<?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-5810930</id><updated>2012-02-08T17:21:49.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jemsayswhatever</title><subtitle type='html'>JEM, I AM.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</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>1078</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-2889449156844154079</id><published>2012-02-08T17:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T17:21:49.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we always think we are so smart. but actually we are digging holes with our bare hands and stepping right into our graves.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/2889449156844154079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=2889449156844154079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/2889449156844154079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/2889449156844154079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2012/02/we-always-think-we-are-so-smart.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-5176407381260279519</id><published>2011-11-11T16:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T16:07:03.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it is now approaching my favourite time of the year.strange turn of events. i suppose it is inevitable really.i think i should return to church.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/5176407381260279519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=5176407381260279519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/5176407381260279519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/5176407381260279519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-is-now-approaching-my-favourite-time.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-900141357682383847</id><published>2011-09-19T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T14:01:04.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You werent there when it all happened. It's all very well for u to sit and make your scathing judgements, but where were u when I needed u most? It was not ur fault, but neither was it mine.It all happened so many years ago. It's almost like u came back from the dead. U disappeared for years,I had no news.  I picked up the pieces on my own. Did u even stop to think about how difficult it was for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/900141357682383847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=900141357682383847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/900141357682383847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/900141357682383847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-werent-there-when-it-all-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-3487823295571985667</id><published>2011-09-09T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T00:45:21.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Song: -you always thought that I was stronger, I may have failed but I loved you from the start - Sometimes I think about the people whom I lost. And you realize the ache does return when you do.Out of sight, out of mind. The grieving process does end, it's never permanent. You learn to live without that person, simply because its loss has become a part of you. And there isn't anything left to do</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/3487823295571985667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=3487823295571985667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/3487823295571985667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/3487823295571985667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2011/09/song-you-always-thought-that-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-4457175652521508671</id><published>2011-09-03T12:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T12:46:27.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God advocates forgiveness therefore I shall too. But please give me guidance and strength for this, for how much I need it now. Sent from my iPhone</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/4457175652521508671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=4457175652521508671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/4457175652521508671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/4457175652521508671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2011/09/god-advocates-forgiveness-therefore-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-8213519855394271538</id><published>2011-09-01T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T01:37:12.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From the words if a wise one 'everything will turn out right in e end. If it's not right, it means it's not e end yet'How profound  and comforting. It's funny and sad how certain recent events have panned out. Only serving to remind me that I am far from experienced, my naivety and gullibility has almost shocked and jolted me a little more awake. People whom I placed my trust in easily, people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/8213519855394271538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=8213519855394271538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/8213519855394271538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/8213519855394271538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2011/09/from-words-if-wise-one-will-turn-out.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-807713992619908472</id><published>2011-08-21T02:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T02:33:12.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, I want to say a lot of things out loud. But one should not give in to indulgences. Especially those that come with a price. Strangers and close ones can usually see a clearer picture than you do, but only u experienced its sweet taste, and wondered at its magic. I guess some decisions are harder than others. And some choices are automatically made for u.I used to get so angry. At </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/807713992619908472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=807713992619908472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/807713992619908472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/807713992619908472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2011/08/sometimes-i-want-to-say-lot-of-things.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-857708098971584727</id><published>2011-08-15T12:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T12:10:29.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It doesn't have to be blues. Monday can be a chance for  refreshing new beginnings.Amazing, the difference it makes when one decides to leave his worries and frustrations to God. Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld from M1.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/857708098971584727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=857708098971584727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/857708098971584727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/857708098971584727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2011/08/it-doesn-have-to-be-blues.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-3731419707869048010</id><published>2011-08-01T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T22:42:09.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The methods of healing wounds have always conflicted, with differing rates of success. Some even conclude by making the wound deeper. But eventually it heals. When you stroke the tender scar, your heart reminds you of the pain you once went through, and the pain you carry still. There are many things we move on from, some we look back with regret. Blasts from the past just takes you back to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/3731419707869048010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=3731419707869048010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/3731419707869048010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/3731419707869048010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2011/08/methods-of-healing-wounds-have-always.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-6255085507748877883</id><published>2011-07-31T14:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T14:39:41.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i said it once and i'll say it again. There are some things you dont get over, you just learn to deal and live with it. it becomes a part of you. and it only leaves when you choose to let it go.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/6255085507748877883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=6255085507748877883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/6255085507748877883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/6255085507748877883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-said-it-once-and-ill-say-it-again.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-506333858836671537</id><published>2011-07-28T12:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T12:09:23.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To dream of falling, shows that you are going through a period of uncertainty and insecurity. There is emotional struggle and you do not get enough support in your waking life. :S Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld from M1.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/506333858836671537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=506333858836671537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/506333858836671537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/506333858836671537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2011/07/to-dream-of-falling-shows-that-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-1029255391131730757</id><published>2011-07-27T13:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T13:10:24.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes, you just have to live with it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/1029255391131730757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=1029255391131730757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/1029255391131730757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/1029255391131730757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2011/07/sometimes-you-just-have-to-live-with-it.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-7097962677156173619</id><published>2011-07-26T16:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T16:30:48.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>' to dream that you are crossing a bridge, signifies an important decision or critical junction. if the bridge is over water, it suggests that your transition will be an emotional one.''to see a shark in your dream, indicates feelings of anger, hostility and fierceness'i feel like i have so much to say to you, yet i know and believe that closure is overrated. and nothing will ever be good enough </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/7097962677156173619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=7097962677156173619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/7097962677156173619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/7097962677156173619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2011/07/to-dream-that-you-are-crossing-bridge.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-3299536960718712508</id><published>2011-06-10T15:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T15:59:45.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's so strange, how u read about the life about someone else and feel such empathy about them being the victim yet you were once in the shoes of the perpetrator. But  it's relieving to know that experiences do make you realise how dreadful a certain kind of behaviour is. Attention is an indulgence. And I am so guilty of this sin. :S but at least we are all growing up huh? Well for some of us</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/3299536960718712508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=3299536960718712508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/3299536960718712508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/3299536960718712508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2011/06/it-so-strange-how-u-read-about-life.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-1399362106436932239</id><published>2011-04-08T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T00:11:05.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I think god shows us different types of people to test your humility. Because when you start to think you are bigger and above them --which even if that is the truth-- it doesn't mean you are invincible. You are still as every bit vulnerable as any other next to you, beside you, in front of you or behind you. Stick and stones break bones and words cut, even though they are not supposed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/1399362106436932239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=1399362106436932239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/1399362106436932239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/1399362106436932239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2011/04/sometimes-i-think-god-shows-us.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-7598781064488244811</id><published>2011-03-26T14:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T14:16:47.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is great, blogging on the go. How far technology has advanced. Now I can jot down anything I want anytime.Yay ! Had a blast yesterday with the VIPs. It was great to talk so intimately and it's true, it's one thing to think about something, but saying it out loud just emboldens it, gives it some solidity. It's been quite a while that we girls have gone out for drinks, club and to top it off, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/7598781064488244811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=7598781064488244811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/7598781064488244811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/7598781064488244811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-is-great-blogging-on-go.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-935894938319371360</id><published>2011-02-08T16:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T16:58:41.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes when we are caught up in a nasty situation, especially with emotions tangled in, it is hard to decide what to do. the typical heart and head dilemma. but i always feel, that to recognise a problem is always the biggest step in the right direction, and bravo to you if you have managed to be brave enough to come to that enlightenment.as A would say, 'good job' *taps shoulder * :)if only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/935894938319371360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=935894938319371360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/935894938319371360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/935894938319371360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2011/02/sometimes-when-we-are-caught-up-in.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-365238462144155826</id><published>2011-01-15T11:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T11:26:59.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>caught season of the witch on the big screen last night. for some reason, i was expecting a fantasy with dragons and werewolves. what i got was very different, a horror!now, it's been a long time since i watched a horror show. thankfully, this show was good.and the plot was engaging, the focus was not on ghosts or cgi effects that so many of today's horrors focus on. so it wasnt like i was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/365238462144155826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=365238462144155826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/365238462144155826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/365238462144155826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2011/01/caught-season-of-witch-on-big-screen.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-1196255097897645557</id><published>2011-01-07T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T13:13:08.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2011. New year, new beginnings.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/1196255097897645557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=1196255097897645557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/1196255097897645557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/1196255097897645557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-1819737863900973184</id><published>2010-11-23T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T16:59:59.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the end of the year is coming. oh no, have not lost any weight. damn it.hahai think, we're growing older. so more savings and wiser investments next year please. not to mention better health and skin. and more patience, higher tolerance . ok shall leave e rest of this post for 31 dec before i get carried away.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/1819737863900973184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=1819737863900973184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/1819737863900973184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/1819737863900973184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/11/end-of-year-is-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-5538991539360796910</id><published>2010-11-15T14:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T14:24:34.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it puzzled me, the way a person can say a 3 minute grace before eating, and then proceeding to be so nasty in their treatment of people whom she obviously regards as mere minions. the waitresses, the servers and poor little me.i think god appreciates your grace and glad that you appreciate your blessings, but your actions towards others should matter a lot more isnt it?what a disgustingly bad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/5538991539360796910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=5538991539360796910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/5538991539360796910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/5538991539360796910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-puzzled-me-way-person-can-say-3.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-345395931826393475</id><published>2010-11-04T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T14:51:22.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In ij, our secondary 4 literature book was 'joy luck club' .I don't know if my dislike for the book stemmed from adolescent subconscious rebellio because it was a text I had to study n be graded in; or if I genuinely did not favour her style of writing or the plot.At bookstores, I veered away from her books; reading amy tan's books was not even a possibility on my list. Then one day, I picked up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/345395931826393475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=345395931826393475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/345395931826393475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/345395931826393475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-ij-our-secondary-4-literature-book.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-5925180828205212156</id><published>2010-11-03T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T14:50:58.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i can almost understand that insulted egos feel the need to prove themselves, hence all the gang fighting , but ah!  to pull out weapons and proudly stab a 19 year old, that was just low down and cowardly.note the word 'proudly'. what's with all the chanting and hooting of your gang slogans? that was so uncool. you know, i dont know much about gangs and their operations, so my views are from the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/5925180828205212156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=5925180828205212156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/5925180828205212156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/5925180828205212156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-can-almost-understand-that-insulted.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-1103627678665115706</id><published>2010-10-27T12:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T13:56:53.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i cant remember what the flick was called, but it was about some dentist, and in his colleague's room, there was a poster about ghandi saying the wise words of 'only a life lived for others is worth living', and immediately i felt so small because that sentence is just so powerful and profound.it went against everything i ever believed. i always had the generation y thinking, you know, you only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/1103627678665115706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=1103627678665115706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/1103627678665115706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/1103627678665115706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-cant-remember-what-flick-was-called.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-2936652554105753814</id><published>2010-10-25T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T19:04:03.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i used to have this friend, used being the operative word.maybe i judged too quick, and maybe she went a little overboard, but the reasons dont matter now except that all i have left of this friend are strange nostalgic dreams which leave me feeling a tad sentimental which in turn makes me highly impatient with myself.i realise that as time goes by, many of us grow apart. none of us are truly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/2936652554105753814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=2936652554105753814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/2936652554105753814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/2936652554105753814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-used-to-have-this-friend-used-being.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-7044769955828073551</id><published>2010-10-14T15:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T16:06:31.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow, it has been sometime since i visited this space.was sick recently, one of the worst bouts of flu ever. high temperatures, aches down to the weary bone. i was busy in bed for many days just feeling sorry for myself.thankfully, it wasnt dengue like they first suspected, and yes, it is all over. no more medicine, more more drowsiness.i guess the one good thing that came out is the loss of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/7044769955828073551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=7044769955828073551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/7044769955828073551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/7044769955828073551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/10/wow-it-has-been-sometime-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-8965245215760210186</id><published>2010-08-26T13:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T13:59:51.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this week is simply crawling by. i wake up everyday thinking it is friday but to my dismay it always isnt.my head is full of errands that i want to run. not work errands mind, ( i have enough of those of my hands without interfering with my head)but personal errands, like shopping for a bday pressie for.. myself! haha just kidding. well for a special person whose bday is coming up on the 4th. omg</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/8965245215760210186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=8965245215760210186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/8965245215760210186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/8965245215760210186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-week-is-simply-crawling-by.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-4907588936875330837</id><published>2010-08-24T16:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T16:29:14.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, so this is a bit out of point but suddenly i wish christmas is like, next week. i know i know, christmas means new year and new year means im suddenly closer to 27 ( irk!); and i havent even had my 26th yet.anyway, it just seems like the year has taken a turn for the worse, what with that stupid black cloud hanging over all of us now. so i wish that mr wind will hurry up already to blow it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-3192149605340312503</id><published>2010-08-24T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T14:55:51.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear mouse, we love you. :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/3192149605340312503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=3192149605340312503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/3192149605340312503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/3192149605340312503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-mouse-we-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-5625981259599787656</id><published>2010-08-18T16:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T16:13:14.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>j.o.g.j.o.g.j.o.g.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/5625981259599787656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=5625981259599787656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/5625981259599787656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/5625981259599787656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/08/j.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-2907609145789492740</id><published>2010-08-16T14:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T15:13:50.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>phew. time to take a little breather. it has been an eventful week, far too exciting and hectic for my liking. and let us remember that excitment isnt always a good thing.came across this phrase the other day ' an anxious heart weighs a man down, but a kind word always cheers him up' . it made me wonder why people can be so nasty when they could so easily have been nicer. just a little giving can</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/2907609145789492740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=2907609145789492740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/2907609145789492740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/2907609145789492740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/08/phew.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-3840435349677586101</id><published>2010-08-04T11:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T11:37:22.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wishing gar a speedy recovering and lots of blessings.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/3840435349677586101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=3840435349677586101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/3840435349677586101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/3840435349677586101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/08/wishing-gar-speedy-recovering-and-lots.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-8799858336347929738</id><published>2010-07-30T10:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T10:35:23.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had the most awful dreams ever, one which involved me having to sit for my A levels geography paper the next day, and the awful bearded shouty teacher was glowering at me in the classroom. *shudders* and i thought i put all academia behind me by now.also had other nightmares which are too nightmar-ish( heh) to describe here. have to say i admire the bravery and tenacity of dream-me.well, it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/8799858336347929738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=8799858336347929738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/8799858336347929738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/8799858336347929738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/07/had-most-awful-dreams-ever-one-which.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-7844051052936173055</id><published>2010-07-28T15:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T16:01:50.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i realised that most of them, people who go to you for advice, they already know the answers for themselves. they just need someone to say the words in their heads out loud.and the more you talk, the more you usually talk them out of doing the right thing by them because people are subtly rebellious by nature.so though it might really irk you to see them in their state, you must resist the urge </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/7844051052936173055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=7844051052936173055' 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know it, it's sufficient.knowledge does not always require application, and not all knowledge is useful.it's just.. u know, for fun.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/1299057314303722844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=1299057314303722844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/1299057314303722844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/1299057314303722844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/07/there-are-some-words-that-do-not-need.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-1767706507488959924</id><published>2010-07-10T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T23:45:05.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if a stranger can grieve upon reading the news, imagine the pain of those intimately involved with the tragedy.may god watch over these people and offer them hope and strength, and may the poor wretched souls be given forgiveness and have a place in heaven.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/1767706507488959924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=1767706507488959924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/1767706507488959924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/1767706507488959924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-stranger-can-grieve-upon-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-1586681037215129833</id><published>2010-07-07T15:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T15:16:49.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>caught twilight with the vips last friday. although i was too distracted by1. the brazil match 'live sms commentary' courtesy of mummy and the dragon, which made me damn super kan jiong which concluded in me choking on the smoke from the burning of my pockets.2. the girl on my right who put her feet up and the odour wafted right over... it's seriously disgusting. i mean, it's late at night, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/1586681037215129833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=1586681037215129833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/1586681037215129833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/1586681037215129833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/07/caught-twilight-with-vips-last-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-8958292036449026590</id><published>2010-06-23T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T18:37:43.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>looking back, the arguments we had last time with our families and friends all seem so trivial as compared to the problems we face now, and maybe in the future.in fits of anger, it is common knowledge that we all say things we do not mean. given our individual characters or personalities, some of us are harsher, some of us not so.but it has never been accepted that words spurted out can be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-971275334730344373</id><published>2010-06-08T15:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T15:32:26.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>looking forward to a weekend ++ road trip . A getaway to get away. hur.not that life is so bad that one needs to escape, but sometimes it is good to take a breather from all the little insignifcant significant things that irk you. and boy, that list seems to be getting longer and longer.but i have learnt, that sometimes no matter how irritated u are, for the sake of the greater good, one needs to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/971275334730344373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=971275334730344373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/971275334730344373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/971275334730344373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/06/looking-forward-to-weekend-road-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-8719486895159188382</id><published>2010-06-04T14:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T14:21:03.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>taking a quick breather from an extremely hot, humid and hectic afternoon.looking forward to a rain shower ( the one from the clouds and the one in the bathroom)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/8719486895159188382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>sometimes we do things, or say things, or even think things that leave us feeling guilty, but alas, it's only temporary, and only lasts till the next time some deserving or undeserving person crosses our path, or just simply irks us.but really, i do, for the ten thousandth time, wonder why we can just be so thoughtless, or so insensitive, or just plain rude. and i wonder how we can neglect other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/4721406489836264153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=4721406489836264153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/4721406489836264153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/4721406489836264153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/05/sometimes-we-do-things-or-say-things-or.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-8516404743378074130</id><published>2010-05-05T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T16:11:27.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's 4pm in the afternoon and i can feel my eyelids dropping. ive heard of power naps but i have a feeling the minute i try that, im not gonna wake up.i blame the weather. you all will have to bear with me talking about the weather here and on facebook constantly because hey, it bugs me!i feel like going for a swim.so life's been hectic recently, or as one put it, fulfilling. it's filling, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/8516404743378074130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=8516404743378074130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/8516404743378074130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/8516404743378074130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-4pm-in-afternoon-and-i-can-feel-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-7830566266001319664</id><published>2010-04-16T15:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T15:45:44.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes i wonder, does the problem really lie with me, or can i just be arrogant and say it lies with everybody else. yes, like everyone. you know, the kind where, it's not me, it's you, and you and you and you and you you you you you you you.anyway, on another note, i cant stand the weather these days. yes, i know i have been blogging about the weather lately, but it isnt casual conversation, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/7830566266001319664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=7830566266001319664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/7830566266001319664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/7830566266001319664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-i-wonder-does-problem-really.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-8272815394512039409</id><published>2010-04-10T12:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T12:13:04.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today, is rainy and cool. what a vast difference from the incredibly humid days we have been having.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/8272815394512039409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=8272815394512039409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/8272815394512039409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/8272815394512039409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-is-rainy-and-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-1583954183263673059</id><published>2010-04-07T16:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T16:47:06.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>randoms.do u know that if u save money in a 'kong kong ( piggy bank), u can actually save quite a lot if u throw in ur loose change everyday. i tried it for the past year and wooppee, when i went to tokyo, i opened up my 'kong kong' ( which was aptly decorated with dollar bills- unfortunately fake)  and voila i had additional $1k over to spend!anyway, ive been saving again, after emptying out the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/1583954183263673059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=1583954183263673059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/1583954183263673059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/1583954183263673059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/04/randoms.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-4904455994468780193</id><published>2010-04-05T14:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T14:40:03.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel like ive been having out of body experiences. it's like i can be in the middle of doing something, and it just suddenly hits me and it's like 'oh my, im here, doing this doing that' it can be rather surreal, or nightmarish depending what situation i am in when the epiphany gatecrashes.so i get a little bit distracted and i start thinking i shld be doing this instead of that, or go here </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/4904455994468780193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=4904455994468780193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/4904455994468780193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/4904455994468780193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-feel-like-ive-been-having-out-of-body.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-3643504686616963938</id><published>2010-03-23T10:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T11:02:30.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>trials and tribulations.i bought a crime fiction book the other day, which involves murder and morality and was engrossed with it over the last few days. from the start, it was obvious that the main suspect was not the killer, and the other possible suspects seemed unlikely. i was certain of some things, yet unsure about some facts, therefore i was very eager to get to the ending to find out the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/3643504686616963938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=3643504686616963938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/3643504686616963938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/3643504686616963938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/03/trials-and-tribulations.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-5891248215988352068</id><published>2010-03-22T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T10:57:03.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dont you ever wish sometimes that you can wipe your whole slate clean and start afresh?so u can undo some of your misdeeds, and past mistakes will not ever haunt you again, or worse, embarrass you.and then you can move forward without the weight of ur past being burdened on your shoulders.ok yes i know then you wouldnt be the same person as u are now etc etc. i thought of the perfect solution. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/5891248215988352068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=5891248215988352068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/5891248215988352068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/5891248215988352068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-you-ever-wish-sometimes-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-3407032391771548328</id><published>2010-03-15T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T18:56:17.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>triple Rs.the randoms, the rants and the rambles.so im back from japan relatively unscathed. opened eyes to new cultures of no tattoos at hot springs because of a certain notorious gang there, walked in temperatures of under 10 degrees which doesnt seem so cold but it's freezing because of the wind, laughed at all the buildings with the square windows, got amazed by the sheer crowds at the subway</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/3407032391771548328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=3407032391771548328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/3407032391771548328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/3407032391771548328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/03/triple-rs.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-4404786081685112261</id><published>2010-03-02T13:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T13:58:46.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, time for traditions!i will be heading off to tokyo , the land of ......shoppping? fashion? culture? - in less than 24 hours time, so everyone, pls know that you are all loved byMe.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/4404786081685112261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=4404786081685112261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/4404786081685112261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/4404786081685112261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/03/ok-time-for-traditions-i-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-1171545347855176299</id><published>2010-02-23T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T23:23:12.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" maybe some people arent meant to stay in your lives forever. it's like, they came for a reason. they are just passing through to bring us something; a gift, or a lesson we need to learn. dont be dismayed at goodbyes, for a farewell is necessary before meeting again, and that is certain for those who are friends."ok not very profound, but very sickening how some phrases just leap right at you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/1171545347855176299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=1171545347855176299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/1171545347855176299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/1171545347855176299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/02/maybe-some-people-arent-meant-to-stay.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-644852512932794722</id><published>2010-02-23T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T19:33:17.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the sanctimony of marriage.so i read this chick lit book, where the heroine of the story is commandered to do a feature article of why she got married. instead of the usual i was so in love etc etc etc etc etc, she said she married him just to get over someone else. or in other words rebound. or maybe in the more familiar singapore context, spare tyre.and i was quite horrified at my reaction </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-4026135383958161485</id><published>2010-02-19T14:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T14:39:20.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>randomsso , the year of the tiger is upon us and we're in the midst of the angpow season. i have to say the year has revealed more pussies than big prancing fierce macho cats.well so far at least.i thought i had seen it all, but how ignorant i was.the above sentence applies to people met and places gone to recently.it was such an eye opener.made some new friends, some of them having potential to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/4026135383958161485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=4026135383958161485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/4026135383958161485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/4026135383958161485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/02/randoms-so-year-of-tiger-is-upon-us-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-2387316150359234777</id><published>2010-02-09T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T16:00:38.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Perhaps god plants His signs everywhere but we choose to ignore because it is easier to do so, or one does not have the courage to face up to truths staring right at us.What else do we have left but those around us? Are we not taught to cherish?on another note, I am so tired of incompetent people. Unreliable people who have e indecency to collect a salary but do not take pride in seeing to their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/2387316150359234777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=2387316150359234777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/2387316150359234777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/2387316150359234777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/02/perhaps-god-plants-his-signs-everywhere.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-2770440744519946004</id><published>2010-02-05T13:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T13:43:13.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Blog,whew! it's been some time since i last visited you. ive been really busy lately, and thoughts too jumbled up to note them now.ive had a few insprirations, where i blogged in my head, but then something will crop up and i will forget my wonderful entry.so, i miss you, but i'll be back soon!love jem</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/2770440744519946004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=2770440744519946004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/2770440744519946004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/2770440744519946004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-blog-whew-its-been-some-time-since.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-2663427585611737695</id><published>2010-01-14T12:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:19:18.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last night, i went out for dinner with an old friend and she brought her 8 year old son along.he insisted on telling me a joke and now i insist on sharing it with you!what does a ghost eat for dessert?ans: ice cream!LOL LOL LOLdid u guys get that? if ure as lame as me, u will!!haha isnt it funny. i think he shld join my joke club.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/2663427585611737695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=2663427585611737695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/2663427585611737695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/2663427585611737695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-night-i-went-out-for-dinner-with.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-8141454745119831276</id><published>2010-01-13T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T13:36:50.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday, i was rushing to a couple of my appointments, and one appointment tok me past sgh and the other took me past my grandma's home. and i got a little irrationally angry about the chain of events, because all these months i never had an appt anywhere near these places and when i wish to avoid them suddenly i am called to them. ah such is life's humour.could not sleep well last night, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/8141454745119831276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=8141454745119831276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/8141454745119831276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/8141454745119831276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/01/yesterday-i-was-rushing-to-couple-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-7226680896649115484</id><published>2010-01-12T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T20:54:00.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wouldnt it be nice if life were to keep constant? no dramatic changes, no sudden upheavals.mundane? i prefer to call it settled and contented.i think ive got enough excitement to last me a while.the cough is irking me! i keep feeling like ive swallowed a cupful of dust.melodrama aside, thank god for friends who keep me sane.'you've got to face it!' that's what she said. you know ive always been a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/7226680896649115484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=7226680896649115484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/7226680896649115484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/7226680896649115484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/01/wouldnt-it-be-nice-if-life-were-to-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-5390265493479803131</id><published>2010-01-09T04:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T04:23:46.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ive got so many things on my mind, so much i wish to say, so many matters to sort through. too much thoughts to analyze, too many revisited opinions.i need to rest. not physically rest my body, although that may be a good idea because i'm not recovered fully yet.you know, i think god works in mysterious ways. i feel He is usually trying to tell us something, but we dont listen, or He shows us </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/5390265493479803131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=5390265493479803131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/5390265493479803131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/5390265493479803131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-got-so-many-things-on-my-mind-so.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-2142286780645362482</id><published>2010-01-07T11:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T11:09:14.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>should have said this, should have done that. ah, if i were God, i'll just be sick these laments. weak and pathetic, we humans are.i started on this book called 'have a little faith ' by mitch albom. went to a bookstore to get it yesterday and was informed that they dont stock that book and threw a mini hissy fit because that was just impossible. it's a bestseller and they dont have it? the guy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/2142286780645362482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=2142286780645362482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/2142286780645362482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/2142286780645362482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/01/should-have-said-this-should-have-done.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-1135008308098377865</id><published>2010-01-02T14:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:36:27.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the driving forces of life, what keeps you going. i think ( well for me at least) i put lots of faith and trust on hope. hope, is what keeps me moving forward, the enthusiam albeit naivety regarding everything in life.but sometimes when you place that hope in something, it's always an investment. and many times the returns are bad.but oh well, u lose some and win some right.so 2010 has arrived. i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/1135008308098377865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=1135008308098377865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/1135008308098377865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/1135008308098377865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2010/01/driving-forces-of-life-what-keeps-you.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-8671712147997684945</id><published>2009-12-16T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T14:54:35.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>growing excitement about the upcoming xmas office party.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/8671712147997684945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=8671712147997684945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/8671712147997684945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/8671712147997684945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/12/growing-excitement-about-upcoming-xmas.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-4489721895264755302</id><published>2009-12-06T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T17:57:45.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the problem with life, or should i say, the problem with humans, is that it is never enough.there's never enough money, never enough recognition, never enough appreciation, never enough love, attention, effort, opportunities, time, man, the list is endless.be contented? well there's never enough contentment either.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/4489721895264755302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=4489721895264755302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/4489721895264755302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/4489721895264755302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/12/problem-with-life-or-should-i-say.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-6198953538631954329</id><published>2009-12-04T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:21:21.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yippee! it's new moon tonight!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/6198953538631954329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=6198953538631954329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/6198953538631954329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/6198953538631954329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/12/yippee-its-new-moon-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-3777433837805010498</id><published>2009-11-28T04:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T05:07:31.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tonight, i found myself thinking. too many thoughts.i remembered people, the ones who came and left, the ones you left behind without a second glance.well, perhaps here is my second glance.and tonight, i think about how important contentment is, and how we cant move forward without it when we keep looking back at the past.do we settle for second best, or is perfection, or soul mate , moulded by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/3777433837805010498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=3777433837805010498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/3777433837805010498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/3777433837805010498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/11/tonight-i-found-myself-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-7446764541523748301</id><published>2009-11-26T17:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:12:40.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel so blessed that more and more of my friends are buying insurance from me.and u know im growing up when my life insurance agent is now my business associate!yippee! life looks good. wait. life is good!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/7446764541523748301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=7446764541523748301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/7446764541523748301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/7446764541523748301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-feel-so-blessed-that-more-and-more-of.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-2145048245294690394</id><published>2009-11-24T11:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T11:49:14.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>some say closure is overrated, but sometimes you kinda do need it to feel a little more settled.i dreamt of a lot of people last night! it was a very crowded dream!the setting is my sec school ( again ) and i was on the highway because i was late .i was riding a really cool motorbike ( i think i;m living my fantasies) and i got pulled over for speeding and the traffic policeman was jo teo... :Sas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/2145048245294690394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=2145048245294690394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/2145048245294690394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/2145048245294690394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-say-closure-is-overrated-but.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-8734480217192344114</id><published>2009-11-23T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:32:10.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i woke up this morning to a phone call from office.in my blur and sleepy state.me to yl: wow, i wonder who is in office.me: it's m*******! she's in office!yl: it's already 10.me: yeah but it's sunday. why she go office?yl: today is monday.me: omg it's monday??imagine my dismay ! from thinking it's sunday and it's actually monday!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/8734480217192344114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=8734480217192344114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Spent time playing with Duey today and realised the fur on the top of her head is all totally gray. broke my heart. she's getting old :(Bella !omg, Jo remember the day we went to pick Bella up together?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/5084972830764696298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=5084972830764696298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/5084972830764696298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/5084972830764696298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/11/spot-rabbit-bella-now-and-then-omg-jo.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EBpdOSEec_8/SwaXcETaHbI/AAAAAAAAALQ/sbtNBTmmNvU/s72-c/23082008025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-6361659734150961135</id><published>2009-11-17T19:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:00:31.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the tolerance thermometer. on a scale of 1 to 10, when they reach 10, it's time.you can push and pull someone and highlight the way to number 10, but perhaps can only reach number 9. the final step is always up to them.sometimes i think, giving advice is quite pressurizing. or stating opinions. because you never know when the power of influence lie in your hands. and let's face it? what makes me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/6361659734150961135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=6361659734150961135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/6361659734150961135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/6361659734150961135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/11/tolerance-thermometer.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-2709855555707056522</id><published>2009-11-11T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T15:34:36.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>losing my wallet almost sent my heart palpitations into overdrive.thank god for friends like gwenniepoo who sent me all the way back there again.if i had gone alone, i would prob lose my way, have a puncture, and zero reception on the cell, and all around me is just trees trees trees.and a damn monkey.but thanks gwennnnnnn!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/2709855555707056522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=2709855555707056522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/2709855555707056522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/2709855555707056522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/11/losing-my-wallet-almost-sent-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-6636534561964967776</id><published>2009-11-06T18:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T18:07:02.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>looking forward to a hot shower, a nice dinner, followed by a relaxing night out to lobby bar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/6636534561964967776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=6636534561964967776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/6636534561964967776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/6636534561964967776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/11/looking-forward-to-hot-shower-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-4746910366576686052</id><published>2009-11-05T16:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T16:40:06.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dont really feel that i waste time. maybe occasional minutes, but i do try to make the most out of time yet there doesnt seem to be enough hours to squeeze in all the matters and the people who are important to me.it gets tiring sometimes. and a little bit sad, because the reward you get for something is at the expense of say, not realising that your parents are getting older.i need to learn to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/4746910366576686052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=4746910366576686052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/4746910366576686052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/4746910366576686052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-really-feel-that-i-waste-time.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-3538612469022623763</id><published>2009-11-02T12:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:58:59.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've got an airport of paper aeroplanes on my table.back to work back to work.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/3538612469022623763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=3538612469022623763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/3538612469022623763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/3538612469022623763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-got-airport-of-paper-aeroplanes-on.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-3670846353366460631</id><published>2009-11-01T19:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:27:13.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the other night, i dreamt of a certain n. person, a person which if d reads this she will probably roll her eyes again, but hey d, i cant control my dreams ok!anyway, i think i only had the dream because halloween was coming and i was just thinking the last memorable halloween i went to i ran into her.haha.last night, the dragon and i went to zouk. it was freaking crowded ! i swear i was on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/3670846353366460631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=3670846353366460631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/3670846353366460631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/3670846353366460631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/11/other-night-i-dreamt-of-certain-n.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-1082898548145105957</id><published>2009-10-28T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T11:47:24.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>scoff scoff scoff. did you really just say that ??rational tells me i should be more indignant, but i was more amused and amazed that you actualy said it then to feel an insult at all.gosh! it's really true!only those who matter to u can truly hurt you. and those who mean nothing, are just there for your pure entertainment.i'm not looking forward to :mousie going away for 1 month! who is going to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/1082898548145105957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=1082898548145105957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/1082898548145105957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/1082898548145105957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/10/scoff-scoff-scoff.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-3960387184661149683</id><published>2009-10-26T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T13:46:55.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today i received a call and the person said ' jamie! hello! it's time to see u again for my motor insurance! ' and i was silent for a while , before saying ( quite dumbly) ' huh u mean it's been one year already?'it sure doesnt seem like it. but it's pleasing because it's the first of many to come and i'm glad!i hope it's a sign that the things are changing and taken to a whole new different </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/3960387184661149683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=3960387184661149683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/3960387184661149683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/3960387184661149683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-i-received-call-and-person-said.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-766441337170191039</id><published>2009-10-21T13:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:58:20.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am shit excited about the Universal theme park in Sentosa!and about the casino. I dont care if they have a $100 entrance fee cause im just gonna win it back within like, oh 3 rounds anyway. :)singapore sure is moving up and im proud to be a part of it !lately my head has been filled with all sorts of holiday fantasies. i fantasize about going to this country and that, walking around, shopping, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/766441337170191039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=766441337170191039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/766441337170191039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/766441337170191039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-shit-excited-about-universal-theme.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-3222664718936746405</id><published>2009-10-12T14:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T14:05:21.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>singapore slingers vs brunei barracudas!the game was more exciting than i thought it would be. and slingers played better than i expected too.such an unexpected fun sunday afternoon. made me miss my booming times!today is the first day of my karate lessons. !</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/3222664718936746405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>taking a breather from a ridiculously hectic day.doesnt help that today's sun is so lovely all i can think about is the beach.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/6380507621759052954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=6380507621759052954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/6380507621759052954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/6380507621759052954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/10/taking-breather-from-ridiculously.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-237239369003614919</id><published>2009-09-29T18:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:06:17.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>those who say that money should not be a priority, are from people who are have too much of it, or too little of it. life is about prioritizing. it is about time management. and life circles around our family, our friends, our pets, our work.but that's the difference. when you are a student, you have a job. when you are an adult, you have a career. you cant afford to breeze through life because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/237239369003614919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=237239369003614919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/237239369003614919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/237239369003614919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/09/those-who-say-that-money-should-not-be.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-3479004519575140423</id><published>2009-09-28T13:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:10:36.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my birthday resolutions are to spend more time with my family, work hard, and maintain a low carb diet and a healthier lifestyle.happy birthday to me.and thank you to all you lovely people for making me feel so special and loved.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/3479004519575140423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=3479004519575140423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/3479004519575140423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/3479004519575140423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-birthday-resolutions-are-to-spend.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-609537469060935249</id><published>2009-09-27T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T14:38:30.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>say hi to sleeky!ok i know i'm not very original. :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/609537469060935249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=609537469060935249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/609537469060935249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/609537469060935249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/09/say-hi-to-sleeky-ok-i-know-im-not-very.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-8378316543541884140</id><published>2009-09-18T12:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T13:01:17.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i went surfing! not the internet, but the one in the sea!i had a fantastic time in Bali.finally i had my much deserved rest, on a wonderful relaxing island.:)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/8378316543541884140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=8378316543541884140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/8378316543541884140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/8378316543541884140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-went-surfing-not-internet-but-one-in.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-4814894128270790802</id><published>2009-08-31T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:37:57.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes we stop to think about the people we've met along the way. the ones who pass by for a second, and others who linger but gradually fade.the ones who stayed, and the ones who walked away.how you wish you held on to some a little longer, and ran away from some a little faster. ( f*** the life lessons! ha)there were those who changed, sometimes not to our liking. and you find yourself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/4814894128270790802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=4814894128270790802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/4814894128270790802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/4814894128270790802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes-we-stop-to-think-about-people.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-1539898098761707292</id><published>2009-08-25T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:47:48.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last night i dreamt i went clubbing with the vips and halfway i thought i lost them but turns out that they abandoned me!and i was so furious i smsed Y and told Y that i was going to 'have lasik done so i can see better':Scouldnt i have come up with something better?say something like 'im like your brain. you may not use me or notice me very often but im a vital part of ur life and you'll be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/1539898098761707292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=1539898098761707292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/1539898098761707292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/1539898098761707292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-night-i-dreamt-i-went-clubbing.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-6912441062921114524</id><published>2009-08-23T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T18:42:42.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one bedroom villa. private pool. private jacuzzi. daily breakfast.2 hours spa.dinner for 2 next to the pool.wowee!:)just a couple of weeks more, hang in there jem!and it'll be 4 full days of full on pampering.like what m said, ' rest those weary bones'</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/6912441062921114524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=6912441062921114524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/6912441062921114524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/6912441062921114524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-bedroom-villa.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-6067981748195485057</id><published>2009-08-12T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T15:22:01.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had an enjoyable conversation with the marshmallow lover about BEs an LEs and turnover rates.haha it's msn convos like this that makes a draggy day go so much faster.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/6067981748195485057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=6067981748195485057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/6067981748195485057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/6067981748195485057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/08/had-enjoyable-conversation-with.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-708049942476183316</id><published>2009-08-10T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T16:13:32.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the problem with us is that we never know how to be contented. and every now and then you are thrown off balance. and it's easier to be thrown off then to get on again.maybe it's healthy though. some mental and heart exercise. haha..you think?but we're humans! im back to the 'moment' theory. some things and feelings are meant to last for that moment. you dont act on it, you dont carry it forward,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/708049942476183316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=708049942476183316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/708049942476183316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/708049942476183316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/08/problem-with-us-is-that-we-never-know.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-3745145962332678056</id><published>2009-08-07T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:59:03.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im really tired. i need a nice good weekend away from all the problems, the phone calls, and everybody else.tgif though! and a long weekend. i need the sleep.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/3745145962332678056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=3745145962332678056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/3745145962332678056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/3745145962332678056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-really-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-7555097481427618641</id><published>2009-08-02T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:18:25.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when i was young, my mum brought me to watch disney on ice, and because i was such a good girl :), i was allowed to buy one toy from the cart that was selling all the disney characters. my cousin, ( she's either richer or even more of a good girl than me ) bought the whole entire disney family. i was almost influenced into buying mickey, since everyone bought mickey, but my mum persuaded me to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/7555097481427618641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=7555097481427618641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/7555097481427618641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/7555097481427618641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-i-was-young-my-mum-brought-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-3411123734744556125</id><published>2009-07-24T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T19:16:06.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i went for the appointment today with much trepidation because i wanted to extract 3 teeth. and lo and behold! i only have 1 wisdom tooth! the other 2 only existed in my imagination! ( or rather planted there by the previous dentist)it was albeit slightly more expensive than usual, but fully claimable under medisave.whoever thought up of medisave is a genius. everyone is a winner at the end of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/3411123734744556125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=3411123734744556125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/3411123734744556125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/3411123734744556125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-went-for-appointment-today-with-much.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-5670242999741391013</id><published>2009-07-20T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T17:18:04.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think ive consumed too much harry potter.i dreamt i battled voldermort last night!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/5670242999741391013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=5670242999741391013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/5670242999741391013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/5670242999741391013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-ive-consumed-too-much-harry.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-5991078145629224625</id><published>2009-07-15T14:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:16:02.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there's something about too much alcohol that just makes your mouth run away.i still cant decide if it's considered courageous or just plan dumb.haha.whatever it is, my head hurts.terribly.alcohol abstinence once more.owwww owwww....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/5991078145629224625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=5991078145629224625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/5991078145629224625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/5991078145629224625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/07/theres-something-about-too-much-alcohol.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-8762633108917848291</id><published>2009-07-12T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T16:27:26.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dreamt of amusement parks all night long.i went to meet a bunch of friends at night, and they were perusading me to go on this rollercoaster which was ultra scary!if you sit at the back few seats of the roller coaster, at the end of a slope, the front carriages will stop suddenly and the back carriages will somersault into the air and then hit another slope and then will be catapaulted into the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/8762633108917848291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=8762633108917848291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/8762633108917848291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/8762633108917848291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dreamt-of-amusement-parks-all-night.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-7841869177755841264</id><published>2009-07-10T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:33:30.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TGIF!  i say these words fervently. having said that, i had an oddly satisfying last 2 days. nope, nothing in particular happened, i didnt close any special huge cases, but it was more like, a contentment feeling, a gradual realisation that at long last it seems everything is falling into place.it's a fri night, it's almost half past ten, and i'm home. in fact, i was home at 7pm today. i cant </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/7841869177755841264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=7841869177755841264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/7841869177755841264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/7841869177755841264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/07/tgif-i-say-these-words-fervently.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-3975310593217115774</id><published>2009-07-09T12:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:57:22.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last night, i watched the repeat telecast of mj's memorial service. and i was so distracted and affected that i lost fifty bucks in mahjong.sighs.the memorial was so touching. such a great loss. mj falls into the categories of legends! he joins the ranks of the likes of elvis presley.i was half expecting, or even half hoping, that this whole thing will be just part of a grand eccentric hoax and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/3975310593217115774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=3975310593217115774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/3975310593217115774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/3975310593217115774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-night-i-watched-repeat-telecast-of.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-6814168729891088615</id><published>2009-06-29T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T18:05:12.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel so upset when i think about MJ 's death and i keep wishing things were different!i am as upset as i was when susan boyle didnt win britain's got talent.oh gosh! im turning into a sympathetic old woman. which is good, cause you know, more empathy and whatevers!bring on the buckets to catch the tears!:(i'm off to an insurance examination shortly. i dread it, i dread it! if is pass, that will</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/6814168729891088615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=6814168729891088615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/6814168729891088615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/6814168729891088615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-so-upset-when-i-think-about-mj-s.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-7823751569001566907</id><published>2009-06-23T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:33:23.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>matyr-fucker.that was absolutely hilarious. totally hit the nail on the head.!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/7823751569001566907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=7823751569001566907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/7823751569001566907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5810930/posts/default/7823751569001566907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/2009/06/matyr-fucker.html' title=''/><author><name>jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13315363453191153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5810930.post-2346774003169868973</id><published>2009-06-06T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T13:40:12.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>was reading the best friend's blog, and she was did this thing called the power of 'IF'i thought it was so interesting. i think the power of 'if' is very dangerous, because you might start looking at alternative scenarios and begin to get discontented, but hey, if it's just for fun, why the hell not!here we go.if i get pregnant, i'll: ( ok so this is a bit not me but who cares!)1) BE </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jemmm.blogspot.com/feeds/2346774003169868973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5810930&amp;postID=2346774003169868973' title='0 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