<?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-8872832620448823080</id><updated>2011-08-13T01:13:10.547+08:00</updated><category term='first'/><title type='text'>The everyday Lazyass life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-463214484926624020</id><published>2010-11-14T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T22:49:22.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, recently I subscribed to a channel in YouTube which was in the featured section, the same way I found the channel “englishteaboy” which is mainly filled with a vlog. Interesting ones… the last channel that I subscribed called “SomeoneToShoutFor” also contains vlog…only that this dude is GAY. Yup, Homosexual…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I’m not sure what drawn me to subscribed his channel, but his topic sure is interesting enough that I clicked on the subscribe button. Well, I usually subscribed to a music channel like “singgindork” or “songelereveur”… talk about total awesomeness in their music. I guess this one is because of my urge to be different. I do realized that I tend to be contradictive.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, I guess my conclusion is that the gays are people with awesomeness.It’s great to have awesome people around. But if you don’t careful enough, it’s going to be a pain in the ass. Literally.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Peace out,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Jensen&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-463214484926624020?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/463214484926624020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=463214484926624020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/463214484926624020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/463214484926624020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2010/11/gay.html' title='GAY'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-728037227970744915</id><published>2010-11-14T19:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T19:59:26.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Last week, there was an education exhibition in one of the new hotel/mall name Cambridge. It was held by one of the biggest education agency in Medan, Global Total. Me and Danny went there out of curiosity of who APIIT-UCTI would send. It turns out that Thomas was there too, helping out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;When I got there, I found out that APIIT did not send our “Godmother” a.k.a Ms Julie, but send our “God-sister” a.k.a. Pooi Yee and another lady who I didn’t recognize. She told me that she used to be a lecturer at APIIT-UCTI before she got married and moved to Ipoh. Enough about someone else, this is my blog, it should be about me, mainly. Having an encounter with “God-sister”, it got me thinking, the last time I met her, I was unemployed, now I am employed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I write this blog entry because ever since I got a job a couple months ago, I’ve been terribly busy that I didn’t get any chance to stop and think about stuff. From Mondays to Saturdays, I wake up, go to work, work my ass off, got home, rest and sleep and then I wake up the next morning doing the same thing. Days become weeks and weeks become months. Before I know it, I am already working 4 months. Time have been slipping through my fingers, and it scares me a bit. But, nonetheless, I had a good time at work. My colleagues are nice to me. Maybe it’s because I project an image of a nice honest guy who is untainted by all the bad things in the world ( I was the opposite, though I am honest, brutally honest ).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;And then, just a couple nights ago, when I was organizing the files in my external Hard Disk, I looked through the photos back when I was in college, I find myself smiling just looking at them and all the memories come back together like it was just yesterday. Oh how I miss those moments, I miss everything back when I was in KL.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;And then, it got to me, back then when I was in high school, before college, I thought those high school days were the best days in my life. And then, college happens….BEST DAYS EVER! So, now I look back at my college days….and it got me thinking, what life have in store for me in the future? could I have a better days than when I was in college with all my friends? Could these colleagues of mine have me laughing like mad man all the time? I don’t know…So, I end this entry with a saying.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;“Enjoy the ride while it lasts”&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Peace out,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Jensen&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-728037227970744915?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/728037227970744915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=728037227970744915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/728037227970744915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/728037227970744915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-days.html' title='Happy Days'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-7618673706460389464</id><published>2010-08-01T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T00:31:15.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something That Cross My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Relationship. I get a hard time understanding why people are so eager to search for someone they could call “girlfriend / boyfriend”. I see a lot of people change their character just to be with their significant one. It’s just not healthy to change who you are because that’s the way your DNA structured you to be that kind of character and it’s defying what nature has chosen for us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;In relationships, there are ups and downs…but in my opinion, either way…you’ll look like lunatic. Like when you’re very happy, you’ll act like some hippy who shouts “LOVE!!” (*cough…Tom Cruise) but when things turn rock bottom you’ll do things so crazy you never thought you could do(*cough…Britney Spears).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;As I see it, being single is healthier than being in relationship. Love comes in everything we do. Show kindness to people, and you’ll feel better, the world will be better. Rather than love one person and be selfish to others. Being single ain’t that hard as they said it would be. You just need to find the right friend to hang out. That’s all. So, I’d say…FUCK RELATIONSHIP!!!(well, in relationship there are a lot of fucking involved,LOL) LONG LIVE SINGLE!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hell yeah,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Jensen&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-7618673706460389464?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/7618673706460389464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=7618673706460389464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/7618673706460389464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/7618673706460389464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2010/08/something-that-cross-my-mind.html' title='Something That Cross My Mind'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-6042041050115250559</id><published>2010-07-25T13:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T13:04:24.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Like a Bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I know these past week I haven’t been exactly updating my blog at all. Truth is, I’ve been busy, very busy at work that when I got home, it was already 7 pm and I was so exhausted.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;To be honest, I don’t even know how time flies so fast that another week has come and gone. So, I’m counting down now to my graduation ceremony which is on the 7th of August (1 more week, yaay!).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Here’s one thing I’d like to share about my work. So far, I think that luck saves my ass a lot during my 1 month on the job. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;1st time is when a consultant from Malaysia comes to visit, and during the meeting, my job is to job down whatever shit that was said in the meeting. And as the silly me, I tend to zone out one in a while during their conversation, so, I left out a lot of things. It wasn’t a really big deal because 3 more of my colleague also doing the same task, and I thought they got it covered. At least I thought so until there was a part where all 3 of them were busy doing something else and I weren’t even realized that I was the only one writing all the shit at that moment. But, out of nowhere, I feel like I should write the stuff that was written on the screen which I think was not important (it is very important stuff which I knew later), but I write it down on my notes anyway. And so, after the meeting was over, my colleagues were all freaked out about something. So, I went over and ask what the fuss is all about. And soon, I realized that I have saved the day by writing the “meaningless” stuff that I wrote earlier.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;2nd time is when my supervisor went on a medical leave for four days. She left me with all the organization chart. And so, that week was the week of “quarterly meeting” and a lot of this organization chart was used in the presentation. During the days my supervisor gone, a lot of organization chart request has been flying towards me. And it’s no sweat if the organization chart that they requested are the ones I have on my files…most of it are not left to me by my supervisor. And by the struck of chance, one of them are not even existed even on my supervisor’s watch. So, I have to make them from a scratch. And then, there was one time when my head of department wants an organization chart which I failed to copy from my supervisor. So, lucky for me, my supervisor was so detail oriented that I remember one time that requested chart have been printed it out before and my supervisor didn’t like it because I didn’t print the picture fitted to the centre of the paper. So, I have to reprinted it. And since this organization chart are private and confidential, I didn’t throw out the paper, I kept it instead. So, I dug that paper out during panic time and made the organization chart from scratch and saves my ass.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Luck it,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Jensen&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-6042041050115250559?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/6042041050115250559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=6042041050115250559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/6042041050115250559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/6042041050115250559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2010/07/busy-like-bee.html' title='Busy Like a Bee'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-6868012768867047180</id><published>2010-07-15T21:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T21:19:45.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rats</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Today, some fucked up stuff happened at work. After hours and hours of slaving with the data, I finally got some approval for what I’ve done so far. And then, after checking it with my senior, I got an approval to send it off to the team assigned. And to my surprise, the bitch from the team requested me to call her. And so I call her, and she bitch and bitch about all the stuff that we send her are the stuff that they meant to do from the start. Thank god that in the middle of her fucking rant, the phone got cut off (thank for for lousy phone connection). So, after that, I told my colleague about it and let them handle the bitch for the rest of the day.    &lt;br /&gt;Damn, bitch! how the fuck should I know? I only follows order. Complaint to my supervisor. If you can’t do it, how about this?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="6"&gt;SHUT THE FUCK UP!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="6"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="2"&gt;Piss off,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Jensen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;P.S. Oh My God, it feels so good to blog this stuff out. I feel so much better now.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-6868012768867047180?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/6868012768867047180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=6868012768867047180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/6868012768867047180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/6868012768867047180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2010/07/rats.html' title='Rats'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-2018537635198096733</id><published>2010-07-14T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T23:50:42.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;All right! my job now have taken a really fast ride because now I have tons of things to do but little time in hand. My current project is about a high employee absent rate in Padang…and the appointed team in the location is so fucking unreliable!! I was assigned as a support team to help them. Now, I really have to ask my boss for the definition for “Support” because I now feel that I’m the one doing this shit, not the actual team!! fuck! and the contact person in the location is one sneaky lying bitch! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;When I ask the bitch about the progress report, she reply me with an answer that stated that they are progressing smoothly and indicates that they do what they supposed to do. And today, when my senior ask them about their progress, they told my senior that they’ve been busy doing their regular job that they have no time to do this project at all, and they are just start doing it at that time. Fuck! and I got blamed by my senior for not helping them! And then, later on , my senior told me that if we can’t complete it, we have to fly to the location which is in Padang to finish the project. And I really don’t want to step out of my comfort zone. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;If I ever step foot in Padang, those bitches gotta beware, I’m gonna chase them with chainsaw in hand and laugh even creepier than “Joker”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Fuck off,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Jensen&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-2018537635198096733?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/2018537635198096733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=2018537635198096733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/2018537635198096733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/2018537635198096733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2010/07/hectic.html' title='Hectic!!'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-566333196145053782</id><published>2010-07-13T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:07:45.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Every weekdays, I have to wake up roughly at 5.45 in the morning to get ready for work. Now…the getting ready part, I can manage well since I know myself, I can’t be rushed…So, I managed the time so that I have more than 1 hour to get ready. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The hard part about getting to work is that, the road is highly prone to accident since my office is located in an industrial area which a lot of large vehicles passes by. It can be stressful if you let the situation get to your nerves because there are a lot of motorcycles and public transport (minibus or sudako and Pedi cab or becak). Those two are my worst enemies whenever I drive my car. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The problem with motorcycles is that they tend to move in group, or if not in group, they cut your way…and they get in your way…with a speed that is so infuriating you would be intrigued to take a gun and shoot it. And also, it would seem that most of the motorcycles rider are a bit suicidal, they would ride it on the opposite direction in a high paced road. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Damn! one of these days…I swear I would be the first in line to queue up to purchase a flying car so that I will not have to face those motherfucking pea brain who drive recklessly that made me repeat the word that “Mad-eye” moody from Harry potter always say “stay vigilante!”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Piss off,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Jensen&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-566333196145053782?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/566333196145053782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=566333196145053782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/566333196145053782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/566333196145053782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2010/07/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-4188820612114222169</id><published>2010-07-12T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T20:42:49.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What’s up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, let’s see…the last time I put a new entry to my blog is on May…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So sorry about that, I have a serious commitment issue to keep blogging. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now, for the last 2 months, a lot have happened…first of all, I got a job at Musim Mas, a huge palm oil company based in my hometown. I joined their “Strategic Planning” division. Most of my friends keep asking me, what is that? well, honestly…I don’t even know myself. Hell, I don’t even know what task lies ahead every single day I go to the office. I guess that’s the beauty of it. Not knowing…keep me interested. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Apart from the job thing, I got an Xbox 360 which I paid for by myself…off course the money still originated from my mom, but still, It’s in my bank account, what’s been in my account is mine,right? I played a lot of games during my unemployment days which hopefully will be far behind me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;And, one last thing is…I’m coming back to KL for my graduation on 5th of August. Man…I haven’t been shopping ever since I got back to my hometown. There’s nothing to buy here, the clothes are fugly and the price is uber expensive (in my opinion). I can’t wait to shop all day, I already have my lists ready.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Peace out,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Jensen&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-4188820612114222169?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/4188820612114222169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=4188820612114222169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/4188820612114222169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/4188820612114222169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-up.html' title='What’s up!'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-5211817821042799425</id><published>2010-01-25T00:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:46:07.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Literally is the Cause of His Father’s Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Here’s something that’s been in my mind for the last couple of hours while I was hammering my brother’s newly bought laptop at Street fighter 4 just now. Someone I know whose father had died because of heart attack is literally responsible for his father’s death. I’m not pointing finger or anything, just piecing up together of the fragment of facts that I pick up for the last couple of months.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Why am I saying that it's his fault that his father succumb to heart attack? Well, for one reason there’s a history of heart condition in his family and his uncle is known for having surgery to maintain his (the uncle) heart, therefore should anything regarding the heart attack situation happen, the one that he (the guy) should call is his uncle, not other people. Put the panic stuff aside, because from what I hear he didn’t call his uncle because he was (and still) quite arrogant to make a call to his uncle. Hence, he made a big mistake by taking his father to some poorly educated clinic in which I doubt they ever took care of patient with a heart attack there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;When the situation gets worse, his uncle did came to the hospital to clarify the situation and also make some call to the regular doctor that he (the uncle) would go to when he (the uncle) feels something wrong with his (the uncle) heart. And for one thing, the doctor did said that if he (the guy) brought his dad to the doctor earlier, his dad would have not been hospitalized and in critical situation (in other words, his dad would have been alive now). Hence, this is a situation where he made a regretfully wrong decision in life in which a life and death matter situation. Put it bluntly, He killed his father.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Put it in a whole metaphorical situation. Suppose you were having a test, and you know the answer to the question, but you put your faith in your cheat partner who you feel smarter than you and choose the answer that your partner pick which is a wrong one. But since you put your faith in your partner, you chose that option. In the end, when you submit that answer answer sheet, it is you that is to be blamed for choosing that option because it is your decision. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Peace out,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Jensen&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;P.S. Hatred will eat you up alive, blog it out! you’ll feel better. I know I do sleep better when I blog the hatred out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-5211817821042799425?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/5211817821042799425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=5211817821042799425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/5211817821042799425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/5211817821042799425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2010/01/he-literally-is-cause-of-his-fathers.html' title='He Literally is the Cause of His Father’s Death'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-2943026086803306827</id><published>2009-12-20T21:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T21:10:54.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship Value</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Within the past few days, things have been pretty ugly in the family. Well, not internally off course, externally. With the BITCH’s on rage situation, her mother also has shown her true color in which I must say…is like criminal but dressed as cop. SHE IS EVIL!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;But, after having a very small and quite last-minute reunion with my high school friend has made me realize something. The meaning of family.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Being a family means that being with people who supports you, believe in you, help you when you made a mistake. People who made you feel worthy of yourself and take you on whoever and whatever you are. And blood just don’t really matters at all.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;If that people who you so happen to call “family” made you feel like shit. Even though you are “blood” related, they’re not family. They don’t deserve you. Even two stranger who sits in a bar and talk about their family stuff bonds better than this so-called family.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;All I’m saying is that I’m grateful to have this friends who can make me laugh and forget about this shit I’m in.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thank you,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Jensen&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-2943026086803306827?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/2943026086803306827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=2943026086803306827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/2943026086803306827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/2943026086803306827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2009/12/relationship-value.html' title='Relationship Value'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-8840380090263905304</id><published>2009-12-18T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T21:39:44.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, after college ends…most of my friends in KL were getting jobs in an attitude like (get ‘em while still hot). And I was like….I think I’m going to chill for a while before I jump into another busy schedule.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, my plan was to chill in my hometown until 2010 and then start the hunt around January. I got my hunting spot set on a tiny weeny island called Singapore. Hopefully by next year I will be nailing some great job in a great environment there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Wish me luck,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Jensen &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-8840380090263905304?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/8840380090263905304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=8840380090263905304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/8840380090263905304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/8840380090263905304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2009/12/now-what.html' title='Now What?'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-3657868567827922715</id><published>2009-12-18T21:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T21:35:25.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filling The Void So Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So…by just looking at the date of my last post, it can be seen that I’ve been very very very lazy and busy for a long time. Let’s see… Since the last post, I have gone through some terrified sleepless nights wondering whether I will be able to finish my Final Year Project (Yeah, FYP, that 3 little words that will stop my heart for 1 millisecond every time someone mention that word). In the end, I did finish it in timely manner ( 1 day before the submission date,Woohoo!). And then, I also have gone through the final presentation in which I was trapped in a little room with my supervisor and advisor. I have to answer their question, it’s like dodging bullets. But, they act very professional by saying that they are not there to fail me but to make sure that I am able to pass. And that’s pretty much the last of my college life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;After all my academic matters have been attended, I started to ship my stuff (not to mention like half of it was my bro’s stuff). And then, I purchase my one way flight ticket to a place I called home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Peace out,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Jensen&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-3657868567827922715?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/3657868567827922715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=3657868567827922715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/3657868567827922715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/3657868567827922715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2009/12/filling-void-so-far.html' title='Filling The Void So Far'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-8238643966463518447</id><published>2009-05-18T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:48:24.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bitch Identity</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;If you guys been wondering who is this bitch that I always mention when I talk or in my facebook(well,to be fair…I’ve mentioned to many bitches before. This ones special.She the ultimate bitch). In this post I’ll reveal her identity with pictures so that if you ever saw her…you all can help me slap her face and kick her ass for my sake.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;This bitch is actually my Mother’s big sister’s(my aunt) daughter (which technically makes us cousins). Her name is Diana “something something” Kosidin (her fucking name is too hard to memorize, not important anyway).She is a total failure…never before in my life I’ve seen a person so useless. She has two failed marriage, two daughters from the first marriage (Well I would said that 1 elephant and 1 daughter. Geez you should have look at her size…Bombastic!). And why I hate her so much while I should have pity her? well it’s because she a total bitch!!She start a fight with my mom!(well, that’s enough reason to hate her,isn’t it?).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Not only she pick a fight with my mom, she also try to frame my mom by accusing her of stealing money from her father’s company (luckily, her father knew that his daughter is one psycho bitch so it all turns out well).Oh yeah, one more thing. She’s jobless even though her parents send her out to Singapore to attend college. Now,she’s just living off her parents’ money and she’s almost in her 40’s. A total loser,isn’t she?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well, from the latest news that I heard, she tried to hit her own sister.Way to go,BITCH!! I hope you die slowly and painfully…lots of pain mainly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh,here’s the picture…I must thank my brother for his SLR camera and my lovely nephew that take the camera around and take some random shoot during the Chinese New Year.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/ShA-JrJQUYI/AAAAAAAAALQ/myC22Df5o3U/s1600-h/DSC_0428%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_0428" border="0" alt="DSC_0428" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/ShA-LQ-EU6I/AAAAAAAAALY/SBVg08z_65k/DSC_0428_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="323" height="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Bitch is the one in blue.Look how hideous she is.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/ShA-NC2soHI/AAAAAAAAALc/7JN8PuV5prM/s1600-h/DSC_0429%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC_0429" border="0" alt="DSC_0429" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/ShA-OE3bILI/AAAAAAAAALo/HqGrRtsoDj4/DSC_0429_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Another shoot of the bitch!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Kill the Bitch!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Jensen&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;P.S. About the slap in the face part,I really mean it…It will be much appreciated! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-8238643966463518447?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/8238643966463518447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=8238643966463518447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/8238643966463518447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/8238643966463518447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2009/05/bitch-identity.html' title='The Bitch Identity'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/ShA-LQ-EU6I/AAAAAAAAALY/SBVg08z_65k/s72-c/DSC_0428_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-4655373646318399663</id><published>2009-05-08T13:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:23:54.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHoopS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just found out that everything that I posted in this blog will eventually be posted in my facebook profile. Gotta be careful on what I'm going to post next. My nephews and nieces could see that their uncle is one heck of a big curser.I don't worry so much that my cousins would find out since they would understand that everyone needs to let their steam off sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jensen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-4655373646318399663?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/4655373646318399663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=4655373646318399663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/4655373646318399663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/4655373646318399663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2009/05/whoops.html' title='WHoopS!'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-2943644300027036846</id><published>2009-04-17T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:28:02.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Warming!!</title><content type='html'>Help!! This heat....I might die because of it!! Dammit! My room don't have any air conditioner...I can't escape this heat.... I need to study....&lt;br /&gt;Damn you global warming!!! If I die because of you....I swear this foot will stick up to someone's ass!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heated out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-2943644300027036846?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/2943644300027036846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=2943644300027036846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/2943644300027036846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/2943644300027036846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2009/04/global-warming.html' title='Global Warming!!'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-5144903211547758547</id><published>2009-04-13T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:18:15.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another “dog” cousin with the same personality</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yosh! guys…remember Linda? our friend from college who has gone to Singapore to get a job after graduation. Apparently her story did not end with the sentence “she got a job and live happily ever after”. So, reality bites.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;And also, remember the guy from Medan? our fuckin’ dickward senior who we might be familiar with the nickname “Mr. Inu” who linda stuck with while in Singapore. Well, this asshole’s cousin apparently is an asshole. Guess what they say is pretty true “Apples don’t fall far from the trees”. Yeah well, dogs will also have dog cousin. Let’s call this Mr. Inu’s cousin er…Mr. No Ball ( No LP)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, the story goes like this:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mr. No Ball come to visit Mr. Inu tonight, and I don’t know why Linda still stuck in that dog house while the last time I ask, she already moved in with a stewardess. So, Mr. No Ball apparently has a microphone stuck in his throat and talks pretty loud and big (yeah, he’s afraid that the whole world don’t know that he exist because he’s so damn short). He asked Mr. Inu whether he already got a job or not. Fortunately, the god still exist, Mr. Inu still jobless ( Like I told you,Pet wonderland would love to have a show dog who could talk! get a job there!). And then, Mr. No Ball started to ask about Linda while she was just outside ironing her clothes. He ask Mr. Inu, “ What about her?” while pointing out at Linda (dude, where is your manner? I bet your ass that you fail your moral lesson so bad that the teacher has to find another definition for the word “Immoral”). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;“She got a job already in ****, and her S pass also has been issued”, replied Mr. Inu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;And then Mr. No Ball murmured something that is not a human language but sounds underestimating Linda. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;And then he added,” what’s her job?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mr. Inu paused for a while, and then said “ admin”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;And then the dog talk begins…Mr. No Ball bark something about,” what? admin? nowadays still have people want to hire admin?”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Clearly this guys have been living in a bubble. One big “Pedigree” bubble. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I really pity Linda for have to stuck with these dogs. But then, Linda adores dog. I think she would have to endure a bit.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Cheer up,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Jensen&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;P.S. Been a while…insulting never been this good and natural.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-5144903211547758547?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/5144903211547758547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=5144903211547758547' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/5144903211547758547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/5144903211547758547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-dog-cousin-with-same.html' title='Another “dog” cousin with the same personality'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-4401414272134951514</id><published>2009-04-08T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:55:23.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!FUCKITY FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!!!FUCK 'EM ALL!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pardon me...been under a lot of pressure lately....*sigh* that's better now...should get back to what I need to do now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jensen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-4401414272134951514?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/4401414272134951514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=4401414272134951514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/4401414272134951514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/4401414272134951514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2009/04/fuck.html' title='FUCK!!'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-2478216588718070944</id><published>2009-02-14T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T00:01:38.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Korean Chick from Korean Food Stall in Midvalley – The Gardens</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, the story goes like this… Me and Danny were went to Midvalley because I had to pick up the jeans that I had left in the Clothes alteration place and Danny just simply bored at home. My jeans would only be available to pick up after 6 pm and we got there around 5 pm. Then, we decided to kill some time by browsing around some clothes retailer stores ( ZARA up to 80% discount, mostly girl’s stuff not so much for guy’s) which I was able to bought 1 polo shirt from TOPMAN since I have the birthday treat of 20% discount. And then, After shopping, we went to the clothes alteration place to pick up my jeans. It was very well done, something to be expected from a professional work. After that, we decided to had our dinner early since the toads in our stomach already start up a choir within. And so, we were curious about the around the LG floor that connects Midvalley Megamall with The Gardens. We stroll to the very last stall and there it was, a small stall in front of COLD STORAGE by the name Ko Hyang. It wasn’t the cute chick that we decided to eat there in the first place as I only notice the chick after I sat there and start ordering my food. It was the picture of the food and the dining set that made us decided to have our dinner there. From where I sat, I can only get a little bit info about her which are based from my speculation. She is a native Korean, fair-skinned, could be the owner of that food stall, and most possibly married with 2 children. Oh yeah, she’s in charge of the cashier, so if you ever had your meal there, you would not miss her because she will be there if you want to pay up. Oohhh…I just love the way she said thanks and smile at me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Shoot me,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Jensen&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-2478216588718070944?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/2478216588718070944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=2478216588718070944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/2478216588718070944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/2478216588718070944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2009/02/cute-korean-chick-from-korean-food.html' title='Cute Korean Chick from Korean Food Stall in Midvalley – The Gardens'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-920361819590713517</id><published>2009-02-10T02:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T02:17:57.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ok,this Monday,9th February 2009 is Dyana’s birthday. Actually me and Danny were planning to go to IKEA to buy some stuff, but suddenly we got a msn nudge from Angel and Dyana. They ask us whether we want to go to Karaoke. We accepted the offer. And then, off to Midvalley we go. Unexpectedly, Red Box karaoke were kind of crowded. When we ask whether they still have any room available, they were full till six o’clock . So, we called off the karaoke plan and head to some Japanese restaurant nearby. During lunch, we were kind of disappointed that we were not able to karaoke to our heart content. It was then, we decided to take a chance and took the 6 o’clock room. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;After lunch, we went back to the Red Box karaoke. Fortunately, they had 1 room available on that moment since there’s a cancelation on the reservations. Luckily, the receptionist were kind enough to introduce us to a promotion package ( RM 56 Nett for 2 persons) which includes food and drinks (buffet only till 5 o’clock) and also we got a couple mug (yeah, I share the mug with Danny, not that i meant anything going on between us). And so, we sing to our heart content.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;On our way back, we waited for a while since there’s a lot of taxi there refused to use meter. Luckily, there’s one taxi that didn’t fuss for long and immediately agreed on using the meter. It all went well until I saw that the front seat is not unoccupied. It was occupied by a child (I assume that she is the driver’s daughter, and yeah she is). The only way that I can fit into the taxi is that his daughter has to sit on my lap, and that’s what I do. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The taxi driver’s daughter is not a shy one. As soon as I let her sit on my lap, she kind of try talking to me. Since it was some child speech, I was having a pretty hard time in understanding what’s she’s trying to say to me. From the conversation with the driver, I get the information that his wife ( or ex since he said that he’s no longer attached to the child’s mother, could be that the child’s mother passes away) is Indonesian, his daughter is six years old (but she speaks like a 2 years old) and I don’t think that his daughter goes to school.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Since I was pretty good in handling his daughter while he drives the car, the taxi driver said that I had the “father” talent( yeah right, a jerk like me? it’s impossible). Dyana and the others were shocked that I was very friendly with the child ( or at least the act like they were shocked).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I really admired the father spirit of the taxi driver, kind of reminds me of “The baby and me”. And this is where Mr. Rajan would say, “ WHAT A GREAT FATHER”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Peace out,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Jensen&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-920361819590713517?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/920361819590713517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=920361819590713517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/920361819590713517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/920361819590713517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2009/02/weird-monday.html' title='Weird Monday'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-8291148222015361167</id><published>2008-12-09T19:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:19:25.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The stupid MASS experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, It's been a while since the last time I've updated my blog. As for the response to the last post; We've made up and in good term now. So, I want to share my flight experience to medan by Malaysia Airlines (MASS). I was happy that I would be in the KLIA airport to wait for the flight but those happy time was crushed right when I board the plane. The interior of the plane was like those plane in the 90's ( got bad feeling already). And then, as I choose my seat, I anxiously wait to find out who will be sitting next to my seat. It was a middle-aged woman who has a whole load or stuff that even the compartment above the seat can't hold her stuff. Luckily, the middle seat is unoccupied so I ask her to put all her belonging there (ukh! I have to gave up that free seat for her stuff while I plan to put my beloved crumpler on that seat). And then, the plane flew.... I was curious about the food that they will serve. Again, those happy curiosity were crush when the stewardess gave away a packet of peanut (are you fucking kidding me?yeah, it's just peanut).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Believe me, that wasn't the worst part. As the plane flew like around 20 minutes or so. I heard someone's mobile ring. I try to find out whose is it. To my greatest surprise, It was from the old lady who has a load of stuff that was sitting beside me. And when I asked her to put her phone off, she simply didn't know how to do that ( what an idiot!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, the moral of the story is  " If you don't know how to use a mobile phone, don't buy one! or you'll end up like a total bloody good-for-nothing dumbass "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peace out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jensen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-8291148222015361167?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/8291148222015361167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=8291148222015361167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/8291148222015361167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/8291148222015361167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2008/12/recap-for-lost-time.html' title='The stupid MASS experience'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-2649069609546283033</id><published>2008-09-18T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T00:34:44.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The problem between me and wiri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, I won't lie here. After the initial fight, we have "talk" things through... I blame him. It is because of his super sensitive feeling of  the harsh words that I used when I talk to him. Well, that's my style of talking, I am the sarcastic bastard that got ways with harsh words. Geez... he lived with me through the entire year... and he don't know that? Great!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we've talked things through...I still feel like there's some tension between us(honestly, the first few days, I don't feel anything but since he confessed that he knows the "art of making fake faces",I'm kinda worried). Now, the problem is... I'll just write it in a simple scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets say that we're all in a kindergarten, everyone has a share of candy that they brought. While I share my candy with everyone else, he(wiri) get my share of candy and he pretend that he do not have any candy. And in my back, he was sharing his candy with everyone else and keep it a secret. Now that I know that he got candy and don't want to neither share nor let me know, I also don't want to share my candy to him any longer. Now, here's the cliche, its just like he tells the teacher that I don't want to share him any candy of mine....At first, I am the victim...now suddenly, He is the victim?. what a way of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissed out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-2649069609546283033?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/2649069609546283033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=2649069609546283033' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/2649069609546283033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/2649069609546283033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2008/09/problem-between-me-and-wiri.html' title='The problem between me and wiri'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-5299856926459785832</id><published>2008-08-24T00:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T01:10:13.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened in my life recently</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, It's been quite some time since the last time I've updated my blog. Well, honestly... there isn't much happened in my life that has something significant to tell. And also, my assignments has started to rip my soul out of me, slowly but sure. And, in the middle of the life drainage situation....I joined a competition in my dear campus called "mathexplorace". Actually, it was chia wei's idea to join in this competition. At first... I thought " in the middle of the assignments deadlines, and join in a competition? It's a death wish!", but then he said that there's no pressure on this competition because he join in just for fun. And... that's how I ended in his team in this competition along with KC and Dyana. Surprisingly, during the briefing of the competition I found out that we were the first team to register (what? really?). The idea of this competition is that we have to run from 1 place called station to another station and solve some brain twisting math question as fast as possible. Believe me when I said it was one hell of a run because I really can't run. Luckily , there's KC and Chia Wei to the rescue, as they were running like people being chased by dinosaur, me and dyana just walk and jogging around. Most of the math questions were solved by Chia Wei (WOOT!) and the last question which determine our winning was solved by KC (YAAY!!). As for me...I think I just join in for the ride. But, whatever, we won the first prize anyway. It was the first 1st prize winning in my life so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SLBDyY6hpOI/AAAAAAAAAG8/FJVH0p7nf8o/s1600-h/DSC00835+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SLBDyY6hpOI/AAAAAAAAAG8/FJVH0p7nf8o/s320/DSC00835+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237760899592332514" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The medal and certificate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SLBDy3JrhXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/D7Menc5LhiQ/s1600-h/DSC00834+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SLBDy3JrhXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/D7Menc5LhiQ/s320/DSC00834+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237760907708958066" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SLBDy3JrhXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/D7Menc5LhiQ/s1600-h/DSC00834+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The whole winning team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SLBDzH4QkJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/g4la5xXLYwY/s1600-h/DSC00829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SLBDzH4QkJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/g4la5xXLYwY/s320/DSC00829.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237760912199291026" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SLBDzH4QkJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/g4la5xXLYwY/s1600-h/DSC00829.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After receiving the prize and medal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Peace out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jensen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-5299856926459785832?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/5299856926459785832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=5299856926459785832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/5299856926459785832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/5299856926459785832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-happened-in-my-life-recently.html' title='What happened in my life recently'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SLBDyY6hpOI/AAAAAAAAAG8/FJVH0p7nf8o/s72-c/DSC00835+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-322251957601019632</id><published>2008-07-21T21:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:30:16.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The saturday I had and Danny's B'day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last saturday 19th of July 2008 was Danny's  20th birthday ( welcome to the 20's gang!! ). He anticipated his birthday party in Wong Kok pavilion ( it was a nice place ) and the guest list ... kinda more than 10 peoples ( the gang themselves are already more than 10 peoples) so even after my birthday party which was on february , he already started to look for a place for his birthday party and Wong Kok turns out to be great. On that day, we were having plans that we're going to watch "Batman : the dark knight". So, as usual, Mahe make the reservation and as expected, the place were almost fully booked. Thank god there's still some place left. Since the usual gang that are into watching movies in pavilion are Me,Danny,Mahe and Nella, 4 seats are reserved. On the same day, I have other appointment with my brother's junior. He called me the day before for giving me the book that my brother asked him to bought. So, I made an appointment with him in Times square because he sounds like not familiar with the Bukit Bintang surroundings. Actually the appointment was that he'll be in times square not later than 4 pm. But, shit happens.... when I called him around 4 pm he was just finished meeting somewhere, so he just start moving from subang ( I panicked when he told me that). I waited and waited and waited ... and I called him again around 4.30... he told me that he's already reached KL sentral( kinda wish that I made that appointment on another day ). When he reached times square, it was almost 5 pm and it appears that he hardly hang out in Times square often because he seems to lost me when i told him that i was waiting in starbucks inside of BORDERS. So, instead, I look for him. After that, I rush to pavilion to catch my movie. When I reached the theater, the movie already started. since it was a long movie, I still can enjoy it. After the movie, we went for some sightseeing before we went to dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After meeting up with everyone, we went to our dinner, with our special guest : Kok Soon!!!. Here's the picture:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SISWpYE2jXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/sHyhAVyoozo/s1600-h/DSC00689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SISWpYE2jXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/sHyhAVyoozo/s320/DSC00689.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225467105238224242" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;danny with our special guest ( kok soon )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SISWprCk8HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/xbDLUubDbyA/s1600-h/DSC00690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SISWprCk8HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/xbDLUubDbyA/s320/DSC00690.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225467110328954994" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SISWprCk8HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/xbDLUubDbyA/s1600-h/DSC00690.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The gang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SISWqN6qeLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/119yAG0gNqk/s1600-h/DSC00745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SISWqN6qeLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/119yAG0gNqk/s320/DSC00745.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225467119691004082" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SISWqN6qeLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/119yAG0gNqk/s1600-h/DSC00745.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Danny cutting the cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SISWqtPdEeI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DkdKav_P9Fs/s1600-h/DSC00727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SISWqtPdEeI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DkdKav_P9Fs/s320/DSC00727.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225467128099705314" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SISWqtPdEeI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DkdKav_P9Fs/s1600-h/DSC00727.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our special guest with his happy face ( I think it's because of my smile detection camera profile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SISWrDBY5uI/AAAAAAAAAG0/kQyzHjBKJ3E/s1600-h/DSC00755.JPG" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SISWrDBY5uI/AAAAAAAAAG0/kQyzHjBKJ3E/s320/DSC00755.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225467133946291938" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The whole crew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Peace out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jensen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-322251957601019632?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/322251957601019632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=322251957601019632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/322251957601019632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/322251957601019632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2008/07/saturday-i-had.html' title='The saturday I had and Danny&apos;s B&apos;day'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SISWpYE2jXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/sHyhAVyoozo/s72-c/DSC00689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-4089238607250552302</id><published>2008-07-15T01:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T01:33:25.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey to the Center of the Earth and the "silent mode" BITCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday as planned, I went to watch "Journey to the Center of the Earth" 3D version with Danny. Everything was went smoothly, but something weird happened. When we were on our way out from the toilet, a handicapped guy on a wheelchair ask for our help to push him to the toilet. So, I decided to help him and this is when the weird stuff start. After I push him to the entrance of gents toilet, I offer him whether he would like to use the handicapped toilet instead. He refused. here's the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: "do you want to use this toilet instead?"(pointing at the handicapped toilet).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Handicapped guy: "No".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me:"OK".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Handicapped guy:"What is your name?"(speaking in mandarin).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me and Danny: "Huh?"(we didn't quite catch what he was saying).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Handicapped guy:"What is your name?"(speaking in cantonese).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me and Danny:"Huh?"(we didn't understand what he was saying).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Handicapped guy: (offering a handshake gesture).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: (shake hand with the handicapped guy and being pulled by him).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Handicapped guy:"What is your name?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me:"Oh... Jensen"(now understand what he was saying).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Handicapped guy: (offering a handshake gesture to Danny).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Danny:(a little shocked of being pulled after shaking hand)"Danny".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After that, we went happily on a quest of shopping. After doing some shopping, we went to the cinema. This is my first time watching 3D movies, so I'm a bit more excited than usual. When the trailer start, me and Danny as usual starting to say some comment. And then, at last the movie started. And just when I want to say how amazed I am about the 3D stuff to Danny, The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;BITCH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:medium;"&gt;sitting on my left side said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;"Excuse me, can you stop talking please"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:medium;"&gt;. And I was like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;"What the fuck is wrong with this BITCH"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(off course I didn't said it out loud, I only said it inside me). For god sake! I didn't even using my normal amount of sound, I was practically whispering!!!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SHuNcuIlSJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ghfnvTNsrPI/s1600-h/Bitch.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SHuNcuIlSJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ghfnvTNsrPI/s320/Bitch.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222923717426104466" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The "silent mode" BITCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"BITCH! could you do me a favor and go burn yourself?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pissed off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jensen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-4089238607250552302?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/4089238607250552302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=4089238607250552302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/4089238607250552302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/4089238607250552302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2008/07/journey-to-center-of-earth-and-silent.html' title='Journey to the Center of the Earth and the &quot;silent mode&quot; BITCH'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SHuNcuIlSJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ghfnvTNsrPI/s72-c/Bitch.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-2992225888846907503</id><published>2008-07-06T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T23:03:15.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand new crazy day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday was one hell of a day for me. So much has change in my life in one day and so much has change in my bank account as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. I got a new haircut plus dyed it brown (RM 155, katching!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.I got myself a new sony T2 camera plus the case (RM 1048, katching!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3.I got myself a new jacket from Pull and Bear (RM 79.90, katching!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;total RM 1282.9 (katching!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;man...I feel like a bimbo now... but in my defense, a new haircut is something that I really need but since I'm on it, why not try something new such as color it up (well, I've never tried that before in my entire life and now that I have control over my own life... why not?). As for the camera, I've been talking about it ever since last year, It's just something that I've been saving up for. And lastly for the new jacket, well... who can resist a nice new blue jacket with such price from pull and bear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the end, although all the stuff above are kinda pricey, the feel of being brand new.... priceless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;broke out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jensen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-2992225888846907503?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/2992225888846907503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=2992225888846907503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/2992225888846907503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/2992225888846907503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2008/07/brand-new-crazy-day.html' title='Brand new crazy day!'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-5209759939596964410</id><published>2008-06-18T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T20:35:11.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freako Wacko</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last Thursday was one of my friend, Nella's B'day. To my surprise, I found this message on one of my friend's msn list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SFj-kpQgLwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0EJa02S1sG0/s1600-h/siao+lang.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SFj-kpQgLwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0EJa02S1sG0/s320/siao+lang.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213196474185166594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Click the image to get what i mean by freako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is not a surprise anymore that APIIT is filled with every kind of geek since it is an IT college. So, in order to be successful in this field, be a geek is a must. But, this freak is really something. I've been observing this freak for quite some time now. He's a loner ( always be alone in class, I'll be surprise if he got any close friend). He hardly smile ( si pe bo senang wannabe?). Give up easily ( yup, i'm talking about the "notorious" MALG test). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In response to what he wrote in his personal message in msn. I'm gonna have to ask him to GET REAL!!!. This is not America where one could carry a gun as one please let alone a bomb. If my friend don't want to be friend with you, face it! there's gotta be something wrong about you! So, stop stalking her in any way or perhaps you would want to end up like the "big jerk" guy from my previous blog. GET A LIFE please...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;peace out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jensen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-5209759939596964410?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/5209759939596964410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=5209759939596964410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/5209759939596964410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/5209759939596964410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2008/06/freako-wacko.html' title='Freako Wacko'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SFj-kpQgLwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0EJa02S1sG0/s72-c/siao+lang.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-1618118998356597770</id><published>2008-06-11T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T17:46:54.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday...not a great day after all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some people might love wednesday because of the ticket price for movie is cheaper than any other day. Some people might love it because it's not monday ( I know a lot of people hate monday). But for this semester, I have come to realized that APIIT is trying to make me hate wednesday. It is because of the problem in their schedule organizing. Although today I only have 3  classes, they force me to stay in their "hive" from morning (8.30 am) until evening (6.00 pm) by using some force so powerful called "timetable" . The moment I checked my timetable for this semester, I know something's not right. O dear god, please help me gone through all these suffering as trapped between classes or after classes stuff. And right now when I write this blog, I am trapped in "THE HIVE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bored out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jensen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS: it is not pleasant carrying laptop to campus eventhough it is my only source to entertainment other than my PSP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-1618118998356597770?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/1618118998356597770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=1618118998356597770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/1618118998356597770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/1618118998356597770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2008/06/wednesdaynot-great-day-after-all.html' title='Wednesday...not a great day after all'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-2552709201163724811</id><published>2008-06-04T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:31:07.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Gossip Girl version from me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spotted under the "holy tree",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;little T seem to be smoking his thought out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seems that little T just can't get used to the idea of hiding his secret from his mommy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and also it seems that little T have problems with P,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;looks like little T learn a hard way in growing up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and looks like someone gonna have to lose his sweet little boy and get used to his brand new naughty boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gossip Boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-2552709201163724811?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/2552709201163724811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=2552709201163724811' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/2552709201163724811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/2552709201163724811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-gossip-girl-version-from-me.html' title='A little Gossip Girl version from me'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-9058591166118849323</id><published>2008-06-01T22:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T00:32:57.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redang getaway trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally... the day has come and gone. The trip to redang beach that we've been planning all along since semester 2 has finally came true.So, here's the detail about my experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We bought a bus ticket from Kuala Lumpur to Kuala Trengganu  which departs at midnight. Sadly, the bus delayed for an hour. During the trip, I can't sleep at all and don't know the exact reason of it. Could be because either I'm too excited or the seat is not comfy at all. And so, we all set forth on the journey to Kuala Trengganu. During the stop around 3 AM in the morning for some snack..I took the opportunity to take a picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SEK17S2bRwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ViLl9qXBXmI/s1600-h/DSC00067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SEK17S2bRwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ViLl9qXBXmI/s320/DSC00067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206924149470742274" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The first picture taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After that, the bus continue to move its way to Kuala Trengganu. On the bus station, we got picked up by a bus from the hotel which will take us to the jetty dock. Before we reach the jetty, we stop in some place for breakfast. It was "nasi lemak" but it's taste kinda different, it taste sweet. Then, after we reached the jetty dock we have to wait for a while until our ship come. During that time, Danny and I have to look for some place to change our shoes to sandal and our long pants into shorts. We did found a place to change but god knows what kind of smell that place produce. After changing our shoes and pants, we look around to look for some souvenirs ... in the end, we only bought some containers to put some beach sands in it. And then we set forth to redang by our "lovely" ship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SEK8AC2bRxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/L4AevWMmqgE/s1600-h/DSC00070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SEK8AC2bRxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/L4AevWMmqgE/s320/DSC00070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206930828144887570" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Danny and Andrew ( we shot each other)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SEK8Ay2bRyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/v9qk7_u5OE4/s1600-h/DSC00072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SEK8Ay2bRyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/v9qk7_u5OE4/s320/DSC00072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206930841029789474" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the color of the water in the jetty dock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SEK8BC2bRzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/lRUIrbUYZ2I/s1600-h/DSC00074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SEK8BC2bRzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/lRUIrbUYZ2I/s320/DSC00074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206930845324756786" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the color of the water between the jetty dock and redang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SEK8BS2bR0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/_d0Rh47Z0jo/s1600-h/DSC00075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SEK8BS2bR0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/_d0Rh47Z0jo/s320/DSC00075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206930849619724098" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dyana, Nella and ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SEK-oC2bR2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/uHYlORp8_Ao/s1600-h/DSC00085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SEK-oC2bR2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/uHYlORp8_Ao/s320/DSC00085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206933714362910562" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr.Choi (Wiri) and ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SEK-oi2bR3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/X2p1VaWVTUs/s1600-h/DSC00086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SEK-oi2bR3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/X2p1VaWVTUs/s320/DSC00086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206933722952845170" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frans, Nella and Dyana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SEK-oy2bR4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/sXadtBRI8bM/s1600-h/DSC00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SEK-oy2bR4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/sXadtBRI8bM/s320/DSC00101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206933727247812482" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is how our shore look like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We arrived at redang around 12 or something. check in our room and have our lunch in the hotel. After that, I put on sun block around my body to avoid sun burn and hit the beach just before snorkeling time. During my attempt to swim on the shore, Novemson claimed that he saw a baby shark which I couldn't see because I didn't bring my swimming google . After "swimming" for a while, I go back to my room to grab some cash to rent the snorkeling tools (life jacket and the googles) and go for snorkeling shortly after. It was such a fantastic experience to see something underwater by my own eyes although I've seen a lot of stuff much better than this on TV.  After snorkeling for god know how long, we head back to hotel. Here's our first mistake, we head back to our room instead of sitting in the restaurant for our tea time food. By the time we finished showering, there's nothing left for our "tea time" (so much for our tea time). And so, we spend the rest of our day with taking pictures like crazy around the beach and writing names on the sands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SELC_S2bR5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/x-O0DZMZP4Y/s1600-h/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SELC_S2bR5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/x-O0DZMZP4Y/s320/DSC00102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206938511841380242" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is our tea time snack which we bring by our own (not the one provided by hotel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SELDAS2bR6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/MxJcJb01q1w/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SELDAS2bR6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/MxJcJb01q1w/s320/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206938529021249442" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little crabbie hole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; font-size:x-large;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;we did plan to wake up early to watch the sunrise .... but failed since everyone was too tired from all the sleepless journey and also we were late for the breakfast since everyone is just as overslept as the other. So, without taking shower I took out my cup noodle and eat it in the restaurant with the complimentary orange juice. And then shortly after breakfast I head back to my room to apply some sun block and change for snorkeling. Today, we got 2 snorkeling trip but I only planned to join 1 trip and spend the rest of the day exploring the island  with taking one hell lot of pictures. The first snorkeling trip is to watch some coral or something. But, since it was kinda shallow, a lot of people got injured by accidentally kicked the coral which is kinda sharp ended. After returning from the first snorkeling trip, I told the others that I won't join them for the second trip which is to marine park. At first, I thought that I will be alone in this. Unexpectedly, Frans who got his feet injured from the first snorkeling trip also didn't want to join the second trip. Dyana also don't feel like going to the sea anytime soon because she felt some mild sea sickness and with Dyana not going, so does Nella. So, I got 3 accompanies ... my exploration trip is not so lonely afterall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SELKYS2bR7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/HEn38SmnJrc/s1600-h/DSC00122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SELKYS2bR7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/HEn38SmnJrc/s320/DSC00122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206946637919504306" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dyana the strange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SELKYy2bR8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Qle93lebeWg/s1600-h/DSC00124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SELKYy2bR8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Qle93lebeWg/s320/DSC00124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206946646509438914" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My whole exploration team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SELKZS2bR9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/VDNiGbziefY/s1600-h/DSC00130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SELKZS2bR9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/VDNiGbziefY/s320/DSC00130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206946655099373522" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SELKZS2bR9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/VDNiGbziefY/s1600-h/DSC00130.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on the dock from other hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SELKZy2bR-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/tYdehG7Xa9w/s1600-h/DSC00138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SELKZy2bR-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/tYdehG7Xa9w/s320/DSC00138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206946663689308130" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SELKZy2bR-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/tYdehG7Xa9w/s1600-h/DSC00138.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A view to kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SELKaC2bR_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/0-27oPQby6Q/s1600-h/DSC00140.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SELKaC2bR_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/0-27oPQby6Q/s1600-h/DSC00140.JPG" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SELKaC2bR_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/0-27oPQby6Q/s320/DSC00140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206946667984275442" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking for some sign of treasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later that night, we went to "more more tea" to look for some souvenirs and actually seen the place. After we reach "more more tea" we did took some picture, But it was in Danny's camera so I couldn't upload it here. After taking some picture around "more more tea" we decided to sit for a while and gazed at the sky filled with star which we can hardly see in KL. After that, we head back to our "sanctuary" a.k.a hotel room to get some rest for we have to check out at 8.30 the next day and catch our boat back to Kuala Trengganu at 9 am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Today, we did planned to wake up early to watch sunrise and so we did wake up early even before the sun has rise. But, I back out just before I could see the sun for some sleep. I knew that if I didn't get my sleep, I would feel nausea and it will not be good because we still have to sail to the Kuala Trengganu jetty dock. After we arrived at Kuala Trengganu's bus station, something shocking hit my brain. NO MORE BUS TICKET LEFT TO KUALA LUMPUR!!!!. Oh My God, this must be a joke. But, it wasn't a joke and we almost have to stay overnight in Kuala Trengganu. But, luckily we take a detour to Kuantan which took like 4 hours. It was a horrible trip to Kuantan because along to trip there's a little girl stand on the back on my seat and she kept bugging me unconsciously. Luckily, as we arrived at Kuantan at 7 pm we got a ticket to KL at 8pm which is like immedeately. The bus is kinda comfy but the driver's not so comfy because the driver drive like an old granny who like to speed up and break like hell. The bus' name is Plusliner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So,overall... redang was great but the passage to that awesome place is terrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Peace out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jensen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-9058591166118849323?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/9058591166118849323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=9058591166118849323' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/9058591166118849323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/9058591166118849323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2008/06/redang-getaway-trip.html' title='Redang getaway trip'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SEK17S2bRwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ViLl9qXBXmI/s72-c/DSC00067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-4032017945166750902</id><published>2008-05-18T01:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:34:09.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive And Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Forgive and Forget"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It seems to me that this term is going to be pretty popular among my house mate's gang soon due to the incident that cause them not feeling good for some couple days. It appears that, the BIG JERK has his own way to escape from all the responsibilities that he supposed to carry. And in the end, they can only curse their fate for not being sly enough to counter the BIG JERK plan. What a great loss in the history of humanity and justice. Since this is the case of total loss, I think that they would neither forgive nor forget about this incident except William, he's the naive one. If I were to choose, I would say, "never forgive and never forget" this way, people will think twice before messing around with us.I might sound a bit cruel in the relationship issue here but believe me, I do give second chance to some people,selected ones . Well, I don't have anything to write for now because my head is full of those math stuff for the exam on the incoming tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Peace out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;JENSEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS:Dyana always said "women's grudge is the scariest, but jensen's grudge is more scarier than women's". Yeah well, that's kinda true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-4032017945166750902?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/4032017945166750902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=4032017945166750902' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/4032017945166750902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/4032017945166750902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2008/05/forgive-and-forget.html' title='Forgive And Forget'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-5698809728591969999</id><published>2008-05-15T18:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T18:43:15.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Jerk identity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hereby announce the identity (picture) of the Big Jerk I'm talking about in my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SCwTpeQzkUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/mpH5_hIvSaU/s320/WANTED_GOOF+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Peace out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jensen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS:this just what you're gonna get if you mess with people who know photoshop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-5698809728591969999?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/5698809728591969999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=5698809728591969999' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/5698809728591969999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/5698809728591969999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2008/05/big-jerk-identity.html' title='Big Jerk identity'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SCwTpeQzkUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/mpH5_hIvSaU/s72-c/WANTED_GOOF+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-7182519362734159629</id><published>2008-05-12T00:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:32:37.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story about a BIG JERK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I still remember the day when I wore a T shirt with a "BIG JERK" printed on it to my english tuition. That time was one of the best days in my life since I have so much fun in the tuition place. My native tutor ( Ms. Dona A.K.A Lady as that's what we called her now) would take a picture of us (me and the classmates) using her camera phone and I would give her a big smile in the picture. After taking the picture, she told me that I looked like a "happy japanese with Big Jerk T shirt". Then, I replied her "Being a jerk is better than being a loser". And then she told me "yeah, that's true but no one wants to play with a jerk, scary thought,huh?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By that time, I still don't really know what she meant until recently because in my DEAR CAMPUS I can met any kinds of jerks from around the world. This is about a guy from my house mate's class his name is Nick (not nick davis), a student from China who don't really getting along with other students from China. At first I thought that he's exclusive about who he want to be friends. But then,the recent incident proves that he's one heck of selfish jerk who is so ignorant about people around him. The story started when my housemate go on a trip to Ipoh and Penang by car. The irritating stuff that he does during the trip:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not trying to help the people around.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Always want to sit in front while never want to help looking for the correct road sign.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On every stop, he would said " I don't want to go in there" while the rest of the participant agreed to visit that place.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Refuse to sit in the backseat although had been politely asked to do so.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Always start a fight with the other people ( who has done a good job in staying calm and patient about his attitude).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Break the glass of the car which by the way is rented.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lie about not breaking the glass by giving such illogical excuses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not feeling responsible about his attitude and behaviour towards everything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Still persistent about his lies although all the evidence has proven that the culprit behind the "glass breaking" incident is pointing at him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being selfish all the time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In addition, I don't think he got any close friends at all. Well, he's as rich as hell but most people around also rich.So, people don't give a fuck about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Yet the biggest jerk in the world would fall-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;~the fact of the century~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Peace out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jensen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-7182519362734159629?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/7182519362734159629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=7182519362734159629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/7182519362734159629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/7182519362734159629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2008/05/story-about-big-jerk.html' title='Story about a BIG JERK'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-6652951467264061367</id><published>2008-05-05T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T23:58:43.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying taxi driver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="direction: ltr;text-align: justify; "&gt;I wonder why lately I always getting into some crappy people. For instance, today I take a cab to my crappy campus. I wonder what's getting into this crappy taxi driver, as I hop in he started to talk to me using cantonese. Since I don't want to give the driver an impression that I am an arrogant bastard, I replied him in mandarin " I can't understand cantonese". And then he started to speak in mandarin "Oo..if can't speak cantonese, use mandarin lo" (duh,that's what I've told u). And then he says " If u meet malay use english lo" then I replied " sometimes when I started to use english, they didn't understand it" ( which is true because in some store, I've faced this kind of difficulties and I end up talking half-malay to them since indonesian and malay are pretty similar). This part is getting more interesting because he actually replied something so stupid " why did you need to think about other people? think about yourself only" ( i was like what the fuck.. dude, it's called selfish). Then later on, he just kept on quacking and quacking about the need to ONLY think about ourself, no need to consider other person. Oh before I forgot, he also question me about my education ( isn't he just another stupid person that still think that he's the smartest person in the world?). I'd say if his life is a boat that sails on the sea, he got one big hole in the ship and he still think that the big hole is part of the boat. Dude, you're going to need much more than a luck to succeed in future if you kept on thinking this way. Just look upon yourself, I'd say you would have a better job than just being a taxi driver if you changed your way of thinking.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;-the smallest person in the world who think that he rules the world-&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;~the biggest laugh of the century&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jensen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-6652951467264061367?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/6652951467264061367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=6652951467264061367' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/6652951467264061367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/6652951467264061367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2008/05/annoying-taxi-driver.html' title='Annoying taxi driver'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-4676998781841579157</id><published>2008-05-03T00:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T00:39:28.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super pissed off [ Siii Pe TU LAN] to my fuckin' retarded crappy irrelevant campus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yep, as you can see, I'm super furious. Today I received a call from my mom, she said that she had received another "warning" letter and she's not ok with it because apparently my crappy campus threaten my mom that they will expel me for not coming to their retarded lab session. With that stupid better-off-torn,burn-and-never-to-be-seen-again letter, I have to go through "the talk" with my mom about my school which I had never been experienced so far for my entire life for usually my mom would be like "you do what you must do". But now, I think my mom started to doubt me. I think I'm going to ask Mr.A whether I'll get expelled if I skip like 9 classes. Fuckin' APIIT, If u trying to ruin my day by doing that, you win! because by answering that call from my mom totally ruin my day. Usually when my mom call it'll be great,but not this time. Think I better channel my hatred by studying harder and prove that APIIT's material is child's play and come to every stupid classes that they gave and insult them more often for even if I insult them for my entire life, I think it will still not enough to made up for this stupid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pissed out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jensen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS: SII PE TU LAN!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-4676998781841579157?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/4676998781841579157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=4676998781841579157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/4676998781841579157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/4676998781841579157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2008/05/super-pissed-off-siii-pe-tu-lan-to-my.html' title='Super pissed off [ Siii Pe TU LAN] to my fuckin&apos; retarded crappy irrelevant campus'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-7678975051481681466</id><published>2008-04-28T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T22:03:54.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another victim has fallen on APIIT's "border"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These past few months, I'm getting the feeling that we're back to high school time where we're not able to wear anything that we pleased and do as we please while other college student from some top college in Malaysia should have been able to do stuff such as wearing sneaker to campus or just Tshirt and jeans to campus. On my last post I have wrote about my problem with the guard because of wearing canvas shoes to campus. And... today shortly after I submitted my assignment, Dyana drag me just to told me that the old grumpy guard stop her just to tell her that she's not allowed to wear shorts to campus (sucks isn't it? to be told what not to wear). Now, I kinda feel like this campus is losing it's quality and desperately grab around what's there to be grab, in this case is their "unique feature" which prohibit student to wear casual. Well, by doing so will not change the fact that their management is so stupid and suck. Oh yeah, today me and KC went to check the new campus in Bandar Bukit Jalil and believe me when I said it sucks because rapid KL didn't pass there plus the place is even worst than The One university. The decoration is just not so convincing for a university college. To be honest , it really looks like some tutor place only it is more fancy with a receptionist on the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Peace out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jensen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS:too bad I didn't take some picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-7678975051481681466?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/7678975051481681466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=7678975051481681466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/7678975051481681466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/7678975051481681466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-victim-has-fallen-on-apiits.html' title='Another victim has fallen on APIIT&apos;s &quot;border&quot;'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-2073639941408667679</id><published>2008-04-25T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T22:54:11.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My rebellious phase</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lately , I realized that I was kinda rebellious. For an instance, ever since the robber incident I've been wearing my Levy's canvas shoe to campus and I have no problem with the authority until today when I arrive at my DEAR CAMPUS and the old-grumpy guardman stop me. This time it definitely not about the stupid ID stuff , it's about my shoe. He said I can't come to campus with that shoe. Since I was in a hurry that time, I made up an excuse that my smart shoe is spoiled and I have to wear a canvas shoe. Deep deep inside me, I was like "fuck it! who the hell are you to tell me what to do, even my mom can't tell me what to wear and what not to wear" (duh... It appears that I've been rebellious for the rest of my life). And I don't even plan to change to smart shoe because canvas is more comfortable and I can run better with that on. So, here's my plan, the next time he stopped me for the shoe issue I'm gonna make like several options:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;reply " you think formal shoe come in cheap price? If you want to see me wear that formal shoe so bad, give me the damn money so that I can buy the damn shoe and I only want to buy brands like Hush puppies, Lacoste , or Clarks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;reply " even high school student wear these kind of shoe so in other words its a standard shoe to wear and is considered formal"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;wear a headset and just pass by like nothing is wrong and as soon as I passed the "border" I'll run for it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Be like some iranian or kazakhstan arrogant bastard that I saw and treat the guard with no respect at all and no dignity.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It appears like option 4 will not work for me as for my entire life, I have always tried to show respect to the elder ( Linda please don't even doubt me, that's my life principle and I treat it as my privilege  to the elders and if that elder done something  bad to me, I might as well revoked that privilege) and I know that he's got the worst job for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pissed out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jensen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: please when you put comment, tell me which one is the best option for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-2073639941408667679?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/2073639941408667679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=2073639941408667679' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/2073639941408667679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/2073639941408667679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-rebellious-phase.html' title='My rebellious phase'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-4145368838973020625</id><published>2008-04-23T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T23:48:31.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally found a light!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This week is just soo crazy. First, I got WMM assignment still on progress (by progress I mean hasn't started yet) and MALG test is on friday. Now, I'm so freak out and kinda confused where to focus ( in the other word, I'm in BLUR state). The submission date is just around the corner (on monday and tuesday) and I still don't know what to do. At first , I thought I was gonna sacrifice one of them ( WMM or MALG... hm... tough choice). Then , tonight I just found a way to do a "make-believe-have-database-in-my-application" for my WMM assignment since Mr. Naresh says it doesn't necessary have to contain real database in it. Now, I can start focusing in my MALG test. Here's my acknowledgement part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;First of all, I would like to thank god for giving me this light of hope in this dark hour. Secondly, I would like to thank Mr.Naresh for easing it out for not pushing us to put real database in our assignment. Thirdly, I would like to thank Randy , Lam Jen Sen (not me, the other me ... my name is JENSEN and in chinese it's Huang Chuin Sen , although I'm not sure whether it is the right way to write that) for all those info that make me found the light.Fourthly, I would also like to thank all my friends for the support.And lastly and the least to thank is Mr. Omar for not giving anything but sleepy eyes in the morning for having us come to his class early in the morning for nothing (wait a minute, he don't even deserve anything since he just didn't contribute anything in the progress other than misery).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fly out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jensen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-4145368838973020625?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/4145368838973020625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=4145368838973020625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/4145368838973020625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/4145368838973020625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2008/04/finally-found-light.html' title='Finally found a light!'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-5660176504036504928</id><published>2008-04-23T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T23:31:45.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday William!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last monday was William's birthday, our fellow enthusiastic programmer (WOOO~!!!). His invitation is kinda unique because he text everyone that he's going to invite and ask for a reply. Originally , he intended to have his birthday party dinner in Endah Parade's KFC. But, since there's some technical problem in KFC's system, they didn't have enough chicken (pok Poook pokk) supply for us. So , we change our location to the 2nd floor's chinese restaurant (I've been there for quite some time and still don't know the name of this restaurant). There we have our fun. Ou yeah...the best part is, since William really into the programming stuff, his birthday cake message also written in programming way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BEGIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If (date == 21 April)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Printout ("Happy Birthday William")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;END&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hilarious, isn't it? here's the photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SA9TbSkVEnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BHqGIOuaJVg/s1600-h/DSC00527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SA9TbSkVEnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BHqGIOuaJVg/s320/DSC00527.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192460623687258738" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did you see the code on the cake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SA9TbykVEoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/aZ2INtDMBJg/s1600-h/DSC00528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SA9TbykVEoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/aZ2INtDMBJg/s320/DSC00528.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192460632277193346" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SA9TbykVEoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/aZ2INtDMBJg/s1600-h/DSC00528.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yep, this is the undeniably tasty TIRAMISU from secret recipe *slurp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SA9TcikVEpI/AAAAAAAAADE/teObs-ePLc0/s1600-h/DSC00529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SA9TcikVEpI/AAAAAAAAADE/teObs-ePLc0/s320/DSC00529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192460645162095250" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SA9TcikVEpI/AAAAAAAAADE/teObs-ePLc0/s1600-h/DSC00529.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And...the birthday wish ... probably "I wish I would never encounter error when i compile my code"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SA9TdSkVEqI/AAAAAAAAADM/KhG0VYIG9-s/s1600-h/DSC00530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SA9TdSkVEqI/AAAAAAAAADM/KhG0VYIG9-s/s320/DSC00530.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192460658046997154" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SA9TdSkVEqI/AAAAAAAAADM/KhG0VYIG9-s/s1600-h/DSC00530.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yaay! he's start cutting the cake ... Ooo can't wait to eat *slurp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SA9TdikVErI/AAAAAAAAADU/-B6-dr4_GSM/s1600-h/DSC00532.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SA9TdikVErI/AAAAAAAAADU/-B6-dr4_GSM/s1600-h/DSC00532.JPG" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SA9TdikVErI/AAAAAAAAADU/-B6-dr4_GSM/s320/DSC00532.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192460662341964466" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the first cake goes to ... one of  Wiri's wives ( the first wife)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SA9V1SkVEsI/AAAAAAAAADc/jlfS1SwY9a8/s1600-h/DSC00542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SA9V1SkVEsI/AAAAAAAAADc/jlfS1SwY9a8/s320/DSC00542.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192463269387113154" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Here I am trying to do "Toshio from Ju On" on Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SA9V2SkVEtI/AAAAAAAAADk/yZhXR6DOqps/s1600-h/DSC00546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SA9V2SkVEtI/AAAAAAAAADk/yZhXR6DOqps/s320/DSC00546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192463286566982354" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the cast and crew (just kidding, participant) of the party excluding Supi since he left early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Peace out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jensen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-5660176504036504928?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/5660176504036504928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=5660176504036504928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/5660176504036504928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/5660176504036504928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-william.html' title='Happy Birthday William!!'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SA9TbSkVEnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BHqGIOuaJVg/s72-c/DSC00527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-2033963422854589836</id><published>2008-04-22T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T01:27:10.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frans almost got Robbed and I almost lost sight of Roach?</title><content type='html'>Today I received a shocking news from my housemate, Frans. He told me to be careful around my apartment area because this morning he almost got robbed by a bald chinese guy. Just imagine, inside the apartment area. Frans told me that the robber followed him till inside the gate and just try to rob him when there's no one around. Unfortunately for the robber, he got the wrong guy to rob because Frans know martial arts. So, Frans give that F*ckin' lowlife-better-off-dead robber a good smack on his stomach, it's a shame though that Frans missed the punch on that lowlife's face. I bet that punch ought teach him a good lesson. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So later on the night, I encounter a little brown creepy creature in my room. I bet you can guess what it is. It's a cockroach!. Yep, a suicidal one in particular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SAzNPtMBseI/AAAAAAAAACU/pFyBgVYJ62A/s1600-h/DSC00057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SAzNPtMBseI/AAAAAAAAACU/pFyBgVYJ62A/s320/DSC00057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191750140163109346" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The roach on it's way to attempting a suicide after I told it that I killed its child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SAzNQNMBsfI/AAAAAAAAACc/wq2tmVYlmt4/s1600-h/DSC00061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SAzNQNMBsfI/AAAAAAAAACc/wq2tmVYlmt4/s320/DSC00061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191750148753043954" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SAzNQNMBsfI/AAAAAAAAACc/wq2tmVYlmt4/s1600-h/DSC00061.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yep, It has reach the top of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SAzNQdMBsgI/AAAAAAAAACk/eried0XcYEA/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SAzNQdMBsgI/AAAAAAAAACk/eried0XcYEA/s320/DSC00062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191750153048011266" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SAzNQdMBsgI/AAAAAAAAACk/eried0XcYEA/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And...wheee...landed on the floor,dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SAzNQ9MBshI/AAAAAAAAACs/-UtShcGVaN4/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SAzNQ9MBshI/AAAAAAAAACs/-UtShcGVaN4/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SAzNQ9MBshI/AAAAAAAAACs/-UtShcGVaN4/s320/DSC00063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191750161637945874" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The remains of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Grossed out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jensen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS:Since I didn't have the robbing incident picture, you all have to satisfied with the roach incident picture. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-2033963422854589836?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/2033963422854589836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=2033963422854589836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/2033963422854589836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/2033963422854589836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2008/04/frans-almost-got-robbed-and-i-almost.html' title='Frans almost got Robbed and I almost lost sight of Roach?'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SAzNPtMBseI/AAAAAAAAACU/pFyBgVYJ62A/s72-c/DSC00057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-6338424054166110891</id><published>2008-04-20T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T16:14:52.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My trip to KLPac</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been wanting to write this on my blog but since I haven't received the photos from that day from Danny so I have to wait a little bit. And here the story goes, two weeks ago on the 12 of April I went to KLPac to watch a physical performance by the title of "Three". The whole going to a performance thing is KC's idea because he saw something interesting on the magazine or newspaper and I just following out of curiosity since I've never watched a stage performance before in my life. At first, the only people going to KLPac are Me,KC,CW,Dyana , and Danny. Then, later on Angel and Linda decided to tag along. The perfomance was kinda abstract since they didn't even use one single word. The whole performance was carried out with some kind of body language so it is kinda understandable if we didn't catch some of the message. During the show, there's a live band that support the whole performance in the corner of the stage. The whole theatre was covered in black paint and black cloth everything is black so when the lights goes off all that you can see is nothing. I salute all the cast because they carried all they role so well that even the kissing part is real and I think the main character also really crying for real. The band supports the performance really well that every piece that they play really fit into the scene (Angel cried at the "mother" scene, I found out later when KC told me). And I'm kinda wondering since the band just only occupy a tiny weeny bit of the stage, everytime the music change I place my attention to the band and was amazed by the guy that plays the piano. Later on after the show we talked about everything and it appears that I wasn't the only one that noticed the piano player. The music was so darn good that makes me wonder if I would ever listen to it again in the rest of my life. So, after a little persuasion from Angel and a little situation observation , I decided to approach the piano player and asked about music piece that they played. By the time I approach that guy who is surprisingly friendly,I don't even know his name and he told me that he's planning to record the whole soundtrack and he even gave me his email to add him in his facebook profile. Later on, I found out that he's the composer of the whole performance piece (WHOAH!), his name is Nick Davis.After the show we decided to a little look around KLPac since it's our first time visiting that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SApIpNMBsbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oBU810W6KCg/s1600-h/DSC00497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SApIpNMBsbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oBU810W6KCg/s320/DSC00497.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191041393249857970" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from left:Dyana, CW , Linda , Angel and me near the Koi pond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SApIpdMBscI/AAAAAAAAACE/XrFua4xEpeQ/s1600-h/DSC00498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SApIpdMBscI/AAAAAAAAACE/XrFua4xEpeQ/s320/DSC00498.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191041397544825282" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SApIpdMBscI/AAAAAAAAACE/XrFua4xEpeQ/s1600-h/DSC00498.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And here's the picture of the day, two guys (KC and Danny) sharing a transparent umbrella under the rain near a Koi pond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SApIp9MBsdI/AAAAAAAAACM/jKa31uUWz9I/s1600-h/DSC00500.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SApIp9MBsdI/AAAAAAAAACM/jKa31uUWz9I/s1600-h/DSC00500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SApIp9MBsdI/AAAAAAAAACM/jKa31uUWz9I/s320/DSC00500.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191041406134759890" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somewhere around the Koi Pond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Peace out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jensen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-6338424054166110891?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/6338424054166110891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=6338424054166110891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/6338424054166110891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/6338424054166110891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-trip-to-klpac.html' title='My trip to KLPac'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SApIpNMBsbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oBU810W6KCg/s72-c/DSC00497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-1264299281819565481</id><published>2008-04-20T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T03:03:36.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B'day Devy</title><content type='html'>Ok,Today I also went to Dyana's to do my assignment , much has been completed today as we realized yesterday's mistake so we kinda cut off the bad mouthing thing. Coincidentally, today is Devy's Birthday (steward's girlfriend) so as the tradition for everyone in the gang...we would buy them the birthday cake. So, in the end we have a little party there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SAo81dMBsVI/AAAAAAAAABM/xrLoe4Erd4A/s320/DSC00506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Devy and the Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SAo9dtMBsWI/AAAAAAAAABU/oGVew-Nd_So/s320/DSC00507.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yaay!the couple is ready to cut the cake... time to dig it out *slurp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SAo-69MBsYI/AAAAAAAAABk/-7F5iRkGgdY/s1600-h/DSC00511.JPG" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SAo-69MBsYI/AAAAAAAAABk/-7F5iRkGgdY/s320/DSC00511.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191030703076258178" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;The Big Family (off course not everybody in the picture)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SApAKNMBsZI/AAAAAAAAABs/TTz6CIKafIg/s1600-h/DSC00513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SApAKNMBsZI/AAAAAAAAABs/TTz6CIKafIg/s320/DSC00513.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191032064580891026" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now I'm getting excited for some cake lickin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SApAxtMBsaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/t5RLl325DxY/s1600-h/DSC00522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SApAxtMBsaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/t5RLl325DxY/s320/DSC00522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191032743185723810" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buh...no more cake for me...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Peace out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jensen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS: for those who's not in the party...don't be sad since it's kinda out of space there. So, maybe next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-1264299281819565481?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/1264299281819565481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=1264299281819565481' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/1264299281819565481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/1264299281819565481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-bday-devy.html' title='Happy B&apos;day Devy'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SAo81dMBsVI/AAAAAAAAABM/xrLoe4Erd4A/s72-c/DSC00506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-3313049962238847450</id><published>2008-04-19T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T01:29:55.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all just the same</title><content type='html'>Today I'm planning to do my assignment at Dyana's place. While I was waiting for taxi to go to dyana's, I saw Mr. Inu (anjing pitak) coming out of car. Luckily, the only transparent person I saw only limited to Mr.Inu because the car that Mr. Inu hitch is Shan Shang's car, Linda's friend. She recognize me and ask me to come in to her car and take me to Dyana's place (so nice of her....BIG THANKS to SHAN SHANG).I drop by Danny's place because I kinda suspect that Dyana's still sleeping ( she's a big sleeper). Then, later on me and Danny went to Dyana's place. As I was suspected she did still sleeping and just woke up after I bang her door for a while. And so we start doing our project (from 3PM to 11.30PM). Judging from the time spent, there must be a lot that has been accomplished, but the truth is... we didn't accomplish much since most of the time spent is bad mouthing people (as expected from this group) ... so in the end, we did a little, talk and complain a lot. Now, I'm getting some headache about my other project.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kinda freak out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jensen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-3313049962238847450?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/3313049962238847450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=3313049962238847450' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/3313049962238847450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/3313049962238847450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-all-just-same.html' title='It&apos;s all just the same'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-5524066163556717766</id><published>2008-04-17T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T16:45:42.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My messy life</title><content type='html'>Today I overslept.... and missed my MALG class (NOOO!!!!) by the time I arrived at my DEAR CAMPUS it's already time for my next class. I attend the class just to hear a very shocking news about my assignment (NOOO!!!! again). It appears that my lecturer's demand is kinda high considering the lousy lab session his partner gave me. Bottom line , he wants some database in our project (duh..) which is a bad news considering I flunk on that subject last semester. God, this is so frustrating!!!. Now, I need to prioritize stuff, I'm going to finish my other project first then this super difficult project (GANBATTE!). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freak out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jensen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-5524066163556717766?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/5524066163556717766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=5524066163556717766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/5524066163556717766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/5524066163556717766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-messy-life.html' title='My messy life'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-8381198080846169707</id><published>2008-04-16T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T11:36:11.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Another Day in My Crappy Campus</title><content type='html'>Today I come to my DEAR CAMPUS in a rush for I have to attend the stupid class that I've been skipping a lot and guess what?as I step foot in the front door....It was as if they were trying to catch thief or something by checking student ID (I think they are trying to do some side business,if the student didn't bring the ID they would ask the student to make a new one and it'll cost you RM15...plus the additional RM 5 for the tag). What I do is I showed them my ID and they kept asked me about my tag and ask me to wear it.... ( I suspect is that if I said that I lost my tag, they would ask me to buy a new one) ... they nag me to wear it like a lil' B*tch. The only thing that bother me is that why didn't they start this long before I enroll in this institution. Isn't this kinda too late to start? stupid management.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jensen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Don't arrest me for this is just how I feel deep inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-8381198080846169707?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/8381198080846169707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=8381198080846169707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/8381198080846169707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/8381198080846169707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2008/04/yet-another-day-in-my-crappy-campus.html' title='Yet Another Day in My Crappy Campus'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-4686219781951888251</id><published>2008-04-15T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:59:07.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Crappy campus</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I received a call from my mom. She said my campus send a letter about my attendance problem. I did expected that my DEAR CAMPUS would send a warning letter since I've been skipping some useless class lately. The class that I skipped was the nothing-to-do lab session by Mr.Omar. He's the worst lecturer so far in APIIT and I think I also have the worst luck to meet him again after the introduction in multimedia class. So,here goes ... everytime he came to the class, his phone always rings somewhere between class...sometimes he even bring some girl who obviously not belong to our class into the class and the worst of all...most of the time he enters the class and do nothing to teach us...and he check his automobile forum and rumors(I'm not sure about this because I've been skipping his class) says that he also updating his friendster profile inside the class (so much for work ethic). Now, back to the real problem..this is the class situation that I've been skipping a lot and is it wrong? I don't think so. Yet, my DEAR CAMPUS still sent that ridiculous letter that says if I keep skipping this class, I might have to retake the module and in the end...It always about the money.(APIIT is a filthy money sucking institution after Lim Kok Wing)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jensen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS:please don't sue me for speaking out loud the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-4686219781951888251?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/4686219781951888251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=4686219781951888251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/4686219781951888251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/4686219781951888251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-crappy-campus.html' title='My Crappy campus'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872832620448823080.post-864824864880125545</id><published>2008-04-15T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T13:30:04.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first'/><title type='text'>It'ws just another busy day while i'm just lazy as always</title><content type='html'>Today I set up this blog...I kinda wondering how long this blogging influence will last...as usual i always start something that won't last till a year...duh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872832620448823080-864824864880125545?l=jazzsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/feeds/864824864880125545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8872832620448823080&amp;postID=864824864880125545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/864824864880125545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872832620448823080/posts/default/864824864880125545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzsen.blogspot.com/2008/04/itws-just-another-busy-day-while-im.html' title='It&apos;ws just another busy day while i&apos;m just lazy as always'/><author><name>Jazzsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08307171428528514640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKQ9Z91si4E/SF0I-IYhyoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wYPHi8QD6KQ/S220/OnDaDock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
