654579318701204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=8255654579318701204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/8255654579318701204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/8255654579318701204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/07/picture-of-week.html' title='Picture of the Week'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SHoP6lhJj3I/AAAAAAAAAao/NINlnxoOA48/s72-c/IMG_5930a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-3199820285971442213</id><published>2008-07-12T12:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T12:22:55.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>I have just gotten back from my 1st Road Trip down to Rotorua and Mt. Ruapehu. For the first time, I drove~ :) The weather is extreme not only in the southern region but in Auckland too. I have only got 1 more week left of holidays so it would be a really busy week settling University stuffs and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a glimpse of the wonders of New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SHgwCSEODWI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Hbq10UeW9HY/s1600-h/IMG_2025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SHgwCSEODWI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Hbq10UeW9HY/s320/IMG_2025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221976583703498082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Snow!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; Another good news.. 3 cheers to Shiau who has started UniTen! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-3199820285971442213?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/3199820285971442213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=3199820285971442213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/3199820285971442213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/3199820285971442213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/07/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SHgwCSEODWI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Hbq10UeW9HY/s72-c/IMG_2025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-6045302019457737205</id><published>2008-06-24T19:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:13:37.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice-crystal Halo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SGDagcKznUI/AAAAAAAAAaI/KMhXuePTLCM/s1600-h/IMG_0979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SGDagcKznUI/AAAAAAAAAaI/KMhXuePTLCM/s320/IMG_0979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215408619347221826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Ice-crystal halo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lucky sight. Happened during my field trip to Goat Island. Not a spectacular one though. And no... there are no goats on the island. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-6045302019457737205?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/6045302019457737205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=6045302019457737205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/6045302019457737205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/6045302019457737205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/06/ice-crystal-halo.html' title='Ice-crystal Halo'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SGDagcKznUI/AAAAAAAAAaI/KMhXuePTLCM/s72-c/IMG_0979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-3007923099466305933</id><published>2008-06-23T19:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T19:32:16.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Streetball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SF-G8v_-EpI/AAAAAAAAAaA/mXOXkdspgYI/s1600-h/Streetball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SF-G8v_-EpI/AAAAAAAAAaA/mXOXkdspgYI/s320/Streetball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215035271753372306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Suburban)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-by Musa 08'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Street-balling under the noon sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-3007923099466305933?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/3007923099466305933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=3007923099466305933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/3007923099466305933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/3007923099466305933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/06/streetball.html' title='Streetball'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SF-G8v_-EpI/AAAAAAAAAaA/mXOXkdspgYI/s72-c/Streetball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-1683066299611668859</id><published>2008-06-22T12:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T17:25:29.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A change for once</title><content type='html'>As dark clouds loomed blocking out Sun rays, I know the final hour approaches..&lt;br /&gt;In Auckland, normally there would be no fear of getting drenched in a heavy downpour. Light showers along with soft breeze are probably the worst you would get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I spoke too soon. Crap! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week to go till my semester ends. Two papers down, another two coming up and both fall on the very last day. That's something to worry about but for now; I have got a few hours to spare so why not temporarily shove that thought out of the gloom to look at the days AFTER the exam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be heading down to Wellington for the Winter Games right after my final paper which ends at 5.30pm. My flight would be at 9.30pm. It's food for thought on how flight prices differ for late minute customers. My friends got their ticket about a month ago which cost NZ39 ONLY. When I book it only a few days back, it would only cost NZ66 if I were to take the 7.30pm flight. But due to several obvious reasons why I can't take that flight, I paid NZ93 and it is only a one-way ticket. That's a mouthful! :( Oh well, I hope the funds raised by Petunia, AUSA and NSC would sufficiently cover the cost. I'd be taking the train back. It's a special Scenic train called the Overlander which "chooo-chooo" through the countryside where roads travelled would not normally take you there. Surprisingly, it costs more than a RETURN flight ticket. :( My friend was saying "Have I not ride on a train before?" I told him this was a once in a lifetime ticket and it'd be worth it. He agreed to accompany me. Sure good scenic view through farmlands and over and across hilly areas.. its 12 hours long! On the lighter side, it's a once in a lifetime train ride. If you asked me when was the last time I took a train, I would not have an answer for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A more recent event.. I have just moved to a new room last Friday (20th of June 2008). It probably marks a NEW beginning. :) Took me a span of 7 hours to shift everything out and up with a help of a friend (Tuan). That includes moving the heavy tables and unpacked boxes, and rearranging them in a similar style (one that Wenn set up in my previous room). My friend and I shifted one after another with the help of two roller chairs as our push-cart. A gazillion times in and out the elevator! We left for dinner as the BIG stuffs are all arranged. He offered to help me with the rest but I declined. Dinner was on me in order to show my gratitude but it wouldn't fair up to the same amount I know because I have wasted half a day of his study period. Ooops..thanks alot seriously :( I got back to my room after dinner to find that there is still so much to do and to sum everything up took the rest of my night. The tinier bit is, as far as I would tell you, the most time consuming ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not all to it. Next morning I found out that the door lock works in the opposite way from the previous one (Hahh, I got lock OUT without breakfast). I had to wait an hour or so for the lazy reception lady to hand me the spare key. My apartment really has some stupid policy. Everything's about money to them but luckily I wasn't charge for that. Later then, I vacuumed the room and did laundry as well as super glued hooks to the walls and change the bed sheet. There there.. another wasted half a day but it's all good. I can finally rest peacefully in a room I call mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have mentioned the new room is similar to that of my previous one, arranged in a similar way as well so I don't feel any difference until I open my window! My room is seated at the same horizontal height to my old room (In maths: Along the Y-axis), only its 3 floors higher. That must mean a higher view (YES.. not so good for those acrophobic (Wiki) people), a better all around view (YES.. but pity the condensation drops are always fogging out windows), cooler (I feel so), and perhaps noisier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All's interesting and exciting. Sometimes I think I complain too much. I'm only allowed 3 (or 4) years here at most. I've learned that I can't just whine over what have been granted to you. Instead I have learned to appreciate all that matters. Life here is not as boring as I constantly brag about.. heh (A change?). But Malaysia is still my core and I would say nothing beats that (Nahhh..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's quote snubs bread with butter and jam and tells you I have changed to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everyday is a Nutella day" (Naomi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-1683066299611668859?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/1683066299611668859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=1683066299611668859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/1683066299611668859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/1683066299611668859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/06/change-for-once.html' title='A change for once'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-3963647550694985809</id><published>2008-06-16T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T18:53:06.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jersey 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SFZFceZOMgI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/X94_2kSFgvA/s1600-h/IMG_1184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SFZFceZOMgI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/X94_2kSFgvA/s320/IMG_1184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212429974225433090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jersey for the WinterGames.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They misspelt my name. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-3963647550694985809?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/3963647550694985809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=3963647550694985809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/3963647550694985809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/3963647550694985809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/06/jersey-2008.html' title='Jersey 2008'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SFZFceZOMgI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/X94_2kSFgvA/s72-c/IMG_1184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-4592357824207944014</id><published>2008-06-07T19:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T20:22:42.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>League of Clutch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SEp9NyRL5tI/AAAAAAAAAZw/qvbf-iJtF04/s1600-h/League+of+Clutch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SEp9NyRL5tI/AAAAAAAAAZw/qvbf-iJtF04/s320/League+of+Clutch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209113594793027282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superstardome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This would make a good wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-4592357824207944014?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/4592357824207944014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=4592357824207944014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/4592357824207944014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/4592357824207944014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/06/league-of-clutch.html' title='League of Clutch'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SEp9NyRL5tI/AAAAAAAAAZw/qvbf-iJtF04/s72-c/League+of+Clutch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-2109172393480304600</id><published>2008-06-05T20:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:30:38.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lone Star</title><content type='html'>Dinner yesterday cost a bomb. A real bomb. Prices for the main course on the menu were all above 30NzD. I had a hard time choosing the RIGHT dish for this once in a blue moon fancy restaurant dining. Again, it was Kenneth's Birthday (Real date this time) at Lone Star. Good stuff.. For starter, we ordered a small loaf of Garlic Bread (7NzD). I finally decided on "Cajun Chicken". On the table were four different dishes, my chicken, Pork Ribs, Steak and Lamb Leg I think. Big portions. The best has to be the Pork Ribs. How they were served, they stacked around 12 ribs vertically like "UNO Stacko" or classic "Jengga", smoothen with honey sweetened sauce and some other secret recipe. So "ton-gue-tantalizing". Cosy atmosphere. There were hot waiters, hotter waitresses. Good atmosphere for a date. Real pricey, elegantly suited. Fortunately, we have some coupons which offers "Buy One Free One". The total cost on the Menu was divided by 2. Lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last week of the semester. Woohoo..! Unfortunately, this means that exams aren't too far away, which is not so good. :( The pressure is ON! The countdown begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quote from Jit~ "When you want it most, there's no easy way out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardwork with no regrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-2109172393480304600?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/2109172393480304600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=2109172393480304600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/2109172393480304600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/2109172393480304600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-week-of-semester.html' title='Lone Star'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-2479117583804547957</id><published>2008-06-05T19:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:03:53.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NZ Featured Artist - Luke Thompson</title><content type='html'>It was about a month ago I caught Jars of Clay performing live at the Aotea Center. Before they got on stage, there were a few random artists who went up to show off their jigs. Yes, jigs. There was this guy who strummed his way through on his acoustic guitar promoting a few songs from his new album. He played some good country songs. He is Luke Thompson, New Zealand's featured artist. Heard of him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check his songs out at his site (On autoplay mode):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.lukethompsonmusic.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this, "Say You'll Stay" by him is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z5-G8448S4o&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z5-G8448S4o&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-2479117583804547957?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/2479117583804547957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=2479117583804547957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/2479117583804547957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/2479117583804547957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/06/nz-featured-artist-luke-thompson.html' title='NZ Featured Artist - Luke Thompson'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-2973352768044730934</id><published>2008-05-31T13:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T13:48:32.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glowing shark</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SEDmS9-tBLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/i2ijzBH02Mg/s1600-h/IMG_1180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SEDmS9-tBLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/i2ijzBH02Mg/s320/IMG_1180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206414382789887154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Gummy treat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-2973352768044730934?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/2973352768044730934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=2973352768044730934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/2973352768044730934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/2973352768044730934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/05/glowing-shark.html' title='Glowing shark'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SEDmS9-tBLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/i2ijzBH02Mg/s72-c/IMG_1180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-1534126933307310858</id><published>2008-05-27T19:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T20:25:40.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Wonders of the Ancient World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SDv1GdkTXuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/NToLHQ9EJ0U/s1600-h/SevenWondersOfTheAncientWorld.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SDv1GdkTXuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/NToLHQ9EJ0U/s320/SevenWondersOfTheAncientWorld.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205023285721652962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This illustration of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World I crop from the net really enchants me. The artist does rewind us to the past showing a great deal of the then magnificent structures during their high and almighty times. It is to say how great they actually were when built without any modern construction tools. The builders, slaves and exploited workers. Those were the days where philosophy did not exist. They build to please their Lords (being linked to Gods) when directed so, otherwise they would be exiled. The only Ancient Wonders that is still standing is The Great Pyramid of Giza. The others were all destroyed either by the force of nature or through barbaric inhumane act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know that Modern Wonders have been voted and established on the 7th of July 2007 ("Hey that's the date I flew over here"). Even so, these Ancient Wonders should never be forgotten. I'm proud to say they would live on in the hearts of many, and mine. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right, top to bottom: The Great Pyramid of Giza, Hanging Gardens of Babylon, Temple of Artemis at Epheseus, Statue of Zeus at Olympia, Mausoleum of Maussollos, Collossus of Rhodes and The Lighthouse of Alexandria. Pardon me for any misspellings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be great to be "able" to visit those Ancient Wonders. Sadly, the one we could now is only The Great Pyramid of Giza. I envy those that have been there. It would be great to visit the ruins as well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-1534126933307310858?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/1534126933307310858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=1534126933307310858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/1534126933307310858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/1534126933307310858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/05/seven-wonders-of-ancient-world.html' title='Seven Wonders of the Ancient World'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SDv1GdkTXuI/AAAAAAAAAZg/NToLHQ9EJ0U/s72-c/SevenWondersOfTheAncientWorld.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-5724886517665976871</id><published>2008-05-26T06:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T06:36:25.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quote by Mitch Albom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SDno39kTXsI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/QBuByqBky_U/s1600-h/books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SDno39kTXsI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/QBuByqBky_U/s320/books.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204446892520595138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Love, like rain,&lt;br /&gt;Can nourish from above,&lt;br /&gt;Drenching couples with a soaking joy.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;Under the angry heat of life,&lt;br /&gt;Love dries on the surface,&lt;br /&gt;and must be nourish from below,&lt;br /&gt;tending to its roots,&lt;br /&gt;Keeping itself alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Five PeopleYou Meet In Heaven, Mitch Albom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-5724886517665976871?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/5724886517665976871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=5724886517665976871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/5724886517665976871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/5724886517665976871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/05/quote-by-mitch-albom.html' title='A Quote by Mitch Albom'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SDno39kTXsI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/QBuByqBky_U/s72-c/books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-8027383452415297967</id><published>2008-05-25T20:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T04:57:34.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of collar bone to Ernie productions</title><content type='html'>My day today did not went too well. I beat my alarm clock to waking up first. That's a good start. After having breakfast of usual Muesli and other so-called "Health Food", I rushed to the Uni's study space hoping to finish up my readings. It was unusually pack, for a weekend, still the lucky charm worked, again. I got myself a reading cum computer space in a matter of seconds. I was hoping to get my rhythm flowing but things, unnecessary things, kept carving their path across my mind. Distraction was mainly from the computer. Upon logging on, web-surfing starts to flow through my veins so did the screen. Lack of self-discipline. Yadda-yadda... Distractions were majorly contributed by a basketball game between UMSA and the KIWI Asian club at noon. It was dilemma for me whether to play or not to play as my ankle wasn't completely healed. Though I did in the end ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just a friendly match but these guys seemed to be playing for pride. You see, we beat them last year. They went all out. So did ourselves I suppose but many of my mates weren't at their 100%. Weather effect :P The gym was exceptionally cold. Added the match tension, we can't really tell why our hands were "trembling". We bowed out to their upgraded squad in the final 4th... easy baskets and all. When I said they went all out, they really did. This guy, Wee Chin, a member of the UMSA team, went for an easy lay-up. Because it was THAT EASY, one of the opposing members went up on him. HARD! They collided mid-air and it was just too easy for that guy to use Wee Chin as his landing pad. I was at the other end of the gym while this happened though I witnessed the whole incident. The sound of the landing erupted and echoed across the gym. True, the guy managed a spectacular block off the board and he was up and going. Wee Chin however suffered serious injuries. A knock to his head and a fractured clavicle ( ..collar bone?). He was immediately taken to the hospital for further check up. You know what... This guy is a super nice fellow. In fact, he recently took part in some fund raiser to help those unfortunate victims of the China disastrous quake. God is sometimes, unfair. Or that's just how life is. Jun the mean girl tried to snap pictures of the situation =.= Get well soon brother... We'll miss you in the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as I sat in front of my laptop, I couldn't help scrolling through my msn list. Who doesn't? I am certainly free as I look on the outside, procrastinating on the inside. It was well worth though. I spoke to Ernie, so called friend who has forgotten me. Can't remember when the last time was though. Still she's sister #2. :P It was great catching up with you really. She has just finished her 1st year in Chemical Engineering, awaiting results. Good luck. I've learned that she may cook good meat dishes, but does not cook veggie dishes that well. Don't worry, I'll teach you when I get back. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 1:&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JL~ (F) says (12:26 a.m.):&lt;br /&gt;what do you think of my personality&lt;br /&gt;JL~ (F) says (12:26 a.m.):&lt;br /&gt;list the bad ones&lt;br /&gt;erny productions says (12:26 a.m.):&lt;br /&gt;bad ones?&lt;br /&gt;erny productions says (12:26 a.m.):&lt;br /&gt;i dun really pay attention to ppl's bad qualities&lt;br /&gt;erny productions says (12:26 a.m.):&lt;br /&gt;ur a great bro...&lt;br /&gt;erny productions says (12:26 a.m.):&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JL~ (F) says (12:54 a.m.):&lt;br /&gt;so what does Ernie produces?&lt;br /&gt;erny productions says (12:54 a.m.):&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;erny productions says (12:54 a.m.):&lt;br /&gt;nothing much&lt;br /&gt;erny productions says (12:54 a.m.):&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;erny productions says (12:55 a.m.):&lt;br /&gt;produces crap, lame jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same ole same ole. Just the way you are. Still, you have added meanness. I don't like you for that one. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SDlg2dkTXpI/AAAAAAAAAY4/2r3SPlLjXaM/s1600-h/DSCN8216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SDlg2dkTXpI/AAAAAAAAAY4/2r3SPlLjXaM/s320/DSCN8216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204297333169413778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nerdy-Erny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SDlg2tkTXqI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ncCWBn4YZsw/s1600-h/DSCN8188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SDlg2tkTXqI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ncCWBn4YZsw/s320/DSCN8188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204297337464381090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;The angst (Don't like the meanness).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-8027383452415297967?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/8027383452415297967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=8027383452415297967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/8027383452415297967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/8027383452415297967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/05/of-collar-bone-to-ernie-productions.html' title='Of collar bone to Ernie productions'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SDlg2dkTXpI/AAAAAAAAAY4/2r3SPlLjXaM/s72-c/DSCN8216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-6384665940749351670</id><published>2008-05-23T21:45:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T20:08:16.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi Moments</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had your sushi moments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely eat sushi you see, so THOSE are ginormous amount to me. I shall call this MY sushi moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The platter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SDbLpdkTXjI/AAAAAAAAAYI/CY4HRZBXIUA/s1600-h/IMG_1124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SDbLpdkTXjI/AAAAAAAAAYI/CY4HRZBXIUA/s320/IMG_1124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203570332645154354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Many eels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SDbLo9kTXiI/AAAAAAAAAYA/hSqlLl1cQzk/s1600-h/IMG_1121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SDbLo9kTXiI/AAAAAAAAAYA/hSqlLl1cQzk/s320/IMG_1121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203570324055219746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Many&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sushi rolls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SDbLp9kTXkI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/q_SEuNpSMo8/s1600-h/IMG_1123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SDbLp9kTXkI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/q_SEuNpSMo8/s320/IMG_1123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203570341235088962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Many more &lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The best part about this is that most of the rolls are Japanese rice filled. These are my favourite! And they don't come cheap here. Well this was supposed to be a 21st Birthday dinner celebration for Kenneth so all was on him. ;) Thanks ogre, you made my sushi moments. OH and as seen on the 2nd picture above, the Wasabi comes in the shape of a leaf. That's some art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SDf7p9kTXmI/AAAAAAAAAYg/7RVPuN4uBDg/s1600-h/IMG_1173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SDf7p9kTXmI/AAAAAAAAAYg/7RVPuN4uBDg/s320/IMG_1173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203904592769932898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gettin' creamed. Well done, James!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SDf7ptkTXlI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gYk6sZJ5gQ0/s1600-h/IMG_1170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SDf7ptkTXlI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gYk6sZJ5gQ0/s320/IMG_1170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203904588474965586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You'd be surprise, Durian cake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi rolls are really filling. I was told to come hungry for the dinner. I figured how many "sushis" would it take to fill 8 heads? I was shocked to see the platters laid on the table when I got there. First timer, will never forget my sushi moments. HAHA! Regret regret.. I was quite full due to a heavy lunch I had late in the evening. Still.. I took around 7 pieces. The dinner must have cost a bomb baby, seriously. Just look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            *                                              *                                              *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Tham Tham's 20th! ...and Ai Ling too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SDf_0dkTXnI/AAAAAAAAAYo/ZRlu_LLJlfA/s1600-h/Cheryl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SDf_0dkTXnI/AAAAAAAAAYo/ZRlu_LLJlfA/s320/Cheryl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203909171205070450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The only pic I have of you in my laptop. :( (Ms. Tham)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SDgBfNkTXoI/AAAAAAAAAYw/RPn26ShjRuo/s1600-h/P1060073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SDgBfNkTXoI/AAAAAAAAAYw/RPn26ShjRuo/s320/P1060073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203911005156105858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's Ai Ling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The only few in school to share the same birthdays. How lucky? Do you know of anyone sharing the same date as YOURS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-6384665940749351670?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/6384665940749351670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=6384665940749351670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/6384665940749351670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/6384665940749351670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/05/sushi-moments.html' title='Sushi Moments'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SDbLpdkTXjI/AAAAAAAAAYI/CY4HRZBXIUA/s72-c/IMG_1124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-5745683433113106707</id><published>2008-05-22T20:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T21:09:54.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glory glory ManUtd</title><content type='html'>The European Champions have been crowned in Moscow. It is the red-half of Manchester that is celebrating. Glory glory Manchester United!&lt;br /&gt;Give them credit for beating Chelsea; by what... through Penalties on the soaking wet pitch with top talents like Ronaldo, John Terry and Nicholas Anelka missing their shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the match, we saw Drogba got sent off. Manchester United couldn't take advantage of the 10 man team so the game went into shootouts instead after extra time with the score tied at 1-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronaldo wasn't confident at all in taking that spot kick which he missed. He hesitated before striking the ball towards the left where Cech was already heading that way. Saved! Nani had his fair bit of luck.. his ball was sent to where Cech had dived. The ball brushed pass Cech's glove to the back of the net. Anderson hit a straight "In-your-face" one next. It all came down to the Captain John Terry for the "thought-to-be" closure. The over-confident Terry thought he will win it all for Chelsea (taking the centerstage for the WIN). That's when he slipped (slightly) upon kicking sending the ball to the right post bouncing off it. Awww.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old-timer Giggs was confident enough to make his. Yes.. and winter acquisition&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; Nicholas Anelka's final shot was saved by the keeper. Van der Sar was of hero of the new Champions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it that being a Muslim, Anelka purposely strike the ball right where Van der Sar was diving towards; not wanting to win it for the Jew a.k.a Avram Grant (Sorry folks if this gets too offensive).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. Congratulations to Manchester United the 2008 Champions of Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SDVxQtkTXhI/AAAAAAAAAX4/rbjf1wqu5Dg/s1600-h/13868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SDVxQtkTXhI/AAAAAAAAAX4/rbjf1wqu5Dg/s320/13868.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203189476420181522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red Devils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/38867653-5745683433113106707?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/5745683433113106707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=5745683433113106707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/5745683433113106707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/5745683433113106707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/05/glory-glory-manutd.html' title='Glory glory ManUtd'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SDVxQtkTXhI/AAAAAAAAAX4/rbjf1wqu5Dg/s72-c/13868.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-5693133140533717178</id><published>2008-05-21T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T19:40:05.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoutbox upgrade</title><content type='html'>I'm giving the old shoutbox a try.. It is much smoother unlike the previous one. I have to edit the colours still to allow it to blend into the natural colours of the page. Feel free to drop anything there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petrology is killing me. Three hours looking down a petrographic microscope, my brain cells...ah! I walked out halfway through lab to grab lunch.. then, back to resume the work. This is not wrong. In fact, my lecturer encourages us to do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-5693133140533717178?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/5693133140533717178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=5693133140533717178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/5693133140533717178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/5693133140533717178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/05/shoutbox-upgrade.html' title='Shoutbox upgrade'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-3977921142465726709</id><published>2008-05-20T20:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:38:53.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good deeds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A good samaritan is more like a lucky person who had his chance to do a good deed and did so. We could argue over who is being the good guy and who is the bad one in showbiz; but when it comes to reality, can we simply judge people by the amount of good things he (or she) has done? He's the lucky one. The good stuffs just happen to appear more often in front of him.. and so if he does all that, we could call him a good samaritan then? .. OH don't get to the charity part. It will flux my point. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed down on two good deeds to help a friend today. On the other hand, I helped out another friend and one other stranger. Things sort of balance up. Oh well. I'm doing good and my ankle is healing well.. =] Pulled it slightly during ball. It's the time around where "Study Mood" is in need indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Spurs* are through! They stung the Hornets in their nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SDLUGTODPAI/AAAAAAAAAXw/-T6TeK9Ea7A/s1600-h/Sting+the+Spurs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SDLUGTODPAI/AAAAAAAAAXw/-T6TeK9Ea7A/s320/Sting+the+Spurs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202453724269853698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andrew D. Bernstein/NBAE/Getty Images&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids have loads to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-3977921142465726709?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/3977921142465726709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=3977921142465726709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/3977921142465726709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/3977921142465726709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-deeds.html' title='Good deeds'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SDLUGTODPAI/AAAAAAAAAXw/-T6TeK9Ea7A/s72-c/Sting+the+Spurs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-3233358763247436133</id><published>2008-05-13T20:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T15:17:52.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoutbox and short replies</title><content type='html'>My shoutbox doesn't seem to be working. I tried replying all but only the latest one (for Cheryl) appeared. It's high time to change this imperfecto to my old widget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear.. Come and I'll treat you to an "All-You-Can-Eat" Moven Pick, deal? Miss you toO, love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehn: Yupoo bro, we have MovenPick here as well. Tasted it? Its fantalicious! Seen your recent post about Arsenal. I admit they ran out of steam late game which sucks. But no worries man, I trust they'll be at their top playing great football. Congrats to MU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zeon: Hey hey xP Its the new and improved Zeon now laa? What happen to Deric? .. I'm all good now. Thank youuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ale: Hello back! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things: &lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="10" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I look at my white Arsenal away-kit, the great push the young lads made will be remembered. 3rd place is an encouragement; 3rd place is where we are that close to gold (or silver"wares"), almost there. Get well soon Eduardo! ~ Victory to Manchester United as the season comes to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NBA regular season comes to an end. Playoffs! Kobe is MVP! Go Lakers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not like to study concepts.. I would read facts and stats notes anytime then build concepts out of them for people to read about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timbaland - The Way I Are : Together we'd be the perfect soulmate. "I got no beaver!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-3233358763247436133?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/3233358763247436133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=3233358763247436133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/3233358763247436133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/3233358763247436133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/05/shoutbox.html' title='Shoutbox and short replies'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-4417928401556005927</id><published>2008-05-07T05:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T06:11:39.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KB24 is MVP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SCDU8KxUKxI/AAAAAAAAAXg/rW00gBd2vyQ/s1600-h/KB24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SCDU8KxUKxI/AAAAAAAAAXg/rW00gBd2vyQ/s320/KB24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197388100133989138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KB24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rocky Widner/NBAE/Getty Images&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now who would be wrong to hand the 11-year NBA pro the Maurice Podoloff Trophy? He has been outstanding playing an all-around game with a pinky for a finger, shouldering the load of his team during the absence of his supportive cast, being able to mesh and get the chemistry going with new-comer Pau, and finally taking his team "single-handedly" to the No.1 spot in the heavily Superstar-packed Western Conference. Who'd deserve more than Kobe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took 12 seasons, but ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KB24 is finally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MVP!&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 1px; height: 18px;" src="file:///C:/Users/Dusty/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-4417928401556005927?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/4417928401556005927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=4417928401556005927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/4417928401556005927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/4417928401556005927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/05/kb24-is-mvp.html' title='KB24 is MVP!'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SCDU8KxUKxI/AAAAAAAAAXg/rW00gBd2vyQ/s72-c/KB24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-7405734015914135891</id><published>2008-05-06T19:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T20:16:54.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfolded clothes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SCBH86xUKwI/AAAAAAAAAXY/B3PXngHk0V4/s1600-h/IMG_1114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SCBH86xUKwI/AAAAAAAAAXY/B3PXngHk0V4/s320/IMG_1114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197233081879374594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unfolded clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold is never mens' best friend. I thought I was smart enough to do my laundry on a weekday; on a day where the wind never seem to cease. I was even smarter to chuck the jacket insulating me into the washing machine and walk back home with only a real thin T. As a result, I caught this extremely friendly cold who's stuck to me like an old pal. Go away cold! The pile of laundry seen above... is what I'll be sleeping with for the night. I need a RedBull to get them folded at this hour, or else tomorrow it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least.. La Porchetta for dinner under Sky Tower. Hikki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-7405734015914135891?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/7405734015914135891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=7405734015914135891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/7405734015914135891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/7405734015914135891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/05/unfolded-clothes.html' title='Unfolded clothes'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SCBH86xUKwI/AAAAAAAAAXY/B3PXngHk0V4/s72-c/IMG_1114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-9053210330951328818</id><published>2008-05-05T20:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:38:48.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Snack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SB79baxUKvI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/wIlsC7enX8A/s1600-h/IMG_1108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SB79baxUKvI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/wIlsC7enX8A/s320/IMG_1108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196869667516590834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Butter &amp;amp; Jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My night snack. Bread with Anchor's pure butter and blackberry jam. Simply delicious! This normally goes with a cup of Blue Top milk. It'll be a good night after all that. No worries of getting fat whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pic: Bad lighting effect. Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-9053210330951328818?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/9053210330951328818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=9053210330951328818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/9053210330951328818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/9053210330951328818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/05/late-night-snack.html' title='Late Night Snack'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SB79baxUKvI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/wIlsC7enX8A/s72-c/IMG_1108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-1683034674535721750</id><published>2008-05-04T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:53:55.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semisonic - Closing Time</title><content type='html'>For no reason at all, this song has been revolving in my dreams for the past few nights and been playing in my conscious head every second since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing Time - Semisonic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KdmLmIArqWM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KdmLmIArqWM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-1683034674535721750?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/1683034674535721750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=1683034674535721750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/1683034674535721750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/1683034674535721750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/05/semisonic-closing-time.html' title='Semisonic - Closing Time'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-8417460482101751568</id><published>2008-05-04T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:47:30.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vim Punke'd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SB24s6xUKuI/AAAAAAAAAXI/6Oj9BoCZwoo/s1600-h/IMG_1096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SB24s6xUKuI/AAAAAAAAAXI/6Oj9BoCZwoo/s320/IMG_1096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196512626885274338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Punke'd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Vim. He claims that he's the #1 fan of Jason Lo and because of that, he got punked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened at the end of Food Night where we were kind enough to help the committee members to clean up the Marae. A nearby laptop was blasting music to keep the silent night outside away from the inside atmosphere. Vim went to the music source and scrolled through the entire playlists (500 over songs). To his disappointment plastered on his face, there weren't any JLo's tracks. That was when the idea came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he was away at the "Wahine" (Washroom), my friends and I took this golden opportunity to quickly change the title of a song to "Jason Lo - Evening News". When he got back, we told him that we manage to find a JLo song on one of the folders in there. You should have seen the expression on his face.. he got all hyped so we dared him to go switch the song. Being me, I'm really bad at pretending. The laughter was squeezing through my stomach so much so that I had to leave the scene for a moment. Immediately, "Amercan Idiot" blasted out loud from the speakers. We were laughing out like a bunch of wild donkeys! There were people who stared at us not knowing what had happened. We kept telling him how much we love JLo's song.. especially the one that's playing now. We idolized him for singing "American Idiot". Stun and speechless he was really. Lmao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a joke. Take it easy man.. cause you just got Punke'd!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-8417460482101751568?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/8417460482101751568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=8417460482101751568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/8417460482101751568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/8417460482101751568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/05/vim-punked.html' title='Vim Punke&apos;d'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SB24s6xUKuI/AAAAAAAAAXI/6Oj9BoCZwoo/s72-c/IMG_1096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-7197714284597112574</id><published>2008-05-03T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T22:58:38.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiwanos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SBx89qxUKtI/AAAAAAAAAW8/gojWm4L093s/s1600-h/IMG_1104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SBx89qxUKtI/AAAAAAAAAW8/gojWm4L093s/s320/IMG_1104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196165468973705938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Rare Kiwanos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't normally see them around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-7197714284597112574?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/7197714284597112574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=7197714284597112574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/7197714284597112574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/7197714284597112574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/05/kiwanos.html' title='Kiwanos'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SBx89qxUKtI/AAAAAAAAAW8/gojWm4L093s/s72-c/IMG_1104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-5594477967649978943</id><published>2008-05-02T20:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T20:50:07.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply snacks for supper</title><content type='html'>I have to record this down. Today I had something extraordinary for supper.. Sure the usual bubble tea with pearls came along. What I had today was cow's tongue pierced on a stick just like satay and deep fry chicken cartilage. This is my first time trying those food and yes its pretty unusual for late night snacks. The tongue had a unique texture; like sponge, barely able to tear upon biting. It took me a great deal of time to much them into bits. The taste was nullified with the added spices and sauces. It tasted like BBQ chicken breasts, so eating them was alright. It was the thought of it being a cow's tongue that made me disgusted. As for the cartilages, they're just like popcorn chicken. I swallowed everything down, including my thoughts, with the bubble tea. Taro is still the best of all but tonight I had Jasmine Milk Tea instead; and they forgot my pearls. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those snacks didn't come cheap. They're sure to make a hell lot from it consider those cartilages and tongues are meant to be disposed off during slaughter. Oh.. and it was my turn on the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry cows, I frenched you. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-5594477967649978943?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/5594477967649978943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=5594477967649978943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/5594477967649978943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/5594477967649978943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/05/simply-snacks-for-supper.html' title='Simply snacks for supper'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-3293247076060096218</id><published>2008-05-01T11:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T12:14:49.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SBlBUKxUKsI/AAAAAAAAAW0/pmtyd6fEDuY/s1600-h/IMG_1078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SBlBUKxUKsI/AAAAAAAAAW0/pmtyd6fEDuY/s320/IMG_1078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195255459892964034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Old Science Building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the Grand Opening of the SciSpace. In case you can't figure out what a SciSpace is, its NOT just any ordinary place for Science students to rest and relax, its the FIRST AND ONLY Space the Science faculty has on its block. Like finally! Its quite an open area. On the other side (Still part of this space) is where Maths and Stats Help "space" is. The two are separated by an office block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening of this space marks the beginning of a new chapter... the dawn of a new age! Yes seriously, the Science building is really old. To top it up, its painted dirt brown which makes the building look ancient.. a historical sight. Compare this with the Engineering building, the Science space looks cheap and lazily designed. The interior, we still use hand-push doors to get from one place to another while the Engineering building has the auto-glass doors which open up when the sensor detects you. Also we have no such 24/7 computer labs that of the Engineering building. That's unfair; no wonder most engineers get their design projects done on time. Our lecture theatres (some of them) still uses chalk and dusters like old school to teach. Coughs* Compare the old Science building with the newly built Fisher and Pakyll building for Business students. OhMY! :O Our building would probably gain a couple of points on the historical site rankings. I doubt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO this is how people conclude things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Science &lt; Engineering &lt; Business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently, they have started interior renovation on almost all sections. That's a good sign. They have also replaced the comps in the labs with all new MAC pcs but it still closes at 8 though. In time to come, from what I've heard, they are going to remodel the whole building for a complete new look, or even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Now we are starting to be off equal standards. Just wait you business/engineering peeps! We are slow, but we are the first and we are steady. We're not only into miniscule microscopic science research projects thus not getting all trendy ourselves, cause we will be.. eventually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Science = Engineering = Business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once again, I remind you that the opening of this SciSpacre marks the beginning of something from Science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free food and drinks! Yes.. I'm high on sugar after that much consumption. Oh! There's this one specific chocolate coated honey comb cookie which got me jumping around looking for more! I'm no cookie fan but THAT was irresistible. I'm yet to know the brand; I'd fill my cookie box up with that for the next couple of weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-3293247076060096218?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/3293247076060096218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=3293247076060096218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/3293247076060096218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/3293247076060096218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/05/old-science-building-today-is-grand.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SBlBUKxUKsI/AAAAAAAAAW0/pmtyd6fEDuY/s72-c/IMG_1078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-8641062934077152836</id><published>2008-04-30T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T16:36:08.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>B a d n e w s !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again.. my final paper(S) for the exam falls on the very last day. More time to study, more time to get prepared? So not true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bersatu Games starts on the 28th of June, mine ends on 30th. :S I guess a trip down Wellington is far from a glimmer of hope. Its cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope a trip to Fiji would be on... I need a getaway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the present scale, its HuluCat Day this Friday! ..and more time for SouthPark during the weekends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-8641062934077152836?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/8641062934077152836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=8641062934077152836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/8641062934077152836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/8641062934077152836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/04/b-d-n-e-w-s-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-5171612845132809338</id><published>2008-04-15T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:04:22.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raptor-Gator</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mascot malfeasance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SASXbkFKVuI/AAAAAAAAAWk/e_rKrbkSztA/s1600-h/Raptor-Gator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SASXbkFKVuI/AAAAAAAAAWk/e_rKrbkSztA/s320/Raptor-Gator.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189439170435241698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ron Turenne/NBA/Getty Images&lt;/i&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/38867653-5171612845132809338?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/5171612845132809338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=5171612845132809338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/5171612845132809338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/5171612845132809338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/04/raptor-gator.html' title='Raptor-Gator'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/SASXbkFKVuI/AAAAAAAAAWk/e_rKrbkSztA/s72-c/Raptor-Gator.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-2872367717061989209</id><published>2008-04-06T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:39:20.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Don't be a dick!"</title><content type='html'>Will Wheaton says "Don't be a dick!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;b&gt;Watch this..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jHjFxJVeCQs&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jHjFxJVeCQs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-2872367717061989209?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/2872367717061989209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=2872367717061989209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/2872367717061989209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/2872367717061989209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/04/dont-be-dick.html' title='&quot;Don&apos;t be a dick!&quot;'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-1469027601201018200</id><published>2008-03-24T18:44:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T20:49:47.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Davonport Trip</title><content type='html'>Picture Story. A thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;A chance to get away from home on Easter for my night revisions. Yep, I'd make that swap. I was a little undecided when I was offered the deal. My friend Idris convinced me to go saying that "This is an opportunity. If it is not for Easter, we wouldn't go. You wouldn't have time on your weekends during normal times... bla bla..". Yep, my time management suck anyways so let's go. Off I went to get my bag packed at home only to realize there's nothing extra I could bring from home. I was at my friend's place before that. Two and fro, the distance is around 3km? Complete waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destination: Davonport.&lt;br /&gt;We left for the port at around 5.50pm to catch the 6pm ferry. Unlike fellow Malaysians with the infamous Malaysian timing, the ferry is really punctual and leaves at 6pm SHARP. Well we weren't late but one of my friend was so ... hehee. Thankfully, the ferry does it's rounds every half-an-hour. Well everything happens for a reason... While waiting, we got ourselves Ice-creams from Valentino's Gelato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eNVQhUC4I/AAAAAAAAATo/Xu1-Q7L4YtE/s1600-h/IMG_0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eNVQhUC4I/AAAAAAAAATo/Xu1-Q7L4YtE/s320/IMG_0458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181265292664507266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ice-cream head. This is "Vanilla Hazelnut", which sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eNVwhUC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/jB57Mt9PxbE/s1600-h/IMG_0462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eNVwhUC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/jB57Mt9PxbE/s320/IMG_0462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181265301254441874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sailing away from the City of Sails was a great feeling. I had this thought, or rather visualized  myself being stuck in the city for 3 straight years as if behind bars. Horrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eRcwhUC9I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/tLAeTwkZd7Q/s1600-h/IMG_0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eRcwhUC9I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/tLAeTwkZd7Q/s320/IMG_0476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181269819560037330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mt. Victoria. Our destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eQPQhUC6I/AAAAAAAAAT4/qb0npw75c0g/s1600-h/IMG_0485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eQPQhUC6I/AAAAAAAAAT4/qb0npw75c0g/s320/IMG_0485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181268488120175522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Nikes hee! Hiking? No problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two options to reach the summit of Mt. Victoria. The shorter yet steeper path or the long winding road for cars. Being a young man.. not to mention being lazy, we decided to hike up. You wouldn't realize how steep the slope was till you turn to look behind your back. There was not a proper path either so I 'could have' slipped if I weren't too careful with my steps. Each step I took took a lung-full of breath away which caused dizziness at the summit. Lasted a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eQQAhUC8I/AAAAAAAAAUI/oC7M0aikCU0/s1600-h/IMG_0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eQQAhUC8I/AAAAAAAAAUI/oC7M0aikCU0/s320/IMG_0495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181268501005077442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Half-way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The view at the top was spectacular. Portrait views, like those painted on post-cards. Mt. Victoria used to be a fort for the New Zealand army to void pirates away. There were clear historical signs all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eQPwhUC7I/AAAAAAAAAUA/oDjCcE4on6o/s1600-h/IMG_0497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eQPwhUC7I/AAAAAAAAAUA/oDjCcE4on6o/s320/IMG_0497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181268496710110130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Historical sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eWFghUDBI/AAAAAAAAAUw/6HEj6ItapNc/s1600-h/IMG_0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eWFghUDBI/AAAAAAAAAUw/6HEj6ItapNc/s320/IMG_0507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181274917686217746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is good for your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eYqghUDGI/AAAAAAAAAVY/y-mozUKkxs0/s1600-h/IMG_0510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eYqghUDGI/AAAAAAAAAVY/y-mozUKkxs0/s320/IMG_0510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181277752364633186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Khairy. Final year Medic student. See those white hairs died black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eWFwhUDDI/AAAAAAAAAVA/8GyTlmoFrE4/s1600-h/IMG_0548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eWFwhUDDI/AAAAAAAAAVA/8GyTlmoFrE4/s320/IMG_0548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181274921981185074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Malay friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eRdAhUC_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/tAI85OQ43UY/s1600-h/IMG_0539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eRdAhUC_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/tAI85OQ43UY/s320/IMG_0539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181269823855004658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Defying gravity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The place grows gigantic mushrooms as well. Furtile soil, very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eZughUDHI/AAAAAAAAAVg/BLK-_Eh9MgI/s1600-h/IMG_0518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eZughUDHI/AAAAAAAAAVg/BLK-_Eh9MgI/s320/IMG_0518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181278920595737714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shroom field. Bad dudes from Classic Super Mario?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eRcwhUC-I/AAAAAAAAAUY/Bx4Sq_TKrAs/s1600-h/IMG_0532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eRcwhUC-I/AAAAAAAAAUY/Bx4Sq_TKrAs/s320/IMG_0532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181269819560037346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tough 'Shroom' to crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eWFQhUDAI/AAAAAAAAAUo/G_NcTr6wFbc/s1600-h/IMG_0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eWFQhUDAI/AAAAAAAAAUo/G_NcTr6wFbc/s320/IMG_0563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181274913391250434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being a Giant. Behind me, the map of Auckland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eWFwhUDCI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Hb5ZRhZWKnM/s1600-h/IMG_0519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eWFwhUDCI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Hb5ZRhZWKnM/s320/IMG_0519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181274921981185058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sun sets eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was still really happening up at the summit even though there weren't any streetlamps. No signs of light at all except for those from the the city and the eerie looking moon. There were people who actually drove up as well, blasting music from their cars. Bad place to be for couples despite the romantic view around. It was all great till it started to get chilly. I was shivering. Soon, it was dinner time and the good thing about being with Malaysian Malay friends are that they are all well prepared. They brought along food from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eevQhUDNI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/0W5UwvYm-aM/s1600-h/IMG_0626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eevQhUDNI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/0W5UwvYm-aM/s320/IMG_0626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181284431038778578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nasi Lemak ~ Classic! :x Probably the first Malaysian to eat Nasi Lemak at the peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We joke around as we were eating. We had nothing but the eerie looking moon and lights from our phones to illuminate our food. After dinner, we cleared EVERYTHING. There were small bits of plastic leftovers that was blown away by the wind. Yep, we took them up too not wanting to litter the scenic spot. Headed back to the port with the long winding way this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eedwhUDMI/AAAAAAAAAWI/E2zk0VT_mK0/s1600-h/IMG_0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eedwhUDMI/AAAAAAAAAWI/E2zk0VT_mK0/s320/IMG_0636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181284130391067842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eerie looking Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eYqghUDFI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/DtZdx08TK7A/s1600-h/IMG_0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eYqghUDFI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/DtZdx08TK7A/s320/IMG_0665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181277752364633170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zebra-crossing pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We tested the New Zealanders at this point. See.. there was a car heading our way but it was still quite a distance away. We stopped right before the Zebra-crossing to wait for the car to pass. To our surprise, the car came to a halt at that point for us to safely walk across the road. It's really not surprising at all for the outskirts New Zealanders to do so. Talk about the city, its rare to find such people there. OH don't even mention Malaysia. Having a zebra-crossing back home would be pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eYpwhUDEI/AAAAAAAAAVI/62up4p2EOdQ/s1600-h/IMG_0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eYpwhUDEI/AAAAAAAAAVI/62up4p2EOdQ/s320/IMG_0668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181277739479731266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Multi-cultural Friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's three great views of Auckland at different times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-ebpghUDKI/AAAAAAAAAV4/jmIwQpOlnq8/s1600-h/IMG_0499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-ebpghUDKI/AAAAAAAAAV4/jmIwQpOlnq8/s320/IMG_0499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181281033719647394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-ebowhUDJI/AAAAAAAAAVw/8TnalhvwEeE/s1600-h/IMG_0599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-ebowhUDJI/AAAAAAAAAVw/8TnalhvwEeE/s320/IMG_0599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181281020834745490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dusk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-ebpghUDLI/AAAAAAAAAWA/5bTw9tptvDU/s1600-h/IMG_0622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-ebpghUDLI/AAAAAAAAAWA/5bTw9tptvDU/s320/IMG_0622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181281033719647410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-1469027601201018200?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/1469027601201018200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=1469027601201018200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/1469027601201018200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/1469027601201018200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/03/davonport-trip.html' title='Davonport Trip'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-eNVQhUC4I/AAAAAAAAATo/Xu1-Q7L4YtE/s72-c/IMG_0458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-3389546697986587385</id><published>2008-03-23T19:08:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T06:25:38.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Week Fun</title><content type='html'>Happy Easter people!  For the first time, I attended Church on a Good Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of goodies and Chocolate eggs to be shared around; also a week's break to ease the workload from eventual overflowing. Okay I'm not here to blog about work but yeah primarily, I've got two assignments due this Friday, a day's long Field Trip for the weekends then two tests ON THE SAME day the following week. God Help Me! I can't take this break for granted. Seriously, no no no.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its Easter. Everybody benefits from the break. I went down to Queens (The Main Street) to get lunch only to find out that all the shops were closed. Seem to be the busiest street any other days, today the street was totally empty, nothing!, not a single soul within say 10 meters of radius from me. Ha! They could afford to close the road lanes for re-tarring. It would be chaos to do this on normal working days. Okay so the FastFood outlets were open, the usual exploiting employees thingy tempting them with Double Pay. Mann.. I'd rather be home. Should I be thankful for this or am I one of them to be blamed because that's where I got lunch from. I left for Uni's student commons wanting to do some readings but it was closed. There goes my spirit for the day. I am really not used to studying at home. Too much distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know I had to pay for Internet usage in Uni last year? Costs like 7 cents per MB during peak hours. That's really a rip-off. Here's the good news. It's FREE now thanks to some complications done by the AUSA first Asian president. Woohoo~ Great job there. See what Asians can do in a foreign land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, I attended Jars of Clay concert at the Aotea Center. It costs like 45 bucks and I got it for a discounted price of 15 NzD. What an Easter Bargain! Went with a few Malaysian friends. This Rock group, I've heard of them and only knew ONE song which was "Flood". So I guess you see my point? I rocked comfortably singing along when they played "Flood", and rocked, as well, uncomfortably and pretended to sing (Well, lip-singing) throughout. Ha hA! Their songs are arguably Good because I actually liked it even though that's the first time I heard it. Live! Is it like a trend or something.. It seems every concert, so far for the ones I've attended, the rock groups would "pretend" that they have come to an end and leave the stage. The fans the crowd would then get all hyped up and start chanting "Encore Encore Encore..." and what's next? They're back on stage playing their final one two songs. It happened here and we went like, Ole.. Ole ole ole.. Ole.. Ole. Ole.. Ole ole ole.. Ole.. Ole. Hallelujah or something.. and Poof* They're back rocking! If I was them, I would have let them carry on with their chanting and Laugh Hahaha! Out Loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-Y-EghUCxI/AAAAAAAAASw/8Rux3iXVd0A/s1600-h/IMG_0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-Y-EghUCxI/AAAAAAAAASw/8Rux3iXVd0A/s320/IMG_0442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180896668506393362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a picture of the ticket, 15NzD only! Rm45.. come on, that's a sweet deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At the entrance, the one in charge of clipping the tickets actually collected the whole thing instead of just tearing it. OMG! I couldn't bare witness losing my copy. :S Well upon exiting, I manage to get back a copy from the guards (after some begging) but it wasn't the exact one. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-Y-FAhUCyI/AAAAAAAAAS4/31yliM4j75o/s1600-h/IMG_0444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-Y-FAhUCyI/AAAAAAAAAS4/31yliM4j75o/s320/IMG_0444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180896677096327970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The stage was set. The lightings were awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-Y-xwhUC1I/AAAAAAAAATQ/AtVcZEVaIAo/s1600-h/IMG_0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-Y-xwhUC1I/AAAAAAAAATQ/AtVcZEVaIAo/s320/IMG_0448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180897445895474002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's Dan Haseltine the vocalists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Photography was NOT allowed. If caught, you'd be thrown out. I was lucky enough to snap a couple before the warning smacked me. The night was just great. It started at 7pm and ended around 10pm. Left in a hurry to FoodTown to do my grocery shopping right after. I had to. I was in desperate need of food and FoodTown (normally 24/7) will be taking a long break for Easter. Yep. It closed at 11 that night. Had to rush so there weren't anytime to snap post-concert pictures. I had an opportunity to snap a picture of the moon though, on the way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-Y-FQhUCzI/AAAAAAAAATA/Ll7D9l_Mbt0/s1600-h/IMG_0450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-Y-FQhUCzI/AAAAAAAAATA/Ll7D9l_Mbt0/s320/IMG_0450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180896681391295282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After some readings today, I decided to do some workout or any activities I could possibly find other than walking. Was suppose to play VolleyBall with friends, ended up playing WaterPolo with the Volle~y ball. Bad mistake! The pool was chlorinated excessively. You could smell it; you could feel them burn your eyes without a pair of goggles. My eyes were red. I enjoyed at the very least. Never expected to ever swim in Auckland. Now, my whole room smells like chorine. Engulfed in Chlorine. Yeah.. my wet pants. I have no place to dry it. That's the source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-Y-xghUC0I/AAAAAAAAATI/8L_7o7pCAHs/s1600-h/IMG_0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-Y-xghUC0I/AAAAAAAAATI/8L_7o7pCAHs/s320/IMG_0455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180897441600506690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Freakin' stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As for now ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-Y-yAhUC2I/AAAAAAAAATY/3mi3DS7bXQY/s1600-h/IMG_0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-Y-yAhUC2I/AAAAAAAAATY/3mi3DS7bXQY/s320/IMG_0456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180897450190441314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zzzzz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night. Have a lovely Easter break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Flood by Jars of Clay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wNGLU_VsePg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wNGLU_VsePg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another better version of it (mix).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-3389546697986587385?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/3389546697986587385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=3389546697986587385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/3389546697986587385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/3389546697986587385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-week-fun.html' title='Easter Week Fun'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R-Y-EghUCxI/AAAAAAAAASw/8Rux3iXVd0A/s72-c/IMG_0442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-4649861702941065189</id><published>2008-03-09T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T20:16:53.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R9PUpHs4VkI/AAAAAAAAASo/aE6jA-QRBSM/s1600-h/IMG_0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R9PUpHs4VkI/AAAAAAAAASo/aE6jA-QRBSM/s320/IMG_0438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175714199685846594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quench many mouth, it has. Once, Wen's. It's mine now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-4649861702941065189?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/4649861702941065189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=4649861702941065189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/4649861702941065189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/4649861702941065189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/03/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R9PUpHs4VkI/AAAAAAAAASo/aE6jA-QRBSM/s72-c/IMG_0438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-5466667045506255438</id><published>2008-03-05T18:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T18:14:41.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First 2008 Uni book</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's what I study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R85yEBog41I/AAAAAAAAASg/o99TYOsePuY/s1600-h/IMG_0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R85yEBog41I/AAAAAAAAASg/o99TYOsePuY/s320/IMG_0433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174198435378684754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 33rd copy: For Free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-5466667045506255438?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/5466667045506255438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=5466667045506255438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/5466667045506255438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/5466667045506255438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-2008-uni-book.html' title='First 2008 Uni book'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R85yEBog41I/AAAAAAAAASg/o99TYOsePuY/s72-c/IMG_0433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-1814334802865179093</id><published>2008-03-05T18:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T18:10:21.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Title changed</title><content type='html'>A picture a day. Instead of a post. It'll be handy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-1814334802865179093?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/1814334802865179093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=1814334802865179093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/1814334802865179093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/1814334802865179093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/03/title-changed.html' title='Title changed'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-8382949341796756964</id><published>2008-03-03T17:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T18:25:41.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thing that matters most</title><content type='html'>The things that matters most will be there when you call to it. But not always.. You'll tend to scream your lungs out calling to it, but it still won't show itself to you. A place called home. I'm missing it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiau and the miceys were there plus Xu to wave me off at my place. Jit was there too; he left early because he had to go fetch his mum from the LRT station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R8vJUwCUtXI/AAAAAAAAASI/BIuTfvCpwvE/s1600-h/IMG_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R8vJUwCUtXI/AAAAAAAAASI/BIuTfvCpwvE/s320/IMG_0411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173449955294360946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Su-Ann was shocked when she found out that I was leaving on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R8vJVACUtYI/AAAAAAAAASQ/27MGwZyCBCM/s1600-h/IMG_0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R8vJVACUtYI/AAAAAAAAASQ/27MGwZyCBCM/s320/IMG_0410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173449959589328258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Orange-fest. Xeeling, sobbing tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why.. Jit came back to meet up with me at the airport with Weng and Ying Choy as company. They wanted to surprised me but Ying Choy really blew it over the phone. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R8vIXQCUtVI/AAAAAAAAAR4/R_ZMuBDN1lM/s1600-h/IMG_0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R8vIXQCUtVI/AAAAAAAAAR4/R_ZMuBDN1lM/s320/IMG_0423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173448898732406098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buds we shall be. No tears, that's lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R8vHdwCUtUI/AAAAAAAAARw/-xne_4iSw-s/s1600-h/IMG_0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R8vHdwCUtUI/AAAAAAAAARw/-xne_4iSw-s/s320/IMG_0417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173447910889928002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wen and I.. (emo me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R8vIXgCUtWI/AAAAAAAAASA/lSEuidEoxp4/s1600-h/IMG_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R8vIXgCUtWI/AAAAAAAAASA/lSEuidEoxp4/s320/IMG_0426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173448903027373410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family, where the heart and soul rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Goodbye Folks. Had a splendid time in Malaysia and I'll be back soon enough to shatter the peace during my absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-8382949341796756964?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/8382949341796756964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=8382949341796756964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/8382949341796756964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/8382949341796756964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/03/thing-that-matters-most.html' title='Thing that matters most'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R8vJUwCUtXI/AAAAAAAAASI/BIuTfvCpwvE/s72-c/IMG_0411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-7782129179167844289</id><published>2008-01-20T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T02:57:29.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be-early 20th Birthday</title><content type='html'>Age is just a number. To hit 20 seems like the start of a brand new life. The start of the ageing process? :O LOL! Now now, age wouldn't rip your youthful looks apart. Most people claim that this would be the stepping stone to adulthood already. It signals the end of teenage years and therefore the start of being ..old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Snorts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now that I'm 20, I feel fine. I would "not" mention the constant backache part. I think its due to my computer chair. Time to change! :D Come on people! Its still possible to count your age with all that's attached to you (fingers and toes) and honestly, nothing has changed at all. So why worry? Other than losing those great times being a teen which would soon be replaced by the 20-30s gap, you don't lose anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how I spent my last day being a teenager. My friends and I had already planned on a "Food Marathon" weeks back and what better day to do this other than today (Friday) where everyone is free! The idea started when Jit told me about this "Foodbook" (on it, there are thousands of food recommendations&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; and fancy places to dine in) weeks back. He said he's been drooling all over the book just by looking at fine pictures of food. I only got hold of this book on the day itself but failed to get a picture of it. I do however remember a thing or two about it not to worry. Behind it there's an MPH price tag with numbers RM15.90. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late. Got caught up in a jar of jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R5N_1pDPbfI/AAAAAAAAAOU/J2Y6JZsqmNM/s1600-h/IMG_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R5N_1pDPbfI/AAAAAAAAAOU/J2Y6JZsqmNM/s320/IMG_0174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157606557798591986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Take a look at the rear-view mirror. Stupid traffic lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Took me at least 30 minutes to get across the Bandar Utama Bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop, Tony Roma's at Cineleisure, Damansara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R5N6DZDPbcI/AAAAAAAAAN8/0gfXNAUq1JI/s1600-h/IMG_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R5N6DZDPbcI/AAAAAAAAAN8/0gfXNAUq1JI/s320/IMG_0177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157600196952026562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The people. From left: Shiau, Ian, Weng and Jit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R5N6EJDPbdI/AAAAAAAAAOE/c_5ZXr5cxRM/s1600-h/IMG_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R5N6EJDPbdI/AAAAAAAAAOE/c_5ZXr5cxRM/s320/IMG_0176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157600209836928466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The food. Fried mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was a starter before the food came. Slices of French baguette with garlic paste. We ordered some pieces of Chicken too. Jit being stubborn took the bill of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portion was big. Our stomachs were filling up too quickly. I'm no big eater just so you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, SakaeSushi. It drizzled as we walk there making the weather not so extreme. Cool day. Jit, Weng and Ian got to the place first as Shiau and I had some business to do. By saying business, I mean to wait for Soon Lee. It was his lunch break then. This guy was wearing a Polo with the word "BlueTooth Transmitter" imprinted. It was the big Sony BlueTooth day he told us. Oohh and female workers at Sony wear "BlueTooth Receiver". Dry humour I know. By the time we got back, food was served. On the table, there were two plates of soft shell crabs and some fried Salmon. I asked Jit why he ordered those. My primary intention was to ask why he ordered those dishes as I think they would be really expensive. He, on the other hand said "OMG! Sorry I forgot you don't take seafood". I don't actually but its "Food Marathon" anyways, we're supposed to try every dish that appears on the table. And so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R5OCRJDPbhI/AAAAAAAAAOk/c7499MRDRL0/s1600-h/IMG_0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R5OCRJDPbhI/AAAAAAAAAOk/c7499MRDRL0/s320/IMG_0186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157609229268250130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "OMG" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R5N_1JDPbeI/AAAAAAAAAOM/xnrb6X5zRZA/s1600-h/IMG_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R5N_1JDPbeI/AAAAAAAAAOM/xnrb6X5zRZA/s320/IMG_0178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157606549208657378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soft-shell crabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R5OCQpDPbgI/AAAAAAAAAOc/1Q1_J6DgzEA/s1600-h/IMG_0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R5OCQpDPbgI/AAAAAAAAAOc/1Q1_J6DgzEA/s320/IMG_0181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157609220678315522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salmon/rice and Tofu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R5OFYZDPbiI/AAAAAAAAAOs/eSbAem90Zkw/s1600-h/IMG_0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R5OFYZDPbiI/AAAAAAAAAOs/eSbAem90Zkw/s320/IMG_0183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157612652357185058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Green Tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R5OFY5DPbjI/AAAAAAAAAO0/dBq-odn3dJU/s1600-h/IMG_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R5OFY5DPbjI/AAAAAAAAAO0/dBq-odn3dJU/s320/IMG_0184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157612660947119666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Food so good Weng couldn't resist it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jit jit.. He took the bill AGAIN! He wouldn't want to accept any of us paying for the bill. He's a great friend but this is way overboard. He can't go paying all by himself. Lucky for us we collected cash and slid the amount he paid into ...well somewhere... (in case he reads this) till now he still doesn't know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was, unfortunately, our last stop for the day. Being bloated, we couldn't take in anymore. So that ends the so-called "Food Marathon". We parted with genius Weng and Ian because they had some stuff to do and met up with Ying Choy at Blitzone. We 'gamed' till almost dinner time and left feeling dizzy. Home cook meal for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night was like any other Friday nights. Ball gathering with the exception of a surprise early  cake. Before that, there were two freak injuries. Irsyad and Andy both landed on some wrong footing and twisted their ankles. :O I know the pain.. Irsyad stood fine awhile later while its game over for the other guy as he had to limp out of the court. Poor guy. Heal fast! For Shiau, it was the launch of his Brand New remote control helicopter. It costs him a BOMB. It was a cool sight to see it hover but didn't last long due to power shortage. Superb really his chopper! The ball-ing atmosphere wasn't there anymore when they brought the cake out. I really wanted to play ball so badly (Only once a week nowadays) so the only thing I could do was to get it done Quickly. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R5OPSpDPbpI/AAAAAAAAAPk/OZPhoAImxM4/s1600-h/IMG_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R5OPSpDPbpI/AAAAAAAAAPk/OZPhoAImxM4/s320/IMG_0190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157623548689215122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Chocolate-Banana cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R5OJMJDPblI/AAAAAAAAAPE/MsZbfvOyPIM/s1600-h/IMG_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R5OJMJDPblI/AAAAAAAAAPE/MsZbfvOyPIM/s320/IMG_0195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157616839950298706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Gang. The chopper beside the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R5OJMpDPbmI/AAAAAAAAAPM/m3HeVKNv96A/s1600-h/IMG_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R5OJMpDPbmI/AAAAAAAAAPM/m3HeVKNv96A/s320/IMG_0201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157616848540233314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feeding frenzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R5OJNJDPbnI/AAAAAAAAAPU/XLyrv7D1Ios/s1600-h/IMG_0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R5OJNJDPbnI/AAAAAAAAAPU/XLyrv7D1Ios/s320/IMG_0197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157616857130167922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No.15 Vince Carter enjoying himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R5OJNZDPboI/AAAAAAAAAPc/aoRfG-BtDkI/s1600-h/IMG_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R5OJNZDPboI/AAAAAAAAAPc/aoRfG-BtDkI/s320/IMG_0213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157616861425135234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The smudge. The cake? Down our bellies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What a night?! We downed a cake and resumed the ball-game as fresh as we just started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to me, those were really really REALLY Great moments. It would definitely go deep into my memory and remain intact for life. Trust me on this one. I thank you for the outstanding day and night and for that quality time we spent together, buds. The best thing that will happen to me, or to you, is to see your friends (Family too!) around you with genuine smiles on their faces. As long as I know they're happy, I would be too. What's more, to know that the bond between friendships is unbreakable. Great day guys, thanks for the whole bunch. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Drum rolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R5OFZpDPbkI/AAAAAAAAAO8/zA16pYo_Syc/s1600-h/IMG_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R5OFZpDPbkI/AAAAAAAAAO8/zA16pYo_Syc/s320/IMG_0225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157612673832021570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arsenal Away kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have GOT it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-7782129179167844289?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/7782129179167844289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=7782129179167844289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/7782129179167844289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/7782129179167844289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/01/be-early-20th-birthday.html' title='Be-early 20th Birthday'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R5N_1pDPbfI/AAAAAAAAAOU/J2Y6JZsqmNM/s72-c/IMG_0174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-2364130160023767126</id><published>2008-01-14T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T22:21:06.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUC Captainball Team 2007</title><content type='html'>According to Erny, we, the BUC Captainball Team of 2007, had no rankings in the overall league... We did however come in 3rd in the post-season match-up. This, Erny said, was pretty much unexpected. Still.. We won! :D Hahaa.. Joined the team for the last two weeks only as a reserve member thanks to Erny's persuasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unexpected win will go into "My Personal Diary" as a success in a sport I certainly have never excelled in. How funny it was, JIT, claimed (by himself) to know nuts about the game, browsed Wikipedia in search for the rules of the game. No luck there, he wanted and almost did manage to pull out.  But with much silky smooth talks, I got him back in the team. OH... Ying Choy played too in the first week but had a tuition class to attend to the week after. Ying Choy is not in any of the pictures below but he did give all his guts to help the team to glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game to me was like that: Came in, played, tired, got sub out.. Lasted 20 (I think) minutes only for each game; but its a stop-clock game. This means that if the ball goes out, the officials will stop the clock and restart it once the ball is inbound. SO.. yep there's plenty for everyone to do something. The final game was a real drama. It was to decide 3rd or 4th placing. We were leading all the way till half-time. They caught up and widen the gap. Also, the cheers from their subs GREW louder (Toning my voice down and the crowds; the crowds were behind us but.. ) as that made us felt a little demoralizing. We kept our spirits high though and soon enough we manage to chase till a one point deficit; advantage the opponent. It was down to the final 10 seconds where Jia Yein threw the buzzer-beater, THE game-winning shot which brought us the third place crown. Cheers to the team! Everyone, maybe not me, shares a part of this success and of course, an outstanding display in defence by Erny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=38867653"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R4tiiJDPbZI/AAAAAAAAANk/NQLxVfvdHc4/s320/Captain+Ball+Klang+Posers.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155322537140252050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Team in Red. Gunners and MU working together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=38867653"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R4tijJDPbaI/AAAAAAAAANs/03U08S1sjI4/s320/Captain+Ball+Klang+Ghay.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155322554320121250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We kick ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=38867653"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R4tq1ZDPbbI/AAAAAAAAAN0/tDBP4Vm8YSY/s320/Captain+Ball+Klang+Funny.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155331663945756082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pride and Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures taken from: &lt;a style="color: black; font-family: book antiqua; font-size: 14pt;" target="_new" href="http://thoughts-of-ernie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Erny&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-2364130160023767126?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/2364130160023767126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=2364130160023767126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/2364130160023767126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/2364130160023767126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/01/buc-captainball-team-2007.html' title='BUC Captainball Team 2007'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R4tiiJDPbZI/AAAAAAAAANk/NQLxVfvdHc4/s72-c/Captain+Ball+Klang+Posers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-6974417242799973075</id><published>2008-01-12T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T11:35:45.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muanah's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Hah funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Muanah's Birthday (maid) on the 10th of January. No birthdays go without a cake. Here's hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R4evr5DPbVI/AAAAAAAAANE/zq6Bo_DXnYw/s320/IMG_0168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154281467132472658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With only ONE candle. I sincerely don't know how old she is. Late 30's maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R4exL5DPbWI/AAAAAAAAANM/3uUEPFWfWds/s320/IMG_0166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154283116399914338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just showered. Pardon the messy wet look; Jit and Shiau were waiting outside for quite some time already. Had to rush. Screw my punctuality these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another New Year's resolution goes right onto my whiteboard: Work on my Punctuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been with us for at least 10 years, ever since I was standard One or before. Of course she goes back and is replaced by another NEW maid then she comes back when the NEW maid's gone. I dare say she saw almost "everything" of mine. :P To hell.. but the thing is, it's been long. It's like Family. Happy Birthday Muanah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OLD TOWN KOPITIAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah basically, I see these people for most of my days (like everyday?). Since I got back and intro this special brown toast to Jit, Old Town Kopitiam has been our favourite hang-out spot for tea. We're fanatics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R4e0MJDPbXI/AAAAAAAAANU/arXlfCTp-Ew/s320/IMG_0162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154286419229764978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From left: Ying Choy, Ying Soon, Jit, Shiau and I :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Can't count the number of times we have been there together. The word "Many" says it all. True even I myself have gotten familiar with the menu. Remember (Jangan lupa) to order No.302 on the Menu, Kaya Butter Toasts (Double). Hola~ this is a "MUST TRY". Do eat them immediately after served while the butter slice is still cold. Oooooh.. so tantalizing and mouth watering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but..&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Eeeeks! &lt;/span&gt;(I don't really stand up for my own words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... too much of it, especially the super "gao" butter  and kaya makes the whole thing jelak. *Pukes* I have cut down on it recently, going from Double to Single. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 *                                            *                                          *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R4e4TJDPbYI/AAAAAAAAANc/SademG3IYIY/s320/IMG_0158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154290937535360386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The middle guy: Yew Choe&lt;br /&gt;(Us being laki tegak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The moment came to say goodbye to Choe. He's heading off to Australia so soon, for good this time. He held a farewell for himself, and we just attended. Got there 3 hours late (Damn my punctuality) but it was alright because he told us to come ANYTIME between 12-6pm. We weren't sure enough what time was he really F.R.E.E. therefore going at 3 is best, neither too late nor too early. True enough we didn't miss anything except for the Girls and D'eric. Upon our arrival, the girls and D were all ready set to depart. Shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off by playing Chor Dai Dee (Warm-up), then to Cheat with the same poker deck as more people poured in. We eventually got tired of card games and look to board ones instead. What disappointment, Choe's games were already half way to Australia being shipped there. Jit on the other hand wanted to play Dota so much he tried whatever way he can to persuade Choe's younger sister to help him log in with HER account. Wasn't successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we did carry on with board games. Rented it from Brian. His house was right around the corner behind Choe's. A trip there and back with Ying Choy's car. It was "The Game of Life" we got. I was like "OH BOY, this is going to LAME". It turned out great! -Why bother with the game as long as you have your buds around you.- Jit eventually won thanks his campaign of "Help the Not-so-Fortunate" and doner Ying Choy, constantly giving him money. Ying Choy ... being so generous, lost. Yep, L.O.S.T. (last place). A lesson to be taught: The good don't always wins. Choe's brother got home right after and his first few words to us (to his sister) were "Why, sausage fest ah?" -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time at your place Mr. Chan. Have a pleasant trip there and ALL THE BEST for year 2008! Sobs* ...will miss this guy loads, not to mention.. his Speedos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-6974417242799973075?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/6974417242799973075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=6974417242799973075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/6974417242799973075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/6974417242799973075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/01/muanahs-birthday.html' title='Muanah&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R4evr5DPbVI/AAAAAAAAANE/zq6Bo_DXnYw/s72-c/IMG_0168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-1566681509559059612</id><published>2008-01-05T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T13:52:58.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbly</title><content type='html'>Colbie Caillat - Bubbly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aFT4UBlmXJA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aFT4UBlmXJA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will you count me in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been awake for a while now&lt;br /&gt;You got me feeling like a child now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every time I see your bubbly face&lt;br /&gt;I get the tinglies in a silly place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts in my toes&lt;br /&gt;And I crinkle my nose&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it goes&lt;br /&gt;I always know&lt;br /&gt;That you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Please stay for a while now&lt;br /&gt;Just take your time&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain is falling on my window pane&lt;br /&gt;But we are hiding in a safer place&lt;br /&gt;Under covers staying dry and warm&lt;br /&gt;You give me feelings that I adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts in my toes&lt;br /&gt;Make me crinkle my nose&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it goes&lt;br /&gt;I always know&lt;br /&gt;That you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Please stay for a while now&lt;br /&gt;Just take your time&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to say&lt;br /&gt;When you make me feel this way&lt;br /&gt;I just mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it starts in my toes&lt;br /&gt;Makes me crinkle my nose&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it goes&lt;br /&gt;I always know&lt;br /&gt;That you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Please stay for a while now&lt;br /&gt;Just take your time&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asleep for a while now&lt;br /&gt;You tuck me in just like a child now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every time you hold me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;I'm comfortable enough to feel your warmth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it starts in my soul&lt;br /&gt;And I lose all control&lt;br /&gt;When you kiss my nose&lt;br /&gt;The feeling shows&lt;br /&gt;'cause you make me smile baby&lt;br /&gt;Just take your time now&lt;br /&gt;Holdin' me tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever wherever wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Wherever wherever wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;I always know&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Even just for a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-1566681509559059612?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/1566681509559059612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=1566681509559059612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/1566681509559059612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/1566681509559059612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/01/colbie-caillat-bubbly-sing-along-will.html' title='Bubbly'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-7659054109451762578</id><published>2008-01-03T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T23:50:22.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>That night I cried..&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that life is not always fair.&lt;br /&gt;Who said life was fair in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;The thing you hope for and the thing you get are two entirely different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like "Practice makes Perfect!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we know, nobody's perfect in this world;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... so why practice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-7659054109451762578?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/7659054109451762578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=7659054109451762578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/7659054109451762578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/7659054109451762578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-1688142422545103724</id><published>2008-01-02T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T11:46:45.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Compilation of year 2007</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year ! A photo compilation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm envious of those who keep their blogs running. These people are book writers, magazine publishers and they're in the course of recording history for the years to come. Sejarah! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the EnD of a joyous 2007.. and what better time to begin the year with;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R38DF5DPbKI/AAAAAAAAALs/eV_RwmNuvAA/s320/IMG_5408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151839898483780770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;silly&lt;/span&gt;face. A true friend. Laughed alot, finds humor in any situation. Great company. She has been by my side and I'll see to that for the years to come. Hee! She has left for summer school in NZ. I'm missing her already. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's the New Year. Lets avoid conflicts. I'm sorry to everyone especially my girl."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R38DF5DPbLI/AAAAAAAAAL0/hC3M3Lo0qYs/s320/Old+times.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151839898483780786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R38EXpDPbRI/AAAAAAAAAMk/NljQEOGSeAo/s320/Girls+of+5Adil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151841302938086674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One Big Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without them, NOT the same, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buds, and still are despite the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R38JE5DPbUI/AAAAAAAAAM8/zR3CZWC_HqQ/s320/12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151846478373678402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R38JEJDPbTI/AAAAAAAAAM0/zdAyPOe7VRA/s320/P1010233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151846465488776498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R38JDpDPbSI/AAAAAAAAAMs/UZ2yNiC-uio/s320/Team.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151846456898841890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SMKBU's spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R38DGJDPbNI/AAAAAAAAAME/2cC670mrNAY/s320/Pizza+Hut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151839902778748114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R38EXpDPbQI/AAAAAAAAAMc/4V1dy4HPbFA/s320/IMG_1162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151841302938086658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Primary buddies missing one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R38DGZDPbOI/AAAAAAAAAMM/9nMkhs1ojFo/s320/DAKAS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151839907073715426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DAKAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As it goes "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Together we stand, divided we fall"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A surprise party back-to-back but nobody took pics of the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R3vWYJDPalI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ZL3uqJ4r5RA/s320/P1010062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150946309063010898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks alot people ! Appreciated it! Had the bestest evenings for consecutive days, which is better? You can't compare them. . I have been fortunate to have you people around me! This is so going into my personal history book on "Best Birthdays"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between, 6 months period. Hell lot went on but no pictures :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then its farewell to M'sia with closer than friends people. Shared the laughter and tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R35wfpDPbEI/AAAAAAAAAK8/5_B3bktEPOk/s320/IMG_1164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151678712656129090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A shy Zhu Hann. A rare sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R3vW-ZDPamI/AAAAAAAAAGo/gKJUGy9EN2s/s320/KLIA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150946966193007202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and hello to Nz. Brand new experience, different cultures in Moooo land. Haven't seen one though (Cow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R3vYKpDPanI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ICt7pfsh4Xk/s320/11082007048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150948276158032498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The City of Sails at dusk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R3vZApDPaoI/AAAAAAAAAG4/id57s_BN8p0/s320/31102007248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150949203870968450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Traffic free. Hustle free. Where we be prepared to say "Bring em' on"! Life starts where we'd be ready to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R3vZwpDPapI/AAAAAAAAAHA/iBc6dY0ujAs/s320/27102007247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150950028504689298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...compete to be the bestest NerD around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R3vaiZDPaqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/bn6hwT40mjA/s320/26082007057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150950883203181218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..to blend into the KIWI culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be artistic in all sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R3vbdpDParI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DNTH7AIF3Kw/s320/08092007079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150951901110430386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R3vbd5DPasI/AAAAAAAAAHY/o_gNWNXx25M/s320/08092007082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150951905405397698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R3vc7JDPatI/AAAAAAAAAHg/cnRdDkAcbUU/s320/02092007072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150953507428199122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...to share and spare some sweet moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R3vc7pDPauI/AAAAAAAAAHo/BeFEn0vXb84/s320/01112007251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150953516018133730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...to observe every inch that's there (That's Lotion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R3ve85DPawI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GpqiBkNd03c/s320/15092007095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150955736516225794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...to be a chef (Bubur Cha Cha, yeah its edible).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R3veDpDPavI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IGKvcOh2Uhs/s320/06082007044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150954752968714994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...to enjoy the many different views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R3vgi5DPayI/AAAAAAAAAII/aF8hZ7MtiOM/s320/29092007129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150957488862882594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...to be surprised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R3vgjZDPazI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/GfOYP9YJttU/s320/12112007280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150957497452817202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...never forget to put a smile in your face no matter how messy life gets to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R3ve9pDPaxI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hclQftacXQ4/s320/16102007199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150955749401127698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and at the end of the day, remember to just relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Geological site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R3vlEJDPa0I/AAAAAAAAAIY/0j14FMxC9tI/s320/06102007159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150962458140044098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;East Coast Bay Formation (ECBF).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R3vlFZDPa1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/Y_QLkz0mcPM/s320/06102007158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150962479614880594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R3vl8JDPa2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/j91yqWR8UoQ/s320/06102007161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150963420212718434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moments later when everyone got down. Crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not all about stones and rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always glamarous Starbucks everywhere around the world to cheer you up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R3vl8pDPa3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/LDKjGBaqYQM/s320/17092007096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150963428802653042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Raspberry GreeN Tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R3vns5DPa6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/OMT5XzSshAo/s320/17092007097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150965357242968994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;also, to add a little bit of spice to your life.&lt;br /&gt;That's how it goes. Cheers to have reached the one year mark. :D I'm looking forward to the next..  and the next..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R35uHpDPbBI/AAAAAAAAAKk/JRNsOonmudg/s320/P8220266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151676101316013074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Stealing bones". Don't rely on DHL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming November...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R3vmzpDPa4I/AAAAAAAAAI4/e7ejdYCwk8w/s320/08112007272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150964373695458178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's right, she's all FREE to fly back while I'm still stuck with a paper to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Same pose, same day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R35vxpDPbDI/AAAAAAAAAK0/NA3RDRV05gE/s320/PB110276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151677922382146610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R35uH5DPbCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Wl0qmyMmb1g/s320/PB120277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151676105610980386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..different time. My roommate Craig a Scot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A week later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R3vntpDPa7I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ufx07jAQM68/s320/14112007287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150965370127870898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All packed and ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My flight took 10 hours to fly from Auckland back to KL. Boredom was never felt throughout. There were great up-to-date shows like Transformers, latest tracks on air and sitting to my right was another Malaysian, a senior, whom I talked to throughout the end of my flight. He, a PR there, visits Malaysia once every year to see his mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touching down KLIA felt like a balloon inflated with air being PoP. Emotions doesn't just flow slowly out, it gushed all within a second or two. Mix feelings of everything ran through every nerves of mine. The thought of being HOME is just wonderful. Ohh.. then there's a surprise :O, my mum couldn't recognize me when I pushed the trolley out to the arriving hall that night with slightly longer than normal hair. It was such a joke. Dad too; only till he spotted the luggages i was carrying did he recognized me. In around the first week, I was plagued with food poisoning. Had my braces tightened too, so couldn't eat a damn thing. Life's a struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I witnessed Roger Federer going head on with Pete Sampras in Clash of Times held at Stadium Melawati, Shah Alam; courtesy goes to Xiao Wen's mum. Fedex was just superb as the ace of modern tennis world. For a long retired guy like Pete, he proved his talent back then have not YET tarnished. To say that he wasn't too far behind Federer is a false statement. He did matched Federer at-his-best. Though eventually he would finally concede to fatigue as Federer got his final ace, there was not a moment of disappointment throughout the game. The spilling thrills of both players exchanging shots lasted an hour and a half.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R35rH5DPa8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rOHyGCnIpVo/s320/IMG_1683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151672807076096962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pistol Pete, Agong, FedeX with Najib at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R35rIZDPa9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/a4hiG41t6Oc/s320/PB220283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151672815666031570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was how close I got to him. *Yeeps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R35sh5DPa-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/2eWcsTL6Sxg/s320/IMG_1624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151674353264323554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunts and Uncles (My sponsors).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R35siZDPa_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/gwcA7g86wps/s320/IMG_1736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151674361854258162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friends that we met there. Yep I was hyper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip to Penang.  One week, two weddings, three sisters and a whole lot of food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R35tf5DPbAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/AHgy4Lm2xAI/s320/13122007366.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151675418416212994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wen sisters and I :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Clayederman up in Genting Highlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R3507pDPbHI/AAAAAAAAALU/47ldctLlL30/s320/IMG_0064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151683591738977394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Digi man but there weren't any coverage for Digi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R35zFJDPbFI/AAAAAAAAALE/tyKj7Z6gk-k/s320/IMG_0051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151681555924479058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The French man himself who speaks like a lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R359fZDPbJI/AAAAAAAAALk/SBP0JkdOyX0/s320/IMG_0078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151693002012322962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yes, glamorous Starbucks everywhere. I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R352apDPbII/AAAAAAAAALc/6NSghUzsEes/s320/IMG_0062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151685223826549890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Christmas this year was quiet. Family bonding. :) They're most important. The lessons they taught are still with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sums up my year of 2007. I came to realize that as the echoes of voices and memories dim over time, they would completely be replaced by the excited and happy sounds of people counting down to welcome the New Year. This is the circle of life. A step forward to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah .. my first experience of getting drunk happened on New Year's day itself! It sucks. I nearly lost myself. Couldn't drive. Friend had to send me back with my own car. Dizzy the next morning. I made my first resolution for 2008 on that very day which is "Never to get drunk again". Ahaa.. Cheers~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy New Year and let this year 2008 be a great one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise to stay sober. Hicks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-1688142422545103724?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/1688142422545103724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=1688142422545103724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/1688142422545103724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/1688142422545103724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-photo-compilation.html' title='Photo Compilation of year 2007'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/R38DF5DPbKI/AAAAAAAAALs/eV_RwmNuvAA/s72-c/IMG_5408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-6561848673065514026</id><published>2007-11-13T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:39:22.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Railway Campus</title><content type='html'>Let me introduce you to my crib in Auckland :p  ..where I stay, it's called the Railway Campus. Its suppose to be a really old building (may be haunted) but never seen any. Good thing. When I first arrived and checked in, I remembered the Receptionist telling me to "not be afraid" to complain if ever I come across any "supernatural activities". I was like, "..was this a joke?" That kept my hairs standing. They restored and modified the interior to accomodate students of course though some remained the old traditional way, particularly the lift. I find it eerie. Hated the room they provided me with .. well partly because I felt lonely (This was on the very first night). I was telling myself .. "Man .. is this the place I'm going to spend another three years in?" I couldn't believe the fact that I was here all alone in a foreign country, so far away from Family, so far away from Friends. I was sad. No connection yet that time. I couldn't do a damn thing. It was winter then.. the night was cold. I didn't know how the heater works. I felt lonely. The only soul I know was miles away.. Eventually i dozed off with only a jacket on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/RzwVq08aFVI/AAAAAAAAACg/jTagp4GakvI/s1600-h/22072007030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/RzwVq08aFVI/AAAAAAAAACg/jTagp4GakvI/s320/22072007030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133001500806223186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Railway Campus, turns out to be a blessing in disguise! This .. is, would be, the best place I've ever stayed in New Zealand so far. I applied for another campus but got transfered here cause the other was full. Thank goodness. This place is the "CORE" of everything. From FoodTown (FooD!) to Warehouse (huge DIY stall), McDs to a nice evening stroll around the garden just outside. Everything you need is just a couple of "yards" (judgement) away. The Vector Arena where concerts are held there WEEKLY is located right by it. And believe me, every single week, there'll be at least a top celebrity/rock group whatever performing there.. (ie: Linkin Park, Silverchair, Pink..) I've never attended any unfortunately. Entrance fee costs a BOMB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The many things in Railway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/RzweL08aFhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rv5x-QPIyv8/s1600-h/14112007302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/RzweL08aFhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rv5x-QPIyv8/s320/14112007302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133010863834928658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Giant Chess Set)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/RzwfdE8aFkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/oXNKc4qWL5k/s1600-h/19102007204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/RzwfdE8aFkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/oXNKc4qWL5k/s320/19102007204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133012259699299906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Inflatable fun - special event)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/Rzwfd08aFlI/AAAAAAAAAEg/tPSUz7lB19E/s1600-h/19102007211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/Rzwfd08aFlI/AAAAAAAAAEg/tPSUz7lB19E/s320/19102007211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133012272584201810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(BBQ - every now and then)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Railway Campus beats all! Glad I have stayed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-6561848673065514026?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/6561848673065514026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=6561848673065514026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/6561848673065514026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/6561848673065514026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2007/11/railway-campus.html' title='The Railway Campus'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/RzwVq08aFVI/AAAAAAAAACg/jTagp4GakvI/s72-c/22072007030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-2687268377652345447</id><published>2007-11-12T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T17:17:15.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and then it ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They were officially over. Then, there was pain in me. The feeling came from my stomach. Everyone was jumping around exclude me. Darn I couldn't join in the fun. Gastric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Blanks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-2687268377652345447?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/2687268377652345447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=2687268377652345447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/2687268377652345447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/2687268377652345447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2007/11/silence.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-6271001302378110296</id><published>2007-11-07T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T08:38:04.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Found Home - Airport</title><content type='html'>Wow I've been carrying my bloggal procastination for months now. The sickness which I can never get over with. "Forgive HIM" says the Man from ABOVE! The blog has underwent drought, Al Nino aye? ...with nothing in it except words, words and more words. *Blanks* Some green colours around the edges that suits people "punya mata". OMG and there're actually COMMENTS on my blog which i have just read them, about Merdeka!.. why else would people post a comment? I have no shout box that's why... and no faithful links no nothing; semua takda = ELEK? Ohh.. but there is plenty of time for everything once I get my butt back to my homeland. Holidays you got that right! ONE more paper to go but that's on the last day of University. Moodless studying for exam but still the spirit must be there. I'll be sitting soullessly in the exam hall for a godDamn 3 hours while others would HAVE been jumping .. again, would HAVE been jumping from the time the examinors say "Put your pens down now", earliest which was on the 3rd I guess, by now they would have settled down. Oh well that's one more paper to go for myself! I'll still do the jumping later on with some of my clicks. Then, homeland calls. Can't wait to do some catching with my triple F's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are Family, Friends aka Faithfuls and ..FOOD.. especially. Nonetheless everything else that makes Malaysia ever so good (I'm not being biass, the country is really good) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 comments in my post which I didn't realize at all.. Yes yes, Happpy Merdeka day to all the fellow Malaysians like 3 months late. What else have I not blogged.. My team. Arsenal, at its spectacular form still being at the top of the Premier League table (This does NOT surprise me at all), yesh 7-0 thumping of Slavia Prague was it? Clinching a last minute draw with "Former Champs" Manchester United.. William Gallas, you're the man, you're the man with the Captain's armband. No wonder Chelsea is missing you badly, and for who we swapped for? A traitor we'll never miss. That's you Mr. Coly Woly, you're being blued now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly, to two of my dear friends whom have left Malaysia for the United Kingdom. Mr. Hann and Mr. Hehn. Well both Mr(s) have took themselves into the realm of the new world. The land of AngMos. Mind you I'm here too but its just different alright. New Zealand has subjected to more "biogenic mixing" I'd say.. tell me if I'm wrong. Those are two smarty pants, Mr. Hann got into the London School of Economics and Mr. Hehn in Imperial. Impressive aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another "globally declared genuies" and a close friend of mine too, Lee Tim Weng. Heard of him? Seen him in the news? Yes that's him and I'm proud to say that I know him! Hahaa.. Congrats Weng for topping "the world" in Further Maths (That's what I've heard. You know guys, news seldom get to me when I'm miles away from THE SOUCRE aka Bak and Newspapers are very costly here). He's in Canada now looking out of the window waiting for snow to fall. A white Chritsmas there he would enjoy, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this myself, and I know it through my heart that meeting up with these bunch of close, Northern Hemisphere maties (That includes Stephy and Cynthia) won't come as often as I have wished (I really have been wishing you guys would be back and we'd still be able to gather at the courtside for a Friday night of "balling" together, as for Weng .. POOL and POTLUCK Party). I'll be missing you guys heaps. Malaysia isn't so Malaysia-ish without you guys to pour in the laughter. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Ken .. you'll be coming back, so no worries. I'm keen to hear your German accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now.. I'll tell you exactly where I am. I'm at the Auckland International Airport! It's 4:12am when this sentence was typed. Very early morning. I just sent Miss Tan Xiao Wen off.. She's heading back to Malaysia a week earlier. Conclusion = Unfairness, yes I feel you guys. It really is. The news is that her exams been over for days now and she's been Lmao-inG at me&lt;br /&gt;=( =( =( With that, mood to study = close to none. Well the spirit must be there, the flame lighted, withini ourselves so it goes on. I'll still be studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so stuck at the airport because the last bus here was the one i took earlier, and the earliest bus which goes to the city departs at 5am. Stranded, yes I guess. A good time to do some blogging.. Heh. And for the first time, I will be ON time for McD's breakfast. Cheers people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-6271001302378110296?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/6271001302378110296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=6271001302378110296' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/6271001302378110296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/6271001302378110296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-found-home-airport.html' title='New Found Home - Airport'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-4103416303222247165</id><published>2007-08-30T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T22:20:26.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V for Van Persie</title><content type='html'>Top Draw.&lt;br /&gt;King Henry's Replacement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rMSqeJ1hAas"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rMSqeJ1hAas" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V for Van Persie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In Question Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-4103416303222247165?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/4103416303222247165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=4103416303222247165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/4103416303222247165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/4103416303222247165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='V for Van Persie'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-8409014452339980067</id><published>2007-08-30T16:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T17:02:11.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OOI</title><content type='html'>I had my very first home-cook curry! It wasn't all that difficult to prepare this dish. It's a mixture of the ready-packed curry paste with some of our own ingredients. Added in Onions, Garlic, Coconut milk (Santan), Potatoes and nicely cut Chicken chunks. Awwesome.. I stood away from the fire watching Wen stir the the curry-to-be filled pot. It wasn't all her, mind you! I helped! :P cut potatoes, dice the garlic, chop the meat, slice the onions, and fry the omelet and sausages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curry had this weird taste, though it goes well with rice. Simply Malaysian!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         *                                *                                *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Police Station at Vincent Street to make some inquiry the morning. So, this police officer wanted to see my Student ID in order to complete a certain form I have just filled and handed over. Just to make sure. Forms, normally they have the "Family name" and "Given name" .. spaces for your names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family name : .................................&lt;br /&gt;Given name : .................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i have filled, it'd be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family name : OOI&lt;br /&gt;Given name : JIAN LUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty obvious, no?&lt;br /&gt;Seeing an unusual face, i asked what's up? The police officer thought i made a mistake on my family name. And he was like, what's written here on your family name? So, your name is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Zero Zero Eye"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hahaha ! LMAO, i was like laugh out loud silently. No no .. it's "Owh owh eye".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be ranked under the Joke of the day category, won't it?  Why not "Zero zero one" instead? I'm a distant cousin of James "007" Bond afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my name? Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;IN Question OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-8409014452339980067?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/8409014452339980067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=8409014452339980067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/8409014452339980067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/8409014452339980067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2007/08/ooi_30.html' title='OOI'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-7887568301196188445</id><published>2007-08-28T08:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T08:33:27.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Howdy matey..  Two weeks  term break begins!  .. and EPL season starts. What a way to begin a good long break knowing that there won't be any channels  (Or TV sets)  for me to tune to. My only coverage,  soccernet &amp; livescore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/RtNoBcI3onI/AAAAAAAAACI/KF1y88nA5SI/s1600-h/Jersey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/RtNoBcI3onI/AAAAAAAAACI/KF1y88nA5SI/s320/Jersey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103537176683455090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gunner's NEW kit ! *Screams out and faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NEW product, they do not sell it here. It takes bloody long to ship UK goods around the globe, that's my theory.&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool jersey, PLENTY! (Costs: $119.90) Why? Tak laku lar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got NEWS~!!&lt;br /&gt;-Congrats to the A-lvls buds for their F***ing good grades. (Weng, Choe, Hehn, Hann, Bak, Deep, Manjuli, Grace.. ) I know you all did GREAT!!&lt;br /&gt;-Ken, I couldn't be there to send you off to the land of fich-dich(es). You could have waited, as you said. Quick get a net connection! On MSN, we spam fich-dichs together-gether. You've been a great friend and you chose to go off in pursuit of your dreams. A great chef, you'll be one. You'll be back when I get back too :DD&lt;br /&gt;-News about BAK flying over? (Rumours) :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will Weng, Stephy, Hehn and Hann be leaving? I want to know :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IN Question OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-7887568301196188445?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/7887568301196188445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=7887568301196188445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/7887568301196188445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/7887568301196188445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2007/08/howdy-matey.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/RtNoBcI3onI/AAAAAAAAACI/KF1y88nA5SI/s72-c/Jersey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-1452573467023867078</id><published>2007-08-05T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T14:57:12.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On KG's recent move to the Celtics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he's gone, now he's gone Lord he's gone, he's gone.&lt;br /&gt;Like a steam locomotive, rollin' down the track&lt;br /&gt;He's gone, gone, nothin's gonna bring him back...He's gone.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                                    -NBA, Rick Kamla-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-1452573467023867078?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/1452573467023867078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=1452573467023867078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/1452573467023867078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/1452573467023867078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-kgs-move-to-celtics.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-7040836193125090814</id><published>2007-07-20T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T21:33:59.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weekends.. like finally! Some breather indeed. Time flies, I have been here for two weeks already. Two weeks seem nothing to me with the piles I have got to catch up with. Already, an assignment due next Friday. What a good start for my first week of Uni? Jit, Jordan and Soon Lee, you three are one of those few who have already had some experience with Uni-life. I salute! I envy those like Weng, Hann, Hehn, Bak, Jing, Choe (probably not) &amp; Deep who are now having their precious moments. So.. July nuttys, Happy Birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/RqCuCPDQ9VI/AAAAAAAAACA/1DCfQtGkr5I/s1600-h/ChoeJitDeric.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/RqCuCPDQ9VI/AAAAAAAAACA/1DCfQtGkr5I/s320/ChoeJitDeric.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089258932351858002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Cake cutting from left: Choe, Jit, Deric) PIC: BAK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others are buds like Jin and Soon Lee, Dr. Joanna :D and of course my junior who I have to look up at .. Nikkil! DO remind me if i miss out any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a night stroll with Wen downtown. Well, Friday nights .. you know la "ah mo" can't live without thier bars and pubs. Drunkards and "Highers" roaming all around. It was chilly. Felt a little hungry. Drop by at a fast food outlet, Wendy's, for some snacks. A small cup of Chocolate Ice-cream costs 2 freaking NZds. So .. what's funny? This group of whites came upstairs and sat a few rolls away from us. Now there's THIS guy, with them, came to us with two SUPER HUMONGOUS cups containing icecubes, i think *Shakes*, and asked if we wanted to buy them. We were staring aimlessly at him of course, stoned. He was most certainly drunk. He joined his bunch and before long he was tossing away the veggies in his burger all over, as if throwing  rubbish to the back without looking at it. Didn't hit us, luckily. We thought that was all but no .. he got up after that and tried to set off the sprinkler system attached to the ceiling. His friends tried to stop him but he just kept trying. That stupid son of a ** ruined our appetite and so we left, neither did we want to get ourselves all drenched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the fast-food outlet, Wendy's. A great one, probably better than McDs though they have limited choices. It's cheap too exclude the ice-cream. "Do What Tastes Right", that is their theme because they make everything FRESH! Rightt ... -.- Franchise it? To Malaysia.. certainly. I think they have it way back then but 'tak laku'; so 'tutup kedai'. Oh yeah they sell something called "Chilly". We ordered and got some liquid which tasted like Spaghetti sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast food counter~&lt;br /&gt;Fast-food kiosk/times visited&lt;br /&gt;Wendy's/3&lt;br /&gt;McDs/1&lt;br /&gt;Burger King/1&lt;br /&gt;Super salty KFC/1  (Yucks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommates, one from Scotland the other from the States. They're cool bunch of peeps although i hardly see them around anymore since term began. One of them is jamming some classic Presley's Rock &amp;amp; Roll now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be trying out some new recipes tomorrow.. Culinary! .. laundry too *Shrugs* I miss kakak! (MY maid) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-7040836193125090814?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/7040836193125090814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=7040836193125090814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/7040836193125090814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/7040836193125090814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2007/07/weekends.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/RqCuCPDQ9VI/AAAAAAAAACA/1DCfQtGkr5I/s72-c/ChoeJitDeric.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-4153820534643889584</id><published>2007-07-17T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T19:47:33.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So class was fine ... One word, tiring. No question about it. My day starts off at 6 am (You guys back in M'sia would still be drooling on your pillowcases, or out?). Preparations. Usuals. Class starts at 8am and ends at 5pm! Most days that is. I have long intervals before and after lecture periods. Only day free .. Wednesday. How funky, one tutorial only. Maths. Shrugs* Everything cost a bomb. Mum said .. "You can't always do the conversions otherwise you would starved to death".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't be fair if I did not give anyone credits and some BIG BIG thank you(s).. Especially to Mr.Z for the party and everyone else. So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Reweind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/Rp31OPDQ9RI/AAAAAAAAABc/j8W-0WEPFIQ/s1600-h/IMG_1127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/Rp31OPDQ9RI/AAAAAAAAABc/j8W-0WEPFIQ/s320/IMG_1127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088492778905728274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(He's my bro the MAN i'm talking. The host. It's ... BIG Z.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/Rp32DPDQ9SI/AAAAAAAAABk/AiywXkjFk0g/s1600-h/IMG_1088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/Rp32DPDQ9SI/AAAAAAAAABk/AiywXkjFk0g/s320/IMG_1088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088493689438795042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Owners of the house. BIG and small Zs. Special thankQ! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/Rpy8ovDQ9JI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uYhnxtKgwKc/s1600-h/IMG_1097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/Rpy8ovDQ9JI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uYhnxtKgwKc/s320/IMG_1097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088149087032767634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;The Hooooo Train with the KhengS and Kel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/Rp35qfDQ9TI/AAAAAAAAABs/KQN66NmFZGo/s1600-h/IMG_1087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/Rp35qfDQ9TI/AAAAAAAAABs/KQN66NmFZGo/s320/IMG_1087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088497662283543858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Black &amp; White)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/Rpy9VfDQ9KI/AAAAAAAAAAk/t816Hzdx668/s1600-h/IMG_1099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/Rpy9VfDQ9KI/AAAAAAAAAAk/t816Hzdx668/s320/IMG_1099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088149855831913634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Stunts.Better than Dynamitez!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/Rpy9yvDQ9LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/i6kqJE9vTWQ/s1600-h/IMG_1071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/Rpy9yvDQ9LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/i6kqJE9vTWQ/s320/IMG_1071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088150358343087282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(THat's The Family Portrait with Superman, I don't see JIM :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/Rpy-6_DQ9NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cPGRDpXsBkU/s1600-h/IMG_1108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/Rpy-6_DQ9NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cPGRDpXsBkU/s320/IMG_1108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088151599588635858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(The cake with the farewell message :'( sobs* and ALSO Happy Early Birthday to my bud JIT!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/RpzA0PDQ9PI/AAAAAAAAABM/QBdiII6aYJs/s1600-h/Me+and+Jit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/RpzA0PDQ9PI/AAAAAAAAABM/QBdiII6aYJs/s320/Me+and+Jit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088153682647774450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Me and JIT the 19th bad boi. Cake cutting. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/RpzBq_DQ9QI/AAAAAAAAABU/OtJGJgZ-Mqk/s1600-h/IMG_1122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/RpzBq_DQ9QI/AAAAAAAAABU/OtJGJgZ-Mqk/s320/IMG_1122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088154623245612290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Shiau masturbates :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/Rpy-c_DQ9MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-lTl7xLz5Sw/s320/IMG_1132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088151084192560322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(So much better than a dream, pieces which fitted, jigsaw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's it for today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Cyn: I'm an eighth Thai. Gramp's dad is/was a Thai.&lt;br /&gt;      Claire: Hooohoo~ I depend on you to keep me updated.. and don't worry about not sending me off. I wouldn't be able to hold back my tears if there was another feather.&lt;br /&gt;       Stephy: I'll take good care, you too there. Don't waste too much money shopping in M'sia. I know it's cheaper.. I feel the exchange rates starving me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warmest regards to everyone there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-4153820534643889584?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/4153820534643889584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=4153820534643889584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/4153820534643889584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/4153820534643889584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-class-was-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Fvk2cDoyPY/Rp31OPDQ9RI/AAAAAAAAABc/j8W-0WEPFIQ/s72-c/IMG_1127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-356362766817069829</id><published>2007-07-15T19:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T19:21:12.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Starts Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Class starts tomorrow !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-356362766817069829?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/356362766817069829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=356362766817069829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/356362766817069829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/356362766817069829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2007/07/class-starts-tomorrow_4487.html' title='Class Starts Tomorrow'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-8406601543016367240</id><published>2007-07-11T17:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T18:27:49.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New Zealand.. Settling down here would be a challenge. The Polar Storms swept my area yesterday when I was downtown shopping with Miss xiao. Almost blew her off the ground. :O I'm starting to enjoy myself here unlike the very first day when I had nothing at all .. no heater, no blanket .. just me and my plain cold room and the unpack luggages. Since then, my room is now a room after some minor renovations. I sit in front my laptop .. staring at 'The Naughty Buddies' frame. I miss them. I miss home .. M'sia is still the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Thank you guys for sending me off (Ladies too). I'll always store that very last scene deep down me and laugh it out some days later when we get together again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-8406601543016367240?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/8406601543016367240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=8406601543016367240' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/8406601543016367240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/8406601543016367240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-zealand.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-895246912683284862</id><published>2007-06-25T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T01:01:16.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V for Vendetta</title><content type='html'>Remember, Remember the Fifth of November,&lt;br /&gt;The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,&lt;br /&gt;I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason,      &lt;br /&gt;Should ever be forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-V for Vendetta-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-895246912683284862?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/895246912683284862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=895246912683284862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/895246912683284862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/895246912683284862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2007/06/v-for-vendetta.html' title='V for Vendetta'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-2239444570240497653</id><published>2007-05-28T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T12:23:29.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;For YOU to read..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;PART 1: ON THE OUTSIDE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Name: Ooi Jian Lun    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Date of birth: 19th January 1988&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Current status: In a relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Eye colour:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guess the colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Hair colour: Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Righty or lefty: Born a Righty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Zodiac sign: Capricorn, the Goat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;PART 2: ON THE INSIDE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Your heritage: Chinese, 1/8 Thai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Your fear: Horror movies. Can't seem to get them of my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Your weakness: Remind me to overcome my "Shy-ness"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Your perfect pizza: Any will do with EXTRA CHEESE! No seafood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;PART 3: YESTERDAY, TODAY AND TOMORROW&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Your thoughts first waking up: "Tell me my leg has healed"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Tomorrow: Remember to watch NBA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Your bedtime: Promisingly 12 :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Your most missed memory: SOON to say I miss my country. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;PART 4: YOUR PICK&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Don't fancy any. If no choice, coke then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mc Donalds or Burger King: McDonalds, changes with my mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Single or group dates: Ooh.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Adidas or Nike: Both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Lipton Tea or Nestea: Depends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: An easy man who deals with both of them easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Cappuccino of Coffee: Both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;PART 5: DO YOU...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Smoke: NOPE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Curse: Nah.. xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;PART 6: IN THE PAST MONTH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Drank alcohol: Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Gone to the mall: Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Been on stage: No. Been home avoiding stage-fright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Eaten sushi: I took the rice beneath it. Tasted like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Dyed your hair: Don't think I am allowed to ;) winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;PART 7: WHAT WERE YOU DOING&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;1 minute ago: Reading a book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;1 hour ago: On the phone. The background sounded as if a band was rehearsing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;4 1/2 hours ago: Lunch after a dental appointment. Ouch*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;1 month ago: Europe. Sightseeing. Whee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;1 year ago: Thinking whether to go or not to go... (iCPU Prom '06)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;PART 8: FINISH THE SENTENCE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I love: my FAMILY and FRIENDS :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I feel: (I am) Irritated by the speed of my lappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I hate: Being tied down at home when my leg fails me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I hide: Nothing at all but my darkest secrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I miss: the Good-ol-days of Highschool and B.Ball training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I need: to Quit lazing around and get this TAG done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;PART 9: TAG 5 PEOPLE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I rest my case. Whoever that reads this, you are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TAGGED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-2239444570240497653?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/2239444570240497653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=2239444570240497653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/2239444570240497653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/2239444570240497653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-you-to-read.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-136407001482443627</id><published>2007-05-27T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T12:27:09.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My night out</title><content type='html'>I have been missing out on a whole load of action since the A-level examinations. Not that i have gone around trying in every way keeping in touch, to begin with. I have been paying too much of attention to Uni completion.  Well, I'm almost settled with that, need to pay the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fees &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and then i'm done (No flight tickets yet though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yesterday &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AC MILAN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;b&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ecame the Champions of Europe and i was THERE watching it live, NOT in Athens, but at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Kayu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nasi Kandar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;behind my area here. :) My friends arrive at my place half past midnight, earlier than expected, cutting my time short on the phone with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Wenn&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay, I'm sorry to have hung up on you. Apology accepted? ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Fast forward. Though it was jam-packed, we managed some good sits because we got there early. I think we were their second late night customer. Woohoo~ a record! Game started at 2.45am and by then we were filled with a plate Nasi Lemak each, two of it with fried eggs. They're so picky, my friends. The atmosphere was a replica of what i expected in mind, exclude the smoke lingering around our heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Smoking = No good, my friends&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Can't say much about it cause one of my friend smokes too, but thankfully he was overpowered by my other friend asking him not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;About my friends, one of them is a die hard&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;anchester &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;nited &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;fan, Soon Lee. This guy does not go around "Glory Glory MU" th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ankfully. He was on Liverpool's side of course since Milan thrashed MU in the earlier leg. I made a bet with him over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We know Milan won at the end. So i won &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;SOMETHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;from him. GREAT.. God knows what?! The other two, Edwin and Shu Xian doesn't seem at all interested in the match. When asked, they said they were there to accompany me. How sweet!! :D Before half-time, they were off walking around the shop lots and when the game resumed, they were nowhere to be found. Accompany me.. MY FOOT!*** Called them, said they have crossed the NKVE highway to get to the Shell station across. GILA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well.. when Inzaghi scored his first, everyone was on their feet cheering accept of course my friend beside who shouted SHIT*!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Fast forward again. The other two came back when the match ended.. Wow! I'm surprised they knew when the match would end. Before we could watch the Cup-lifting Ceremony and Prize Presentation, they hurried us off already. Paid. So off we go in my car again. This time I drove them to Centerpoint where we got a couple of cans of beer from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;leven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. We paid for three and my SMART friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;POW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;" another two. At the wee hours of the morning, we did not know where we could settle down for the drinks as almost all the areas here have security checkpoints. Finally, a good old stop in front of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;KBU college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;we decided. Edwin's friends joined us there and together we gulp down our spoils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I forgot what time i got back. I knew i manage to doze off for a little while when my mum came in to wake me up. Time for breakfast! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Current mood: @.@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Those are my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&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/38867653-136407001482443627?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/136407001482443627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=136407001482443627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/136407001482443627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/136407001482443627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-night-out.html' title='My night out'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-4620126302151419049</id><published>2007-05-17T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T12:23:11.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It has been three weeks since i came back. Not that I am aware of it, time really flies when you look away from it. I only have an approx one month and eighteen more days here before i take off. Six months of break have almost come to an end, and what have I done so far? Plenty! I'm glad my time out didn't go down the drain, at least, i think that i used it up pretty well. =) a sign of JOY! OH btw, why haven't i been blogging? All these while, I kept myself busy with books. But today it's special, i choose blogging over reading. xP claps claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*To all those people who have posted on my LOL box, HELLO all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Teacher's Day yesterday. Honestly, i would have forgotten about it if it wasn't for my "GAY" bro Kelvin (Chicken up) who asked if i was awake after my guitar lesson. Of course he didn't know i had that. Well if you ask me, i don't think any of those who have graduated and have spent months away from 'study resort' or 'education villa' would have remembered that. Sorry la you might have that impression on me being ungrateful to teachers. Haha.. but whoever knows me well, knows me better than that. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my guitar lesson, i decided to pull over my high school to be 'Grateful' to the teachers. As i walked in, i witness the drastic change of my school compound. I have been in there a few times this year but THIS time, being alone walking in, everything (the newly built things) really caught my eye. I took awhile to admire them and thought about my school principle Pn. Chan, stored within her the hidden talent, who must be an artist at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked on pass the canteen, the parking lot, the 'main' stairs' (Written on a board: Pelajar dilarang menggunakan tangga ini ... haha,  whoever did obey it must be a dorg). Familiar faces and the unfamiliar ones glared at me as if i'm some kind of BIG Ol' Boy who lost his way and found himself there. Not naked of course. Maybe i'm too charming, or too sexy. OH sorry .. must be humble, they miss me! :P called kelvin who then told me they were at the badminton court near the bookshop. (They meaning him and Yi Ming aka Hong-ko, my kindergarten, primary and high school friend) When i got there, WAH! Everyone was there gathered around the court. There were hip-hoppers and dancers working to perfect their moves as well as to get the crowd started. I admire these people because of their 'thick skin', they have the courage to perform in front of the many eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a little awkward as i greeted the first teacher to wish her "Happy Teacher's Day". She was the all and lovely Pn. Tan, my modern maths teacher. She's so funny lar the way she is. Then i met Pn. Chia and Pn. Wong (The counseling teacher). I was telling them about my life and where will i be heading to to further my studies when all of a sudden she started telling me about the consequences of having a girlfriend. Note that i didn't at all mention anything about this topic. She was so absorbed in it and i really think that Pn. Chia was a little bit irritated by that too. Thank Goodness in no time at all, Zhu Hann came to rescue me from that tight situation. He did not actually, but i had an excuse to say goodbye. I pity Pn. Chia who had to continue standing there to listen. Probably for all you know she had ear plugs on. Boy am i evil ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four of us headed to canteen. Along the way i did catch up with some juniors of mine. That Nikkil, gigantic! Yvonne will never be taller than me, that i'm glad. Almost all the teachers are gathered there already feasting on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Free Food&lt;/span&gt;. They offered us of course but we were reluctant to claiming that we had breakfast already (I had mine truthfully and i was still full from it). But finally each of us agreed to a slice of pizza. We were just being kind enough to help them finish their unfinished portion. Finally, we met our school principle, Pn. Chan, who was as ... describe her for me ... with that famous big smile of hers plastered on her face. Then came a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOCKING NEWS! &lt;/span&gt;She will be retiring soon.. if she can't get her contract renewed. News headlines today: "RM 300 mil fund set up, better pay scale for HMs." That's something to re-consider before retiring. Have not read further though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will slot this here, i learned that the school is weird. They had exams on Monday and Tuesday. Postpone a day just for the teachers. Exams will resume on Thursday and Friday. Woah that's cool !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my day, yesterday. Checking out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Dear ex-Buians, Pn. Chan's retirement date: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;28th of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; June&lt;/span&gt;, i think. Stated on Danson's pm. Remember that, ex-Buians. We will be paying her a visit then. Further notices to be updated later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Current mood: *Looks to the left* Missing person there ='( sad. Pretty quiet here. I miss the days when my room was in a mess. ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-4620126302151419049?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/4620126302151419049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=4620126302151419049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/4620126302151419049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/4620126302151419049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2007/05/teachers-day.html' title='Teacher&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-5208329188058082199</id><published>2007-04-25T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T12:23:01.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Notice</title><content type='html'>Three hours till the first leg of Champions League semi-finals. I can feel the people cheering (the FANS) and jeering (Old Grandmama cursing at those nuisance outside their homes, disturbing their perfect peace and tranquil.. you have got to get used to things if you're staying so CLOSE to a stadium, mamm ..) at Old Trafford. I wish to be there to see how the home side get thrashed by the Italians. Being a genuine AC Milan fan in recent DAYS *Kaka inspired*, I would like to be by the TV's side  to go HOORAH ~ for the precious away goals scored. LOL! Wilson .. Glory glory MU ! Sing it down the drain.. I honestly think that history will repeat itself. For the final leg in Athens; AC Milan vs Liverpool! Unfortunately, I'll be having a jam-packed schedule lying ahead tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Got stuffs to pack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A silent prayer for AC Milan, make it 7-1.. * One goal as consolation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be away for at least a week. Don't try to contact me. Till then .. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenn.. the moody~ness, decompose it ! I'll be missing you. Sobs* Take good care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, friends .. stay good and healthy. Best of luck to those with exams ahead of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly.. Fly.. Up in the sky.. Up in the sky.. The sky is so high ! Haha.. Do you remember that? Childhood times, it was on TV.  Goofy sang that when he flew his self-built wooden plane with the help of Donald's gunpowder.. i think**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-5208329188058082199?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/5208329188058082199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=5208329188058082199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/5208329188058082199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/5208329188058082199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2007/04/short-notice.html' title='Short Notice'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-117674019684759102</id><published>2007-04-17T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T12:22:50.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday MUM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday MUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't like being stranded at home. I don't wish to stay home, not at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEG&lt;/span&gt; wants me to be home. My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEG&lt;/span&gt; insists on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry mum, can't go out to get you a gift. You deserve one SO much! You're the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BESTEST&lt;/span&gt; Mum EVER! I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROUD&lt;/span&gt; to be your son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Happy Birthday to you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Happy Birthday to you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Happy Birthday to you .... Mum*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Happy Birthday to you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a wish. Blow the candles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/38867653-117674019684759102?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/117674019684759102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=117674019684759102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/117674019684759102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/117674019684759102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2007/04/birthday-mum.html' title='Birthday MUM'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-117663276772148399</id><published>2007-04-15T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T12:22:43.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HomeRaider</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Brrrinnng* went my phone. My caller id was flashing 'Tim Weng'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"JL, you at home right now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're dropping by in five minutes time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who's WE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see lah later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*TuuuT* Call ended. More like THIRTY minutes later, they showed up. They got lost around my neighborhood I was told. Weng oh weng.. Well, how unexpected of Wei Yen to drive her NEW Kangoo. *Claps* I thought they knew about my injured leg (I feel touched) until I found out later their original plan was just to raid my house. Hahah! Smacks head* but thanks people! Last they of holidays konon.. so free lar you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homes to Raid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Manjuli&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;JL&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raided!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who's next? &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-117663276772148399?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/117663276772148399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=117663276772148399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/117663276772148399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/117663276772148399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2007/04/homeraider.html' title='HomeRaider'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-117662700481365784</id><published>2007-04-15T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T12:22:34.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Flight of..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AHHH~&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;! The horror!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/200/31749/15042007090.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*First person's view*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This may seem like a simulation but NO! This is for real..  a flight of steps and I'm about to descend it. (DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME unless... you have two good pair of legs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a distant ..*What's the commotion?!!!* .. *Shudup!! I'm trying to watch TV*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well, this seems to be just another ordinary staircase up to my bedroom but picture me trying to walk up and down with crutches. I take within 30 seconds to about a minute to get up and down compared to my usual 5 seconds sprint. :S Tough life I'm going through. BIG DEAL~!! Just yesterday after dinner when I successfully took a whole minute to climb up the stairs, mum called me down for fruits. Normally i don't take fruits but it's different then because I realized I left my book downstairs. So being the obedient Mum's son,  I had to descend the steps to get fruits as well as my book. After few slices of oranges, I managed to climb back up the stairs with both crutches supporting my right arm while my left clinging tightly onto the railing beside. *Proud* Mum called me again, only this time it was dessert. (Fruits are desserts too I know but not to my family :P) Dessert = Ice-creams! xP I can NEVER turn down an offer when it's ice-cream you're talking about. Haha! So this poor handicapped young man had to once again face the trouble he had just overcome a minute ago. Got down and got back up! No regrets... It's ice-creams afterall, although it was really tough. Oh dear leg, please get well real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Current mood: HOT! Fooh~ sweating like a cow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-117662700481365784?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/117662700481365784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=117662700481365784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/117662700481365784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/117662700481365784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2007/04/flight-of.html' title='A Flight of..'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-117653716114581215</id><published>2007-04-14T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T12:22:21.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Schedule</title><content type='html'>The NBA season is reaching it's peak as the players gear for the post season. The race for the final playoff spot begins. When you have absolutely NIL things to do, you start to pay attention to the less important ones, one of is the NBA! Something that served greatly as my pastime. To those people who really want to know what do I do at home when you are managing exam stress out there, here is my daily schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monday: Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Some classes to attend to.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Sis comes back on this day.. Yay! Allowance :P NBA in the morning, futsal in the afternoon (sometimes), basketball at night.  Unfortunately, there are times when you don't feel like playing. More like, CAN'T play! Fantasy League update.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: The EPL.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Ping-pong. :s Urgh.. remind me not about sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All packed. No room for nothing else. Occasionally i do have dentist appointments, once every three weeks. (I look forward to see you there Weng, but I don't like the pain! ULCERS shoo~) Can wait no longer to remove my braces. Oh yeah, newspaper is a daily routine although I admit I'm still not really up to date on the world. Often I wonder if Osama bin Laden is already dead. But that can't be right, she's in Singapore and her birthday was just days ago. Happy Belated Birthday Grandma Binnie~!! I hope you wouldn't be too busy hiding from the US troops. You can ask me about today's Comic or what's the latest in the sporting world. Proud to be the ESPN Sportscenter lone part-time coworker. On rare occasions, I would shop with my friends, or sometimes alone if they are all busy. That's my week, every week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies really.. It feels like awhile ago it was New Year's eve, and I turned 19 (NOT .. old) with two great birthday surprises I owe alot to ALL my friends. The next thing I know, it's already the 14th of April. Four great months have passed. Very soon I will be off and we will all be parting. Keep in touch! Don't want to lose nobody while I'm there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th of April ~ Cousin Bro KEL VEEN's Birthday ! Happy Birthday big guy. *A punch delivered directly at his chest* OUch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Current mood: OK. Share my tears of joy and a toast to your 19th Birthday, cousin! Not to mention, Ol'Grandma Binnie. *Blows horn*Balloons POP*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-117653716114581215?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/117653716114581215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=117653716114581215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/117653716114581215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/117653716114581215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2007/04/daily-schedule.html' title='Daily Schedule'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-117648644749078988</id><published>2007-04-13T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T12:22:12.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Physiotherapy .. of pain without pleasure</title><content type='html'>Physiotherapy. Yep, you got that right! My ankle injury is still not alright after a week of traditional Eastern medication and massage. Mum wasn't too happy with it too because not only did it NOT cure me, it caused more trouble .. Rashes! My skin swell up and now there are red patches all over it. Ewww.. Gross! It looks like a 'miku' now. (Miku = Chinese steam bun) Appointment was at 11 which means .. OMG~ NO NBA FRIDAY!(CLIppers at Lakers) :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Eastern did not work, it's Western now. Dr. William Chan's clinic. The last time I was here, I recalled cursing him after I left. :P find out why. When I got there, it was my turn already. "Hello again Doctor!" I said to him. He was his usual-self.. no change. An exact replica of Donald Duck! Haha.. Nawh. Check out Sunday Star to see his picture, where he normally writes an article about sports blah blah.. was it the "Fit for Life" section? He greeted me back and that was when I felt a little guilty. The last time I sprained my left ankle, I came to him too for physio. Well, I was supposed to go for physio for the next couple of days at the clinic but I sort of skipped all my appointments. Why? TOo costly.. RM 50 per session. :S .. I think he remembers me from his past records.. (He's going to get me! =B) Sure enough after I told him about my problem, he immediately ask me to lay on the bed as he started twisting my ankle around. OUCH* I told him to be gentle but he carried on with "HIS" ways... URgh! This guy is really  going all out to get me. No choice, had to bare with the pain. Next was X-ray. Then it was ultrasound.. you know those they use to scan fetuses for their gender. He used that on my right foot and confirm with me that I have tore my Achilles tendon. Not the whole thing though, only partially. It takes about six weeks for it to fully recover. Dang ! No more sports! I'm on crutches now. I was told it'll help me recover faster as I won't be giving my right ankle any strain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got to stop here. The blog's running dry. Besides, I have got an appointment to catch ... &lt;a href="http://www.isketch.net/"&gt; iSketch&lt;/a&gt; :P Mum paid and after we left, I ask her to show me the bill. Guess what? RM 400! OMG ~ There goes my Arsenal jersey. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A deep appreciation is dedicated to Wenn, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Current mood: Leg's itchy, otherwise I'm plastered with a big wide smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-117648644749078988?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/117648644749078988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=117648644749078988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/117648644749078988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/117648644749078988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2007/04/physiotherapy-of-pain-no-pleasure.html' title='Physiotherapy .. of pain without pleasure'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-117630778833756963</id><published>2007-04-12T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T12:21:38.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Original Shubb Capo !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... the choice of MORE than a million musicians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;introducing *drum rolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shubb &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAPO&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/200/363292/11042007088.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that familiar looking thing? It looks like those "Apit-G" we used to use for our K.H. (Kemahiran Hidup .. =P) project. Ahh.. those were the days.. HOUR after HOUR, DAYS.. WEEKS, probably MONTHS. Those were how long we  spent in the school's workshop from form 1, form 2 and form 3 total up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, beach party in there, we did not ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun sand surf !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we did was ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Saw saw and more sawing .. breathing in saw dust every seconds! Great aye? ;) Of course! We practically did everything in there laughing, chatting, yekking, mostly procrastinating .. Oldays, back then we were HUGE procrastinators .. until the very last minute like a week before our wood work project was due. That's when we started panic-kinG .. in the same workshop too! :P So much better than a warm sandy beach, ask anyone of my clicks and they would tell you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT .. A WEEK TO GO???!!" .. everyone yelled at an instant. The gold-rush starts! No more old grandmother tales for everyone were busy pushing, smacking around painting, carving, looking high and low for tools but still the laughter would not stop. That's what I like about it. So eventually, at the very end, we MANAGEd everything in just a single week. The results..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/200/541501/Form3kh.proj.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beauty ! :P .. It really is not too bad for a week's work. See the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/3594911"&gt;JL&lt;/a&gt;, its MINE! (Ignore the reflection. My project's on DISPLAY, sitting gracefully behind a glass. Image special thanks to: &lt;a href="http://zeonzone.blogspot.com/"&gt; ZeonD&lt;/a&gt;) PROUD! :pfft..!! Now if you were to look back at those times, you would not just NOT laugh. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back to the Apit-G look-alike,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/200/571165/11042007087.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; It functions just like one *Apit-G*.  Cost RM69. Don't look at me, I didn't really want to buy it. Who would pay so much for a piece of metal junk like that?! But Dad.. gave me the 'go-ahead', the 'nod', the 'green-lights' .. whatever you name it, it was a YES from dad. :P I conclude, he wanted it. winks* So anyways.. I told Mum about it and she was like "Long term investment". I was like .. OK! and fell silent. For its function, yeah, exactly like an Apit-G except not on wood but rather strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6815/438/200/12042007089.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Says &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Capo"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; (ehem! As what every professor or lecturer would say "Citations" otherwise it would be "Plagiarism") --&gt; "Capos are used to change the key and pitch of a guitar sound without having  to adjust the strings with the tuning keys. It should be noted that the capo is  placed as close to the fret as possible." There you go. Now that all is explained, I can now peacefully begin turning my attention away from this bloody blog back to my guitar .. now with the Capo ! Ahaa.. Jamming down town all night long xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;still a beginner &lt;newbie&gt;&lt;/newbie&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current mood: Sleepy, NOT feeling cold.&lt;br /&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/38867653-117630778833756963?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/117630778833756963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=117630778833756963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/117630778833756963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/117630778833756963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2007/04/original-shubb-capo.html' title='Original Shubb Capo !'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-117628307991809011</id><published>2007-04-11T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T19:23:56.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Testing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra! .. extra !! Read all about it ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-117628307991809011?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/117628307991809011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=117628307991809011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/117628307991809011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/117628307991809011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2007/04/testing.html' title='Testing...'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-117594350232676463</id><published>2007-04-07T18:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T12:21:26.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh.. What is this ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahh.. What is this ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/320/623405/03042007083.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Apparently this '&lt;i&gt;Tau Sar Pieh&lt;/i&gt;' is showing off it's middle finger.&lt;br /&gt;(Mandarin? What mandarin?) :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/38867653-117594350232676463?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/117594350232676463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=117594350232676463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/117594350232676463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/117594350232676463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2007/04/ahh-what-is-this.html' title='Ahh.. What is this ?'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-117594156125583386</id><published>2007-04-07T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T12:21:10.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What can be worst ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What can be worst ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The date is April 7th, 2007. I'm glad the night before was over. Terrible night, terrible things happened and as a result, I can't walk today. Crawl? That's a MUCH better option. Hopeless handicapped I have become giving my '&lt;em&gt;fama&lt;/em&gt;' nothing but an extra burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up feeling great as there was NBA on channel 81 Starsports: The Suns at the Spurs. The good thing is I REMEMBERED! I couldn't help NOT tuning to it because it's been weeks since I last watch a complete NBA match. Most of the other time, my lazy brain would keep me in deep slumber until about 11. ;P ... and I thought it would be a good match with two time MVP (Most Valuable Player) Nash, leading the Suns up against the home team, the Defensive minded Spurs. (The clash of two top titans) Well.. the game turned out to be dull as both teams were NOT in their usual form. Suns' lowest scoring game, at the half, of the season. Another hurdle for them as the Suns look to end their winning drought against the bogus team, where they had not won since 1993. They lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was starving when the game ended. Still no sign of MUM which means, NO food. Just as I was about to give up waiting for Mum, the house phone rang! It was MUM ! ... wait, don't get too excited just yet.. mum called and said to " &lt;em&gt;... get Lunch by yourself&lt;/em&gt;." Sobs* =( Well well, so the independent one had to come up with a bloody good plan on where he would be lunching. :) winks* When I look at the cuckoo-clock hanging on the wall of my living room, it was slightly past 2 already. THose form six students should be done with school. So, I gave one of my good bud a call to see if he'd like to join me for lunch. A positive answer! When I called, he was having his lunch but said he would love to join me as he needed to buy something as a replacement for spoiling one of HIS many girls telephone chain (something like that, I wasn't sure) ;) A friend of mine once told me: "&lt;em&gt;FOr a guy to go out with another guy, two guys ONLY, it looks really GAY".&lt;/em&gt; Again, I dialed another friend’s number.. who had just started his holidays, so we would not look 'tWo' gay. That makes three now. (Gays?) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We three musketeers headed off to the Curve. My original intention there was NOT to get lunch but rather to buy a new soccer ball. Hehe... guys guys, they care MORe about having fun than to filll themselves up. That's why I'm me, the bamboo guy. FIrst stop .. Al-Ikhsan ! We were looking high and low for a good quality ball with 'small low digits' price tag attached to it. So there came one which cost ONLY RM29! A Nike BAll! GRAB IT QUICK! .. that's that, got my ball and hurried off to lunch. (at 15.30, more like tea time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KFC. I decided on that without a slight hesitation thanks to MY personal trainer in Penang. No more fickle old-lunny.. :P Since we've confirmed on ping-pong after that, I decided to eat much more than I could. The new 'Colonel Rice Meal' with its all time famous quote "&lt;em&gt;Never eat rice ah". &lt;/em&gt;Proud to be a '&lt;em&gt;Fan thong' .. &lt;/em&gt;rice pot. ^^Ping pong after that at Tropicana! woohooo~ I suck! Oh well .. I played OK today. The ball barely lasted 10 seconds on the table though =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night .. I had basketball. Quite a number of us (BBall Buds) showed up. I thought it would be a great night for ball as the weather was cool until .. it happened ! I jumped up to get a rebound, came down .. and LANDED on my friend's foot. OUch* The pain was excruciating but lasted only for awhile. My right ankle began to swell up a little bit. Can you believe it? I drove home after that .. with my left foot ever ready set to step on the break pad in case my right foot could not switch in time. Lucky me .. home sweet home in a couple of minutes but that was not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon entering my house, my dad asked "&lt;em&gt;Why do I look so down?&lt;/em&gt;" so I told him what had happened. He, my father, started looking at me with a not-so-nice-looking face. I went upstairs in search for mum but she was too busy in the bathroom. By the time mum came out and saw me lying on the floor, the swell was the size of a golf ball. She started throwing &lt;em&gt;words of wisdom &lt;/em&gt;at me. Mum did not like the idea of me going out for so many activities in a single day. As usual, I promised her not to do so anymore .. hehehe. ;) winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice pack on. Bathe. Massage with ointment followed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop now. Brain's too compact to go on further. My idea of a blog being a place for daily short posts is not getting to me. This whole story is already longer than what I have written altogether for this semester break. Dull~ that's life. Leg hurts.. Nike ball? Chuck it aside. I even had to consume panadols to rid the pain. I cannot believe my day, another bruise in less than a year! No more sports, NO more lengthy essays in my blog. *Woah~ it rhymes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current mood: In pain .. depressant needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-117594156125583386?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/117594156125583386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=117594156125583386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/117594156125583386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/117594156125583386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-can-be-worst.html' title='What can be worst ?'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38867653.post-117084147421745484</id><published>2007-02-07T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T12:20:49.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First timer .. no big deal !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First timer .. no big deal !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;t was the night before that i felt miserably drained from sitting on the computer chair home alone wasting my precious six months of holidays away. Students elsewhere would probably stab me right in the heart. Trying to dodge, oh no.. Bullseye ! I'd be dead before I found out who the crook was, envying me from a far while trying hard HIMself to cope with pure pressure from school (SCHOOL? UNI? whatsoever). When most people would say, school brings nothing but grieve, I would say, school's probably the best especially when it's high school, yeah .. I'm talking about high school! Nothing can beat that! Let's not swirl away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back .. Been up to NO GOOD ! =) toying with the resources i have at home. Computer games, guitar, books, comics. Usual stuffs a teenage guy would do. WhaT ? It's already my last year as a teenager, being 19, is not that old afterall. So this IS my excuse to remain childish playing GAMES, Comics .. ha ! Too much being a game addict isn't going to get me anywhere. So, I concluded that i had to do something to keep myself away from the rotten piles. First, picking up guitar .. yeah that would work on my music part of the brain (was it the left side?). In order to improve my acceptable English level, I stick to the good old ways MUM had always tell me while pulling my ear "Dear boy, read more books for F...* sake" haa .. if you're thinking what's that word with the astrict there, it's Father. OK LAME! "L" .. My mum is more than an average mum i would say, an educated workaholic yet she still has time to nurture us at home. She wouldn't go out blasting us with those words. So we were talking about books ha ! I started off reading "Devil Wears Prada", still not done .. but progressing well. I have cut out the hardwork of finding a good book simply by picking anyone of those with the "New York TIMES bestseller" printed on the copies .. ain't that simple enough to assure somebody that the book is good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that.. so I have started this new blog. To think about it, six months wouldn't be long enough to fill up my BLOG! I have seen many friends with blogs dating five years back. Enjoy your day ! It will be a fresh start ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38867653-117084147421745484?l=jellonut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/feeds/117084147421745484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38867653&amp;postID=117084147421745484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/117084147421745484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38867653/posts/default/117084147421745484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jellonut.blogspot.com/2007/02/first-timer-no-big-deal.html' title='First timer .. no big deal !'/><author><name>Jay Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10834903756456906332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6815/438/1600/104407/Cliphair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
