<?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-6414160</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:43:44.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No name</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-114217698299286848</id><published>2006-03-12T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T23:23:03.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When You Love Someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can really relate to this song.... have been there and yeah.... have gone through those emotions written on every single line... have been bawlin my eyes out. I have a sappy side... terrible but true. It hurts but the pain will heal in time i guess. And no... i do not need anyone to fill that void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone - you'll do anything&lt;br /&gt;You'll do all the crazy things that you can't explain&lt;br /&gt;You'll shoot the moon - put out the sun&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone&lt;br /&gt;You'll deny the truth - believe a lie&lt;br /&gt;There'll be times that you'll believe you can really fly&lt;br /&gt;But your lonely nights - have just begun&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone - you'll feel it deep inside&lt;br /&gt;And nothin else can ever change your mind&lt;br /&gt;When you want someone - when you need someone&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone...When you love someone - you'll sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;You'd give it everything you got and you won't think twice&lt;br /&gt;You'd risk it all - no matter what may come&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone&lt;br /&gt;You'll shoot the moon - put out the sun&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I embrace aging but for some reason im not lookin forward to this bday. Just haven't been emotionally settled to take on such big emotions just as yet. Why is it so hard to forget?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-114217698299286848?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/114217698299286848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/114217698299286848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114217698299286848' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-114157791414288364</id><published>2006-03-06T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T00:58:34.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know its horrible of me to laugh at the misfortunes of others but this version of the Tammy videos just cracked me up.... &lt;a href="http://singaporebeauty.com/index.php/2006/03/03/tammy-video-singapore-part-5/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CLICKY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just ignore the ugly guy with the fangs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-114157791414288364?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/114157791414288364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/114157791414288364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114157791414288364' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-114070713991888440</id><published>2006-02-23T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T23:10:59.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a rather bizzarre and heated up conversation with a fren today. And u know what it is abt? SMS!!! To be abit more specific, 1... ONE... UNO... SATU... SMS! Fren, to be specificm FAKAR claims im too demandin! But i have my reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation is this.... Say u go out with a person of the opposite sex. Date gets a little hot, some flirtin, good chemistry, endless conversation, movie was somewhat excellent, fantastic dinner, hot coffee and ice cream... The works. Then u part and of cuz u have the "Keep in Touch", "Text me", "It was nice meeting u", "Hope ill see u again", "I really enjoyed myself", etc..... U go home, u ask yourself is this person really "The One" or is he/she just only, being nice cuz if he/she wasn't, things would get awkward.... Anyway, hopes always more or less go up. U cannot deny it and no matter how much u try NOT to think abt it, u can't help but wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so u, as the Dat-ee waits for the Dat-er to text u like he/she claims he/she would. BUT... it nv comes. U can't quite help wonderin if he/she is really interested or just being nice. But u still decide to wait (Cows r almost coming home....) But it still doesn't come so u think of all the situations such as "Maybe he/she forgot my number", "Maybe he/she got into an accident", "Maybe he/she is busy with work" and finally u have the "Maybe he/she was just being nice"... Countless reasons start to bounce back and forth in the brain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Maybe he/she forgot my number" -&lt;br /&gt;Angry thoughts would be "If he/she was really sincere, how could he/she have lost my number"&lt;br /&gt;Happy thoughts would be "Maybe he REALLY did lose my number"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Maybe he/she got into an accident" -&lt;br /&gt;Angry thoughts would be "Thats the most unlikely impossible reason unless he is really 'sway'"&lt;br /&gt;Happy thoughts would be "Oh no... that poor thing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Maybe he/she is busy with work" -&lt;br /&gt;Angry thought would be "He/she can't even take 5secs out of 24hts to send me a text"&lt;br /&gt;Happy thoughts would be "He/she is so devoted to his work, i should not expect too much"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Maybe he/she was just being nice&lt;br /&gt;Angry thought would be "Bloody hell!! Kenna play out! (Translation: Bloody hell, Ive been taken for a ride!)"&lt;br /&gt;Happy thoughts would be - THERE R NO HAPPY THOUGHTS IN THIS SCENARIO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followin the story, U decide to text 1st. No reply.. At this stage, u r fightin the urge to seem like a despo but u can't help it and so your finger start click again just in case it got lost in the Singtel/M1/Starhub satelite system (Which i must say... all 3, very efficient!! Lolx) Still nothing, at this point u r btw sad and pissed out. NO reply till the next day.... u r pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dat-er: "Sorry, busy with work?"&lt;br /&gt;Dat-ee: "Too busy to even text?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dat-er: "Really sorry, phone wasn't workin properly" - Such a lame excuse especially since there was no problem with it before u guys met&lt;br /&gt;Dat-ee: "Oh, then how come nv reply to MSN"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dat-er: "Accidentally left my laptop on. Pls dun get upset"&lt;br /&gt;Dat-ee: (No response)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How lame is that!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since im a girl and i actually learnt this myself from Phil, Im givin out this free adivce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a guys claims he likes u and wants to go out again but doesn't text cuz he claims he is too busy with work and start giving lame excuses. Dun bother. If he cannot afford 5secs out of 24hrs. He won't beable to afford anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Please Note: This is an exception to couples having long distance relationships cuz SOMETIMES, satelite lines can really get crossed... It will come through eventually but definately, not more than 2 hrs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Extra Note: Unless u guys have an adventurous partner who goes to places with no reception like being underwater petting stingrays or trekkin for rare orchids in the Amazon, then u should be more understandin to why he can't text. *Smiles*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-114070713991888440?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/114070713991888440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/114070713991888440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114070713991888440' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-114023049492189334</id><published>2006-02-18T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T10:41:34.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just recently, ive been playing ard with my bro's zen micro and i came across this song "Secret" by Maroon 5. Its a terrible deep song and id like pple to listen to it. I thought of putting it up on my blog but i know it would be irritating to pple reading it. Anyway, it kindda ties in with my very recent conversation with a friend. 1 particular line caught my attention "Chemistry and being sociable has a very fine border". I was the one who told him that and as i sat down and reflect on what i wrote. I realise just how true it was. Using me as a classic example, how many times have i fallen in love just on the 1st date? How many times have i fallen outta love becuz of it? How many times have i told pple that so and so is "The One". Trust is, have i been so caught up in the socializin that i have everything all blurred up. Have i become so dumb as to get sucked into such a situation? Or is it the hormones taking over? It does make one wonder doesn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PInk - Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Blue - what i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;Say your goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;Off we go&lt;br /&gt;Some conversation&lt;br /&gt;No contemplation&lt;br /&gt;Hit the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Reckless... but something i would probably do... see what happened with the Switzerland trip and what happened after the party at Rough one upon a time ago........ -_-"' I dun seem to rationalise properly doesn't it but somehow i just trust my intuition... hasn't failed me........... YET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car overheats&lt;br /&gt;Jump out of my seat&lt;br /&gt;On the side of the highway baby&lt;br /&gt;Our road is long&lt;br /&gt;Your hold is strong&lt;br /&gt;Please don't ever let go Oh No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;This paragraph here sounds almost planned and the girl is stuck with some crazy physco who is so drawn by her that it almost seems clingy.. quite scary really. trust me... I KNOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't know you&lt;br /&gt;But I want you so bad&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a secret&lt;br /&gt;But can they keep it&lt;br /&gt;Oh No they can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I can totally relate to this. Its something called H.O.R.M.O.N.E.S... Really, its just takes over and the next min u r doing something u have no idea why u r doing it and u know it won't last but brain is telling it... "Live for the moment". Its gotten to a point of "if something happens, good if not, take it as an eperience."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm driving fast now&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I know how to go slow&lt;br /&gt;Where you at now&lt;br /&gt;I feel around&lt;br /&gt;There you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Refer to paragraph 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool these engines&lt;br /&gt;Calm these jets&lt;br /&gt;I ask you how hot can it get&lt;br /&gt;And as you wipe off beads of sweat&lt;br /&gt;Slowly you say "I'm not there yet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;This is the Road of no turning back if u know what i mean... u have been sucked in, u feel the pleasure, u don't know the future, u r not even sure if u like the person, but u r doing something so pleasureable that u can't stop.... U have no idea why u r doing it but u r just living in the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-114023049492189334?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/114023049492189334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/114023049492189334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114023049492189334' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-113928970487820692</id><published>2006-02-07T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T13:21:44.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It been awhile eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... have spent some time by myself looking at old pictures and reading blogs from the likes of the infamous sarong party girl and single serves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me realise how we as humans can sometimes be so inferior that we have to hide behind a highly decorated and elaborately made up mask. Im not saying that im not inferior at all. I mean put me beside the likes of Heidi Klum and Tyra Banks and ill be the Hunchback of Notre Dame. Put me beside politicians, classical composers, rocket scientists and ill just appear to be a not very bright, untalented, uncultured dickhead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing i was reading today were stuff like pussy power, having a white man as a partner and what turns various sexes on and off. Having no depth whatsoever and just blurting everything out like an 18 year old is just sooo not on. Have been with a few white people and its nothing of that sort. Nothing abt money, nothing abt wanting a citizenship, nothing especially abt big dicks and its definately not trying to be different. The pple ard me aren't that way either. So obvisouly, there must be some kindda statistical problem going on or pple are all very sterotypical(Used to be one of those but maturity taking over). What ever happened to the tall, dark, good looks and charming characteristics? I know it sounds shallow but to me it would definately be better than going after someone for their money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things just turn out the way we nv expect it. I know there are pple who go all out only to date particular races but i think for normal, relatively conservative pple, its accidental. How can a person say that she/he only thinks that she/he can get along better with ang mohs better just becuz she/he has been brought up surrounded by european novels, western culture and gourmet. With globilization happening now... it would seem soon that everybody would want an ang moh partner if we use the above as a guildline. So everybody who enjoys drinking coca cola and eating ben and jerry's(1 thing i dun understand. Ben and Jerrys have been ard for quite some time now but why is it suddenly so popular?)... does that make them any more western compared to those who enjoy eating western novels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching (Or some pple believe in waitin) for a partner is not a trend! Its not like buying a dog. This year its Silky terriers and Chihuahuas and the next year is huskies and German shepards. Dogs require a commitment but unlike a person, not a lifelong commitment (they just generally don't live that long!) Anyway, if choosing to date different races is a trend, what happens if the trend dies off (Like a dog)? At lease if you go by looks now, both will gradually shivel and turn ugly together unless of cuz u join the millionaire's club then u can afford to switch pretty faces, bodies maybe for the perverse, sexes everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe and im very sure that alot of us ahve been through the stage where there is always a reasoning to back up whatever wrong doings that we were doing in the past and even to this date. Nothing is ever wrong if we do not think it is even how much society tells us it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-113928970487820692?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/113928970487820692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/113928970487820692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113928970487820692' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-113575482825319104</id><published>2005-12-28T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T15:27:08.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/1600/dec%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/320/dec%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/1600/dec%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/320/dec%20048.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/1600/dec%20142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/320/dec%20142.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/1600/dec%20056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/320/dec%20056.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/1600/dec%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/320/dec%20012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things... sooo little time. Re-cap.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Parents came down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have to re-do one of my assignments cuz i was accused of plagarism... Bloody hell!! This takes up alot of time... ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I've started a new hobby... Patchwork... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. X'mas and all the stuff with it.   ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-113575482825319104?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/113575482825319104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/113575482825319104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113575482825319104' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-112805293953481000</id><published>2005-09-30T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T12:30:55.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im procastinating can..... Which is better? Read abt my discussion on the results of a blind date or discuss abt how widely spread is liver fluke?? Heh... I read your mind ... The former... Duh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok, on with the "discussion". Phill was bored and inspired by cupid and suddenly came up with this "brillant" plan to match-make Christina and Luke you see..He thought it was a very asian thing to be a match-maker.... So....... He got his ingredients together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/1600/fun%20065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/200/fun%20065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/1600/fun%20049.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/1600/fun%20041.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/1600/fun%20056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/200/fun%20056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/1600/fun%20033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/200/fun%20033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recipe:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Far left: The Girl, Christina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Center: The Guy, Luke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left: The "Matchmaker"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that JASMINE had no part to play in this!! SHE was only I/C of bbq-ing Chocolate coated bananas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the date was 24th Sept and the set up was stage the Mt. Cootha picnic area where we had a bbq/picnic lunch and then we went for a walk in the Botanical Gardens. Everything went swell... talked, laughed, giggled, joked, had drinks(Non-alcoholic) and the Japanese Garden created the purrrrfecto atmosphere(This is despite the fact the Phill almost made me fall into the pond)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results!!! ...................... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/200/fun%200493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                                       SUCCESS!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i would love to discuss more with u readers out there but, due to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My Lit Review on liver flukes&lt;br /&gt;2. Code of Honour ... I've mastered the art of secret keepin ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im can't and not allowed to respectively.. Heh Cannot bully my good friend here in Brisbane.. Hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/1600/fun%200662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/200/fun%200662.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Christina and Me outside the Japanese Gardens. :) Pior to us entering the Kingdom of Lovers Santuary.... *giggles*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/1600/fun%200622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/200/fun%200622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Luke + Christina = Lustina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phillip + Jasmine = Pasmine &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-112805293953481000?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/112805293953481000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/112805293953481000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112805293953481000' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-112778080027966799</id><published>2005-09-27T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T08:26:40.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/1600/thomas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/320/thomas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/1600/leyburn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/320/leyburn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-112778080027966799?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/112778080027966799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/112778080027966799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112778080027966799' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-112729410381204250</id><published>2005-09-21T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T08:52:53.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/1600/IMG_8227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/320/IMG_8227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people.... Thank you for visiting Jasmine and Phill's Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...... Hmm...This is Phill dictating to Jasmine and if u don't like what u read in this &lt;a href="mailto:%$#@-ing"&gt;%$#!-ing&lt;/a&gt; blog, complain to Phill and not to Jassy.... heheheh.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im the happiest man in the world because i get to wake up every morning to an angelic precious little creature, named Jasmine.... this might sound a little mushy but if you don't like it, please turn away now!!!! Hmm...erm.... I still remember the 1st nite that i saw my little angel... she came to meet me at Nerang Station on a Friday night. She was the most gorgeous woman that has ever gone out of her way to catch a train to come and see a bloke like me. I was a lil nervous at 1st but she made me feel at ease by the time we reached the natural bridge to see the glow worms.... and by the way, since im a gentlemen, we won't go any further with that story but i tell u... Hahahahhaha... Anyway, it was a nice night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, thanks for taking the time to read our blog... Uuh.... Ill try to come up with something more interesting the next time. Maybe some gossip if you are lucky. This is Captian Phill signing off... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/320/fun%200141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/320/fun%200132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-112729410381204250?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/112729410381204250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/112729410381204250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112729410381204250' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-112609975132993790</id><published>2005-09-07T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T21:29:11.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As Promised..... *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/1600/IMG_8357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/400/IMG_8357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My flowers... bought by MY bf, a certain Mr Weston cuz i was sick... Aww.... *Grins*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/1600/Phil&amp;Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/400/Phil%26Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A lil collage of pics.... Read previous post. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-112609975132993790?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/112609975132993790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/112609975132993790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112609975132993790' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-112545948571640781</id><published>2005-08-31T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T11:38:05.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im finally blogging again after such a long long time... updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM FAT!!!!!!!!! Okok, so what else is new right but im REALLY REALLY FAAATTT!!!! This is a drawback of leaving Singapore and seeing someone who cannot stop bringing you out and feeding you. Hahaha "Must stop eating Carbs" Something i keep telling myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i am seeing someone. Phillip Clifford Weston... Thats the name of a going 25 year old ang moh. Will post pics up when im home and when im not too busy making out... HAhahahah This explains why im suddenly like MIA or something... No no... im not dead yet(Damn you bastards who wished i was!! .... Muahahahah). Been freezin my poor FAT ass off high up on the mountains for the last 3 weekends. Going to all the different markets in Gold coast and also meeting lots of his family and friends. Feels like the 1st 3 days of Chinese new year. Oh oh... and instead of those matching rings thing, we have matching friendship bands!!! I guess its a good alternative for me, if u all know what i mean... :P  Oh, guess what happened yesterday when i got home from uni? I was lying in bed talking to him and that silly person kept asking me if my head was comfortable... he kept hinting becuz he actually put a box in between my pillow covers and guess what was in the box? A gold diamond ring!!!!! I was stunned.... like really shocked-stunned. It not very big but i like it alot... its soooo girlly!!! Its on my lil pinky now glittering and shimmering under the sun... Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics will be up soonish... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-112545948571640781?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/112545948571640781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/112545948571640781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112545948571640781' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-112381238893605788</id><published>2005-08-12T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T10:06:28.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/1600/Slide1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/320/Slide1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mambo Nite in Australia... Who would have thought. Anyway, held in conjuction with National day (Any reason to party really... lolx). It wasn't really crowded but i guess its cuz its a thursday nite and pple would wanna go to uni on fri becuz they r good students and they all wanna get good grades, good attendance and that really missing 1 or in my case, 3, would cuz u to be a failure for the rest of your life. *sticks out tongue* Went with Johnny, Daphne and Charlie. Charlie's johnny's fren and he is damn bloody power man... Talks to everyone, buys everyone drinks, managed to bluff the organiser that we were from some sponsor company by sayin he knew "Steven".. like who the fuck is Steven right... none of us knew any steven from any sponsors... Haha All that just so we need no pay cover which was just 10bucks... Haha He said he dun mind spendin in clubs and all but he just minds the cover charge part... Anyway, we managed to get in and he was oh man... flirtin and drinking with everyone... he is really quite the ah beng with the black jacket which made him look like a bouncer, the gold center parting hair, the many many bling bling rings... Lol. I find it so hard to describe him cuz he is really a person to be seen and heard. Its no fun just reading abt him... hahah And 1 more thing. I HAVE ZERO-TOLERANCE FOR PPLE WHO TELL ME THEY WILL FUCKIN "CONFIRM WITH ME LATER"!! IF U DO NOT WANNA FUCKIN GO, JUST FUCKIN TELL IT TO MY FACE AND NOT WASTE MY FUCKIN TIME AND GIVE ME FUCKIN FALSE HOPE! There u go... just a bit of my chest. Oh yeah... guess what! I actually met Sean at the club!!! OMG!!!!! I know!! What r the odds of meeting your sec sch fren in a foreign land right?.. Heehee... We were both screaming like those american teenage girls when they see someone like Bradd Pitt or Hugh Grant or something... AAhhhhh!!!! *hands wavin frantically* He is still as darling as ever. And i still wonder if he is gay... Lol Well, dun care dun bother... he is GOOD fun! Heh Soo mambo-ish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/320/Slide21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oohh... This is a lil something i made (DUH!).. We have so much fun together. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6414160-112381238893605788?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/112381238893605788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/112381238893605788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112381238893605788' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-112359409699631249</id><published>2005-08-09T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T21:28:17.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I nv knew how much i miss home until i spent my nite here in Brisbane watching the live broadcoast of NDP with Daphne and Raymond. Was so excited that i had a small NDP gathering at my place with pasta, mudshakes and Kek Batik... Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that streaming was extremely excrucitating with all the bufferin going every 10 sec, the lagging(1 min we watched some army guys and the next the whole contingent was gone!!!! UGH!!!! All the cute guys, GONE!!! Daphne and i were so pissed)... hahah and that the images turned green and upside down countless times, we still endured by it amidst the cussin n swearin... As the skies in Sg turned dark, the better the connection got. THANK GOD! It was an absolutely amazing experience. The 1st thing we were discussing was "Is the commentator Daniel Ong??"... lol Daphne and i were just ooglin at both guys and girls, looking for her bf flying some kite thingy and commenting how NDP this yr was so awesome and we were also amazed at how many "subhurbs" were involved this yr and Raymond was just askin us so many qns regarding Singapore and said how much the parade was beautiful and how Hong Kong doesn't have such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fireworks was amazing this yr... SO MUCH!!!! It was very pretty.... and then we were singing along to the Singapore songs and reciting the pledge(I can remember the words!!) here in my room and then doing the "Hip Hip Singapore" cheer... lol Its fantastic! Nv felt happier being a "Sing-gy" lol... The part where they sang "For this is where i know im home"... It really kindda pulled at the heart strings and i think Daphne felt it too cuz when i told her i felt inspired by that 1 line, she said she felt it too. Im not saying we r patriotic Singaporeans or anything but when u r so far away from home, just being able to enjoy that simple moment with your home country, that bit of celebration, that bit of accent, how we were brainwashed as kids to remember all those retarded national day songs.. Lol and of cuz seeing those once u thought were irritating stars like Gurmit Singh and Sharon Aw... Haha U miss actually miss that and its a good thing too. Raymond commented it seems like we were enjoyin ourselves... how we shrieked with glee when the connection became perfect. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore will always be my home no matter where i am.&lt;br /&gt;Some may say Singapore has nothing to offer, its a small nation, its filled with govt brainwashed zombies, its a crap country but so what... u create the person u r. Not the country.&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure how pple would feel, but Im proud to be a Singaporean, a Sing-gy.&lt;br /&gt;And im lookin fwd to go home. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 40th BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-112359409699631249?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/112359409699631249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/112359409699631249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112359409699631249' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-112287782303407794</id><published>2005-08-01T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T14:44:16.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know the phrase "Save the best for last"... a classic example is this. Tune off Don Henley's last solo album... took 42 years to write and 4mins to sing. Incredibly beautiful lyrics with an awesome tune to match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/320/P07-13-05_18.00.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;HEART OF THE MATTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I got the call today, I didn't wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;But I knew that it would come&lt;br /&gt;An old, true friend of ours was talkin on the phone&lt;br /&gt;She said you'd found someone&lt;br /&gt;And I thought of all the bad luck,&lt;br /&gt;And the struggles we went through&lt;br /&gt;And how I lost me and you lost you&lt;br /&gt;What are these voices outside love's open door&lt;br /&gt;Make us throw off our contentment&lt;br /&gt;And beg for something more?&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to live without you now&lt;br /&gt;But I miss you sometimes&lt;br /&gt;The more I know, the less I understand&lt;br /&gt;All the things I thought I knew, I'm learning again&lt;br /&gt;I've been tryin to get down&lt;br /&gt;To the heart of the matter&lt;br /&gt;But my will gets weak&lt;br /&gt;And my thoughts seem to scatter&lt;br /&gt;But I think it's about forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Even if, even if you don't love me anymore&lt;br /&gt;These times are so uncertain&lt;br /&gt;There's a yearning undefined&lt;br /&gt;And people filled with rage&lt;br /&gt;We all need a little tenderness&lt;br /&gt;How can love survive in such a graceless age?&lt;br /&gt;The trust and self-assurance that lead to happiness&lt;br /&gt;They're the very things - we kill I guess&lt;br /&gt;Pride and competition&lt;br /&gt;Cannot fill these empty arms&lt;br /&gt;And the work I put between us&lt;br /&gt;You know it doesn't keep me warm&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to live without you now&lt;br /&gt;But I miss you, baby&lt;br /&gt;And the more I know, the less I understand&lt;br /&gt;All the things I thought I'd figured out&lt;br /&gt;I have to learn again&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to get down&lt;br /&gt;To the heart of the matter&lt;br /&gt;But everything changes&lt;br /&gt;And my friends seem to scatter&lt;br /&gt;But I think it's about forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Even if, even if you don't love me anymore&lt;br /&gt;There are people in your life who've come and gone&lt;br /&gt;They let you down you know they hurt your pride&lt;br /&gt;You better put it all behind you baby; life goes on&lt;br /&gt;You keep carryin that anger; it'll eat you up inside, baby&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to get down&lt;br /&gt;To the heart of the matter&lt;br /&gt;But my will gets weak&lt;br /&gt;And my thought seem to scatter&lt;br /&gt;But I think it's about forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Even if, even if you don’t love me&lt;br /&gt;I've been tryin to get down&lt;br /&gt;To the heart of the matter&lt;br /&gt;Because the flesh will get weak&lt;br /&gt;And the ashes will scatter&lt;br /&gt;So I'm thinkin about forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Even if, even if you don’t love me&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness - baby&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Even if, you don't love me anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-112287782303407794?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/112287782303407794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/112287782303407794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112287782303407794' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-112210604051300964</id><published>2005-07-23T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T14:37:12.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STRADDIE TRIP!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My last week of holidays was spent in mostly in North Stradbroke island, QLD with a Kiwi, Ruth, a Pom, James and a dutch guy, Ronnie, and bits and pieces with a group of surfer aussies from Griffith University. 5 star campin trip!!! I know it sounds silly to be campin in winter but its something different and its kindda cool... i dun mean literally of cuz. I think campin becomes more luxurious when u r above 30 years of age. Read below to find out... Hehehe Anyway, spent most of my time with the 30+ year old pple. Went beach walkin, lookin for whales and dolphins at Point Lookout, saw Brown lake, Tripod, some forest that went through a bush fire a couple of yeard back, etc Its really cool to be drivin ard with a 4WD. Cuts through sand, trenches, ditches, rocky steps, muddy water with ease. And u don't get stuck in the sand if u r drivin along the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The back part of the vehicle not only managed to load up the tonnes of stuff Ronnie brought like a stove, table, foldable chairs, 2 Eskis with lots of booze and munchies, everything u would need in a kitchen like all the cultery, tea towel, &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='&lt;a  style='text-decoration: none; border-bottom: 3px double;' href=" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;" si="'22&amp;k="&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='pots and pans'; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;" href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=22&amp;k=pots%20and%20pans"&gt;pots and pans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;" href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=22&amp;k=pots%20and%20pans"&gt;pots and pans&lt;/a&gt;, salt and pepper, bowls, plates, mugs and cups(They r different!! 1 is for hot and the other is for cold!), etc... Simple too many things he brought... Oh and his TAJ MAHAL!! This super big tent that was more like a tentage thing that pple in Sg used for "Ge Tai". It super useful when it rains man... and this is a fact cuz the weather was kindda dissappointin but at least it wasn't pourin cats and dogs. But u had to stay in most of the time unless u wanted to get the sniffles. It back part also doubled up as my sleepin quaters for 2 nites with 2 layers of foamy mattresses, toasty doonas and pillows!! Loved it!! Ronnie is a solid camper man. Lolx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Food was also unbeliveably good for a campin trip. Imagine havin this for Breakfast &gt;&gt; Wholemeal pancakes with banana and &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='&lt;a  style='text-decoration: none; border-bottom: 3px double;' href=" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;" si="'22&amp;k="&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='maple syrup'; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;" href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=22&amp;k=maple%20syrup"&gt;maple syrup&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;" href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=22&amp;k=maple%20syrup"&gt;maple syrup&lt;/a&gt;. Lunch on the 1st n 2nd day (Ingredients more or less the same ) &gt;&gt; Make your own sandwich... choice of salami, salmon, ham, &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='&lt;a  style='text-decoration: none; border-bottom: 3px double;' href=" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;" si="'22&amp;k="&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='cherry tomatoes'; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;" href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=22&amp;k=cherry%20tomatoes"&gt;cherry tomatoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;" href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=22&amp;k=cherry%20tomatoes"&gt;cherry tomatoes&lt;/a&gt;, zuchini, lettuce, swedish cheese, hommas, chick pea chips, butter and a whole mix of fresh fruit like mandarins, bananas, apples, pears and avacados. Dinner on the 1st nite &gt;&gt; 3 course meal.. Pumpkin soup, alfred pasta with marinated bbq pork loins, salad and chocolate pieces for dessert. Dinner on 2nd nite &gt;&gt; Red lamb curry with rice. For snacks we had chips and tortilas with fresh Quadcamole dip... i reckon i can made a delicious one now. Quite confident! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Drinks... Man... i need a whole entire new paragraph for this!!! It bloody unbelieveable whole these pple drink... its like water does not exist!!! I swear Ronnie must have drunk abt 12 bottles on the 1st day before the sun went down!!! I lost count how much he drank after the moon came up. The others were the same too. Wat u wanted they had (I bought my Lychee Liquer.. yum!). Beers.. many different brands, vodka, bourbon, red wine, port, etc... Ooh and i found a really good winter Drink. Its called Glogg. Ruth and James made it from some Swedish recipe... trust the damn Sweds to come up with something like that. Its made with Red wine, port, Brandy caramelised with sugar, Vodka, Cardamon seeds, cloves, cinnamon sticks, orange peel, almonds and rasins or sultanas all boiled up until the flavours all come out or until they r just simmerin... just before drinkin, add a shot of vodka in a mug and top it up with the fruity mix. Its soooooooo good and it keeps u warm. But there is a trick to drinkin that stuff. Becuz it so hot and its like 80% alcohol(I believe u can disinfect the lab benches with that), the fumes just hit your nose and u just start to cough and splatter. So what u do is u don't breathe for a moment and just suck in the liquid. YUMMY! I reckon itd make an awesome Christmas drink but S'pore too hot... we'll all be strippin after 2 sips... HAhhahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Enough Talk... Pictures time!!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/1600/srad1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/400/srad1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Campin in North Stradbroke Island, QLD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/1600/strad1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/400/strad1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jasmine camping in North Stradbroke Island, QLD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-112210604051300964?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/112210604051300964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/112210604051300964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112210604051300964' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-112172929949021371</id><published>2005-07-19T07:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T07:28:19.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;EXCLUSIVE&lt;/span&gt; FOR &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OLIVER&lt;/span&gt; aka Mr DEMANDIN...... NAH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/1600/jo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/400/jo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-112172929949021371?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/112172929949021371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/112172929949021371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112172929949021371' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-112166942295272884</id><published>2005-07-18T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T14:53:33.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/1600/Byron2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/400/Byron1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trip to Byron Bay, NSW with Aaron. Its very very beautiful... best Sunrise cuz its in the most easterly point. And prolly one of the bestest beach ive been to so far&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/1600/Tassie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/400/Tassie1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This is my trip to Tasmania with Daphne to visit JQ... so DAMN fun lah!!! We should do this again sometime... WOOHOO!!! &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7874/98/400/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what i am capable of when im bored... how predictable of me right... lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls click on the pics IF YOU WANT to enlarge them. Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-112166942295272884?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/112166942295272884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/112166942295272884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112166942295272884' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-112028635107037481</id><published>2005-07-02T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T14:47:31.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know im abit slow but im in love with Maroon 5 and The cat empire... Everyone should get their album. Such good chill out music.. how can anyone resist. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, something unmentionable happened yest and it got me upset. I do have skeletons in my closet and i told them to someone. Now im totally regretting it... well, somewhat. Im not a strong person. Im very very weak..almost pathetic... im normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure how the other person is thinking now. I dun wanna anything negative to happen but i really dunno. The odds r against me... i wished i did not open my big fat mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-112028635107037481?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/112028635107037481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/112028635107037481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112028635107037481' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-112004392329026498</id><published>2005-06-29T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T11:51:17.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;From Hobart with Love...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/jashols/pic1_large.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me neat JQ's place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/jashols/pic4_large.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;View from Christ college&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/jashols/pic8_large.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waitin for the bus to Richmond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/jashols/pic15_large.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Famous Richmond Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/jashols/pic29_large.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JQ &amp;amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/jashols/pic46_large.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1st church in Richmond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/jashols/pic70_large.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the war memorial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/jashols/pic47_large.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn freakin wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/jashols/pic41_large.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the Cadbury factory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/jashols/pic93_large.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the Cadbury boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/jashols/pic34_large.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cadbury moo moo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/jashols/pic105_large.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tasman Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/jashols/pic65_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Derwent/Hobart River/sea/ocean/lake??!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/jashols/pic61_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pic taken at 2.30pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-112004392329026498?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/112004392329026498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/112004392329026498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112004392329026498' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-111952323903918208</id><published>2005-06-23T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T18:40:39.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh!! 2 more days to the last paper!!! I cannot wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh!! 2 more days before i can watch Batman Begins..... very very excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh!!! 3 more days to Tassie.. im estatic!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum has given me the go sign to get a d.cam!!! Woohoo!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum has agreed to me ownin my own place when u come back next yr!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum told me i can get a doggie when im back!!!! A corgi!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Happy happy happy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-111952323903918208?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111952323903918208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111952323903918208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111952323903918208' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-111909324321998368</id><published>2005-06-18T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T19:14:03.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a cut and paste done from an email i just sent... i shall just put it here cuz i think some pple might relate to this... its edited here and there but the main points r still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Im writing becuz im bored and i need to get away from all that work on viruses and how cell evolve.... *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know sometimes i wonder why i study so hard. Ive always wanted a simple and meaningful life but yet as i grow older, im craving the high life. As i told u before, the high end shoppin(Gucci, prada, rolex, etc), the high teas with my ladies in posh places, the never ending cocktail parties and exclusive invites and of cuz to be respected by many. Its not like the me before and it scares me to think that i might be of of those pple who might not have a life. Its gonna be like Born &gt; Study &gt; Work &gt; Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long before when i was young, my parents used to ask me what i wanted to be. Ive always wanted to be a vet then a lawyer then a counsellor and even a pastor. I dun think there is connection to all this occupations at all. Lets the reason why i am not all of those now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Vet - Ive just realise that as much as i love animals...i cannot bear to cut them open even if its for a gd cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Lawyer - I lie really well... hahaha and i have gd facts but when u put me up in front of pple, i can nv say anything and even when i do, it nv sounds impt anymore. Used to be in the debate club and i loved writin down the facts to counter attack my opponents cuz i catch things fast but everything comes out wrong so in the end i always opted to be in the side line as the helper debater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Counsellor - My parents flipped when i told them that. I think even to a certain, dissapointed cuz i think its not a job that can provide a well... high income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pastor - I think im too sinful... hahaha Seriously now,  its bad to me that i dun even trust in my own religion that much. Im always questioning. It can be seen from 2 angles but to me, its the bad one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think my parents ever thought i would be where i am now cuz im constantly switchin my life path. 1 Min i wanna do this, the next min, i wanna do that. The thing is that i like to back myself up with options just in case anything happens at least i know i have something else. To them, they think im the independant sort and id like them to keep thinking that way so they won't have to worry... ill sort things out eventually even though if its means if i have to do it the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive always been the "Jack of all trades, Master of none" person. Ive nv been exceptionally interested in anything like ive nv really gone into anything and read up abt it. Ive nv been a groupie as in to follow what all my friends are doing like be into a certain trend or chase super stars or collect albums and merchandise of that 1 particular a hottie... of cuz when it comes to going to places for dinner or parties i just go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know... for the longest time... i really would like to drop everything and do something i really want to do. To travel the world... to just risk everything and believe that God will provide... for my case i guess what i would need to drop, is money (As u can from above, its the very materialistic side of life i crave.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it really hit me quite hard when someone asked me before if i have ever considered doing missionary work. I have tot abt doing mission for the longest time. Be it abt spreadin religion of just helping the less fortunate somewhere else in the world or it even could be saving animals and stay out there in the middle of nowhere and built something up from nothing. But i keep pushin it off... i keep tellin myself there is always a next yr, there is always a next time. I keep telling myself i will do it 1 day.... im not sure if that day is ever gonna come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typin this has realise how much my life as detoriated since i left high school. I came from a below average high sch. I intereacted with so many people... learnt so much from them abt the tough side of life and how cruel it can be. Alot of my high sch mates came from problematic families u see. It was culture shock for me as i came from a christian primary sch and also my family is awesome and we dun have much problems. Anyway, being there, i told myself i nv want my future to have problems like theirs... i wanted the perfect life. I worked my ass off for my grades to get into science as it was the "in and upcoming" thing and since then ive been this power hungry person(I wanna be called Dr. Koh.. haha)where failure is not an option. I think im living my life the wrong way. I wanna go back to before but its so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad always told me that money can never buy lifelong happiness. Its the experience and things you do for others that will make you happy... Am i listening to what he is saying to me? No.. or rather.. not yet.... im always so scared of everything... I should let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think ive typed enough. Its gettin me all depressed and teary eyed. I should go now."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-111909324321998368?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111909324321998368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111909324321998368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111909324321998368' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-111897022234824166</id><published>2005-06-17T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T09:06:43.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh!!! The Metabolism and Nutrition paper was so bad!! Soooo BAD!! Even the past 3 yrs of past yr exam paper couldn't help me. For the 1st time, I actually left an entire section blank cuz i have completely nothing to write... 10marks!! So bad!! So bad!!! Ill be happy if i get a D... I dun wanna re-sit for the paper... Ugh!! Im so upset....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is retribution for me muckin ard when i should be studyin. I blame BIG BROTHER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Fernsy for the 5hrs... Got up this morning wishin i was in Robina. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-111897022234824166?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111897022234824166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111897022234824166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111897022234824166' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-111795569575517127</id><published>2005-06-05T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T15:14:55.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 18th Birthday to my bro, Jeremy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: To the girl/s who will break his fragile heart... Be prepared to answer to me cuz my bro here, is AWESOME!! Lolx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-111795569575517127?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111795569575517127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111795569575517127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111795569575517127' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-111784833738230276</id><published>2005-06-04T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T09:44:02.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do pple actually still read my blog... i have to admit that i myself find it borin sometimes... My life is as such so BITE ME! I really see no point in jazzing it up with words anymore... i miss the entertainment in talkin. The facial expressions especially... the shock, the awe, the blur, the stunned and the NO WAY U R FUCKIN SHITTIN ME look.... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from Ronnie's... I think this might become a weekly ritual... Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a gd week. Tonnes of gd news... mainly from my grades. Molecular micro mid sem 81/108, Biochem poster 8/10, Nutrition write up 25/25, Oli comfirmed his flight (Finally!!) and it last week of uni which means no more assignments!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at the M'sian Society makan get together last nite (UQ main refract)... I was actually kindda lookin fwd to it cuz there was gonna be Nasi Lemak there. All turned out to prove 1 point. NEVER HAVE ANY FORM OF EXPECTATION!!!! Fuck!!! The food was CRAP!!!! Little and not nice (C'mon man.... U want pple's money, u gotta QC your products 1st!! And on top of that, we r your own asian counterparts... We know the standard!!!) and the food was LATE!!! U know how you wonder sometimes if the chicken drumsticks actually came from a chicken cuz really it's the size of a pigeon... Anyway, apart from that, I kindda made a few friends and it was odd how some people just spoke to me in Malay. I mean yeah I can understand and reply appropriately, but I just found it odd. From the conversation, I learnt how to make Kek Batik!! Woohoo!!! Something to do over the holidays... Oh and there was a roti prata man.. or rather, BOY, there too... lets just say that the skill and speed to roti prata making matures with age and if u haven't attained that level, just get the freaking instant ones so people would not have to freakin' wait like 10 million years for 1 piece of prata!!!!! The only gd thing, which to me was bad, was the DJ. Gd becuz it was all dancey music... RnB, Top40,etc and yeah just basically those clubby types but bad becuz he got me craving to go out... it was the last day of Uni for fuck sake! Loosen up!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home early after dinner cuz I was hungry and freakin bored... Ended up watching 15mins of Disney's Beauty and the Beast before I saw Ronnie online and we decided to meet to go out. Was suppose to go clubbin/pubbin... basically just out of Camira St. He suggested RE or Regatta so I was all decked out in my satin-ish &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='halter top'; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;" href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=22&amp;k=halter%20top"&gt;halter top&lt;/a&gt;, my sexy boots with jeans tucked in, my stylish Veronica Maine coat and my chinesey &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='silk scarf'; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;" href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=22&amp;k=silk%20scarf"&gt;silk scarf&lt;/a&gt;.... Walked to his place and ended up bummin at his place!!! Stupid guy was slightly pissed drunk when I met him at the Fiveways with Zac. That bugger actually actually had 6 beers already (While watching Lethal weapon 3)!! Had more drinks there... I think I might start to like Apple Snapps...yum yum yum!! *Grins* We chatted the whole nite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is 1 thing we r both gonna do during the hols. We r gonna go to a Swingers Club (I wasn't mentally prepared to go last nite... yet)!! In short for people who do not know, its a place where u go as a couple and u swop partners/get involved in orgies/3-somes/4-somes/10-somes/voyuer other pple/u can just go and see what it is abt... dun have to get involved with anything. It sounds completely crazy I know!! *laughs* Im turning into such a bad-ass girl (Just as long I don't fail my exams becuz of it im cool...)... haha Anyway, then the conversation went on to something more serious like we if had any fantasies... and that one got me stumped... I don't have any hot ones really like havin sex in public like on a deserted beach in broad daylight, being video taped and photographed naked, being tied up, doing it in the airplane lavatory, having double penetration (This one completely freaks me out!!). What exactly is a fantasy? Isn't a fantasy suppose to be something that cannot be possibly done? I mean, c'mon... being tied up and having a 3-some is so common nowadays... it surely cannot be that difficult to find someone who is willing to cooperate. Many guys would jump at the chance to do a 3-some (Its weird how 3-some can be much easier initiated by females than by males... I mean its kindda pervy and typical if a guy were to want it but if a female ask for it, it was whhoooaaahhhh.... soo sexy hot!)!! Then later after much discussion and abit of bickerin(hahahah!).. Conclusion, a fantasy, something no doubt do-able, is taboo to be spoken out aloud. Its like everybody wants it but nobody wants to talk abt it (And i thought this only happens in asian society... we r not the only conservative ones after all!!). Anyway, then coming to me, mine were all like make-out fantasies and not sex fantasies... Kitchen bartop, in a store room full of clothes, gettin locked up in Ikea's bedroom dept and like in a really luxurious spa in the Mediterranean or something, dunk me in liquid gold baby!!! I came to a conclusion that I don't have any stylo-milo fantasies yet becuz I haven't had sex yet. Prolly when i have, the creative juices will start to churn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my readers, What's YOUR fantasy? C'mon tell me.... just leave a comment... Its ok if u r too chicken shit to leave a name. *sticks her tounge out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it normal to be scared of Sex? Not so much for the fact that the girl might get pregnant and that poor girl's life will be in jeopardy, blah blah blah... bur rather becuz of the pain caused by the breakin of the Hymen(spell?) I know thats my reason... Hmm ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, interesting fact of the day. Did u know that if u were to sleep with 1 person here, u r indirectly sleepin with 288 other people? Hmm... Something to ponder abt now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wwwhhhhhooooaaaahhhh.... i actually can type sense under the effects of stress...stress that i should be revising but im actually ramblin here in this wee bit of personal cyber space.... I need my honey water now.... *My liver is coming outta my mouth*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-111784833738230276?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111784833738230276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111784833738230276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111784833738230276' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-111754016040717624</id><published>2005-05-31T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T19:52:37.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would like to describe the week before as somewhat gd. The beginning was bad though with prep for Virology Prac exam and the Biochem presentation with the former being a KILLER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virology exam - 9 qns with sub parts and only 50mins... Went to the lab, sat in my seat and felt the stacks of papers in front of me and started to give a sian face... so freakin thick!!! Gives a new meanin to writin for your life. Whatever u know, just throw out... no time to think, dunno then skip either 1st or never. Not surprising to not do qns.. no time sia(Haven't happened to me... yet)!! My hands were pale and shaking after the exam( Someone actually commented why i look so tired... Lol)... Honestly i hate Paul Young... He sets the toughest papers... u get pass him, i guess u get past anybody...No past yr paper at all and only multiple choice and T/F qns but trick is that if u pick F, have to give a reason. Well, at least im lucky that its not multiple multiple choice this yr... lots opf complaints from past yr students it seems. I have nice seniors.... Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biochem Presentation - Totally nv prepare cuz i was studyin for vir exam and basically was panickin cuz what i did was all cuttin and pastin from the journal "Crystal Structure of Human Peroxiredoxin, a novel mammalian protein at 1.5A", which was the journal given to us and i know nothing abt the damn protein and how to even look at the mess of ribbons/stick/ball/alpha/beta diagram shoved into the poster. *sweat* And best part was i volunteered to do the main part somemore... talk abt the structure, active site, etc... basically describe the structure, why at 1.5A, anything special abt the protein, how is it different from other proteins, etc.... did not help when i realised that we (Weiching and i were workin together) were gonna get interviewed by 2 gorgeous aussie boys!!! The 1 thing i hate is lookin stupid in front of gorgeous pple... not so much females cuz i know im always smarter but rather males... cuz i dunno... i dun like to be seen as the lower species as what make males would like to think. Spent a gd half hr tryin to absorb as much as i could and understand as much as i could... answered every qns properly and NO i wasn't bull shittin.. i actually understood what i talked abt... Lol All perfecto!!! He was gorgeous man!!! Blondish curly messed up hair, sparklin green eyes, golden tan skin, &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='flip flops'; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;" href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=22&amp;k=flip%20flops"&gt;flip flops&lt;/a&gt;, nicely fittin tee, boardies and sunnies sittin nicely on top his crownin glory.... Come to think of it... he looks like Bardie doll's bf, Ken when he is dressed in &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='beach wear'; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;" href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=22&amp;k=beach%20wear"&gt;beach wear&lt;/a&gt;... Hahahha I would have prolly found the other guy hot too but i think he is gay... the feminine kind!!!! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went home after that for awhile before meetin Ronnie and Zac for dinner. Zac's 8yrs old, big for his age, ex racer, affectionate, very adorable, doesn't drool too much, quiet, very handsome and he is soooo solid man!!! Hehe... Zac's a Greyhound. Walked him back to Ronnie's place before drivin out to the bottle shop. Made lychee martinis!! I dunno how the pubs/bars manage to get it to be so light cuz ours was super strong!! We kindda gave up after 2 huge glasses and he switched to beer after that... was jokin that i was tryin to get him drunk.. Anyway, he made the most awesome dinner!!! Starter was fresh juicy tiger prawns with some dip thing which he refuse to tell what was in it but was damn bloody divine (Gave Zac this edible chew bone i bought as a pressie... suppose to last 30mins but it was gone in 5!)... Main was garlic bread, some fresh crunchy salad and his version of Spagetti bolognese... prolly a dutch recipe. Dessert was supposely strawberries drenched in liquer but we kindda forgot abt dessert cuz we were watchin too engrossed in watchin the movie "The girl next door"... Lol It was then that i realise i miss snuggling against Cleo cuz Zac was on the couch with me and his head was on my lap... its so cute and he was so nice and warm and from time to time he would look at me with his puppy eyes... just so schweet!!! Ronnie was so jealous and kept remindin Zac that he was the one feedin him (Peanut butter on toast!! Can u believe it!?)... not me... Lol Crashed there for the nite and went home the next mornin to start on my Molecular poster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole of Fri and most of Sat doing the poster but go bored later and went over to Ronnie's to catch "Speed"... knocked out pretty early again too. Oh, the new Jap guy, Hiro just moved in.. he taught me how to say stupid in jap, BaKA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Planetarium, Botanical Gardens and Mt. Cootha with Aaron on Sun... Nothing exactly very excitin but at least we did something. The planetarium is like prolly 1/10 of Singapore's Omnimax theatre... really small. Watched this 40min film abt "The Search for Life" after which we saw a stimulated version of Aust's nite sky... pretty cool but nothing new that i haven't seen from Astro.. Southern Cross, Scorpio, Jupiter, Saturn, etc... the typical. Botanical Gardens nothing much... just went for a walk since we've both nv been there and since we were already there... Erm... quite boring actually but ok lah... i guess to Aussies it's awesome to see so many tropical trees... Heh Mt Cootha(2nd trip there but in broad daylight) was damn crowded... it overlooks Brisbane city... nothing exciting.. u get bored after 10mins... nothing much.... i guess something that all tourist must do to capture the essence of Brisbane... heh I sound like such a cockanadan now... HAhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, rest abit and went to get Indian take away with David(Strong cravings for &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='indian food'; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;" href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=22&amp;amp;k=indian%20food"&gt;indian food&lt;/a&gt; here!!). Had some spiced rice, butter chicken(some chicken stuff cooked in tomato based curry thing... supposely mild but to me was sweet... ugh!! But ok lah... indian tasting) and papadums... Man i miss indian food!!!!!!!!!! But the indian place at Hawken Village is not bad... would go again. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm down with the sniffles.... *Aaah Chooooo* Nose so sore from all the rubbin with tissue... Jialat... Hope i get well soonish. Last week of uni now, exams from the 16th-25th June... Molecular Micro presentation tml!!! BRING IT ON!!! *roars*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-111754016040717624?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111754016040717624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111754016040717624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111754016040717624' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-111663530471211054</id><published>2005-05-21T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T08:28:24.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Scarf Fetish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/scarf-001_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/scarf-006_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/scarf-005_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-111663530471211054?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111663530471211054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111663530471211054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111663530471211054' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-111655031881030188</id><published>2005-05-20T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T09:10:48.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It HAILSTORMED last nite... it was quite funny. Johnny and i were the only ones at home. I was doing my work u see and had all the windows and curtains in my room closed... figured that there's no point keeping them opened since its raining and also its also awfully cold. I was "happily" doing my work while the "rain" poured. It seemed abit odd that it was extremely noisy for rain but i tot it was just an extra big storm... Lol Until Johnny was shoutin at me from the kitchen, "Jasmine!! It's SNOWING!!!" I was like soooooooo excited... lol Ran to the kitchen and opened the door to the backyard and it took me like 5 secs to actually realise that it wasn't snow, but hail. To those who have nv seen hail, its like little round drops of ice the size of your fingernail falling from the sky (I heard they can be as big as &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='golf balls'; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;" href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=22&amp;k=golf%20balls"&gt;golf balls&lt;/a&gt;!)... Anyway, Johnny and i were like really excited... lookin at the hail in awe from the comfort of the kitchen door. I wanted to take a video but we were too excited to on the lights in the house and i was too excited to keep my hand steady and so the video ended up lookin like a little from the Blair Witch project and the only thing u could heard from the video was me screamin "Can u hear the sound!!" 1st person called was Oli but for some reason did not pick up the phone but who later called me back though... i bet he must be thinking that im such a silly girl...*grins* so since i was still excited, i called my mum.... heheh Told her abt the hail and then i decided to do something most would think is stupid. I went out and collected the hail bits and kept them in a bottle and labellin it as "19.5.05 My First Bisbane Hailstorm".... my fingers felt like they were abt to fall off afterwards becuz of the cold but i guess its a momento thing... Yes yes... i go realise that ice will become water but i know it wasn't just any ice, it was hail!!!! Lol Some pple who have been here most of their lives haven't even seen hail before so i reckon im pretty lucky. *smiles* Oh and i wonder abt the pple who have their cars parked outside... i wonder how much damage was caused cuz when Vincent and Q came home, they were tellin us how they got caught in the hail and they mentioned that it can quite painful if you get hit even when the hail isn't the size of golf balls. They have hail from where that come from anyway so they were quite amused at both Johnny and my suaku-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will upload some pictures taken by Leong at his house later. Something wrong with the server at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-111655031881030188?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111655031881030188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111655031881030188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111655031881030188' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-111552777942183151</id><published>2005-05-08T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T13:10:09.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This weekend has been a bummer.. what did i do... Hmm... laze my fat ass ard watchin many episodes of "Family Guy" the whole day... now i understand how some pple can watch Hong Kong serials non stop.. im more or less doing the same thing. Lol Will try to get DVDs for "Family Guy" and "Will and Grace" before i go home so everyone will be more enlightened to why im addicted to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sch's been shite! I cannot believe i got a 27/50 for the damnned Biochem test. After 2 weeks of sleepless nites and pimple outbreak!!!!!!!! WTF!!!!! I have yet to see the markin but im still in shock.... bloody hell!!! Well... at least im within the standard deviation so i guess that fine but STILL!!!! 27 is a stupid grade! Thank God its only 15% for the whole module. Still can buck up... *cross fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note.... Hell there is no lighter note. July is coming... having mixed feelings. July is here means Oli is here and after Oli leaves means i only have another 3 mths here *thumbs up* But the process to reach July is hell and after Oli leaves means i gotta leave in 3 mths too!! Should i stay another year to do honours? Fuck!! But how the hell can i get a GPA score of 4.5 if im gettin 27/50!!!! Uni stinks!! And even if i do honours? whats gonna happen after that? Work? Study somemore and get PhD (The tot scares me but the tot of being called Dr Koh is almost orgasmic)? Go back to Sg and be a teacher? Be a missionary?? What what what?! I need a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i went shoppin too!! Guess what pple, Jasmine the ANTI-covered shoe person has bought herself a pair of covered shoes. Its a Gola look-alike in white and blue desigs but half the price and it looks super cute on my feet... hehehhe.... should i get boots? Calf length, &lt;a  style='text-decoration: none; border-bottom: 3px double;' href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=22&amp;k=high%20heels" onmouseover="window.status='&lt;a  style='text-decoration: none; border-bottom: 3px double;' href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=22&amp;k=high%20heels" onmouseover="window.status='high heels'; return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;"&gt;high heels&lt;/a&gt;'; return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;"&gt;high heels&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a  style='text-decoration: none; border-bottom: 3px double;' href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=22&amp;k=black%20leather" onmouseover="window.status='&lt;a  style='text-decoration: none; border-bottom: 3px double;' href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=22&amp;k=black%20leather" onmouseover="window.status='black leather'; return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;"&gt;black leather&lt;/a&gt;'; return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;"&gt;black leather&lt;/a&gt;.... hella sexy!!! Even sexier with my dark brown mid length coat, black turtle neck top, chinese &lt;a  style='text-decoration: none; border-bottom: 3px double;' href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=22&amp;k=silk%20scarf" onmouseover="window.status='&lt;a  style='text-decoration: none; border-bottom: 3px double;' href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=22&amp;k=silk%20scarf" onmouseover="window.status='silk scarf'; return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;"&gt;silk scarf&lt;/a&gt;'; return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;"&gt;silk scarf&lt;/a&gt;, dangly &lt;a  style='text-decoration: none; border-bottom: 3px double;' href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=22&amp;k=ear%20rings" onmouseover="window.status='&lt;a  style='text-decoration: none; border-bottom: 3px double;' href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=22&amp;k=ear%20rings" onmouseover="window.status='ear-rings'; return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;"&gt;ear-rings&lt;/a&gt;'; return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;"&gt;ear-rings&lt;/a&gt; and with my jeans tucked into those sexy boots!! Ugh... should i get it?? Should i get it?? Oh i wanna get a "Country Road" bag too... so nice so nice!! Very useful for travellin too.... my Dueter and the brown leatherish bag i have here like wanna "K.O" already... Oooh... I LOVE WINTER fasion!!!! Saw a pair of Havianas here for 10bucks... cheap cheap cheap!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, pics from my Zoo trip... hehhehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://mpg.cc/freshjas/austzoo_large.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im Here!! Im Here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://mpg.cc/freshjas/aww_large.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo soft soooooo CUTE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://mpg.cc/freshjas/albino2_large.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from Lee Sien Long's son, I've nv seen anything else this Albino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://mpg.cc/freshjas/jasredkanga4_large.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pretty!! The Roo.. not me... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://mpg.cc/freshjas/aaronredkanga_large.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is Aaron lookin like that i dunno....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://mpg.cc/freshjas/redkangaroo_large.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to get the Kangaroo to look at the Cam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://mpg.cc/freshjas/dfacts_large.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://mpg.cc/freshjas/dingo_large.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a domesticated Dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://mpg.cc/freshjas/steveirwin_large.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve put on a few pounds for this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://mpg.cc/freshjas/mensteve_large.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closest i got to Steve!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://mpg.cc/freshjas/tiger5_large.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason why Steve wasn't around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://mpg.cc/freshjas/croc_large.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's Steve Irvin without his Crocs.... What a bbbeeeeaaaauuuttttyyyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://mpg.cc/freshjas/croc5_large.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crikey!!!! Croc on the loose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://mpg.cc/freshjas/koala3_large.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is NOT a bear! Its a Koala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://mpg.cc/freshjas/wombat2_large.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zookeeper and Wombat's backside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://mpg.cc/freshjas/wombat_large.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wombat's Frontside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://mpg.cc/freshjas/snakebones_large.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://mpg.cc/freshjas/sunshinecoast_large.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from Glass Mountains over looking Sunshine Coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://mpg.cc/freshjas/meview2_large.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me on Glass Mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://mpg.cc/freshjas/aaronme2_large.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron and I on Glass Mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://mpg.cc/freshjas/paraglider_large.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paraglider&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-111552777942183151?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111552777942183151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111552777942183151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111552777942183151' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-111495622072673170</id><published>2005-05-01T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T22:18:57.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OOohhh.... the past 2 weekends have been fulfilling... 2 long weekend in a row.. eat your hearts out pple. Shuddup to all NUS and NTU pple who r having hols.... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did Jasmine do oh what did she do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went horse ridin in the countryside somewhere in Gold Coast.&lt;br /&gt;She visited Natural Bridge and some glow worm cave... same place... heheh.&lt;br /&gt;She went to Coolingatta Beach... the last suburb of Gold coast.&lt;br /&gt;She entered New South Wales... hhehehe Only passed the border but that counts too!!&lt;br /&gt;She went to catch a musical "The Producers" at South Bank.&lt;br /&gt;She went to Australian Zoo... pity Steve Irwin wasn't there. Damnit!&lt;br /&gt;She went to the Glass Mountains near Sunshine coast.&lt;br /&gt;She went crusin in the countryside and caught the whole view of Sunshine coast.&lt;br /&gt;She saw Obi Obi creek which led to this gorgeous lake... can't remember the name.&lt;br /&gt;She had fish and chips at this really nice pub called Pigs and Whistles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehhehe..... I might not wanna go home now..... Hhehehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********PICTURES************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/stables2_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Stables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/reception_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Reception area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/bourbon_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bourbon my Horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/countrygirl_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me on Bourbon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/damperandtea_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half way though our horse ridin we had a short break of Tea made from river water....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/damper2_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... &amp; Damper(It's like scones in loaf form) taken with Jam... good stuff!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/horserest_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while the horses were restin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/meshell_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy being a tourist.. hhehe... reckon that stone thing behind me looks like a shell??? It's suppose to... Heh apparantly some lady in some wheelchair tried to get up and fell off cuz she was too near to the cliff. Hmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/mecreek_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me by the creek where the tea water came from.... i swear there were things floatin in the kettle when the lady was boilin water!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/nonsense2_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Natural Bridge!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/naturalbridge6_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/naturalbridge8_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside Natural Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/nbcave_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside Natural Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/nbwaterfall_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural waterfall that created Natural Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/coolme_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in Coolingatta Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/coolus2_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "Driver", Aaron... hehhehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/coolshadows_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Arty-Farty shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/sunset_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset at Coolingatta Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/triphome_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the highway home... so pretty!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll upload the other pics next time... too many and my pc for some reason is fuckin slow..... Maybe i should consider moving back to S'pore.... *grins*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-111495622072673170?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111495622072673170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111495622072673170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111495622072673170' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-111352961966538584</id><published>2005-04-15T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T09:51:31.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="600"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="300"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your dating personality profile:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Big-Hearted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - You are a kind and caring person. Your warmth is inviting, and your heart is a wellspring of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Stylish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - You do not lack for fashion sense. Style matters. You wouldn't want to be seen with someone who doesn't care about his appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Liberal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - Politics matters to you, and you aren't afraid to share your left-leaning views. You would never be caught voting for a conservative candidate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your date match profile:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Practical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - You are drawn to people who are sensible and smart. Flashy, materialistic people turn you off. You appreciate the simpler side of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Big-Hearted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - You want someone compassionate, someone gentle and kind. A loving, nurturing person will fill that hole in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Traditional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - You need someone who is a bit old-fashioned. A person with traditional values and beliefs will perfectly compliment your lifestyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 220px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; HEIGHT: 264px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your Top Ten Traits&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Big-Hearted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Stylish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Liberal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Adventurous&lt;br /&gt;5. Wealthy/Ambitious&lt;br /&gt;6. Sensual&lt;br /&gt;7. Practical&lt;br /&gt;8. Traditional&lt;br /&gt;9. Outgoing&lt;br /&gt;10. Intellectual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="300"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 220px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your Top Ten Match Traits&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Practical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Big-Hearted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Traditional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Stylish&lt;br /&gt;5. Conservative&lt;br /&gt;6. Intellectual&lt;br /&gt;7. Sensual&lt;br /&gt;8. Athletic&lt;br /&gt;9. Adventurous&lt;br /&gt;10. Outgoing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Online&lt;/a&gt; Dating Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Dating&lt;/a&gt; Diversions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-111352961966538584?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111352961966538584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111352961966538584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111352961966538584' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-111303171365099039</id><published>2005-04-09T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T15:46:32.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;BDSM NITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/bachparty-013_large.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/bachparty-052_large.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/bachparty-060_large.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/bachparty-081_large.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/bachparty-093_large.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/bachparty-090_large.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/bachparty-056_large.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/bachparty-101_large.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/bachparty-068_large.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/bachparty-084_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-111303171365099039?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111303171365099039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111303171365099039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111303171365099039' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-111303293501679425</id><published>2005-04-07T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T15:48:55.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two things u can't miss when u r in Brisbane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/gold-coast_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FISH &amp; CHIPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/slain-041_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICE CREAM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-111303293501679425?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111303293501679425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111303293501679425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111303293501679425' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-111236453817334682</id><published>2005-04-01T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T08:16:12.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so what have i been up to this past few days. Let's start with last fri.. which was Good Friday. Well, i was home doing my work.. surprise surprise!!! Heh Yeah spent the day searchin for journals and finishin my &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='&lt;a  style='text-decoration: none; border-bottom: 3px double;' href=" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;" si="'22&amp;k="&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='&lt;a  style='text-decoration: none; border-bottom: 3px double;' href=" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;" si="'22&amp;k="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;log book&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, blah blah blah.. how interesting can sch work get. NEXT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sat i was out with Shirley, Hedrick, Shirley's dad and Daphne.... Went to the west end markets, Chinatown and then went to "Yum Char". The dim sums weren't too bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed home on Sunday and monday... i think... i think i should be at home doing work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was out rentin movies (Sex: The Annabel Chong movie, The Guru, The Secretary and Season 2 of "Will and Grace") and eating Cheesecake with Hedrick before headin out to club @ Family with Johnny and Daphne and the various connectin frens on tues nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed home on Wed to recuperate.... and also to do a stupid journal summary which took me a whole damn day!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was in &lt;a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/xhedrickx/album?.dir=c900&amp;amp;.src=ph&amp;store=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;prodid=&amp;amp;.done=http%3a//pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/xhedrickx/my_photos"&gt;Lamington National Park &lt;/a&gt;to trek and went to Surfer's Paradise on Thurdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Hedrick's place for dinner and movies on fri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Markets again to do the groceries for the week on sat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i went to some driftin practise thing on Sun... it was cool for like the 1st hr and a half... then it got boring... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this &lt;a href="http://eaglet.org/albums/drift030405/CRW_1431.jpg"&gt;sexy thang&lt;/a&gt;!! ... Don't worry... It's not me *sheepish*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update more when i can think of the places i went the past week... i somehow cannot remember. Prolly too tired to think now too....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-111236453817334682?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111236453817334682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111236453817334682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111236453817334682' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-111182003523331544</id><published>2005-03-26T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T14:53:55.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey pple... just got back from the markets, chinatown and yum char at King of Kings with Hedric, Shirley, Shirley's dad and Daphne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/stencil_large.jpg" /&gt;     &lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/freshjas/jaswk5_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An abstract paper cut stencil portrait of yours truly... So cool right.. was done in 10mins by this female busker called Melissa Bates. The best part was she did not even ask for payment of her work. She only works for donations but Daphne and i paid her 5 bucks each anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to the real me, any similarity? *smiles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-111182003523331544?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111182003523331544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111182003523331544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111182003523331544' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-111158020977509186</id><published>2005-03-23T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T13:10:17.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since i last blogged properly... i know and i have rather full of myself haven't i... Lol But i have MORE!!! *evil laughs* Just bear with me and my boredom. Oh, Weiching just lent me her cam so be prepared to get some pics of my place soon yah. Bedroom, Kitchen, flatmates, garden, porch and hopefully some possums and turkeys if i can catch any ard my place anytime soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Many Faces of Jasmine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/jaswk6-05_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The reason why guys don't talk to me in sch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/jaswk6-04_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another reason why guys don't talk to me in sch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have holidays again for 2 weeks cuz it's mid sem break but right after that i have 2 papers and not forgettin the tonnes of assignments due and also the stupid black board quizes to sit for... ugh!! *stomach churnin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny made me eat half cooked fried chicken today... (the blood was spillin out ok) for dinner.... i know he is tryin to be really nice and helpful by cookin me dinner and all but he has, to date, nv made me a decent meal.I dun wanna be mean so i eat his cookin but honestly who knows what im i'm gonna see in the stool bowl tml. Heh At least today's dinner was somewhat edible. The last time he made me "hor fun" for breakfast.... i could not even swallow it... it looked like puke... and i'm not being "kwa zhang" ok... and u all know i'm not a breakfast person and seeing that was just... whoah.... I mean i wanna to be nice and like eat it but i really could not bring myself to... the smell itself was a killer... so i just had the plain noodles with some soy sauce fried with garlic... Give him face. Both of us have to admit me that i cook better than him but i can't cook rice... either too wet or half cooked... Lol Aiyah... besides, whatever i cook, makes no diff to him cuz he just dumps tonnes of sauce on his food anyway. Char siu sauce, soy suace, ketchup, mayonaise, HP sauce, BBQ sauce, sweet and sour sauce, thai chili sauce, garlic chili sauce.... u name it, he's eaten it. *heh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****EDIT*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, my Brissy home... a very rustin wooden Queenslander. Will get pics of the garden and outside soon.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/lpic0097_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Corridor to the various rooms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/lpic0100_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Living Room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/lpic0098_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dining Room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/lpic0099_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My fridge is in the livin/dining room...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/lpic0096_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/sauces_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sauces we have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/lpic0091_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bathroom.... This tub is used for washin clothes, the mop and it's the spider's heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/lpic0092_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Shower... it's nice cuz its in another section of the bathroom so the water dun splash out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/lpic0093_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thinking Ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/lpic0095_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laundry Room.. which is connected to a small hanging area outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/lpic0089_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My room wardrope space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/lpic0088_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The relax area of my room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/lpic0087_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Work and Sleep Zone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/lpic0102_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My humble dresser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/lpic0106_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Housemates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********MORE EDITS************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/street-to-home_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Street outside the house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/frontgarden_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;View from Street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/outside_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another view from Street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/entrance_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Front entrance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/stairporch1_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watch your step now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/porch2_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The porch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/porch1_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another view of the porch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/sheltered-hangin-area_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sheltered Hangin area&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/backyardroom_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back of the house... My room's on the left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/bbq-area_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;View of kitchen from bbq area&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/kitchenbbq_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going outside to the bbq area&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/bbqpit_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The BBQ pit... we'll clear the greenery once we get round to using it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/backyardbbq_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BBQ to backyard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/backyard_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Backyard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/stairs-to-yard_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Path to the Backyard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-111158020977509186?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111158020977509186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111158020977509186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111158020977509186' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-111115158915347272</id><published>2005-03-18T21:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T21:13:09.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just wanna let u pple know that i do wear others colours apart from black.... lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/jaswk5-001_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-111115158915347272?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111115158915347272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111115158915347272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111115158915347272' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-111115155932798879</id><published>2005-03-18T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T21:12:39.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just wanna let u pple know that i do wear others colours apart from black.... lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/jaswk5-001_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-111115155932798879?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111115155932798879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111115155932798879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111115155932798879' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-111094398343536722</id><published>2005-03-16T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T11:33:03.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been slightly more than a mth since i've been here... ok, UPDATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 4 online quizes due in May!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 solo poster presentations due in May!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Virology lectures where i am completely lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Molecular Microbiology where i'm about to get lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tonnes of homework, graphs and calculations pendin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's happening to me?? Argh.... *stressed out* Need Mudcake!! Need Mudcake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Oliver... :*(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-111094398343536722?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111094398343536722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111094398343536722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111094398343536722' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-111041605116039955</id><published>2005-03-10T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T09:00:56.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/tanjaswk1-006_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is 1/4 of my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/tanjaswk1_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me on week 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/tanjaswk2-001_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me on week 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/tanjaswk2_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me on week 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not becuz i'm bored or Zhi Lian Kuang or something but just really bored.... *yawns* HELP!!! ... lols&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-111041605116039955?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111041605116039955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/111041605116039955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111041605116039955' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-110915603873812906</id><published>2005-02-23T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T18:53:58.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gd day mates....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aust is a crap country.... i swear... It's so laid back.... so rule-less... so CRAP!!!! Maybe it's becuz i'm away from everyone back home?? I dunno... oh yah, i have changed course. Will be doing a degree in Bachelor of Science majoring in Biochemistry. Will explain more when i have more time.. anyway, Will only have to do my stuff here in 1.5yrs (Crosses fingers that everything goes well so i won't have to stay here longer than that....Sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah.. will blog more next time... In Bernard's place now somewhere near the citybut not near the city..*Berd explaining in the background that he does not live in the city aka being anal*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oli... oli... oli..... *U can read my mind baby*... Smiles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-110915603873812906?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/110915603873812906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/110915603873812906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110915603873812906' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-110825412722716055</id><published>2005-02-13T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T08:22:07.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Pple... just reached Brisbane like at 4.20am Sg time... in case u guys r wondering.... Brissy is 2hrs ahead of Sg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hendrix picked me and his fren, Malcom up. Just went to my 1st house.... i saw, went out and burst out cryin... it was damn bad. I dun even have sords to describe it but it's not somewhere i can live in even if it's cheap.. cuz it's not a home!!!!.. Searchin for a house with Hendrix soon..Dun think it'll be that bad.. cuz at least the outside looked good. Hendrix was sweet enough to skip church to bring me around... At his place having breakfast (cereal with diced sugar cherries, cookies, raisins and rock melon...yummy!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update again soon once i get the chance... lookin at his scarf collection now.. lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oli, i miss you bad.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-110825412722716055?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/110825412722716055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/110825412722716055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110825412722716055' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-110786308002898190</id><published>2005-02-08T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T20:03:22.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oliver, Flowers and Me...... I'll try to post pictures from my party soon.... *smiles* In the meantime.... I adore these pictures. *maucks* ... Dun ask why i'm lookin to the right... it just so happened it turned out that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/image071_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/image074_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-110786308002898190?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/110786308002898190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/110786308002898190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110786308002898190' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-110743594505164671</id><published>2005-02-03T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T21:38:16.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the mood to Blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Have to admit that i haven't been the most patient and emotionally stable person in the whole wide world recently.... in particular... to my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see now, she made me pissed, she made me swear and she made me cry. And u know over what? Over the cake that i want on Sat... i honestly believe if she can be like this now, she'll prolly be the reincarnate of the Devil when i get married. Ok lah... how am i suppose to know that that weeny cake i wanted would cost $200!! And it's not like i agreed to buy it in the end what... But oh well, everything is settled now (We got a different cake from somewhere else and urm.... i have no idea how it looks like. *gulps* ) and i'm leaving the decor, food, drinks, music, etc... basically almost everything to her lah. *laughs* Make my life simple... i'm only in charge of the guest list and the urm.... hostin... or rather just walkin ard talkin to pple.... *Grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been spent out having a good time with the people who matter. Good food, good talks, good walks and great laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with that special someone means that u can create stupid jokes and not be deemed as "bimbotic"... u can make stupid sounds in conversations and just get an amused look.... u can behave like the rest of the world dun matter.... u get scared and worried when u r visitin pple that matter... u can talk like it's been a million yrs over that u have known this person but nv talk... u can just look your worst in the morning with glasses and, oversized shirt and flowery ah-ma shorts and the person still kisses you on the nose and ask if u have slept well... u r willing to try new things with that person even u know it will be awkward.... u think before u do things cuz dun ever want things to screw up.... u r completely oblivious to the opposite sex.... u start thinking abt your future kids' names with your special someone's surname.... u start askin more in depth questions.... u start taking note of the small things like how many creases he/she has when he/she smiles... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-110743594505164671?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/110743594505164671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/110743594505164671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110743594505164671' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-110723335540813173</id><published>2005-02-01T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T12:49:15.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lifted from Hushie's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things on your mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Name 3 schools you went to]&lt;br /&gt;- Geyland Methodist Pri. Sch&lt;br /&gt;- Ping Yi Sec. Sch&lt;br /&gt;- Ngee Ann Poly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Name 3 of your favorite vacation spots]&lt;br /&gt;- Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;- Sri Lanka&lt;br /&gt;- Scotland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Name 3 things in your wallet]&lt;br /&gt;- Money&lt;br /&gt;- POSB debit card&lt;br /&gt;- EZ link card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Name 3 things you always wear]&lt;br /&gt;- 6 earrings&lt;br /&gt;- Elephant bracelet&lt;br /&gt;- Pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Name 3 of your closest friends]&lt;br /&gt;- Hushie&lt;br /&gt;- Fakar&lt;br /&gt;- Oli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Name 3 current favorite songs]&lt;br /&gt;- When can I see you again : BabyFace&lt;br /&gt;- Have I told you lately that I love you : Rod Stewart&lt;br /&gt;- Missing you : Desiree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Name 3 favorite places to shop]&lt;br /&gt;- Parkway&lt;br /&gt;- CityLink&lt;br /&gt;- Cold Storage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Name 3 things you love to do]&lt;br /&gt;- Go walking&lt;br /&gt;- Read books&lt;br /&gt;- Holdin his hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Name 3 most valuable things]&lt;br /&gt;- My cross pendant&lt;br /&gt;- 2 copper coins i always keep&lt;br /&gt;- My Journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Name 3 of your favourite colors]&lt;br /&gt;- Green&lt;br /&gt;- Black&lt;br /&gt;- Turquoise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Name 3 favourite food items]&lt;br /&gt;- Pasta&lt;br /&gt;- Chicken&lt;br /&gt;- Cereal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Name 3 recent expenses]&lt;br /&gt;- Shorts&lt;br /&gt;- T-shirt&lt;br /&gt;- Book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Name 3 goals in 2005]&lt;br /&gt;- Love better&lt;br /&gt;- Study better&lt;br /&gt;- Trust more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Name 3 plans for next week]&lt;br /&gt;- Pack for departure&lt;br /&gt;- Comfirm departure&lt;br /&gt;- Depart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3 people in your mind right now]&lt;br /&gt;- Oliver&lt;br /&gt;- Mummy&lt;br /&gt;- Dom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3 things you're going to do in an hour]&lt;br /&gt;- Cake hunting&lt;br /&gt;- Wash my face&lt;br /&gt;- Meet Dom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3 words/phrases you like to use a lot]&lt;br /&gt;- Awww...&lt;br /&gt;- Silly&lt;br /&gt;- Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3 things you didn't like last year]&lt;br /&gt;- Breakin up with Vic&lt;br /&gt;- My graduation picture&lt;br /&gt;- Tequila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3 things friends do to u very often]&lt;br /&gt;- Talk&lt;br /&gt;- Make me ponder&lt;br /&gt;- Make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3 things u do when you're sad]&lt;br /&gt;- Cry&lt;br /&gt;- Watch tv&lt;br /&gt;- Read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3 things you do when you're happy]&lt;br /&gt;- Smile&lt;br /&gt;- Talk to people&lt;br /&gt;- Talk nonsense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-110723335540813173?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/110723335540813173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/110723335540813173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110723335540813173' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-110662766786484393</id><published>2005-01-25T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T15:27:40.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As promised... as more updated version of my wishlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wallet/ Purse :: Braun Buffel... sleek black i guess... My wallet just broke on me!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Bag(s) :: Something nice for me to use for Uni.. something sling? Leather? OR a nice small sling Gucci Tote.... My cheapo sling also broke on me!! Cheap things dun last!&lt;br /&gt;3. Slippers/Shoes :: Havaianas in Black or ProjectShop Slippers also in Black&lt;br /&gt;4. Bracelet(s) :: Maybe a nice charm bracelet with butterflies or dragonflies of fairies on them?&lt;br /&gt;5. Bedsheet :: Those embroderied(spell?) ones from Taka or colourful ones from Harvey norman 6. Mp3 player :: Creative Zen Micro in white/black or iPod mini in lime green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;7. Perfume :: Calvin Klein, Truth or Nina Ricci, Premier Jour &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;8. Nail polish :: Brown&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Watch :: Swatch or Ck... haven't worn 1 in ages&lt;br /&gt;10. Pyjamas :: Marks and Spencers or Tangs... those with the flannel pants and tops&lt;br /&gt;11. Undies :: Paul Frank!!! The ones that come in a set. I really love 'em!!!&lt;br /&gt;12. Clothes :: More skirts from Stream and shorts from Billabong/Roxy and probably tees&lt;br /&gt;13. Digi Cam :: Canon Digital Ixus i5 or Sony CyberShot DSC-T1&lt;br /&gt;14. Thumb Drive :: Sony Micro Vault USB Storage Media... i think this would be useful for sch....&lt;br /&gt;15. Game(s) :: Theme Hospital!!!! I guess this is the only thing that will help me get over my boredom in Aust... It's a Classic and i haven't been able to get it for a long time... ugh!&lt;br /&gt;16. Belt :: Something plain... cuz my dad's belts r pretty worn out already.. by yours truly..lolx&lt;br /&gt;17. Groomin :: Cliniq 7 day scrub(IMPT!) and something for On-the-spot treatment for blemishes/pimples (Very IMPT!)&lt;br /&gt;18. Money :: $$$$$ LOTS OF CASH!!!! $$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;19. Others :: A gigantic Sasha bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-110662766786484393?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/110662766786484393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/110662766786484393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110662766786484393' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-110645189636434411</id><published>2005-01-23T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T13:43:32.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;MOVING ON .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As u can see, I'm gonna try addin titles to my post.. I feel that it gives them abit of character and also it can prolly help my readers to make the crucial decision - "To read or not". I have to admit myself that sometimes i'm compelled to read certain things just cuz of the titles... then i start to regret cuz i realised i spent the past 10mins readin a piece of crap... blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT GONNA WRITE CRAP!!!!!! *makes a face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the best day yest..... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Oli dropped by.... *hugs hugs*... was suppose to go get DVDs but ended up lookin through all my garbage at home aka kiddy pics and all the barang barang i've collected through the years from family, friends and ex-bfs and was doing some silly quizes.. well just 2 but it was silly enough. Heh Talked and laughed quite abit... The typical saturday-stay-home-afternoon-chill-out thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then both of us met up with Fakar to head to Chomp Chomp to meet Dom and Jem..... the bus ride was ridiculously funny, think major suaning... There was some kindda alliance btw Fakar and Oli at 1st but guess that changed after awhile *Grins* and Fakar, being the very typical "over expressive" him, had his way of givin me the "finger". So there was this old bugger sittin behind Fakar and when he was the "finger", he kept lookin at me and then Fakar and back to me again. Guess he tot Fakar was givin a very open indecent proposal... Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chomp chomp was packed but managed to get a place quite easily... all u need is patience and a keen sense of sight... Lolx Had to much food i tell yeah...... i think we ate almost all the famous food that Chomp Chomp had to offer(This is my person opinion). Had Hokkien prawn mee, Chee Kueh, Satay and Lontong(Free!! Fakar' knew the Satay Boy.. *yum*), BBQ Stingray, Osyter Omelette, Chicken porridge, pork porridge, wanton mee and also sugar cane juice!!! *yummilicious*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we all took a relatively long walk back to Dom's place for drinks and some snacks. It's nice to be walkin in private housin estates..... It's quiet and peaceful and i dunno even when we were walkin pass the Jap cemetary, it just felt serene. Got there and chilled to classic jazz and 3 tea lights in his garden while doing some cloud watchin..... what else can i ask for. Was tellin Dom that if this keeps up, he can start chargin cover charge for pple enterin his house.. lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to move up to the room after abit of drinks to accompany Fakar... ok, the only reason why that idiotic human was not downstairs with us was becuz he's scared of Lovey and Precious... Dom's 2 most adorable Shitzhus. So we all had to go up.... chilled to more jazz, soft lights and aromatherapy. I dunno what happened lah but suddenly all 5 of us were like cramped on the bed...snugglin and cuddlin, singing to various love songs and also most of the time harressin Fakar from head to toe *laughs*... Had a mini pillow fight and blanket party... It was damn funny lah cuz yes, once again, main target was Fakar lah... and Dom, if u r readin this, pls pls pls WASH your smelly pillow and the disgusting red bolster of yours!!! I think i was more scared of the smell of the bolster than actually gettin smacked by it..... Lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at his place till abt 1.30am before headin home... *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***EDIT***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics from last Wed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/picture-005_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fakar and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/picture-009_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dior, Me and Fakar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-110645189636434411?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/110645189636434411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/110645189636434411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110645189636434411' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-110637224027947759</id><published>2005-01-22T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T11:08:51.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Havin a Bon Voyage party at my place on the 5th of Feb.. the weekend before i leave... pls msg me for more details.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got this off Hushie's site... but i guess it makes a good outline for my wishlist..... *hint hint*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Wallet/ Purse :: Braun Buffel... sleek black i guess...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Bag(s) :: Something nice for me to use for Uni.. something sling? Leather? OR a nice small sling Gucci Tote.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Slippers/Shoes :: Havaianas in Black&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Bracelet(s) :: Maybe a nice charm bracelet with butterflies or dragonflies of fairies on them&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Bedsheet :: Those embroderied(spell?) ones from taka or colourful ones from Harvey norman&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Mp3 player :: Creative Zen Micro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Perfume :: Calvin Klein, Truth or Nina Ricci, Premier Jour&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Nail polish :: Brown&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Watch :: Swatch or Ck&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Pyjamas :: Marks and Spencers or Tangs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Undies :: Paul Frank!!! The ones that come in a set. I really love 'em!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Clothes :: More skirts from Stream and shorts from Billabong/Roxy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Digi Cam :: The very very slim cyber shot cammies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. $$$$$ LOTS OF CASH!!!! $$$$$$ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now lah........ will update my list when i think of other stuff..... haha&lt;br /&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/6414160-110637224027947759?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/110637224027947759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/110637224027947759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110637224027947759' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-110610284453705268</id><published>2005-01-19T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T10:47:24.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, just gonna make this a quick one.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my 1st book yest!!!! Heh..... Fill u guys in later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at "Victor's" with Dr. Koh, Hushie and Andrew last nite. The place wasn't too bad, the outside scenery was pretty but could have been better if "power house" of the Esplanade wasn't blockin some of the skyline, the inside ambience was rather retro.. lolx, i liked what i ate and the desserts!! WHOAH!!! Nv ate so much gelato in my life... sinful! sinful! and last but not least, the company was as usual really SOLID and so were the conversations... haha It's strange that the topic of religion nv fails to come up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i haven't been going to church for a very long time and my reason for doing that is becuz, honestly, i'm rather sick of having someone  or sometimes many someones tellin me things i already know. It's like i have been christain since birth, i have nv known what it was like to live without God, to have my own opinion without the influences of religion. Like for instance, being gay from what i know, is immoral but if God really loves all his "children" will all gay men go to hell then? *frowns* Somehow i just don't feel as connected as i should. I still have many questions that i have yet to ask and answer... This is my way of learning i guess.. through trial and error. Besides, going to church does not make 1 a better or stronger christain does it. I remembered 1 gay fren, A, tellin another, B, that just becuz B went to church more times than A means he will be headin up to heaven... lolx It's not that i was making up excuses and defendin myself for not going to church, but rather, i wanna understand and be a better believer and not go for the sake of going.... Bottomline is that no religion will teach a person bad things. I just want to know what mine has to offer that the others can't. I'M NOT CONVERTIN TO ANYTHIG ELSE lah!!!! Brings  me to another point.... Christainity is prolly the only religion i know who scares pple into thinking that if u r not 1, u r going to hell... is this true(i would have to think it is cuz that's what i was brought up to believe)? Why do the other religions not scare their believers into thinking such things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-110610284453705268?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/110610284453705268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/110610284453705268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110610284453705268' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-110524214924585858</id><published>2005-01-09T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T11:42:29.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some guy wrote this to me..... Lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A thousand miles into the desert&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere through the plains of sands&lt;br /&gt;When the crescent moon shines&lt;br /&gt;The desert rose will bloom&lt;br /&gt;And the drizzles of midnight rain&lt;br /&gt;Falling on her passion red face&lt;br /&gt;Not a single flaw to be traced&lt;br /&gt;Her beauty is beyond phantom&lt;br /&gt;She is the Arabian princess&lt;br /&gt;In these lands of the east&lt;br /&gt;Where time seems to cease&lt;br /&gt;And the oasis stands stillW&lt;br /&gt;hen I dream at night&lt;br /&gt;Around my arms I hold&lt;br /&gt;My Arabian princess""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-110524214924585858?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/110524214924585858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/110524214924585858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110524214924585858' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-110524143934696313</id><published>2005-01-09T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T11:44:48.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Strange but i suddenly feel the need to blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, things in my life have been like a roller coaster the past few weeks. Victor (Nothing else to say..... people change), friends (Tryin to meet everyone before i leave), Australia (Freakin scared to go but hopefully i'll adapt fast) and i got a free pair of tix to the movie, Alfie(I think this was the highest of all the perks i had for the past few weeks but the process of gettin them was rather embarrassin...... hahah)!!! It wasn't until a few nites ago, after a big episode with myself realised that keepin myself busy was not the best way to suppress my problems but really, i didn't know what else to do. Feelin better now... huge release, empty is the open heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I would like to thank Fakar for being with me every step of the way... It's true what they say that u can always depend on frens. Through the bitchin good times and the hauntingly bad ones, yah? I'm so sorry that i had to tell u what i told u last nite. But as a friend, i had to do it cuz it's better that way. I know u feel... ill be crushed as well if that happened to me but remember... When u have reached the bottom... there's no other way to go but up. *hugs hugs* We have always mentioned that we are similar in many ways and if i can be strong and get over certain issues, i think you can too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend, i have adopted 2 brothers. Dom and Jem..... ridiculously funny boys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, i'm gonna miss alot of things when i leave. I'm so scared..... Apart from my family who will always be supportin me no matter wat *xoxo*, knowin my way ard familiar places, gettin nostalgic memories at every corner i turn and gettin food that i want easily.. i'll miss my frens the most. There's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.The Queens ---&gt;Hushie, Cherie and Jen&lt;br /&gt;2. The League guys ---&gt; Leroy, Ryan, Marc, Neil, Daniel, Ewan, Eugene&lt;br /&gt;3. The "Bundle of Sunshine that brings joy to the World" bunch (Name tot by Jem... Lolx)---&gt; Fakar, Dior, Dom, Jem, Trist, Matt, Keith (Pls note this is nor accordin to any rank system!!!)&lt;br /&gt;4. The Bikers ---&gt; Godfrey(He'll be in Aust so i hope that helps abit), Lionel, Vivien, Faith, the 2 guys with chinese names.&lt;br /&gt;5. The Men ---&gt; Daven, JQ, Soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There r prolly more but these r the more impt ones that made an impact on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be leavin 12th Feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-110524143934696313?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/110524143934696313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/110524143934696313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110524143934696313' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-110472451853829200</id><published>2005-01-03T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T12:04:58.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY 2005!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna share some pictorials of the few impt pple that has made an impact on my life....&lt;br /&gt;My bestest pals..... The League!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/countdown_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US... Just mins into 2005 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/3queenies_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My DaiDee/Bridge Tais Tais .......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/girls_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&amp; My Gossip Kakis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/hushie_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!!!!! *mauckies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/jaspring_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pringles *cuddles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/league_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna grow old with all you pple... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-110472451853829200?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/110472451853829200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/110472451853829200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110472451853829200' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-110407613317913355</id><published>2004-12-26T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T23:56:21.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have u even wish for your childhood back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..... I have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the 1st time after 10 over years that I had a chance and also time to admire the clouds in the sky. It was a beautiful day... the breeze was light and crisp, the sky was the prettiest shade of blue and clouds looked like gigantic pieces of thick cotton wool everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the wind blow playfully at the clouds and observed how the fluffy things would break away and merge with their other friends. I tried to associate them with whatever that came to mind. But the sad part was, nothing came out. The only thing that I could think of in my head was that the clouds were just clouds. Then I looked harder and tugged at every kiddish imagination I had and peered carefully. Before me appeared a chubby lion cub, then i saw a lollipop floatin along side and then a beautiful maiden runnin off into the sunset chasin an ice cream truck with the sun's rays teasingly peekin out from behind the cotton pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point I'm trying to make here is that, like a child, we appreciated all the simple things in life. No doubt small, it managed to spur on a bigger imagination, greater creativity and a sense of happiness. It was the joy of havin your own fantasy of creatin your own time and space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these present time, we all get so immerse into our academic, professional and personal lives to notice the small details that makes our lives so much more memorable and special. Life is not that stressful. Just remember that it's this bit of goodness that lets us know that there is something to look forward to everyday. Givin us the chance to bring out our creativity and love to those that surround us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the time to watch the clouds......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-110407613317913355?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/110407613317913355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/110407613317913355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110407613317913355' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-110328796957708809</id><published>2004-12-17T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T20:57:04.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a feel good song *Feels all fuzzy inside*........ after all the rubbish we went through. It's almost like sunshine... Maybe what they say is true... If u have been all the way down, there's no other way to go but up. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vic, this may sound crazy but you are the best thing to have happened to me in 2004. I cannot ask for more. I don't need material things and neither do i need big extravagant surprises to be happy. The only thing that keeps me going is you. You may not be ard this Christmas or New year or every other festive occasion, but we'll always be celebrating. As far as this song goes, believe every word it says... **xoxo** Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your love is king,&lt;br /&gt;Crown you in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Your love is king,&lt;br /&gt;Never need to part.&lt;br /&gt;Your kisses ring,&lt;br /&gt;Round and round and round my head.&lt;br /&gt;Touching the very part of me.&lt;br /&gt;Tt's making my soul sing.&lt;br /&gt;Tearing the very heart of me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying out for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your love is king,&lt;br /&gt;Crown you in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Your love is king.&lt;br /&gt;You're the ruler of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Your kisses ring,&lt;br /&gt;Round and round and round my head.&lt;br /&gt;Touching the very part of me.&lt;br /&gt;It's making my soul sing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying out for more.&lt;br /&gt;Your love is king.&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming up, i'm coming.&lt;br /&gt;You're making me dance, inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your love is king,&lt;br /&gt;Crown you in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Your love is king,&lt;br /&gt;Never need to part.&lt;br /&gt;Your kisses ring,&lt;br /&gt;Round and round and round my head.&lt;br /&gt;Touching the very part of me.&lt;br /&gt;It's making my soul sing.&lt;br /&gt;Tearing the very heart of me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying out for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Touching the very part of me.&lt;br /&gt;It's making my soul sing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying out for more.&lt;br /&gt;Your love is king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is no blind faith&lt;br /&gt;This is no sad and sorry dream.&lt;br /&gt;This is no blind faith&lt;br /&gt;Your love...&lt;br /&gt;Your love is real... gotta crown me with your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Never, never need to part,&lt;br /&gt;Never letting go,&lt;br /&gt;Never letting go,&lt;br /&gt;Never going to give it up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming,&lt;br /&gt;You're making me dance... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-110328796957708809?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/110328796957708809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/110328796957708809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110328796957708809' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-110282014591227037</id><published>2004-12-12T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T10:55:45.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Distance is something i have to learn to get used to......... Unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being "independent" is tryin to cover up for lonliness.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could be more understanding to your situation right now at this point in time but truth is, it's not as easy as it seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the same on your side?&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/6414160-110282014591227037?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/110282014591227037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/110282014591227037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110282014591227037' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-110136261222701261</id><published>2004-11-25T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T14:04:26.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;HAPPY 4Th Anniversary to my Dar!!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby's coming home!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if its becuz i was thinking exceptionally more abt him or what last nite but yeah, i dreamt abt us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rather queer but it goes something like this. We were in this house, just to 2 of us. It's something like an art gallery. And it has 5 stories. Like everything arty farty, all the exits and entrances to different galleries were different and very nonsensically designed and on top of this being a dream, everything is more artistic 100 folds. The door you walk through can bring you to the 3rd floor or sudden we enter and exit from the same door, etc. The whole dream was extremely colourful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in the dream, it was like i was seeing him for the 1st time after the long away thingy. Our hands were constantly linked. We were walking ard until suddenly we landed on the 5th floor and we were surrounded by staircases. Some with many steps and some with little steps. Some spiral and some like the normal inclined striaght horizontal ladder types. And the staircases were everywhere. They were like sculptures. We walked ard until we got tired but we could not find the exit and apparently we knew the exit would be on the top of one of the staircases. But which one?! There were like hundreds of them everywhere(The art gallery in the dream was huge!! Its like the size of ngee ann poly and mind you, it's only 1 floor!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being typicallu human, we tried many of the stairs but the top was always blank. WE HAD NO ESCAPE!!! *stunned* And like in real life, he started to get very frustrated and agitated.. (kindda brings me back to the time we were driving ard looking for IDP)... and i had to be the patient one trying to calm him down and erm...... not make him so agitated.... Pls note: This is normal behaviour between us. When 1 is negative, the other is somehow always positive when it's not in that person's everyday agenda to be like that... it's a balance thing lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the dream........ and like all dreams and every English teacher's nightmare. POOF! the dream ended like that!!! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSE TO MEAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be mean or anything but see, this just goes to proove that all arty farty pple r goofballs. Even in dreams...... have have to create the whole out of the ordinary image..... these pple are complicated. But i salut their querkiness(spell?)..... Oh well........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bounce* My baby's coming home!! *Bounce* My baby' coming home!! *Bounce*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of starting a new life with my boo is making me deliriously happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-110136261222701261?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/110136261222701261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/110136261222701261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110136261222701261' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-109974626534942687</id><published>2004-11-06T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T21:04:25.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; my new job... heheh... okok, so the hours r long and the pay is pretty low but somehow, it's pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some ups....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Know lots of new names everyday like Leo, Roxy, Taffy, Daisy, PiPi, Toodles, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Know lot of new names like Andy, Kelvin, Lawrence, Sue, Jenny, Esther, Sam, Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I GET TO TOUCH PUPS!!!! ---&gt; Only possible after i have disinfected myself.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Free lunch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Gettin down and dirty with them dawgs.... I'm serious *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some downs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that worries me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's not comforting when you boss knows everyone else's off day but YOURS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It's not comforting when he says, "You are gonna suffer for the next 2 weeks! *Evil laughter*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It's not comforting when he says, "You can't carry the puppies cuz they might die cuz of your disinfected hands!!!" (Note the exclamation marks........ Sheesh!!)&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/6414160-109974626534942687?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/109974626534942687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/109974626534942687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109974626534942687' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-109940594440402611</id><published>2004-11-02T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T22:32:24.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got a new job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a hint of what job i'm doing now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jackrussell-corgis.com/newcorgis.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-109940594440402611?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/109940594440402611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/109940594440402611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109940594440402611' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-109885392920031243</id><published>2004-10-27T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T13:30:51.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here i am waitin for Vic to come online. Don't really have anything to blog abt really or rather there's lots of things to say but it seems odd that my fingers r not co-operating with my brain... somewhat normal behaviour for me i gues... heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see now... Ahhh.. we can talk abt the movies i've watched lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Big Fish ---&gt; I liked it... reminds me of my childhood&lt;br /&gt;2. The Way Home ---&gt; The very typical heartwarmin korean film&lt;br /&gt;3. Brother Bear ---&gt; Disney's worst movie!!&lt;br /&gt;4. 20 30 40 ---&gt; Can completely relate to the movie... would recommend all women to watch.&lt;br /&gt;5. The Barbershop ---&gt; Black quick witted humor&lt;br /&gt;6. Dirty pretty things ---&gt; Audrey tautou... need i say more.. heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*listenin to Elton John's Crocodile Rock and lip synin and jammin fingers on the keyboard like how Elton would*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm.... let's talk abt my relationship with Vic... Hmm... I love him? Hahaha okok.. I LOVE HIM!!! *giggles*...... Nothing much to say liao. To everyone out there who cares, he is doing fine in China. Still has 10 fingers and toes intact, gettin tanner, gettin skinner but pacs formin.. Ooohh.. heheh and erm..... yes his mandarin is better than MINE!!! *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah... i'm lookin for a job which explains my MSN nick which goes something like "~*Jasmine - Available for hire startin 8th Nov*~".... Pretty much lookin for something that can tie me down(NOT LITERALLY!!!) till the end of Jan. So... *hint hint* Lemme know if there's anything ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm..... i have nothing to say now........ dun wanna ramble anymore. Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-109885392920031243?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/109885392920031243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/109885392920031243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109885392920031243' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-109816422298947554</id><published>2004-10-19T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T13:37:02.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Said I Loved You...But I Lied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the candle, love's the flame&lt;br /&gt;A fire that burns through wind and rain&lt;br /&gt;Shine your light on this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;You came to me like the dawn through the night&lt;br /&gt;Just shinin' like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Out of my dreams and into my life&lt;br /&gt;You are the one, you are the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said I loved you but I lied&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this is more than love I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;Said I loved you but I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;'Cause love could never ever feel so strong&lt;br /&gt;Said I loved you but I lied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all my soul I've tried in vain&lt;br /&gt;How can mere words my heart explain&lt;br /&gt;This taste of heaven so deep so true&lt;br /&gt;I've found in you&lt;br /&gt;So many reasons in so many ways&lt;br /&gt;My life has just begun&lt;br /&gt;Need you forever, I need you to stay&lt;br /&gt;You are the one, you are the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came to me like the dawn through the night&lt;br /&gt;Just shinin' like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Out of my dreams and into my life&lt;br /&gt;You are the one, you are the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said I loved you&lt;br /&gt;But this is more than love I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;Said I loved you....But I lied&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/6414160-109816422298947554?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/109816422298947554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/109816422298947554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109816422298947554' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-109685813688174914</id><published>2004-10-04T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T11:02:20.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"20 Questions to a Better Relationship" Results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eXpressive: 8/10&lt;br /&gt;Practical: 3/10&lt;br /&gt;Physical: 6/10&lt;br /&gt;Giver: 6/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a XSYG--Expressive Sentimental Physical Giver. This makes you a Sex Bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sexy sex sex sex! The sexness! You are the sexiest, hottest and most charismatic of all types. You are a captivating speaker and a great dinner date -- relaxed, self-effacing, charming and generous. Your type probably has origins in something sad -- trying to keep the peace in a tough family situation, or an early heartbreak -- and you'll probably want to address and resolve that at some point, but in your relationships that heartache is pure gold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lie effortlessly -- not necessarily a bad thing. You can have problems with fidelity. You need frequent praise and validation, and in seeking it you can make decisions that aren't consistent with your general good judgment. In other words, don't cheat on your significant other just because someone is paying attention to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You strongly dislike conflict, and will avoid it. Like an XPYG, you give so much of yourself to your partner that you feel dismissed and unappreciated if you don't get the same in return. But you internalize your feelings more and have a hard time getting over them. You don't *want* to cheat -- you just keep finding yourself in vulnerable situations. But you'll stay with your partner in the long run from guilt and a desire to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sex life will always be hot. You are one of the rare people who can keep the fires of passion going forever -- if you find a good match. Find another XSYG and you will never need (or want) anyone else again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the 118814 people who have taken this quiz, 8.3 % are this type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-109685813688174914?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/109685813688174914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/109685813688174914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109685813688174914' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-109660581759293354</id><published>2004-10-01T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T12:43:50.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is gonna sound so evil but it's funny how happy it makes me to read abt other pple's misery. Lolx Especially when how 2 screwed up pple r just simply made for each other. U see, if pple were magnets, this would not happen cuz negative and negative will always repel. *sigh* The ending's gonna be so damn good i tell yer..... This is the kindda drama i like unlike "The Bold and the Beautiful".... Gosh!! Such a bitchy entry!!! Hahahhaha Twistin men round my pinky is like stealin candy from a baby. U ask, what kindda satisfaction can i get from this? All i can say is... PERSONAL satisfaction. Speakin on behalf of all women out there, if guys can have fun, so can we. What men can do, we can do too. About women being more emotionally unstable, well.... it's an individual thing. After awhile, individual do get stronger and that's we learn. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hell hath no Fury like a woman Scorned"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/6414160-109660581759293354?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/109660581759293354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/109660581759293354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109660581759293354' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-109621477043692661</id><published>2004-09-26T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T00:27:25.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I decided to have a Makeover. With My *NEW* Hairstyle comes my *NEW* boyfriend..... ahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/stupidmachine_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/jk_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-109621477043692661?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/109621477043692661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/109621477043692661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109621477043692661' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-109575806086536157</id><published>2004-09-21T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T01:01:01.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Number 1: I express myself well through song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2: Leopards never change their spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 3: The future is scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 4: I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 5: Can honesty be bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These r some of the phrases I've been hearin alot lately... Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Vic and i haven't really been in "Happily Ever After" mode recently. Quite abit of fears, paranoia, past coming back to haunt us both..... basically, things have been edgy. Have not heard Vic pissed before but from what i just went through and heard, his tone of voice, not something that i wanna go through again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becuz of what happened, had a somewhat crappy day. Was knockin into pple at Tampines and it totally pissed the shit outta me. Wasn't exactly focusin on what i was doing and also stoned quite abit in the bus. I bet pple where lookin at me like i had some drug withdrawal symptom. Oh well, got home and immediately my bro told me Vic called. Damn! Missed the call. Then was luggin my legs up to my room and when i checked my hp, i had a miss call too... from Vic. Damn again!! It was startin to be one of those days i wanna just rot in a hole. Everything was just going wrong. Did not want him to think i was ignoring him, so i dropped him a msg and the next min, the phone rang!! Talked things out more or less and everything's ok now... *smiles* Just a simple phonecall can really do wonders. Improved my crappy day tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vic: U had no idea how much i needed that call. The most beautiful surprise. I dare say it even beat the "White Rose" story at Bugis. Heh...U don't know how much u mean to me. U taught me how to rationalise my thoughts. U gave me the time and strength to better myself, to think. U supported me in my time of need. Your timin into my life cannot be better. I can't wait for u to be home! *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-109575806086536157?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/109575806086536157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/109575806086536157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109575806086536157' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-109418698112702396</id><published>2004-09-03T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T12:53:28.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vic's been gone only 4 days but starting to suffer from withdrawal symptoms. No kisses, No hugs, No sms, No one to talk to me on the way home when i end work late. Basically, nothing to look fwd to after a long hard day. Miss him sooooo MUCH!! This is so much worst than leavin for OIAP cuz i can't contact him and him contact me, whatsoever!! This is what happens when your better half gets thrown into a DEVELOPING country..... China sux!!!!! It'll prolly be a multi billion country in a few years but i HATE it now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see what have i been doing to kill time...... Be warned. After Cleo, there will be ALOT of JASMINE coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/misc-029_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cat and Mouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/misc-033_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cleo looks irritated with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/me-002_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/me-008_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/me-007_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/me-004_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/me-011_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/misc-023_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/me-010_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-109418698112702396?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/109418698112702396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/109418698112702396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109418698112702396' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-109375158109144682</id><published>2004-08-29T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T22:10:17.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chillin out with Vic and his mates.... Went to Seoul Garden 1st before headin to the tcc outlet at Boat Quay (Ambience super nice... very urm... "pubbie")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/outin-001_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Master Chef Cui Cai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/outin-003_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He did not realise i was takin his pic until he kenne flash bang.... lolx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/outin-007_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jacintha's pretty from all angles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/outin-009_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's Jac's bf, Jason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/outin-008_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He claims he is lookin more and more Malay... lolx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/outin-005_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vic's Bestest Pals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/outin-014_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No prizes for guessin who these people might be *grinz*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/outin-012_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No photo-takin session is complete without a Group PIC... *TAADAA*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-109375158109144682?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/109375158109144682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/109375158109144682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109375158109144682' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-109359022293290499</id><published>2004-08-27T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T15:22:33.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My &lt;strong&gt;FIRST&lt;/strong&gt; month Anniversary with my Boy.... *GrinZ* I hope this is the last time i'm gonna announce this sentance... *sheepish*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/1stmth-039_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The joy is in the satisfaction i get when i see my other half happy. *smiles* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/1stmth-007_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vic Restless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/1stmth-017_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vic Surprised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/1stmth-016_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vic Excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/1stmth-019_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vic Struggling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/1stmth-020_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vic HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/1stmth-021_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vic VERY HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/1stmth-014_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vic &amp; Jas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/1stmth-015_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vic &amp;amp; Jas.... again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/dodgylife/1stmth-036_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Nite... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-109359022293290499?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/109359022293290499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/109359022293290499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109359022293290499' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-109275767705729017</id><published>2004-08-17T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T23:47:57.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's just 1 big drama one after another......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boo is now in hospital... something happened to his red/white blood cells... not enough of either one it seems... Low Blood cell count... He's not even sure which type of cell himself..... so yeah... it's not that nv study hor. *self protection*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my boo boo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-109275767705729017?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/109275767705729017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/109275767705729017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109275767705729017' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-109241451443912820</id><published>2004-08-14T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T00:32:31.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is idiotic..... I hate the fact that life's so unfair... Why should i make up up for something that someone else did? Why am i even botherin to be nicer than i already am just to prove a point (Wait... the point here is that i love him very much)? Why the hell r pple assumin things abt me that i'm not (I'm not after his God damn money!!!!)?! Why r pple takin everything i do with a motive when i'm being genuinely nice (Hey!! I have no problems suckin up if i want to ok... but why the hell should i do that... It's not ME!! I'm just being myself here!! For once, i'm willin to do sweet things without being told... It comes from the freakin heart!!!!!) ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the person: I HATE YOU FOR RUININ HIS LIFE AND MINE AND OURS!!!!! I HATE U BIATCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.....Phew..... just needed to get that outta my system. *Relieve* It's been annoyin me for sometime now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna give a shout out to my Baby boy......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;I Miss You&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;Get well Soon&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Lolx -_-"'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-109241451443912820?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/109241451443912820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/109241451443912820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109241451443912820' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-109176315457662119</id><published>2004-08-06T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T12:34:54.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Alrite... This is my 1st entry after a very LOOONNNGG hiatus (To JQ, this word does exist!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's been happenin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dropped and got afew new students&lt;br /&gt;2. Watched "Woman in Black" with Kenneth&lt;br /&gt;3. Workin my arse off!! -I miss sch-&lt;br /&gt;4. Tryin to get my Uni stuff settled&lt;br /&gt;5. Fallin madly in love with my Soulmate, Victor Alfred Saputra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can, I don't have to say it out but yeah, the most important "happenin" would be No. 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have known that 3 yrs down the line i would actually be with him. Surreal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Met him durin FOC.. we were in the same Orientation group, Cyclops. Never noticed him then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Met him many times in the course of GL trainings.... Never noticed him then either....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;He was SUPPOSE to be my Asst. Editor in the Main Comm but he quit/sacked.... DEFINATELY never noticed him then... U owe me BIG time man!! The torture under Ms. Sim was traumatisin!! Cannot believe i kenna "pang seh" early in the morning by a lect! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Always asked me abt Constance when he was tryin to woo her.... Never noticed him then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Called me from Aust during his OIAP to talk abt his probs.... That caught my attention!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It's weird that our paths always crossed but just never noticed each other. It's FATE (Not a big believer) i tell you. Anyway, yeah, he started callin me from Aust to tell me his relationship probs. Not that i could help much but i guess a listenin ear helps. I know the feeling... Heh so that's when the feelings were started to take root. When he came back, everything was back to normal... As in the "never notice" kindda normal. Then 1 day we went shoppin together. The reason why that happened cuz he "pang seh" me the week before!!! Lolx.. Totally forgot abt bringin me clubbin and went fishin instead. Anyway, we met up and went shoppin. His jaws dropped when he saw me tryin this dress from Esprit(Which i bought)... kept sayin "Damn, you look good!"... *laughs*... The effect of guys who have nv seen me in Gu niang get up before. After that, we had a very delicious meal at soe steakhouse place... can't remember the name. Had beer battered fish and chips there..... DIVINE!!! Wanted to catch a movie but nothing interestin was on. Wanted to club but he was drivin. Then decided to just go crusin ard. Got ass bored and headed to the East coast instead to have a proper chat. Brought him to this place i would always go when i have probs. It's a very quiet but i would not call it a romantic place. It's eerie to a certain extent. Some place where the water is much deeper and darker, the waves r much choppier and also the wind kindda bites into your face. Brought him there.. Topic abt his and my past relationship surfaced. And that was it, connection formed there. It was bittersweet. Could not sleep that nite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The next day, went to this Dog show with Sree and invited him over cuz he claimed he was bored. Heh It was awkard at 1st cuz there's like these 2 fantastic guys tryin to protect and take care me but after awhile things got ok. It always starts when pple gang up to bully me. -_-"' Caught "King Arthur" after that... FUCKING BORING!!!!!!!!! *laughs* But that's when he held my hand. Both of us were so worried cuz we did not want Sree to know cuz he knows how dear Sree is to me. After that, he sent me home. Shared our 1st kiss(Just a simple 2 sec peck) on the bus. Was so paisei cuz he was tellin me all his feelings and there was this woman in front and i bet she was listenin cuz he wasn't exactly whispering!!! *blush* Kissed again(Simple one!!!) at the lift lobby to my place... It's crazy but kissin him was so different. Everything was so sweet and innocent. It's like 13 all over again... Lolx Both wantin more but dare not go to far for fear of losin the relationship and turnin it into some physical, lustful monster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anyway, that's how it all started. And since then, life's been GREAT! We r like this old married couple. We share everything. He picks me up from work, we have dinner together either alone or at his place, met up with my family members(They love him), sec sch pals, the league(Equivilent to my family members), cooked dinner at my place for my family, talked abt everything(Literally.. EVERYTHING!), go for short walks, surprise each other(He gave me a white rose while I was preoccupied with my window shoppin...was showin him a few pieces that i picked out when suddenly from the reflection, out popped the flower. Was soo stunned, i was speechless for a good 5mins!! And once, i forgot to bring a brolly out when it started to rain, he picked me up from the mrt stn and sent me to my student's place without me askin.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;He is God sent and i'm so blessed to have him in my life. For everything i lack, he makes up for it and vice versa. He made me a a more matured woman. How to be a calmer person and above all, picked me up from the lowest of low, forgave me for everything i did in the past, encouraged me to be more open with my feelings and taught me how to love again. I've never been this commited to anyone in my whole life. Everything i do now, i have him to consider abt. It's a new feelin and i like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;To my soul mate, Victor Alfred Saputra, i just wanna thank you for everything that you did for me for me. I appreciate it and i appreciate you even more. There are times i'm not sure if i deserve so much and can't even reciprocate in the same way but i just wanna let u know that from deep down the bottom of my heart. I am fallin deeply in love with you. It's just so different this time. Its so emotional and so indepth that i feel strangely connected with you in every aspect. Every kiss still feels like the 1st... that same tingly sensation, every hug makes me so more secure than the last. Not 1 day goes by that u do not tell me how beautiful i am and that u love me. And i find it utterly amazin that u seem to remember the smallest little details that sometimes i dun even pay attention to. Like when i told u that are certain lines or phrases that i feel attached to in songs, u remember!! ("Until the day the Ocean doesn't touch the sand"... It's not that profound... Lolx) You have told me this many times and even when u dun say it, i see it in your eyes and yes, i wanna spend the rest of my life with you too. -Hugs- Cannot imagine a day without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Can't wait to head to Aust with you. Start our new life there possibly? *I Love you*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oh and is it God planned or just a coincidence that the 1st pic we took together(Our grad pic) was 1 month before the day we got together? The 25th of July.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Gosh!! I took 2 hrs to churn this out... Heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-109176315457662119?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/109176315457662119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/109176315457662119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109176315457662119' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-109059868910639539</id><published>2004-07-24T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T00:09:44.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I Hate you yet i don't.&amp;nbsp;I can't help it... it hurts. &lt;br /&gt;This song is for you... I hope u know who u r.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought some time alone &lt;br /&gt;Was what we really needed &lt;br /&gt;You said this time would hurt more than it helps &lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't see that &lt;br /&gt;I thought it was the end &lt;br /&gt;Of a beautiful story &lt;br /&gt;And so I left the one I loved at home to be alone(alone) &lt;br /&gt;And I tried and found out this one thing is true &lt;br /&gt;That I'm nothing without you &lt;br /&gt;I know better now and I've had a change of heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have bad times with you, than good times with someone else &lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be beside you in a storm, than safe and warm by myself &lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have hard times together, than to have it easy apart &lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have the one who holds my heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I met someone &lt;br /&gt;And thought he could replace you &lt;br /&gt;We got a long just fine &lt;br /&gt;But wasted time because he was not you &lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of fun &lt;br /&gt;Though we knew we were faking &lt;br /&gt;Love was not impressed with our connection built on lies,all lies &lt;br /&gt;So I'm here cause I found this one thing is true &lt;br /&gt;That I'm nothing without you &lt;br /&gt;I know better now and I've had a change of heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have bad times with you, than good times with someone else &lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be beside you in a storm, than safe and warm by myself &lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have hard times together, than to have it easy apart &lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have the one who holds my heart &lt;br /&gt;who holds my heart,who holds my heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't blame you if you turn away from me, like I've done you, &lt;br /&gt;I can only prove the things I say with time, &lt;br /&gt;Please be mine, oh ho please be mine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have bad times with(please be mine) you, &lt;br /&gt;Than good times with someone else(I know) &lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be beside you in a storm(anytime), &lt;br /&gt;than safe and warm by myself(surely surely baby) &lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have hard times to gether, than to have it easy apart &lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have the one who holds my heart(my heart) &lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have bad times with you(surely), &lt;br /&gt;Than good times with someone else(surely) &lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be beside you in a storm(oh yeah), &lt;br /&gt;Than safe and warm by myself(all by myself) &lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have hard times together, &lt;br /&gt;than to have it easy apart(you know yeah) &lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have the one who holds my heart &lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have the one who holds my heart &lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have the one who holds my heart &lt;br /&gt;Who holds my heart" &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/6414160-109059868910639539?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/109059868910639539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/109059868910639539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109059868910639539' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-108943392519859355</id><published>2004-07-10T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T12:32:05.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/jsimner/1062440431_ten.jpg" border="0" alt="My inner child is ten years old today"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;My inner child is ten years old!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether&lt;br&gt;I'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost&lt;br&gt;in a good book, or giggling with my best&lt;br&gt;friend, I live in a world apart, one full of&lt;br&gt;adventure and wonder and other stuff adults&lt;br&gt;don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jsimner/quizzes/How%20Old%20is%20Your%20Inner%20Child%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;How Old is Your Inner Child?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-108943392519859355?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108943392519859355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108943392519859355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108943392519859355' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-108909199565019838</id><published>2004-07-06T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T13:33:15.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If there's a song that can explain my current behaviour, this song would be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;No More "I Love You's"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Annie Lennox &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do be do be do do do oh&lt;br /&gt;Do be do be do do do oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a lunatic from the gracious days&lt;br /&gt;I used to feel woebegone and so restless nights&lt;br /&gt;My aching heart would bleed for you to see&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but now&lt;br /&gt;I don't find myself bouncing home&lt;br /&gt;Whistling buttonhole tunes to make me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more I love you's&lt;br /&gt;The language is leaving me&lt;br /&gt;No more I love you's&lt;br /&gt;Changes are shifting&lt;br /&gt;Outside the words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lover speaks about the monsters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have demons in my room at night&lt;br /&gt;Desire, despair, desire&lt;br /&gt;So many monsters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but now&lt;br /&gt;I don't find myself bouncing around&lt;br /&gt;Whistling my consence to make me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more I love you's&lt;br /&gt;The language is leaving me&lt;br /&gt;No more I love you's&lt;br /&gt;The language is leaving me in silence&lt;br /&gt;No more I love you's&lt;br /&gt;Changes are shifting&lt;br /&gt;Outside the words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people are being real crazy&lt;br /&gt;But we will only come&lt;br /&gt;And you know what mommy?&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was being real crazy&lt;br /&gt;The monsters are crazy.&lt;br /&gt;There are monsters outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more I love you's&lt;br /&gt;The language is leaving me&lt;br /&gt;No more I love you's&lt;br /&gt;The language is leaving me in silence&lt;br /&gt;No more I love you's&lt;br /&gt;Changes are shifting outside the words&lt;br /&gt;Outside the words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more I love you's&lt;br /&gt;The language is leaving me&lt;br /&gt;No more I love you's&lt;br /&gt;The language is leaving me&lt;br /&gt;No more I love you's&lt;br /&gt;Changes are shifting outside the words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do be do be do do do oh&lt;br /&gt;Do be do be do do do oh&lt;br /&gt;Outside the words&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/6414160-108909199565019838?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108909199565019838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108909199565019838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108909199565019838' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-108762541334524227</id><published>2004-06-19T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T14:19:49.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was at Velvet last nite... Now what I was doing there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, went out with Gerald and his pals for drinks... Some socializing thing. It was serious stuff man but fun also lah of cuz. There's was no dancin involved but just alot of talkin and it's amazin the kinds of pple i met. All very very successful! 1 guy even owned 11 cars of which 2 r Porches and 2(I think it was 2, cuz i could not hear him rite)Lumborguines(Spell?) and some others lah... And he owns an Insect Repellant company. Another was the Director of Singapore's Elite models and some were bank managers, met a top notch pianist(Her name's Ming and she used to be RJC's prom queen... Lolx Everyone makes fun of her... she's so sweet.) and also this guy called Shen, whom i was talking alot too cuz he was so funny is doing something called sport gambling(Apparently, it's classified stuff... i have no idea what he was talkin abt) in Macau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was introduced to these 2 girls there..... 1 was Singapore's Miss Universe contestant Josephine but we call her Jo(I honestly did not know who the hell she was even after she told me she was 1 of the Miss Sg ladies... i was like Erm... ok) Anyway, and the other girl was Charlene, some SIA girl who did a really cute imitation of that Qoo song.... There's a reason why i'm writin this! I HAVE ZERO TOLERANCE WITH BIMBOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My whole conversation lasted 10mins with both of them. Covered their jobs, lifestyle, age and where they stayed. *smack forehead* That's how much things we talked abt and most of the time i was doing the talkin... i honestly did my best before givin up(Givin tuition has improved my endurance). Not that they were dao or anything. They(More on charlene than Jo) were really sweet. But i dunno... no common ground and i dun like 1-2 words and when i ask decent qns.. Lolx I found them amusin nonetheless, especially when they were randomly throwin coasters at strangers and also pinchin random guy's butts and puttin the blame on this guy Kelvin next to them claiming that he was gay. It's silly and childish but was pretty darn funny. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to come to the interestin part. This guy Shen, always playing stupid word games and getting each other stumped... He kept saying i was sarcastic in a really cute and fiesty way... Lolx Ya, after knowin him for an hr, i became the love of his life... Lolx Anyway, he was introducin me to from afar all the top notch eligible bachelors. And the 1st thing he said abt all those guys was that, they r very rich u know. and my reply to that was "so". And he appeared stunned. I'm serious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do all guys think that they can get any girl they want just by flashing some coloured pieces of paper in their faces? Is that what we women have become? Some monopoly pieces like the silver silky terrier(do they still have that?) and the silver tophat? Have we just put a price tag on ourselves? R we that CHEAP?????? I was honestly and truly quite insulted when he promoted them to me in that way.... Maybe i was being too sensitive and he could also have been joking but lookin at the pple ard me... i highly doubted it. It's a classic example... the Miss Sg universe person... she's not bad lookin and bimbotic but her bf is like freakin ugly and not to mention has alota BLING BLING!!!! Brains r not impt anymore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck man!! I swear to myself i will not succumb to this level of being female!!! I wanna be the sort who will be able to buy her own diamonds(Not that i like them but u get my drift) and live her own life the way she likes it and go top notch in society. Dun wanna be the sort that goes cryin home becuz she does not know what do to, where to get money and how to survive after her man dumps her. That's just too plain pathetic! Pls!! I dun intend to sugar mummy any guy either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u wanna be a gentlemen and pay for my drinks and dinner and whatever, be my guest but dun shove money in my face and expect me to fall head of heels in love(There's no love anymore... no love!! *Sings Black Eyed Peas, "Where is the love"*) with you. After so much shit... I deserve better. Slowly and painfully no doubt but surely i will get there. DETERMINATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-108762541334524227?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108762541334524227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108762541334524227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108762541334524227' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-108653111894946024</id><published>2004-06-06T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T14:26:06.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got home at 7am!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rouge was DA BOMB!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank alot!! Danced alot!! Met lotsa new pple!! Hot Guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company was fantastic.. THanks everyone (Refers to those smile, dance, talk and go pple), especially to Suresh, Chris and Sree for everything... *GrinZ*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mediaservice.photoisland.com/auction/Jun/2004685717646590574430.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Hao, Chris, Me, Sree, Resh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mediaservice.photoisland.com/auction/Jun/2004682653983095868216.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui hao, Chris, Me, Sree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mediaservice.photoisland.com/auction/Jun/2004682343107098594637.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resh, Me, Ewan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls squint your eyes of this pic... it's abit(Understatment!!) smokey... Lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mediaservice.photoisland.com/auction/Jun/2004681428316255959233.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Left: Vincent, Resh, Sree, Me, Chris&lt;br /&gt;Bottom from left: Hui Hao and Alvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can i ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-108653111894946024?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108653111894946024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108653111894946024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108653111894946024' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-108454787031708302</id><published>2004-05-14T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T23:25:49.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow... blogger has indeed changed a new look. Got abit lost there. Heh See!! Gettin used to a new blogger for me is like gettin used to a new hp!!! For pple who know me, pls be very aware that i'm a technology idiot. Once u change something, i'll take forever to get used to it. But it does not necessarily mean i dun like changes... *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, somebody (I think Cherie) proved what i said rite a few days ago. LIZARDS DO LOSE THEIR STICKINESS ON THEIR SUCTION PADDED FEET AND END UP FALLIN OF THE WALL AND ON YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Shudders* Pity the poor guy who i think is apparently scared of lizards as he was screamin and tryin to flick the lil bugger off his shoulder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I've now unofficially graduated from Poly.. or rather i think i should grad... Hahaha So, erm, now what? Good question huh? Gets you thinkin alot this qns. Oh, my Grandpa can't wait to get me outta the house to further study cuz he wants my room!!! Evil u know old pple nowadays..... HAHahhaha But anyway, kindda lookin fwd to him stayin over at our place now, now that i'm done with all the selfish thinking.Yeah, have to admit i wasn't exactly thrilled when i heard the news... Sigh... there goes the days whereby i could sneak out in the middle of the nite and sneak pple in the middle of the nite..... lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, just got back from class chalet. Not too bad lah. Hmm... what can i say, it's typical!! Mahjong, BBQ, cards, PS, etc Oh the most interesting thing i've learnt was prolly abt the Horseshoe crab. This is gonna sound really daft especially for me since i'm a "Biotechie" but yeah, the last time i saw 1, i thought it was some alien!! I had no friggin clue what the hell it was!!!!!! It looked like something that popped out from Starship Troopers!! And a personal opinion: Absolute vodka vanilla is not nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!!!! Did u pple watch AMI??? JASMINE TRIAS over LATOYA LONDON!!!!!!!! *flabbergasted* What's happening??? Where are all the "props" goin? *Does the props finger thingy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather's blooming hot!!!!!!!!  I won't even say it's good for a tan cuz i think i'll just cut short my life by 10 yrs and die from skin cancer or something... lolx But yeah, finally have some to get some sun nonetheless. Maybe an overnite astro expedition at P.Ubin or something. But it would have to be a 1 nite thing cuz i think i'll die if it's something more than that. Not that i cannot tahan "Ancient Civilization" lifestyle. But the sandflies would kill me. The last time, i was scatchin so much that i bled. *gross*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i was suppose to type something here but i forgot what i wanted to say..... Hmm... I got distracted after typin the part abt the "props"... lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what!! I got a new guinea piggy!! It's an abby, 2 weeks old and her name's Honey. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml's a day for me to party... Please God, pls give me the energetic mood to party. I don't wanna be a stick in a mud. I wanna let myself go and just party. Pls God, intoxicate the other pple ard me and so everyone can go crazy and look stupid together. In this contacts, stupid is good. For once in our very stressful poly life. Give us the strength to party. Join us too if u wish. I mean considerin the number of prayers u must have got when it was nearin exam time, it must have been pretty straining on your side too. So yeah, i would close this prayer with a very sincere heart and hope that u r listenin up there. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, off to make my life more meaningful now. Till we meet again my fellow dodgylife fans. *sniggers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-108454787031708302?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108454787031708302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108454787031708302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108454787031708302' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-108401023670759003</id><published>2004-05-08T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T18:06:26.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=6&gt;ANNOUNCEMENT!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what to do after LSCT Fling (15th May, Sat) which ends at 11pm? PARTYY!!!!! PPAAAARRRRTTTTTEEEEYYYY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for a place to chill out, a place where u can talk without screamin into each other's ears, with cheap or better still, NO cover charge, NO queues and with NO kiddos tryin to act "seh"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think no more.... Yours truly has got a solution for you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head down to "37 The Bar" after the fling. DJ Nas will be in the house spinning hits from all genres. Hip-hop, chill out, mambo, salsa, latin, rock, alternative, light house, Top 40s, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Address: "37 The Bar" - 37 Keong Saik Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions from sch: Cross the overhead bridge and take bus 75 and drop off at Outram MRT. From there, look at the location map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Map: http://www.streetdirectory.com.sg/map.jspx=28895.73&amp;y=29188.34&amp;level=7&amp;star=1&amp;xyfile=&amp;postal=089144&amp;oldX=28895.73&amp;oldY=29188.34&amp;heading=37A+KEONG+SAIK+ROAD+%28089144%29 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see lots of LSCT pple there as it's our last day together apart from boring grad day... Lolx So pple!! MAKE IT HAPPEN!!!!!!!! *GrinZ* And even if u r not from LSCT, it doesn't even matter. It's not a private function.. Lolx Just get your ass down and Boogie!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pread the word far and wide.... your friends, your friend's friends, your friend's friend's frens, etc!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get back to me if guys r interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&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/6414160-108401023670759003?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108401023670759003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108401023670759003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108401023670759003' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-108364652017927514</id><published>2004-05-04T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T12:59:22.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jasmine is a sad basket case!!!!!! Oh my Gosh, can u pple believe what she did? She msged her ex and told him how much she missed him!!! Oh gosh!!! why did she have to do that? As if her life isn't pathetic enough.... She can have so many good guy but why does she walsy keep going back to the erm... past!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: Yes yes... i'm a pathetic sad basket case but but but........ I CAN'T HELP IT!!!!!!!!!! He is i would say, the guy i trust most by far but i found out too late.... I don't wanna ask for another try cuz it's gonna make me even more pathetic tan i already... i need my "mian zhi" one u know. Ah!! I feel so miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i have 1 guy who i am completely miserable abt. Then i have another guy who i'm not sure i can even trust and honestly i have no clue what is goin btw us if there is an us and then i have another guy who i know is into me but i only treat him as a fren...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams!!! Exams!!! Quick come and go!!! I have drama in my life i need to settle!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-108364652017927514?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108364652017927514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108364652017927514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108364652017927514' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-108323440797905450</id><published>2004-04-29T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T18:43:58.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally settled Leroy's very VERY belated bday lunch at Dragon Gate. Lolx It's some dim sum buffet place at Harbour Front. It's ok lah... for the money u pay(S$14/= + 10% service and all the other rubbish)... not too bad. Ate some meat thing wrapped in fried bee hoon. Marc called them the furry furry things... lolx Until now i have no idea what it's called and Leroy, tried to be funny by tellin me that the bee hoon part was fried golden pubic hairs!!!!!!!! Wonders how many men shaved for that particular dish *chuckels* The whole League was except for virus stricken Ryan (By the way, since i promised u, yah, the food wasn't too bad although the siew mais and translucent prawn-ified thingys (Har Gaos) were not as "muscular" as the ones at GapZ.).... Poor guy. Take care and get well soon, yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like playin survivor.. that's how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, i've been exchanging so much info. Some with people i nv thought i would actually talk to but yeah. There's a strange alliance forming maybe? Alliance for what i have no idea.... Mental stability maybe? Heh So many uncertainties now... Lies? Truth? Hmm..... Who to believe and who not to? Too many pple know each other. Not Good! I must not let certain issues cloud my judgement now. Must see things from a 3rd person's perspective. It's hard... but must try. Thank God exams r coming up to side track my thoughts for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i gpo clubbin next fri? Yeah i think so! Hee Goin clubbin next fri!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Whee* &lt;br /&gt;ChinaBlack or Europa anyone? Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-108323440797905450?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108323440797905450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108323440797905450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108323440797905450' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-108290983894901035</id><published>2004-04-26T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T00:21:30.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the end of play and the start of work or rather studyin for the next few days.... Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good weekend. *Smiles* What did i do on Sat and Sun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat - Did abit of teachin in the morn, followed by abit of grocery shoppin and then came home to watch 2 films. "Flowers of Shanghai": Film wasn't too bad. Alotta good lookin cheena pple in the film...... Finally knew who Tony Leung was and i heard he has a rep for acting in shows that normal pple cannot understand. And "In the Bedroom" : Film was farkin boring! How on earth did it get 5 academy awards or izzi nominations i cannot understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun - Went to the beach for a nice long chat with a friend, Ryan Tan (Not League Ryan). It's been awhile since i last went there... the sea breeze was refreshin and the sun wasn't too intense. In short, the weather was great! :) Reckon i'm a tad darker now too... Heh Then headed home for dinner with my grandpa and some relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a problem. I'm abit confused now. How can i tell if a guy really likes me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-108290983894901035?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108290983894901035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108290983894901035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108290983894901035' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-108272373928091481</id><published>2004-04-23T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T20:48:39.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINALLY, HELL's OVER!!!!!!!! After like dunno how many weeks and maybe even months!! It feels DAMN GOOD to wake up and not think abt work, projects, datelines, assignments, tutorials, classes, reports, etc. *Smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week has been very eventful... lemme summarise :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues: Watched "Taking lives" starrin Angelina Jolie with Hushie, Leroy, Ryan and Ewan and had dinner at Cafe Cartel. *Yum* Chatted and took pics at the Esplanade... should have seen how happy Hushie was with HER anal beads display... lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed: Hung out at Cherie's place with Jen and then went clubbin at Zouk with Cherie, Marc and Gerald. :) *Fun Fun Fun* Mambo Jumbo nites aren't too bad. :) Had my 1st Bellini there. *Delicious*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs: Went to some agency to figure out my Aust Uni stuff and hung out with Hushie at Clark Quay's TCC. Since the weather was good, we decided to have a drink. Sipped on this simply divine "Mighty Macadamia Nut Frappe" while watchin some gorgeous Bollywood pple practise their dance moves to a Hindi version of Blue's "One Love". *Ooooooooooh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri: Conquered Bukit Timah with Leroy... hehe We walked the "Catchment Path" and ended up in Bukit Panjang!! Hahhaha Then headed to his place for lunch/tea/dinner... lolx Helped made pasta... 2 types. 1 very light one and one with tomato base sauce then we had cake and cheese and crackers.... hee Played with Prince (He is such a sweet darling and i think he likes me cuz he did not bark at me! Lolx)... Tried stealin his "Kway Teow" aka some chew toy he owns... lolx Then took Prince out for a long walk... went back to Leroy's place again and gave the muddy mut a shower before headin home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need rest now........  :) How i wish i can spend the rest of my life was like that. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-108272373928091481?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108272373928091481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108272373928091481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108272373928091481' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-108219494154227318</id><published>2004-04-17T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T18:00:20.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was late on fri for my Il prac exam...... was like erm..... 15mins late. -_-"' And my semi fav bronze slippers r payin for it... they r slightly broken!! *sobs* Was also readin the bloomin qns paper while strugglin to put on my covered shoes and lab coat. Multi-taskin!... heh Thank God i managed to finish the paper in time but my my ans very weird leh..... scared that i might have deviated from the ans too much. Hee, can u pple tell me what concentration did u get for your sample of protein so at least i won't panic so much? I got 2450ug/ml!!! Good or bad????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IL2 written exam suxed! BIG TIME!! okok lah... if it's of any consolation to anybody, at least it's easier than last yr. Heh... Can't believe she asked us what "cloning" was......I know i'm suppose to know that at my fingertips but how to remember!!!!! Only had like electrophoretic mobility, BCA, XL-1 Blue and BL 21 E.coli cells, etc stuck in my head..... *sigh* It's over.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna do abit of Mambo-ing and  Jumbo-ing next wed before embarkin on my studyin. Should be visitin Velvet..... Woooooo! Heh Hope it won't be mistake... I'm a emotionally fragile woman u know. *weak smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why we know what we r doin is not ethically or sometimes even morally rite, then why do we still do it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-108219494154227318?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108219494154227318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108219494154227318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108219494154227318' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-108201958589494369</id><published>2004-04-15T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T17:05:17.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for a spin with Ace last nite. Was an impromptu decision... Funny that I did not even consider. Maybe I needed to get away from everything for awhile and just chill.. Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picked me up at 8.45pm in a Black Mitsubishi Lancer. Got lost for abit finding our way to Changi Village(I wanted to find out more abt Trans). Heh... He drove up to some Ah Gua and since she was on my side of the car, he stopped and asked me to talk to her! I was abit stunned already and he started winding down the windows and this was when i became abit hysterical.... I was going "No no no no!!! Dun bring the windows down!!!".....  He did anyway and tried talkin to the Ah Gua. But becuz I was in the car, she did not really entertain him... lolx She was damn sexy.... I did not even know that it was an Ah Gua. I just thought she was some prostitute until he went over to try pick her up..... heheh The voice kindda gave it away..... But she was HOT though... Short feathery velvet skirt with a very low spag top showin alot of brozne coloured smoorg cleavage.... Hmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went down to this place down Changi village... Very near the airport runway area. It's nice to watch the planes take off and land at such a close range...... Of cuz apart from that, he also introduced me to the Singapore world of "Courtship in the Night"... heh Amazinly he managed to spot those cars that were very well hidden in dark bushy areas... Either I'm not very observant or their skill is power man..... Heh. Was tryin to spy on the couple behind us through the rear view mirror..... Not that we r some sorta perv or anything but the pple behind us was just..... erm..... Let's just say there was some aggressive action going on back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to East coast to speed abit... Came across this really dark carpark (I think it's Area H.) with lotsa cars with their windows plastered tight with newspapers... I found it really funny cuz DUH! the whole world kindda knows what is goin inside those metal casing...... lolx.... Was waiting for some cars to rattle and shake but sadly no such thing happened... heh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked alot and found out alot too durin those few hours. Interestingly how i'm suddenly finding my kind all over the place.... Got home at abt 11pm+... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's these kindda trips that makes me happy and relaxed. Talkin abt everything and having fun under no pressure... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-108201958589494369?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108201958589494369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108201958589494369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108201958589494369' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-108188493589889454</id><published>2004-04-14T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T03:43:13.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think this song is absolutely beautiful...... It speaks to me..... This is what i want....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Ain't Got You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people live for the fortune&lt;br /&gt;Some people live just for the fame&lt;br /&gt;Some people live for the power yeah&lt;br /&gt;Some people live just to play the game&lt;br /&gt;Some people think that the physical things&lt;br /&gt;Define what's within&lt;br /&gt;I've been there before&lt;br /&gt;But that life's a bore&lt;br /&gt;So full of the superficial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you baby&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people search for a fountain&lt;br /&gt;Promises forever young&lt;br /&gt;Some people need three dozen roses&lt;br /&gt;And that's the only way to prove you love them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand me a world on a silver platter&lt;br /&gt;And what good would it be?&lt;br /&gt;No one to share, no one who truly cares for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you baby&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't you baby&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you baby&lt;br /&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Some just want everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you with me baby&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in this whole wide world don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you with me baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-108188493589889454?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108188493589889454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108188493589889454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108188493589889454' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-108169225572459431</id><published>2004-04-11T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T22:08:08.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have reached a point of time in my life whereby i'm starting to wonder if i'm attractive and whether i'm confident enough to carry myself in such a way that i'll beable to merge with the higher end and professional crowd. I'm gettin old! It's not abt boobs and asses anymore. Brains have now managed to squeeze itself somewhere in the requirements. I'm enterin the cut throat world!! Just met someone afew days ago and have been talking to him for abit. I don't know why but everytime i talk to him, i'll get stuck. I mean either i completely forget what i wanna say or i don't even know what to say. To know that he is 25 and a dentist does not help either. I fear that i might sound dumb and immature even though he says i'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to start being more confident abt myself. Hey! Wait a min. I'm younger than he is. I'm getting there!!! I swear that by hook or by crook i'm gonna beat the pants of that bugger and many more smart asses to come! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-108169225572459431?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108169225572459431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108169225572459431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108169225572459431' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-108143994615555799</id><published>2004-04-08T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T00:02:53.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's called Good Friday for a reason.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not mourn for this is the day that our Lord sent his only son, Jesus, down to this place called Earth to die for us and cleanse us off all our sins. Be blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-108143994615555799?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108143994615555799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108143994615555799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108143994615555799' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-108109016026693930</id><published>2004-04-04T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T22:53:02.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm auctioning my virginity off........ Hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! What's this thing with guys and virgins??? I mean how do guys know anyway? Standard ans would be u r still a virgin if u still "tight"... I mean WTF! U mean it gets looser and looser??? Someone has to seriously explain to me this tight and loose nonsense(At least that's how i feel.... rubbish!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to focuz on my work now! FocuZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another eventless weekend just went by... So many things to do, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a qns to everyone out there? Are u aware of your sexual orientation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-108109016026693930?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108109016026693930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108109016026693930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108109016026693930' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-108066401085808134</id><published>2004-03-31T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T23:00:13.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like your smirk... I like the way u freak out when u think I'm psychotic... I like your "artistic" gentle ways... I like the comfortable feelin when with you... I like the fact that u changed my opinion on local "products"... I like the way u r able to capture my "attention"... Everytime i look at you, there's alot more i wanna say and do but i can't for fear of fallin deeper into you. It's a fear....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Edit-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just did NAFTA today..... think i should beable to pass lah.. just found out that my weakness is Standing broad jump... Lolx Amazin that even though i haven't run in weeks, it's strange in a good way that i dun feel as tired as i used too... I'm gettin healthier!!! *Claps* Now i'm cravin for chips, chocs and a tall glass of milk(Low fat, pls!... lolx) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Andrew, Zhiwei, hushie and myself threw Dr. Koh a teeny weeny belated birthday celebration today too... hehe *Cute* With song(Bday song of cuz), cake(1 slice) and pressie(A bottle of rich Davidoff coffee)!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i natural flirt? *Winks* Startin to think that maybe i am... or rather i can be if i want too... Life's startin to get interesting... *GrinZ*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-108066401085808134?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108066401085808134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108066401085808134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108066401085808134' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-108053819507664922</id><published>2004-03-29T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T13:34:37.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A long hot shower, a cuppa tea, a good nite's sleep, a bit of tears, a hearty breakfast and a different bus route seemed to have made my problems go away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a brand new day... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Thanx for everybody's concern.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-108053819507664922?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108053819507664922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108053819507664922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108053819507664922' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-108047466389901302</id><published>2004-03-28T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T21:58:45.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK!!!!!!!!! I'll never trust anyone again!! Ever!!! All i wanna do now is cry but i have to be strong... Not for anyone but for myself. Why am i so weak? Why do i always give in? Why do i always do things to hurt myself? Why do i always have to prove myself right? Why? &lt;font size=3&gt;Why?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt; Why?&lt;/font&gt; Nobody will ever understand the shit i'm going through..... All i feel is pain... hurt... anger... dissapointment...disgust... If cryin will cleanse my life... I would cry a river. But it won't... I want my innocence back. All i ask for is a simple life with simple rules, filled with love, peace and understanding. Is do i find that so hard so achieve? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend suX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't normally like to bitch abt life. But this is just too much to bear. I wanna run... run away.... run far away... I'd nv thought i'd say this but i think i need help. It's no longer fun. It's no longer a game. It has become an addiction. An obsession... A fuckin pain to me! It's like a maggot crawling into your body and feedin on your flesh... killin u painfully, slowly, mercilessly and it eats up u from the insides until 1 day u just die ... u just fuckin die!!!! I'm not a pet and i'm not a toy. I'm a person and like everyone else, i have feelings too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly feel sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-108047466389901302?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108047466389901302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108047466389901302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108047466389901302' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-108035852667409043</id><published>2004-03-27T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T11:41:39.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Morning world! Got home at 2am last nite. Went to ChinaBlack... It was sooo fun! Finally got to wear my Black halter top..... i love it too much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to meet Desmond, my blind date to chiong but ended up dancing most of the time with Cherie, Jen, Hushie, Marc, Ewan, Justin and Jon. It was weird to be with like 30 odd of Desmond's friends who happened to be all guys... lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... what can i say? He is an ok guy. Somehow it's strange that without sayin anything, we know what is going on in each other's minds... Freaky? Maybe.. heh But having such a connection is good. Especially when it comes to dancin... He is a really really GOOD dancer... Honest!! Sexy! Sexy! *GrinZ* Slow.. sensual.. not too touchy...hands at the right places at the right times.... basically just WHOAH! Nv thought id find another Medina guy(I can't remember his name now!! SHITE!!!). All in the name of fun. *laughs* Other than that... erm... ok lah. nothing goin on..... oh but i should give him props for being a gentleman.... open doors for me and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danced with him abit and then we left for drinks.. he to his friends and me to the gang. Had some drinks then continued dancin. Did some lesbiany thing(Grinding) with Cherie on the podium and attracted some attention... I knew cuz the guys behind cherie were lookin at us and gawkin.... I bet their pants were bursting!!! HAHAHahh Some Canadian fellas came on too and we danced with them abit. There was this one who was kindda cute and had this Liam look to him who almost knocked me off the podium cuz he was erm.... tryin to bang me...... hahha It was all good fun lah... Took a couple of pics with them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this ah lian-ish girl on the podium too(The one that Marc had his eyes on.... Not one i would consider pretty..*shudders*). Either she's a guy hopper or guys dun wanna be caught with her after seein her dance... Lolx Saw her with new guys whenever i turned. Anyway, she was on the podium for abit and I sorta looked at Cherie, grinned and told her that we should help her by divertin the attention from that poor girl.... hahah Then we did the lesbian act together again... hehehe Cherie's so cool lah! Love her!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the club at abt 1am and hailed a cab home.... Walked ard abit near my place to get some fresh air and also my sense of hearing back again... lolx He then sent me to my doorstep... Heehee Good nite kiss??? Hmm......... Go figure..... *GrinZ*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-108035852667409043?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108035852667409043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108035852667409043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108035852667409043' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-108004463294821553</id><published>2004-03-23T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T20:28:24.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate pissin pple who r dear to me off... It hurts me.... Guess sometimes i just don't think that much. *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the most disgusting dinner ever..... maid threw so much of that "tao ki" thing into the soup... Gosh!! Hate it!!! To the bloody core!!!!!!!!!! I think it's bird food!! But had no choice cuz it's in the soup and i detest eating dry rice... so was pickin out all bits of bird food most of the time!! And on top of that i had this stir fried brownish looking cabbage and some gigantic sotong thingy which came from last nite. Only dish that save dinner was this simple fried fish stuffed with sambal... *shudders* I don't normally complain abt food so when i say it's bad, i mean bad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with Yingliang in Canteen 2 today cuz we ended class early. He HAD to eat his matter-of-life-and-death fish soup... *rolls eyes* What he asked got thinking. (Please refer to blog dated 18th March, Thurs) Would i fight no matter what for the guy i liked even though he is attached? I mean on 1 hand it does sound very very erm... "jian(the 4th sound)" or in simple terms, biatchy!! But yet on the other day, if i dun try and if we r meant to be then i'll regret big time. Hmm... but didn't someone mentioned before that "If it's meant to be then it's meant to be"? Life's full of contradictions. I don't get it... attached guys r suppose to turn me off. I mean based on past experiences, so why should this be of any difference? He mentioned that maybe this guy might be someone really special..... Hmm... oh well, not gonna pursue this matter. Will leave it into the hands of fate... besides, i dun wanna be labelled as a 3rd party (Not like i have the capabilities..... I think. Dun wanna go there.).... I still have a long life ahead of me and having such a repuatation will not do me any good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-108004463294821553?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108004463294821553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/108004463294821553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108004463294821553' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-107996862974692657</id><published>2004-03-22T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T23:20:34.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Most fantastic song of 2004........*TAADAA*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eamon - Fuck you, I don't want you back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1:]&lt;br /&gt;See i dont, know why, i liked you so much&lt;br /&gt;I gave you all, of my trust&lt;br /&gt;I told you, i loved you, now thats all down the drain&lt;br /&gt;Ya put me through pain, i wanna let u know that i feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Fuck what i said it dont mean shit now&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the presents might as well throw em out&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all those kisses, it didnt mean jack&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, you hoe, i dont want you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck what i said it dont mean shit now&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the presents might as well throw em out&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all those kisses it didnt mean jack&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, you hoe, i dont want you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[verse 2:]&lt;br /&gt;You thought, you could&lt;br /&gt;Keep this shit from me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Ya burnt bitch, i heard the story&lt;br /&gt;Ya played me, ya even gave him head&lt;br /&gt;Now ya askin for me back&lt;br /&gt;Ya just another hag, look elsewhere&lt;br /&gt;Cuz ya done with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck what i said it dont mean shit now&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the presents might as well throw em out&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all those kisses it didnt mean jack&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, you hoe, i dont want you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck what i said it dont mean shit now&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the presents might as well throw em out&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all those kisses it didnt mean jack&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, you hoe, i dont want you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Uh hun yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Uh hun yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Uh hun yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Uh hun yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya questioned, did i care&lt;br /&gt;You could ask anyone, i even said&lt;br /&gt;Ya were my great one&lt;br /&gt;Now its, over, but i truly mean im sad&lt;br /&gt;It hurt real bad, i cant sweat that, cuz i loved a hoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck what i said it dont mean shit now&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the presents might as well throw em out&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all those kisses it didnt mean jack&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, you hoe, i dont want you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-107996862974692657?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/107996862974692657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/107996862974692657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107996862974692657' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-107978548573790025</id><published>2004-03-20T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T20:34:57.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've finally got my tooth done!!!!! It's made of porcelin..... heheh *YAY*  No more visits to the darn dentist!! But thing is that i can never eat ginger snaps ever again cuz they might crack my tooth. :( Will some nice guy kindly break those cookies in small pieces and feed me? Hmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!!!!!!!! Did not get the bartender job for the Rugby 7 thing!!!!!! I SHOULD have worn my spag top!!!!!!!! I knew it!! I knew it!!! I knew it!!!!! *frowns* Those shallow bastards!!!!!! *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what!! I got locked out of my own house last nite. My mind must have wondering between my HT notes when i was lockin the door in the morning when i was on the way out, cuz i forgot to take them off the lock. So, in the evening when i was abt to open the door, i realised my keys were missin..... had to wait for my bro to come home to open the door for me. Thank God he was on the way home so i only had to wait half an hr. But it was kindda weird sittin out of your own home. Neighbours were look at me funny like i got kick out by my parents or something.. Lolx. It's fun to drink Vitasoy and eat chips while waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, gettin locked out of the house isn't exactly as funny as being locked up in your own house... *Looks at Hushie and giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berd made me do this "What kindda gf r u" quiz...&lt;br /&gt;Result: You're a Dream GF!&lt;br /&gt;You're a definite keeper. You're not needy or clingy and you're almost as much fun to be around as one of the guys! You know exactly how much space your guy needs and how to keep your own groove on while in a relationship. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-107978548573790025?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/107978548573790025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/107978548573790025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107978548573790025' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-107960838966833998</id><published>2004-03-18T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T19:19:55.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So dead!! So dead!! Tml's the day for Hybridoma test...... What am I doin here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Typin out my intellectual property (This blasted entry!!!!!) with sticky marshmallow covered fingers!! *Giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm havin a crush on this guy... *thumbs up* but but but........ He is attached!!!!!! *Thumbs down* Why am I always cursed with such things?! Time to sit down and ask, "WHY ME!!!???" Damn.... -_-"'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakin up with Gab, I've kindda have this very cautious approach to relationships now. No, No... I do not think that males in general r the ultimate scum of the earth but yeah, just being careful. Heh... Am I ready to start dating seriously again? I dunno. It's scary.... Like what Marc mentioned before. Although fallin in love is a good feelin, it also makes one very vunerable to hurt. I'm happy single but I miss the companionship sometimes. Although I'm done and over with flings..... I can't help but understand and sympathize with those people who are scared to get married at the last minute. I mean, that sorta lifetime commitment ain't some small thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I hope no English teacher is reading this cuz i think what i'm writing is completely outta point.-&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/6414160-107960838966833998?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/107960838966833998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/107960838966833998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107960838966833998' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-107936462105098116</id><published>2004-03-15T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T23:38:46.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's wrong with wearing an oversized t-shirt which has solar linked colour changing frogs on it???!!! -_-"' Ok, the description doesn't sound very good, but still!!!!! *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme a break lah..... I can't think of ways to be glam 7 days a week. I'm sure u guys understand... some days are just reserved for slacking. Just go for the grab-anything-outta-the-wardrope look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip from fashion police: Big oversized tees (No matter how cute), BIG no no when out of house!!!! *Arrested for crime*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to smack the next person so hard in the head (Concussion leve) if i hear anything associating me with a domestic helper!!!!!!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-107936462105098116?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/107936462105098116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/107936462105098116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107936462105098116' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-107931527650201657</id><published>2004-03-14T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T09:54:48.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 20th Birthday to Myself!! *GRinZ*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relatives threw me a rather interesting local bday celebration. Heh... Had a popiah party!! Not a very big thing but was quite funny. Yah, U HAVE to eat what u make... Lolx Ok lah, but turns out that it's not that difficult IF u dun pile too much on the stuffing... Speakin from experience... *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mediaservice.photoisland.com/auction/Mar/20043149051953802394889.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the ingredients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mediaservice.photoisland.com/auction/Mar/20043142722485898060198.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone so busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mediaservice.photoisland.com/auction/Mar/20043143867007650791093.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popiah Master&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mediaservice.photoisland.com/auction/Mar/20043144396220108326637.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCCESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mediaservice.photoisland.com/auction/Mar/20043141779299564845216.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jellies were damn good!!!!!! Ate the whole tray... lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mediaservice.photoisland.com/auction/Mar/20043141144366852878955.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My humble bday cake. *DIVINE* Looks r not everything.... *Applies here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mediaservice.photoisland.com/auction/Mar/20043149977564297814105.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mediaservice.photoisland.com/auction/Mar/20043143245186877310081.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and brother.... Can see the super "diaoZ" expression on my bro's face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mediaservice.photoisland.com/auction/Mar/20043141919893375256767.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Niki and Brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mediaservice.photoisland.com/auction/Mar/20043142003113681452050.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who killed Pooh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mediaservice.photoisland.com/auction/Mar/20043147560742943343781.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's largest Poodle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-107931527650201657?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/107931527650201657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/107931527650201657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107931527650201657' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-107899747192543248</id><published>2004-03-11T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T23:24:40.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for the Bartender/Barmaid interview yesterday for the Rugby 7 match thingy. Hah... Interesting i must say cuz there were really all sorts of people applying for the job so you don't really know what they were looking for. Tall, short, nerdy, hip, sexy, aunty, etc Wanted to change outta my "Heilan coo" tee into the spag top that i brought along. Felt alittle unglam. But after talking to Hushie, i changed my mind. The interview should be based on what i can do and my personality and not my boobies!!! *laughs*The interview was conducted in front of everybody. It was held in this theatrette and there were 4 tables on the stage. 1 by 1 the different interviewers were calling people out to the stage for the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hushie and i were hoping not to get this particular interviewer cuz he looked really scary. And after making fun of of some girl's name(Her name was "Meow Meow"... that was how he pronounced it!!!) in front of everyone, he seemed dangerous! I have no idea why i'm always "sway" when it comes to these kindda kindda things in the sense that i always get the people that i don't want, but i got him!!!! *sweat* So when he called "Jasmine Koh", i took my bag, looked right at him in the face and walked up to the table. The silly interviewer, who by the way was kindda cute (Ear-rings, very tanned and wearing some blue and yellow Foster beer jumpsuit.... U know those jumpsuits that F1 racers wear... *Giggles*) wanted my IC 1st thing i sat down then right after that said was underaged for the job!! Of cuz i knew that was a joke (I was not that daft!), my immediate reaction was to grin at him and say "How can that be". He said he just wanted to make me smile cuz i looked like i was gonna slap him for making me wait so long for the interview... Lolx  He wasn't at scary as i thought him to be... in fact, he turned out pretty funny... whining to me how late he was gonna work cuz there's so many people and that it's raining and that it's the nicest weather to be in bed... blah blah blah To which i just kindda shrug my shounders, smile alittle and gave him one of those "Oh well, what to do" kindda look. Felt like i was like talking to some friend like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the interview part started to kick in "Do u have any experience?" was the qns. For that split second, i stared into space for awhile......Then of cuz i said NO! Haha Then he asked again "So erm... u really have no experience?" In my mind i was thinkin "Are u some dimwit or what, i just said i had no experience!! U want me to lie izzi???" but i had to churn something out so i said "Urm........ well.......... erm..... I've been to the UK and back recently"...i have no idea why i said that but i did..... lolx Then he gave me a surprised look "Oh, holiday ah?" -_-"' I went something like "Erm... no, i was attached there to work for 4 mths and that's where i picked up the whole pubbing clubbing thing so i thought i give it a go now that i'm back here." He was then grinning at me and saying "Oh... interesting...So what did u do there?" Sounded damn bloody suggestive!!!!!!! Quite freaky! But of cuz i know how to reply properly lah. (I repeat!! Jasmine's not that daft!!!) Said i messed ard at the Uni pub sometimes. No idea why, but he thought i was from NUS.... Lolx I've got the smart alec look... heh But unfortunately, not the brains to match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so want the job!!!!!!!! No! No! No! I don't just want it, i need it!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Crosses fingers* Here comes the phrase "No money No talk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Edit-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The League got me "The very best of simply Red" CD!!!!! Thanx alot!!!! Now i've got something new to listen to before i knock off. Not bad, i know 3/4 of his entire CD. Songs i grew up with.... *reminises*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-107899747192543248?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/107899747192543248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/107899747192543248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107899747192543248' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-107884697767118401</id><published>2004-03-09T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T23:59:07.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was suppose to watch a movie, namely Mystic River, today but ended going for dinner with Hushie instead cuz the movie wasn't showing at both Suntec and Marina Square and we could not be bothered to go all the way to PS to catch it. Lolx Had dinner at "Rice Table" outlet at Suntec. It was a impromptu, Brain VS. Stomach affair. *GrinZ* Obviously the latter won -_-"' The ambience wasn't too bad... okok lah. Cosy enough to have a decent quiet dinner but definately not ones of those big group noisy dinners. The food was VA VA VOOM!!! *Licks lips* Hushie and i went crazy when all 20 dishes arrived at the same time. We were going "I'm going to try this, i'm going to try that, etc". Everything wasn't too bad except for the Kangkong Belachan(The English name for this was unpronouncable!!!), some eggplant thingy, otah(Edible but no big deal) and the spider that was hopping ard in Hushie's plate of rice... Lolx The keropok thingy was FANTASTIC!!!! So good that we asked for a refill of those. Tried to act like we know food very well by trying to guess by taste what was in those "chips". The only thing that strike me as odd was that the whole service staff there was male.... Hmm... WISP getting to me with all the sex discrimination talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually quite nice to have a heart to heart over dinner conversation with a girl friend. We were there for over 2.5hrs. *GrinZ*  Talked alot... Boys, sch, life, etc...... I think after clearing all the plates and stuff, we were still there for alike half an hr talking? *Giggles* Was also tellin her earlier before dinner that humans are like angels but only with 1 wing. We need to find another wing in order to fly. Whoever came up with this must have been a damn good poet or something cuz it sounds really beautiful. Heard it when i was a child... I think..... And it's been with me ever since. She was also asking me if i believe in everything i have studied especially in NLP.... well.... let's just say that i have rights to be skeptical with regards to certain parts of my academic journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to something non-related. I hate to admit this but as much as i've been TRYING to forget Gerald for the past almost 1 yr, I friggin can't! It's pathetic i know.... and now he has a gf???!! It's like WTF!!!?? One min u tell me u like me and the next u have a gf???!!! Friggin Freakanator!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Sorry but there's a tangle of neurons due to anger now therefore im only able to churn out the most vulgar word i know which is "Freakanator" -_-"') I'd like to be light hearted and say "Don't play with my heart" like what Mark Lee's character said in the sitcom "Police and Thief", but i can't. It's just 1 part of a sad  complex story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning 20 on Sun... *Sigh* When u r young, u wanna be older. But when u r old, u wanna be young again. Will be gaining my key to freedom soon. Am i ready for it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-107884697767118401?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/107884697767118401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/107884697767118401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107884697767118401' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-107871340391034690</id><published>2004-03-08T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T10:39:48.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thi is how i depict certain aspects of my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://abc.go.com/images/indexpages/moviesandspecials/toystory_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Friendship is to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://garion.tzo.com/lynn/monterey/images/quiettimeP1010052.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Love is to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bara.is/random/balcony/breathtaking.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Happiness is to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.northwestcolorado.com/cards/photos/wild_horses_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Freedom is to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-107871340391034690?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/107871340391034690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/107871340391034690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107871340391034690' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414160.post-107839920846544121</id><published>2004-03-04T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T19:57:09.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a pretty crazy past 2 days. So much miscommunication. Just wanna apologise to Cherie if i had upset you. Hope u understand what's going on now. We all love you, yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made pasta and pancakes from scratch today! So proud of us (Leroy, Hushie and myself). *Claps and beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pasta&lt;/strong&gt; - Really easy to make but super mafan!!!!! Have to keep kneadin the dough and put through the pasta machine to flatten and compress it. *Sings "That's Amore" over and over again* But it was fun lah... can imagine doing that with my kids in the future... *sparkles* My end product which was herb pasta, was simply &lt;em&gt;Ma Ma Mia&lt;/em&gt; *Does the kissy Italian chef action with her fingers* Have to try the one that Hushie made. Must be good too since we used the same technique and of cuz she is more articulate than me *GrinZ*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pancakes&lt;/strong&gt; -  We made ALBINO pancakes!!!! Lolx... have no idea why but yes they were rather pale coloured. I think we must have gotten the quantity of the components wrong cuz it was also rather "floury" n erm... tasteless... lolx Master Chef was making abit of noise cuz she said we should have added sugar... lolx But everything was quickly fixed with a few dashes of 100% Canadian Maple syrup. *Yummy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least was the Chocolate cheesecake from Baker's Inn!!!!!!!! To die for!!!!!!!!!! Loved it!! Loved it!! It's heaven in a box!!! I have no idea how sex feels like but if it's anything like the chocolate cheesecake, i think i'll definately love it ALOT in the future... *Laughs* Heh... just realise what's the difference between chocolate and sex. Chocolate makes u FAT!!!! Lolx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6414160-107839920846544121?l=dodgylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/107839920846544121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6414160/posts/default/107839920846544121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodgylife.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107839920846544121' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13710813998523330826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
