<?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-12091432</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:39:07.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Unforgettable Ride</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12091432.post-2730547165426345931</id><published>2009-02-26T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T03:45:59.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage VS Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just found this. Makes you think, don't it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 'LOVE don't cost a thing,' Jennifer Lopez once famously sang - but she neglected to mention that weddings are quite another matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few years, I have marvelled at how my peers managed everything from custom-made animated videos to sunset yacht parties for their unions, while still qualifying only for an HDB flat on a combined income of $8,000 a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own wedding next year will be fuss-free: just the traditional hotel dinner and a simple solemnisation on one day. Even so, it will probably cost my entire year's salary.&lt;br /&gt;That cost is, in fact, delaying some of my friends' walk down that aisle; they say they have not saved enough for their big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a practical consideration given today's inflation. Even a small wedding can be costly, and every time a bride-to-be hears wedding bells, there is also the background ka-ching sound from the bridal industry's cash registers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my extensive - but unscientific - research, the average cost of a weekend hotel banquet will go up 5 per cent to 10 per cent between this year and next, crossing the $1,000 per table mark just in time for my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That does not include wine, now a wedding staple, which will set you back another $1,000 or so. Another $3,000 will go to photographers and videographers to document the special day.&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even at one-stop heartland shops, bridal gown packages now cost upwards of $2,500. I have not even dared to ask about the designer creations I drool over in magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding rings - just those little bands - do not come under $1,200 a pair. My fiance and I have taken to walking into jewellery shops and demanding to see their cheapest choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we didn't get very good service, let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tell myself not to get carried away - who says you have to have it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although 'mandatory' banquets may be blamed on parents, it is the couples themselves who order personalised videos, devise themes and plan three entrances with accompanying dramatic outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem is, most of their friends are also new to the workforce, which means their well-meant dinner hongbao probably cover just the appetisers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couples swallow the exorbitant mark-ups on purchases for their wedding, telling themselves it is a once-in- a-lifetime event worth every cent to celebrate their love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One friend even toyed with the idea of having her bridal photos shot overseas for an extra-special touch. The cost: $15,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is: If you have true love, do you really need the big wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, you could get married for as little as $26 - the fee that the Registry of Marriages charges for a marriage licence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That does not seem enough for young starry-eyed couples just starting their careers, who seem to want the splashiest weddings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know of a couple in their late 30s who did away with the pomp and had a simple church service and dinner, happy enough to have found love when they least expected it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lopez's wedding, to singer Marc Anthony in 2004, was a low-key affair which cost US$50,000 (about S$70,400 in today's rates). The couple, both acquainted with failed marriages, spent a relatively modest amount on their celebrity wedding, compared to say, Liza Minelli, whose 2002 nuptials topped Forbes.com's most expensive wedding list at an estimated US$3.5million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I am lucky enough to have a partner who constantly reminds me that it is the marriage, not just the wedding, which really matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lopez is still married. Minelli is not. With the right person, love won't cost you much at all. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from Straits Times Online - &lt;a href="http://www.straitstimes.com/Breaking%2BNews/Singapore/Story/STIStory_269342.html"&gt;http://www.straitstimes.com/Breaking%2BNews/Singapore/Story/STIStory_269342.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12091432-2730547165426345931?l=jiekai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/2730547165426345931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12091432&amp;postID=2730547165426345931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/2730547165426345931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/2730547165426345931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/2009/02/marriage-vs-wedding.html' title='Marriage VS Wedding'/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12091432.post-8335528587954341663</id><published>2009-02-12T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:20:01.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Things About Me</title><content type='html'>"Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it’s because I want to know more about you, or I had the honour of being tagged by you in another note!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i'm doing this because (A)i'm bored, (B) many people have tagged me, so i guess i owe it to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I am a monster while working. Just ask any of my project groupmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I like jackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) My english is probably better than half the people in RI, while my mandarin is probably worse than half the people in ACS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I am not photogenic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I like cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I like friendly dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I can spend the whole day in a Pet Store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Or the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) If money isn't an issue, my dream job would be either a zoo-keeper or a national park ranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I want an apartment with a view over a water-body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) I believe men are not needy. Needy male-humans are not men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) I believe women are independent. Though they like a man around to call their own. (See Point 12 for definition of man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) I cannot swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) I want a powerboat license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) I have double standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Perfection, for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Happy, for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) I get pissed easily. Mostly at Gerald Teo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) I used to have breakfast almost every Sunday with 2 people. And I know I will again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) I want to see the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) I'm looking for a stabalising influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) I want a new computer/laptop. Cos the one I have sucks right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) I do not like to eat ginger. Or large pieces of garlic. Everything else is pretty much fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) I fear death. But not my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12091432-8335528587954341663?l=jiekai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/8335528587954341663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12091432&amp;postID=8335528587954341663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/8335528587954341663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/8335528587954341663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-things-about-me.html' title='25 Things About Me'/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12091432.post-2769209123656354368</id><published>2009-02-07T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T08:49:28.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>大哥是对的</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Read between the lines.. he/she is just not that into you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;... ...大哥是对的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12091432-2769209123656354368?l=jiekai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/2769209123656354368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12091432&amp;postID=2769209123656354368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/2769209123656354368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/2769209123656354368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='大哥是对的'/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12091432.post-4521539307889204651</id><published>2009-01-18T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T08:54:51.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Contentment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;I got this from a friend who got it from a friend who got it from a friend... sounds like something very emo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;" For most of us, being single will be more of a phase than a final destination. This is the best place to practice the art of contentment. Someday, I'm sure most of us will fall in love and get married. But the thing is, love will always be tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone more handsome, beautiful, more charming, richer, funnier, sweeter would come along. If you have not practiced the art of contentment as a single person, chances are you would be tempted to want that and not cherish your chosen one. Practicing the Art of Contentment as a single person means that you take what life gives you, good or bad, and you're willing to see it through. It means you don't walk away everytime things get tough, because it builds in you patience, perseverance, understanding and a hundred different virtues that people in a hurry will never have to cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being single means you would find how it feels to be alone thus, allowing you to cherish every moment you spend with your chosen one. The art of contentment means you wouldn't mind if life had to make you wait for so long to find the love of your life, because you know that the waiting would only make the finding the love of your life much sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being single is a time of your life when you can get to know yourself better. You can pursue different interest and passions without having to ask another person's approval. It is a phase when you can keep focus on other things, discover your potentials and talents, and see yourself become more of the person you expect to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow yourself to surprise you. Stop wasting precious energy trying to figure out why you're still romantically unattached. It's all in the mind. Take the time to go see your friends, spend time with your family, do charity work and you will realize that you are not, and never for one moment, was alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to get to know yourself first before you try to get to know other people. To be truly loved, means to be known and accepted for who you are. How do you expect other people to know you and to love you, when you don't know who and what you really are? Sometimes the dilemmas we face are not between what is absolutely bad and absolutely good. Sometimes, it's between what is good and best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat this stage of your life as a phase to evaluate who is good for you and who is best for you. Sometimes, you won't hear music, or feel magic to know who's best for you. The heart just knows and it doesn't need any romantically charged scenario to decide on the matter. Trust in your heart, and trust that time will eventually lead you to, not to the perfect partner, but to the most suitable partner for you. Being single is a phase of life that we need to be thankful for, because being single means our hearts have yet to choose the best one for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your time, the world will wait. Being married doesn't guarantee that it will make your life happy. It doesn't guarantee anything at all. Sometimes, it only brings two miserable people together only to make their life even more miserable. Without the right intention, the emotional maturity, financial security and of course, unwavering love, you're better off unattached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living Life. Don't put your life on hold for Mr. and Mrs. Right, but don't let it waste away with Mr. or Mrs. Wrong. Life is about things that you do and happen to you everyday. It's not about the things that could have happened but never did, or things that you think would happen in the future. Live life now. Live it to the fullest and stop beating yourself up, trying to be perfect on a Saturday night date. Allow life to surprise you with it's most wonderful blessings. &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12091432-4521539307889204651?l=jiekai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/4521539307889204651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12091432&amp;postID=4521539307889204651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/4521539307889204651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/4521539307889204651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/2009/01/art-of-contentment.html' title='The Art of Contentment'/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12091432.post-8314316668555106679</id><published>2009-01-16T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T01:55:58.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;I wonder... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12091432-8314316668555106679?l=jiekai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/8314316668555106679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12091432&amp;postID=8314316668555106679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/8314316668555106679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/8314316668555106679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12091432.post-6751450615243017584</id><published>2008-11-21T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:13:13.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the ladies... Something about men.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oprah wrote this about men…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. If he doesn’t want you, nothing can make him stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Stop trying to change yourself for a relationship that’s not meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. Slower is better. Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve then heck no, you can’t “be friends”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. A friend wouldn’t mistreat a friend. Don’t settle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. Don’t stay because you think “it will get better”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11. You’ll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12. The only person you can control in a relationship is you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;13. Avoid men who’ve got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;14. He didn’t marry them when he got them pregnant, why would he treat you any differently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;15. Always have your own set of friends separate from his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;16. Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;17. If something bothers you, speak up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;18. Never let a man know everything. He will use it against you later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;19. You cannot change a man’s behavior. Change comes from within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;20. Don’t EVER make him feel he is more important than you are…even if he has more education or in a better job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;21. Do not make him into a quasi-god. He is a man, nothing more nothing less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;22. Never let a man define who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;23. Never borrow someone else’s man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;24. If he cheated with you, he’ll cheat on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;25. A man will only treat you the way you ALLOW him to treat you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;26. All men are NOT dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;27. You should not be the one doing all the bending…compromise is a two way street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;28. You need time to heal between relationships. There is nothing cute about baggage… Deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;29. You should never look for someone to COMPLETE you… a relationship consists of two WHOLE individuals… look for someone complimentary. ..not supplementary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;30. Dating is fun…even if he doesn’t turn out to be Mr. Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;31. Make him miss you sometimes… when a man always know where you are, and you’re always readily available to him - he takes it for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;32. Never move into his mother’s house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;33. Never co-sign for a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;34. Don’t fully commit to a man who doesn’t give you everything that you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;35. Keep him in your radar but get to know others.Share this with other women and men (just so they know)…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12091432-6751450615243017584?l=jiekai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/6751450615243017584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12091432&amp;postID=6751450615243017584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/6751450615243017584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/6751450615243017584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-ladies-something-about-men.html' title='For the ladies... Something about men.'/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12091432.post-7140491697002854860</id><published>2008-11-17T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T02:37:11.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculous</title><content type='html'>QUOTED FROM yahoo_news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; LONDON (AFP) - - A British woman is to divorce her husband after discovering he was having a virtual affair within the online game "Second Life," British media reported Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane Doe, 28, met her husband John Smith within the game in May 2003, and six months later, she moved into his home in Cornwall, southwest England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple married in July 2005, while their "Second Life" avatars Dave Barmy and Laura Skye -- younger, slimmer versions of their real-life selves -- also held an online ceremony for their virtual friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a rare break from the computer, however, Doe returned to find her 40-year-old husband in an intimate, albeit virtual, position with an online prostitute within "Second Life", which she said was the "ultimate betrayal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was so hurt," she was quoted as saying in The Times, adding that theirs was a "very serious marriage".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just couldn't believe what he'd done. It's cheating as far as I'm concerned, but he didn't see it as a problem and couldn't see why I was so upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He said I was just making a big fuss and tried to make out it was my fault for not giving him enough attention."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Life is an online role-playing game with more than 15 million users, in which players can create virtual avatars and interact with other gamers, or the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game has its own virtual economy, in which online currency can be exchanged for real-world US dollars, and several major businesses have set up "branches" within the game, while others operate entirely within it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Daily Telegraph, Doe claims that Smith is now engaged to the woman he was having an online tryst with, despite never having met her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has, meanwhile, found a new love, through fantasy online role-playing game "World of Warcraft". &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Married over a game, and getting divorced over a game. Life is pretty much a game to those people, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12091432-7140491697002854860?l=jiekai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/7140491697002854860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12091432&amp;postID=7140491697002854860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/7140491697002854860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/7140491697002854860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/2008/11/ridiculous.html' title='Ridiculous'/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12091432.post-146274520085836462</id><published>2008-11-10T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:33:23.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We cannot change the cards we are dealt, only how we play the hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12091432-146274520085836462?l=jiekai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/146274520085836462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12091432&amp;postID=146274520085836462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/146274520085836462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/146274520085836462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-cannot-change-cards-we-are-dealt.html' title=''/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12091432.post-4091064045286665341</id><published>2008-10-28T12:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:11:18.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there really a human spirit?</title><content type='html'>What is happening to us as a species?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you fill a child's body with bullets?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12091432-4091064045286665341?l=jiekai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/4091064045286665341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12091432&amp;postID=4091064045286665341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/4091064045286665341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/4091064045286665341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-there-really-human-spirit.html' title='Is there really a human spirit?'/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12091432.post-8822720961515582779</id><published>2008-10-04T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T10:10:59.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give a shit?</title><content type='html'>if someone gives a fuck, it's good. cos you're still worth it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if they no longer do... then you're pretty much screwed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not everyone who gives you shit is your enemy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go figure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12091432-8822720961515582779?l=jiekai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/8822720961515582779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12091432&amp;postID=8822720961515582779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/8822720961515582779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/8822720961515582779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/2008/10/give-shit.html' title='Give a shit?'/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12091432.post-413894333875698848</id><published>2008-09-12T23:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:24:47.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Style</title><content type='html'>Accurate? Or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Your Working Style&lt;/h3&gt; You are extremely dependable and have a complete, realistic, and practical respect for the facts.  You absorb, remember, and use any number of facts and are careful about your accuracy. When you see  that something needs to be done, you accept the responsibility, often beyond the call of duty. You  like everything clearly stated.&lt;p&gt;  Your private reactions, which seldom show in your face, are often vivid and intense. Even when dealing  with a crisis you look calm and composed. Behind your outer calm you are viewing the situation from  an intensely individual angle. When you are "on duty" and dealing with the world, however, your behavior  is sound and sensible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  You are thorough, painstaking, systematic, hard-working, and careful with particulars and procedures.  Your perseverance tends to stabilize everything with which you are connected. You do not enter into  things impulsively, but once committed, you are very hard to distract or discourage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  You often choose careers where your talents for organization and accuracy are rewarded. Examples are  accounting, civil engineering, law, production, construction, health careers, and office work. You  often move into supervisory and management roles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  If you are in charge of something, your practical judgment and valuing of procedure makes you consistent  and conservative, assembling the necessary facts to support your evaluations and decisions. You look for  Solutions to present problems in your successes of the past. With time you become masters of even the  smallest elements of your work, but don't give yourself any special credit for this knowledge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  You may encounter problems if you expect everyone to be as logical and analytical as you are. You then  run the danger of inappropriately passing judgment on others or overriding less forceful people.  A useful rule is to use your thinking to make your perceptions about inanimate objects or your own  behavior, and to use your perception to understand others. If you use your senses to see what really  matters to others, so that it becomes a fact to be respected, you may go to generous lengths to help.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Another problem may arise if your thinking remains undeveloped. You may retreat, becoming absorbed with  your inner reactions to sense-impressions, with nothing of value being produced. You may also tend to be  somewhat suspicious of imagination and intuition, and not take it seriously enough. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12091432-413894333875698848?l=jiekai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/413894333875698848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12091432&amp;postID=413894333875698848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/413894333875698848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/413894333875698848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/2008/09/work-style.html' title='Work Style'/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12091432.post-7269140258064100858</id><published>2008-09-12T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:26:37.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Test</title><content type='html'>Accurate? Or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12091432-7269140258064100858?l=jiekai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/7269140258064100858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12091432&amp;postID=7269140258064100858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/7269140258064100858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/7269140258064100858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/2008/09/personality-test.html' title='Personality Test'/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12091432.post-8166068929798515997</id><published>2008-09-10T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:57:41.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>We only have 1 life. Its great and terrible and short.&lt;br /&gt;Live it. Because no one gets out of it alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12091432-8166068929798515997?l=jiekai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/8166068929798515997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12091432&amp;postID=8166068929798515997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/8166068929798515997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/8166068929798515997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/2008/09/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12091432.post-3993100670410737049</id><published>2008-09-08T03:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T03:34:27.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too late?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"It's never too late to be who you might have been."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- George Eliot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12091432-3993100670410737049?l=jiekai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/3993100670410737049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12091432&amp;postID=3993100670410737049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/3993100670410737049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/3993100670410737049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/2008/09/too-late.html' title='Too late?'/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12091432.post-8710078602707284325</id><published>2008-09-07T10:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T10:32:37.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second chance?</title><content type='html'>Once in a lifetime, means there's no second chance....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12091432-8710078602707284325?l=jiekai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/8710078602707284325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12091432&amp;postID=8710078602707284325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/8710078602707284325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/8710078602707284325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/2008/09/second-chance.html' title='Second chance?'/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12091432.post-6983997318769537904</id><published>2008-09-07T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T10:33:25.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it matter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;No fear.  No distractions. &lt;br /&gt;The ability to let that which does not matter&lt;br /&gt;truly slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12091432-6983997318769537904?l=jiekai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/6983997318769537904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12091432&amp;postID=6983997318769537904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/6983997318769537904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/6983997318769537904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/2008/09/does-it-matter.html' title='Does it matter?'/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12091432.post-7873111081528730908</id><published>2008-09-07T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T10:33:10.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I want</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you don't know what you want,&lt;br /&gt;you end up with a lot you don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12091432-7873111081528730908?l=jiekai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/7873111081528730908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12091432&amp;postID=7873111081528730908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/7873111081528730908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/7873111081528730908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-i-want.html' title='What I want'/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12091432.post-2936826043043895615</id><published>2008-09-02T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T10:18:30.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain rain go away?</title><content type='html'>Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-as quoted from a friend-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12091432-2936826043043895615?l=jiekai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/2936826043043895615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12091432&amp;postID=2936826043043895615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/2936826043043895615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/2936826043043895615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/2008/09/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain rain go away?'/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12091432.post-3704873407059379092</id><published>2008-08-12T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T11:03:43.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice</title><content type='html'>God is fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though the things he gave each person may not be the things they really want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12091432-3704873407059379092?l=jiekai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/3704873407059379092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12091432&amp;postID=3704873407059379092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/3704873407059379092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/3704873407059379092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/2008/08/choice.html' title='Choice'/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12091432.post-6973088361715813968</id><published>2008-08-12T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T09:30:19.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm?</title><content type='html'>I thought I would want to know, but now, I know I don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12091432-6973088361715813968?l=jiekai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/6973088361715813968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12091432&amp;postID=6973088361715813968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/6973088361715813968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/6973088361715813968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/2008/08/hmm.html' title='Hmm?'/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12091432.post-7687911003172365625</id><published>2008-08-11T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T10:45:51.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Which is better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memory of a moment with someone perfect, or the perfect moment with someone imperfect?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12091432-7687911003172365625?l=jiekai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/7687911003172365625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12091432&amp;postID=7687911003172365625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/7687911003172365625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/7687911003172365625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/2008/08/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12091432.post-3560270955514890579</id><published>2008-08-10T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T08:50:11.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I was always told 'Always think of others'... apparently, I was the only one told this... because nobody else seems to be thinking of me....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                        --Quoted from Teo Jie Kai, 2008--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12091432-3560270955514890579?l=jiekai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/3560270955514890579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12091432&amp;postID=3560270955514890579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/3560270955514890579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/3560270955514890579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-was-always-told-always-think-of.html' title=''/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12091432.post-8397126399445431561</id><published>2008-07-20T23:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:25:07.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was told...</title><content type='html'>I was told something that I feel to be the best thing I've heard in a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never make someone a priority if you're just an option".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so true.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12091432-8397126399445431561?l=jiekai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/8397126399445431561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12091432&amp;postID=8397126399445431561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/8397126399445431561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/8397126399445431561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-was-told.html' title='I was told...'/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12091432.post-111649409393675992</id><published>2005-05-19T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T02:14:53.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WeakneSS...</title><content type='html'>Just came back from badminton @ JE Sports Complex. Walter was asking around for people to go last night, and since I had nothing much on today, why not right? Pk &amp;amp; KC were there too! It's been a long time since I last saw them.. They didn't change much though. =) KC's still that cute comical bugger and PK, well is still the cool, calm, collected figure since school dayZ. ANyway, we had about 180mins of badminton... complete marathon man! My hand-eye co-ordination is still not up to par... still can't believe that I missed sitters! Made a hash out of myself..&lt;br /&gt;After that, was jacuzzi time! At JE swimming pool. Not exactly the in-a-spa-with-steam type but wadeheck rite..? It's still a jacuzzi. I'll wait till my finances are a leetle bit more loose b4 i try the in-a-spa-with-steam type. Unless there are any rich ladies out there who wouldn't mind sponsoring my trip there =p. Saw a couple of babes @ the pool (which pool doesn't have at least one babe???) but didnt go up to them for a chat. Wasn't in the mood.... or shape &lt;sheepish&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, birthday parties are coming up man. Haven't even gotten the gifts yet.. what to do?? I don't even know what those dudes and gals would like.. ideas anyone???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12091432-111649409393675992?l=jiekai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/111649409393675992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12091432&amp;postID=111649409393675992' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/111649409393675992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/111649409393675992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/2005/05/weakness.html' title='WeakneSS...'/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12091432.post-111528085594368872</id><published>2005-05-05T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T01:14:15.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag Board</title><content type='html'>arGH!~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something very frustrating is happening ot TagBoard... when I opt to see "PREVIEW" in blogger.com, hey, the tag is there and all ready for everyone to use. BUT when i publish my blog and view the actual site, the damn thing is MISSING!!!!! hence, there is NO tag board on my site... I'm not even sure what is wrong with either my site or my code. By the way, when viewing tag-board.com, the post that I put up on the tagboard is there!! I've run out of ideas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if there's anyone who knows how to circumvent this problem, plspls let me know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tHAnk yOu!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12091432-111528085594368872?l=jiekai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/111528085594368872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12091432&amp;postID=111528085594368872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/111528085594368872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/111528085594368872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/2005/05/tag-board.html' title='Tag Board'/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12091432.post-111478411155118273</id><published>2005-04-29T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T07:15:11.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a pleasant entry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm not in a very good mood right now... You wanna know why? Well, I'm not going to care if you want to know or not... i'm going to write it. If you don't want to, for whatever reason, then just don't carry on reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm viewed as a problem solver. Damn, I've got enough problems of my own. It's not like I'm totally carefree and easy that I can spend all my efforts solving some other person's shit. Ok, although I'm hounoured and very priviledged to be the one that people go to when they need a listening ear, or a second opinion, or the "problem-solver"; but PLEASE, at least make an attempt to tackle the problems yourself first! Heck, I'll be comforted if a half-hearted, or even quarter-hearted attempt is tried before someone comes running to me crying 'cos some bitch or some jerk failed to return a smile, or that you have ants crawling up your pants. DaMn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) This is just a spill-over of my bad mood. I was in a bus, on the way home from dinner. Guess what, there was these 2 assholes across the aisle. Normally, people across the isle would be termed as "people across the aisle", except that they were playing some jerk-ass tune out of their handphone, treating it as a bloody boom-box. Newsflash f***ers, it was a bus, not a park. Even if it was a park, a bloody boombox is not something you play without a party. It would have been marginally comforting if they were playing a nice tune, hell, even an ok one, but they were playing god-knows-what... it was definitely not something played on radio. Why?.. 'cos it is not up to standard. And they were laughing and cracking jokes... Maybe they were gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Good-enough is not good enough. Maybe this is the source of my piss-off-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm halfway through a can of Carlsberg. "It's probably the best beer in town". To me, it IS the goddamn best beer in town. Fans of Tiger, feel free to rebutt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12091432-111478411155118273?l=jiekai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/111478411155118273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12091432&amp;postID=111478411155118273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/111478411155118273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/111478411155118273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/2005/04/not-pleasant-entry.html' title='Not a pleasant entry...'/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12091432.post-111469147331557224</id><published>2005-04-28T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T05:31:13.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Cute....</title><content type='html'>Has anyone seen the advert by McDonald's on TV? The one about the fillet 0'fish. Haha, i thinks its very cute and warming. It's the one where a lady has just gotten home and is in the kitchen. She unwraps her purchases, which includes a ....&lt;cue&gt;, a Mc Fillet 0'fish!!! and who should smell the whiff of a crisp fish but a cat. haha, and he zips for the house and does a running flying jump through the pet-hole... or so he thought. Smacks his head on the door and falls stunneded. the lady makes a scrunched up face.... wanna know why i said the cat in the advert is a he? 'cos girls aren't that one-tracked in their minds...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12091432-111469147331557224?l=jiekai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/111469147331557224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12091432&amp;postID=111469147331557224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/111469147331557224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/111469147331557224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/2005/04/damn-cute.html' title='Damn Cute....'/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12091432.post-111433531775089976</id><published>2005-04-24T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T02:35:17.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought Drought</title><content type='html'>Apologies my dear loyal readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently undergoing somewhat of a though-drought recently, which explains the lack of entries lately. But as and when I am inspired, there will be another posting. This I promise you. This will be an unforgettable ride.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12091432-111433531775089976?l=jiekai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/111433531775089976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12091432&amp;postID=111433531775089976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/111433531775089976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/111433531775089976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/2005/04/thought-drought.html' title='Thought Drought'/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12091432.post-111382712842118902</id><published>2005-04-18T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T05:25:28.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused....</title><content type='html'>Should I? Or should I not? People have told me to weigh the pros and cons, to do a cost-benefit analysis, but is it as simple as putting all the good on one plate and the bad on the other? This isn't arithmetic... I can't bloody put things in a black and white scale, and do simple addition. Every action has a reaction. Every thing that happens is an effect of an earlier action, and is a cause for a later action. Damn...why must things in the world be so intrinsically interwined? If saying so, won't that make everything and everyone be unprofessional? What is professionalism? Is it being able to block everything else that has no direct impact on the situation out of the equation? One has to keep all other thoughts and distractions out of one's mind, in order to be completely focused on the job at hand. But if every action has a reaction, which becomes the cause of a later effect, then how can one be completely insulated from the world around? If so, can anyone really be professional?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12091432-111382712842118902?l=jiekai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/111382712842118902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12091432&amp;postID=111382712842118902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/111382712842118902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/111382712842118902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/2005/04/confused.html' title='Confused....'/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12091432.post-111358308315905161</id><published>2005-04-16T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T09:38:03.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real illusion</title><content type='html'>What is real? What is illusion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the computer monitor right in front of your eyes this very moment, real, or fake? Are things that can be seen and felt be considered real? Can you touch it? Probably. This makes it real right? But can you see the wiring, and CRTs or LCD circuitry? You know that they are there. That makes them real? But you can't see them... Based on the previous definition, they should not be real. But yet, you knoow they are there. In this case, if things that can't be seen, but someone KNOWS that they are there, can these things be considered real? If so, does it mean that anything anyone believes that is there, or/and should be there, be considered real then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing can be regarded to gods and deities and saints. Are they real? Believers will say, without the shadow of a doubt, YES. But has anyone seen them before? Proabably not. So, how can they be real? "Oh I'll see them when I get to the other side" is a typical answer. Acceptable, but no one here and now, on this plane, can be testament to that, can they? When one crosses over, he is there for good... no way of communicating with this plane of existence. So, for us still on this world, are gods and deities and saints real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what exactly is real? And what is illusion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, something that is real, is something I BELIEVE to be present, or in existence. What I believe, someone else may not. Or everybody else in the world may not. But I do. That makes that thing real, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, what exactly is real? And what is illusion? I'm actually not here. What you see is not here. I am TELLING you, that it is REALLY NOT HERE!!! But you probably wouldn't believe me, right? So is this real? or not... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12091432-111358308315905161?l=jiekai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/111358308315905161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12091432&amp;postID=111358308315905161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/111358308315905161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/111358308315905161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/2005/04/real-illusion.html' title='Real illusion'/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12091432.post-111340491069240058</id><published>2005-04-13T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T08:08:30.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendster Testimonial</title><content type='html'>Heya peeps!&lt;br /&gt;Following is an excerpt from my friendster page, that one of my oldest friends wrote. Personally, I haven't watched the show yet, so I can't say anything about it now. Buut i'm gonna find a nice DVD outlet with a cute girl @s the cashier, and I'm gonna get a copy of it s0o. This I promise you... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" yo! (his favourite opening statement in&lt;br /&gt;msn's...)&lt;br /&gt;aniwae, gerald (aka jiekai) is my lon9g&lt;br /&gt;known fren.. n i mean LONG KNOWN...&lt;br /&gt;got to noe him as early as... 1989?&lt;br /&gt;1990??? more or less there... well, let&lt;br /&gt;mi say something abt this guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Sunrise's a very nice movie, n the&lt;br /&gt;male lead somehow reminded mi of him&lt;br /&gt;at certain parts of the movie... not very&lt;br /&gt;sure y though... perhaps it's the way he&lt;br /&gt;(they?) toks...the way he tries to&lt;br /&gt;persuade or tok to someone...the tone&lt;br /&gt;probably... n method? maybe... haha...&lt;br /&gt;that's abt all for the movie issue...&lt;br /&gt;All in all, gerald's a nice chap to&lt;br /&gt;befriend... and a cool guy to find&lt;br /&gt;company wif :D "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool huh?! maybe I should consider getting a job as a performing artiste. Hmmm.... my face on billboards, appearing as the guest in Trivia shows, quoted in 8Days and iWeekly, commercial and spokesperson dealerships.... wowZ.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY! any commercial casting agents or producers readin' this?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12091432-111340491069240058?l=jiekai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/111340491069240058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12091432&amp;postID=111340491069240058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/111340491069240058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/111340491069240058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/2005/04/friendster-testimonial.html' title='Friendster Testimonial'/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12091432.post-111331509671730490</id><published>2005-04-12T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T07:11:36.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers - The "Forgotten" Breed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;THE FOLLOWING IS AN UNCUT, UNEDITED, UNTALENTED ARTICLE FROM MY SECONDARY 2 DAYS.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mothers - The "Forgotten" Breed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than once have I heard elderly women saying that the younger generation of females have forgotten their roots. They say that these women are becoming too realistic, money-mided and cold. They no longer cared about the feelings of others and just because they want to put their careers first, they pay less attention to their families.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;Elderly women are not the only ones who are against the idea of modern-day women putting their careers at the top of their agenda. Husbands of such “independent” women also feel the same way, or at least most of them do. They often have squabbles with their wives on her place in the family. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The men say that the women should quit their nine-to-five jobs and stay at home to be the loving wife and mother that they should be doing.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Women, on the other hand, complain that the guys are being old-fashioned in their thinking. They believe that the corporate girl of today should be able to stand on their own two feet instead of having to depend on a chauvinistic, domineering male. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;However, I do not think that the modern day woman has forgotten all about being a mother. They too, like their mothers before them, know how to be a good mother to their children.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Just on the bus the other day, I saw a mother with her child. The boy did not look any older than five while the mother did not seem to be much older than thirty years old.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The mother was talking to the boy in the same manner I would suspect his grandmother must have spoken to him. Not only that, she was displaying an assortment of toys to the boy. But he was not interested in any of the toys but seemed very excited seeing the trees, people, cars and other structures whiz by as the bus moved along the road.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;When the bus suddenly stopped at a junction, the boy’s head was banged into the plastic seat in front of them. His mother began soothing his frayed nerves calmly and lovingly. Soon, the boy regained his composure and started pointing and laughing at the scenery again. It was as if he had forgotten about the knock he suffered. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Personally, I think that the women of today has not forgotten about being a mother. It is just that they do not want to show it to others without reason. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;However, when they do have children of their own, some of these “fresh” mothers can be even better at handling babies than their own mothers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12091432-111331509671730490?l=jiekai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/111331509671730490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12091432&amp;postID=111331509671730490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/111331509671730490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/111331509671730490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/2005/04/mothers-forgotten-breed_111331509671730490.html' title='Mothers - The &quot;Forgotten&quot; Breed'/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12091432.post-111331276285574562</id><published>2005-04-12T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T06:32:42.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>Damn friendster... ... something is wrong with it. I used to post photos of outings and special moments there to share with all my friends. But recently, whatever i post can't be viewed. Ah well, may be it's just 'cause friendster is becoming oh so popular, that their server is unable to handle the load. So... it's thanks to everyone clogging up friendster that led to the creation of this bloggie. And, I've gotten a new place to post pictures. The link is somewhere in this page. Do look =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12091432-111331276285574562?l=jiekai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/111331276285574562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12091432&amp;postID=111331276285574562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/111331276285574562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/111331276285574562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/2005/04/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12091432.post-111322328035892428</id><published>2005-04-11T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T05:41:20.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hello everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is as new for me as it is for you... You have never seen a blog of mine before, though maybe it's because I have never posted one online before. Anyway, here's my virgin try. Pls do drop comments and critiques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12091432-111322328035892428?l=jiekai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/feeds/111322328035892428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12091432&amp;postID=111322328035892428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/111322328035892428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12091432/posts/default/111322328035892428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiekai.blogspot.com/2005/04/newbie.html' title='Newbie'/><author><name>jiekai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07016483073897873048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
