<?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-6250661</id><updated>2011-10-12T20:30:18.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</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>823</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-8263251556208539022</id><published>2010-12-26T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T22:59:03.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>=As good as Dead=Lost myself, found it back. Lost your love. can never be recovered. Treated you bad, when I'm afraid. Found back my courage, treat you good. can never heal. no matter how hard you tried. Nothing will be the same.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/8263251556208539022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/8263251556208539022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2010/12/as-good-as-dead-lost-myself-found-it.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-2937713354319659998</id><published>2010-11-13T11:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T11:24:37.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>8.30amToday. I wan to do something right. I wan to let her go in peace. Now, I need her to come over. I reformat my comp and let her go.I don't want to see her suffer further. Any method I will going to make her come to my place asap. Also, I am going to leaveI love her and I should leave her. I was wrong for the last 5months, i should do the last thing right</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2937713354319659998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2937713354319659998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2010/11/8.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-438931606016998792</id><published>2010-11-12T13:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T13:11:18.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate myself.I know I love her.But I keep pushing her, becos I love myself more than anything else. I know she is not going to forgive me ever.I know she is super hurted and really hurts me when i can't be there to take care of her anymore. I am sorry. but I don't know what can I do to make her believe anymore</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/438931606016998792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/438931606016998792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-hate-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-1179411281642269742</id><published>2010-11-03T11:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T11:15:08.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No matter how I tried to get it right,Still wrong. and never seems to recover anything. Why people love to see things on surface.I don't know anymore. Maybe the idea was right. The way how i marketed it was a total failure</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/1179411281642269742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/1179411281642269742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-matter-how-i-tried-to-get-it-right.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-2031176845229689625</id><published>2010-08-28T09:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T09:50:17.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't want to say anything. All I did, sleep and relax. I really don't know what to say. All I can do, leave it to fate. No doubt, it was indeed the happiest time of my life.Just be strong, live day by day as no tomorrow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2031176845229689625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2031176845229689625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2010/08/dont-want-to-say-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-2868054609478657043</id><published>2010-07-16T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T20:51:55.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>= ) my ambition is bigger than this.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2868054609478657043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2868054609478657043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-ambition-is-bigger-than-this.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-8482945855194021178</id><published>2010-07-11T07:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T07:34:48.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/8482945855194021178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/8482945855194021178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-5773303696883569012</id><published>2010-06-28T03:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T07:37:09.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>加油,你行的！</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/5773303696883569012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/5773303696883569012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-4714777415022696473</id><published>2010-06-27T19:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T20:28:28.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>没有阿yin的日子Day15，--------------------------------------我终于明白了在我们的生活里冲满了你的我的。（...okie, 我懂“是我的我的还是我的”。)但是爱情是一种我们的。对，我一直只会用我的嘴巴做自己讲自己爽是，一直是我自私我过分。 我错了。对不起。只要有你的日子我感觉到幸福，我觉得很快乐。我所讲的全都是事实，Rime 和我都很想念你阿yin我懂生命没有Ctrl + Z我不能回到过去，我只能用时间来证明。我的汉语拼音一直都很烂，我希望总有一天你会体会得到我的真诚。</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/4714777415022696473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/4714777415022696473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2010/06/yinday15.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-1463967130243003492</id><published>2009-07-10T00:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T01:17:02.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't really wish to write much. Today is one sad day for most of us to forget. it was an unexpected departure tt shocked everyone.  Farewell &amp; Goodbye! brother JJ.&amp; Hajar! good bye darling= )As we go on we rememberAll the times we had togetherAnd as our lives changeCome whateverWe will still beFriends ForeverIts really sad to see 2 of my best buddies @ work to leave. but tts life.This was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/1463967130243003492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/1463967130243003492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-really-wish-to-write-much.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy99zHB0MLU/SlYlmeWH3YI/AAAAAAAAAuw/mubFc248sPY/s72-c/4616_86165149074_670284074_1856852_2204817_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-4541365405763558235</id><published>2009-06-09T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:08:23.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>go and fuck your own mother and die lah              Chao faggot</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/4541365405763558235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/4541365405763558235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/06/go-and-fuck-your-own-mother-and-die-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-7301619339426306055</id><published>2009-04-27T01:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T01:52:39.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so far away - staindHonest, that's the honest truthThis is my lifeIts not what it was beforeAll these feelings I’ve sharedAnd these are my dreamsThat I’ve never lived beforeSomebody shake meCause I, I must be sleepingAll the struggle we thought was in vainAnd all mistakes one life containsThey all finally start to go awayAnd now that were hereSo far awayAnd I feel like I can face the dayI can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/7301619339426306055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/7301619339426306055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-heart-another-level-honest-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-5518195000983207122</id><published>2009-04-16T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:34:35.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SLuts &amp; Faggots. simply spoiling the way of life</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/5518195000983207122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/5518195000983207122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/04/sluts-faggots.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-787492536983008016</id><published>2009-04-15T23:57:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:44:45.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stay the same - Joey McIntypeNow Playing : Stay the same - Joey McintyreFatimah(Hajar!) always like to sing this during breaks... This song always seems to bring back many fond memories. EVIC'00 campfire!! Secondary School memories!!, it was indeed " one of the kind??" Growing up really seems quite scary to me. Turning 24! in no time. Even though, I always emphasis* that I am ever 16 or was it 17</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/787492536983008016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/787492536983008016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/04/stay-same-joey-mcintype-now-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-3613366190718566913</id><published>2009-04-09T02:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T02:54:45.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just looking forward to 18.04.09Somehow, just like the lyric. simple match the philosophy of life.爱与希望 - 林俊杰simple and great.Crap, gonna tune back my attitude and mindset towards " work " .if not, I gonna be classified into that shit Theory X, of an OB.hanging on tightly to Theory Y... What nonsenseTis is what happens when you memorise too many terminlogy after few stupid exam papers.* you can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/3613366190718566913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/3613366190718566913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-2266842194060378202</id><published>2009-04-03T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:42:29.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Having a fever since morning. Went school for some really last min revision. gave up, never even make a attempt . Feel so damn sicked.  nah. practically went MIA.anyway despite of having fever, still run around. or rather went away from reality.. Whatever.    2 days mc, but gonna just utilise half day. pushing myself to go work and I am getting sicked of it.  no matter wad, I know even I break </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2266842194060378202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2266842194060378202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/04/having-fever-since-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-8718839499062755047</id><published>2009-04-02T01:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T02:18:47.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>不可能就这样轻易放弃不被看好越是要故到未来的一些意义让我勇敢面对这个世界Random Random Random.  It seems like alot of things happened over the past few weeks. plenty of unplesant stuffs happening around which I can hardly recall any of those now.I guess, it is just so damn fun to hang out till late nights. Slacking. fucking around. Back to good old days? Can't wait to get over with the 2 papers I am having for the next 2 days. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/8718839499062755047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/8718839499062755047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-2489235937092678161</id><published>2009-04-01T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:51:45.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just 35marks ! Finger crossed &amp; *Pray*yea, hope I can safety fuck my way thru the accounting repaper. Arh, I am just so fucking slack.    Gonna really wake up my idea.   Dead !  Pre-Examination Sian-ness = |</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2489235937092678161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2489235937092678161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-35marks-finger-crossed-pray-yea.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-4985383193099062570</id><published>2009-03-26T03:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T03:55:55.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Getting more and more lazy to post anything here. Changed quite alot recently, and I am getting sicked of the "Eugene" at work.just not me! I am really looking forward for my Simple Saturaday. LTC/UOC 09   Perhaps, I should really add in the caption when I have the time离人节Yi Ren jie - 蔡依林That silly girl &amp; her smiles*             Exams coming, gonna really mug damn for this 2 modules +  repaper.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/4985383193099062570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/4985383193099062570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-simple-off-day.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-8882941505225625024</id><published>2009-03-23T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:05:01.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everybody Changing - Keane</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/8882941505225625024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/8882941505225625024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/03/everybody-changing-keane.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-1843328182765012669</id><published>2009-03-21T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:37:07.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LTC09.: Great sense of satisfaction, 2 years,  I been thinking that I won't be able to do it anymore..But indeed, THe feeling is great. Well done everyone ! = ) &amp;Happy Birthday Janael</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/1843328182765012669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/1843328182765012669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/03/ltc09.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-7315328081583356218</id><published>2009-03-17T01:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T03:50:05.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Utada Hikaru - First Love Let it be, Yeah. Just like old times..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/7315328081583356218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/7315328081583356218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/03/utada-hikaru-first-love-all-of-memories.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-8520270991267045244</id><published>2009-03-15T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:03:10.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'd Enough</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/8520270991267045244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/8520270991267045244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/03/id-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-5561697367650690675</id><published>2009-03-15T12:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T13:44:56.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>waken up from dreamland, facing the reality. who will actually know the word " appreciation" Don't ever ask me for any more help, No money then go eat shit and die.    Don't owe you fuckers anything in life. I really had enough.         motherfuckers.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/5561697367650690675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/5561697367650690675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/03/waken-up-from-dreamland-facing-reality.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-7029577508106173848</id><published>2009-03-13T01:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T02:12:54.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Breakaway - Kelly ClarksonExpectations, promises, responsiblities              drain-ed.   dead.                                      Looking forward to my simple Saturaday Offday once again.     gonna be another meaningless year I guess, rushing thru everyday with nothing much really make sense to me.         I just feel that I am at the right place at the wrong time as always.                </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/7029577508106173848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/7029577508106173848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/03/breakaway-kelly-clarkson.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-6059412502671154562</id><published>2009-03-09T03:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T04:08:34.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Teck, Thanks for the $100 spent on my toys today = )Guys ! Thanks for all the wonderful memories* written on facebook. I didn't expect some of you really write serious stuffs on it. Amazed !      What Goes Around.../...comes Around - Justin TimberlakeHad a really simple off day at home on sat, We watched like 13 episodes of drama which I bought on VOD, simply addicted to it !Yumiko's role in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/6059412502671154562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/6059412502671154562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/03/guys-thanks-for-all-wonderful-memories.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-3226904953728358125</id><published>2009-03-06T00:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:40:53.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Patience - Take ThatSimply can't be bothered.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/3226904953728358125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/3226904953728358125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/03/isnt-this-what-you-wanted-all-along.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-7967538528315461793</id><published>2009-03-04T01:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T01:33:16.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am not asking for much wad! I am just asking for 1hr of free time which I can jog around. Deep thoughts 8.5hrs more of a fucking workday + 3hrs of fucking night class. I gonna pull through this horrible day.  I'll sow good karma for changing my Offday, topping the Admin swoop shift chart once again to help BABA. I shall get what I want..  = )       Just a simple offday *WITH LIFE !     I really</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/7967538528315461793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/7967538528315461793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-not-asking-for-much-wad-i-am-just.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-9116725208930851950</id><published>2009-03-03T04:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T04:49:26.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EW28 Pioneer ! Really wanted to go for a jog, End up ? Xiao Mei and me like 2 stupid noobs, went to try out the new Jurong Extension Line after work.Having ultra sinful supper @ tt 24hrs kopitiam next to pioneerIts really a shame when I am staying at Jurong close to 4yrs, never been to that kopitiam ! AT ALLGoh Liak Teck always tells me that isn't anything much there. KAO,so many nice foods and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/9116725208930851950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/9116725208930851950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/03/ew28-pioneer-really-wanted-to-go-for.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-7789026231878477377</id><published>2009-03-01T09:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T09:54:55.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Better In TimeBetter in time.mp3 - Thanks Bestie &amp; Xiao Mei ! = D  for the invasion !  Haha, when I reached home ytd and open my blog, seeing the below post, I really had a good laugh when I seen it! Thanks Girls !    Had a really long day ytd.  Saw Andy with his little girl, so cute ! hahaAnyway spent 3 hrs of meeting at starbuck, 4hrs of crapping and talking about past memories at kfc, another </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/7789026231878477377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/7789026231878477377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/03/better-in-time-better-in-time.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-3178106054129478066</id><published>2009-02-28T17:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T17:40:05.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello!bestie and xiaomei here (: stay happy and crappy!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/3178106054129478066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/3178106054129478066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-bestie-and-xiaomei-here-stay.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-473317177998243311</id><published>2009-02-28T09:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T09:42:20.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Better In TimeBetter in time.mp3 - Busy, hectic !         running short of time!  So much plans, so much commitments.         fallen in love with sleeping again.As usual, people gonna be late for today's meeting. taking my time to update b4 choinging down to sengkang.      Dead, never prepare anything for the meeting. gonna bullshit my way thru.. Feeling so damn lost, putting aside everything for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/473317177998243311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/473317177998243311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/02/better-in-time.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-178717238734425471</id><published>2009-02-26T07:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T07:47:12.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hold on.             if feels like letting go.  Making that choice. I should have known that I am prepared for all these sufferings. I'll deal with it.»¶ÀÖ½ñÏü(µçÓ°¡°ÇóÁµÆÚ¡±Ö÷ÌâÇú) - ¹Å¾Þ»ù - »ªÈËÈºÐÇ1Suck it up, go thru the shit. Hoping the efforts might bring us to somewhere we deserve to be.          Pray hard, that our presence have not been overlooked. Pray hard ! Deep downSorry.     I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/178717238734425471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/178717238734425471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/02/hold-on.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-5694649459582276844</id><published>2009-02-25T18:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:18:34.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who would understand?   butI'll deal with it.            be just like old times.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/5694649459582276844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/5694649459582276844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-grown-quite-abit-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-5344548954095895126</id><published>2009-02-24T01:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T02:51:58.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haha, So random! Have a short chat with Joanne on phone just now and it was rather out of nowherehaven't really chat w her on phone, since like 2006? haha, Time passes!!&amp; We age like nobody's business. She was sharing her sense of satisfaction, making impact in her cadet's life for the past 3 years. Making impact in other's life. Somehow, I really miss those time. "THEN".... haha, can't wait for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/5344548954095895126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/5344548954095895126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/02/haha-so-random-have-short-chat-with.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-4446334881464387079</id><published>2009-02-23T00:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:53:33.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"How much you know me? How much you can trust me? I might not be who I really am on surface? I am not that nice and simple as who you think I am."Said this today, I don't even know who I really am.    do you ?Haha being random. Today I only shared some of my thoughts to my bestie.Hope she dun say to the whole world once again.  I trust she won'tMy bestie, I guess it gonna last a lifetime. 5years </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/4446334881464387079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/4446334881464387079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-much-you-know-me-how-much-you-can.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-2217164459716181941</id><published>2009-02-22T01:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T01:42:07.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Perhaps, I am done with complications.simplicity simply lead me on the way of lifeÁ½¸öÊÀ½ç£¨µçÓ°Ê®·Ö°®£©£¨feat£®Terry£© - ÈºÐÇSimple yet meaningful life.Oh anyway, I really starts to love Jurong Point &amp; one of it's HK style desert place which we found today. Just bring back alot of memories of my childhood days. Time with mummy. Have a short conversation with Teck who still at Taiwan. can't wait </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2217164459716181941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2217164459716181941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/02/perhaps-i-am-done.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-1716898049417322568</id><published>2009-02-21T12:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T12:27:01.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For those who know me only at the Eugene eraI don't blame you if you brand me as stupid for some things I did.But for those who know me for years. Have I not done the same for some of you out there? remb? I am just quite disappointed at times, hoping that my friend would understand my true intention. As Eugene, been emotional + no determinationBut as MYC, you guys should know better what sort of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/1716898049417322568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/1716898049417322568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-those-who-know-me-only-at-eugene.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-8711402757873842928</id><published>2009-02-20T06:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:32:23.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is the submission of our project.Look at the time now. typical tradition of our grp : last minute.din expect myself to wake up so early either. Having a bad fever last night. Practically, dozed off while on the phone. Guess, won't even want to go to work later. feeling so damn feverish now.Received a email @ work from Janael Mok ytd. This email made me feels so __________, lost of words?I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/8711402757873842928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/8711402757873842928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-is-submission-of-our-project.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-3465598048625986262</id><published>2009-02-19T02:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T02:45:44.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Random Post, once again !Project-ing. or rather done with drafting out the BS project. I would like to apologise for my "bo-chupness" recently. Perhaps Eric was right, " indeed the entire group feels that I've changed quite alot in the last few months" They actually didn't expect me to be so " irresponsible " quoted from Shelyn. Never expects such a day, when the group condemned me in a way!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/3465598048625986262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/3465598048625986262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-post-once-again-project-ing.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-4071817838102244150</id><published>2009-02-18T10:20:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:30:40.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recent Happenings &amp; Thoughts!Disclaimer: I guess, this might turn out to be a super long entryFirst of all : A Wednesday w/o FD Comm Training seems so Empty !like mentioned in the debrief, I just said 1 word : " Disappointed " But we don't find excuses to cover up on our failures. Matter of fact, we lost and all of us indeed had lost to ourselves rather. Crying &amp; dwell over those emotions is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/4071817838102244150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/4071817838102244150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/02/recent-happenings-thoughts-disclaimer-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-572372228385211317</id><published>2009-02-18T10:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:19:06.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Live For Today Version 9, Launched !  Credit: All to my niece, Linqi! lol = ) as you can see, our blog is rather similar. I am just too lazy to source for new skin &amp; play around with the HTML script !座右= ) - 吴雨霏</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/572372228385211317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/572372228385211317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy99zHB0MLU/SZtuKQlY33I/AAAAAAAAAuY/hejZcJk6St4/s72-c/linqi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-3553299698545176767</id><published>2009-02-07T00:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T01:11:00.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When Admin Team peeps crazy over popcorns 2 years, A lesson of taking every criticism as a learning stage. I am not trying to make anymore excuses. If it was my mistake made, I gonna live and take it wholesale. Taking over my AM Travis's 10over years era of doing 1630 commissionshould be a great honor isn't it?  haha Thanks ah" Vincent ! Nevertheless, I know he is trying to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/3553299698545176767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/3553299698545176767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-admin-team-peeps-crazy-over.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy99zHB0MLU/SYxo1qGug5I/AAAAAAAAAt4/WFaA7dzGEOE/s72-c/Image568.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-7652824078743958127</id><published>2009-02-06T10:04:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T11:11:39.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10:04AMI don't know what more to say. The moment I wakes up, received a sms from Vincent, My team leader, stating that we made big mistakes in our report once again. Worked w him for 10months, I'd never seen him using such words. " can't help but to feel disappointed, feel like crying and I don't know how to trust you all to do work "I understand how he feels, but I really don't know what to say </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/7652824078743958127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/7652824078743958127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/02/1004am-i-dont-know-what-more-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-4429190740480727054</id><published>2009-02-04T05:10:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T06:31:54.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>5:ooam As I am having my off tmr, wanted to go for a night jog. End up got kidnapped to Yishun Party world and got released home at 3.40am. Dead ! Spare me from KTV, 1 week 1 time, I can really die. Don't sing much then dun go K lah ! Everytime end up like opening my very own concert. dead !I really didn't know, there is such a day when everyone around says " I am such a nice guy" What a joke. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/4429190740480727054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/4429190740480727054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/02/5ooam-as-i-am-having-my-off-tmr-wanted.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy99zHB0MLU/SYi-7_PRJgI/AAAAAAAAAtg/9SCaFe3YqPQ/s72-c/Image522.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-9098210296885688138</id><published>2009-02-03T00:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T01:02:55.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unexpected Farewell! To be frank, I did feel dejected just now. but we all see it coming isn't it ?  But part of life.  KCK, I wish you unds what I been trying to enlighten you since day one. Take care my young padawan !  thanks for calling me master and really respected me as one, no matter wad, I really feels great that you always appreciate me and our friendship.I am just sad that, 2day is my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/9098210296885688138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/9098210296885688138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/02/unexpected-farewell-to-be-frank-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy99zHB0MLU/SYci-RI-5EI/AAAAAAAAAtY/rV4ou-QwPYA/s72-c/Image507.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-4809579766454457941</id><published>2009-02-02T00:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:55:02.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God, Thank you for everything!Continue to guide me thru the way in life.  二十世纪少年 - Ping Pung</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/4809579766454457941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/4809579766454457941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-please-guide-me-along-ping-pung.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-6610042042009712361</id><published>2009-01-31T20:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:08:51.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>11:30am : in the Air over my motherland.I really can't hold back my emotions anymore.  No matter how hard I tried to stop.Practically bursts into tears on the plane. Just out of control.These Tears, definitely for a good cause.  I am touched.Looking at my life.I had a wonderful family/relatives and my wonderful wonderful big group of friends : Soul matesNo doubt, went through a lot of ups and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/6610042042009712361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/6610042042009712361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/1130am-in-air-over-my-motherland.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy99zHB0MLU/SYRNH3TRpOI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Xp7BVySwgoo/s72-c/Image486.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-200002355760590690</id><published>2009-01-31T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T01:22:37.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1:00am. Surprised but indeed expected.Uncle stays at far away from mummy's place.He came to join us for a supper out of a sudden. just to send me off.  Bought me a box of choc, cause when I was smaller, I loves choc like crazy. he still remb. I was smiling from the walk back home. Uncle henry finally did what he always does. Talk sense. and Aim at me. I will remember this night, bring his words </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/200002355760590690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/200002355760590690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/100am.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-934967804483728245</id><published>2009-01-30T22:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:29:31.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10pmLast post @ hong kong. First of all, Thank god for giving me a chance to born into such a wonderful family. Having Mummy Michelle as my wonderful mummy. Uncle Henry: even thot, this is the first trip he didn't speak much to me. Either, he feels that I am mature enough or I am too disappointing that he given up on me. I guess becos of recent phone call which I cried to my mom. I did something </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/934967804483728245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/934967804483728245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/10pm-last-post-hong-kong.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-2631783767053657550</id><published>2009-01-29T20:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:05:02.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>9:00pmSis rushing me out to go where play again.I will be adding caption to the pic in the slide when I am free! K ?miss you all, my friends. Goh Liak Teck, thanks to you i have to buy a new lagguage case. you bitch spoilt it during your TW trip then just kept quiet! when you go TW better buy my bbt for me, and I m not gg to buy anything for you in hk ! offset the price for my case!    Really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2631783767053657550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2631783767053657550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/really-dont-know-what-more-i-should-say.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-6842232743791123106</id><published>2009-01-29T10:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:11:27.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finally gets to see An An &amp; Jia Jia.! Idk, Okie nothing much to say.adding more pic after breakfast.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/6842232743791123106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/6842232743791123106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally-gets-to-see-an-jia-jia.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy99zHB0MLU/SYEby7gRjeI/AAAAAAAAAsw/-PrtwIGvrEM/s72-c/Image364.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-1079149588348663832</id><published>2009-01-27T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:11:18.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10:58pm.Family Dinner : Mummy, Uncle Henry, Ben, Sis &amp; Me.Never had such dinner for at least 10years. Ben and Uncle Henry simply great guys that I known of.          Wah I really respect them, Esp Ben... My sister really damn a bitch but he always gives in..     Salute him!The feeling is great even thought I am still v quiet thru out the dinner.Great holding mummy's hand and walk on the street. I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/1079149588348663832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/1079149588348663832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/1058pm.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-5101207692926888721</id><published>2009-01-27T18:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:03:22.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6:14pmFamily reunion Lunch. Auntie Two asked me a simple qns" Mo Yu Cheng, why you seems even more quiet and shy as compared to last trip back"Practically just smile my way thru. I feel so uneasy, almost break down in tears. unexplainable.    My sister know I am behaving quite awkwardly, help me to tell everyone tt I am not feeling well  I don't know, I feels tired.   emotionally tired.  I find </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/5101207692926888721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/5101207692926888721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/614pm-family-reunion-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-7933064704416581432</id><published>2009-01-27T01:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T01:41:55.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nevertheless, I knew it all along.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/7933064704416581432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/7933064704416581432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-done.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-6129371843520016913</id><published>2009-01-26T21:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:33:58.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>9:50pmHaha,The feeling really sarks when you're feeling unwell n down with fever. .Why can't things be simplified after all.In my family gene, they always stand firm to "yes" or "no". Perhaps along the year, I become an exception. Let my emotions decide. My mom is cute, smacked me out of no where and ask me to find a new gf. Damn random, I was so stunted, who was the one asked me dun waste my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/6129371843520016913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/6129371843520016913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/950pm-haha-feeling-really-sarks-when.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-4644810608169764762</id><published>2009-01-25T23:47:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T01:33:12.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>11:45 pm Blogging @ HK! Thanks to my neighbour's wifi. Weather : COLD ! Jetstar is okie, but paying $700 ..erm lost of words.NO entertainment system, no flight meal. Practically staring in blank, forcing me to ponder on alot of stuffs.   actually met a st gab's junior on the plane, didn't managed to recongise him until he tab on my shoulder and called mr mok. lol 7 years never see, world is so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/4644810608169764762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/4644810608169764762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/1145-pm-blogging-hk-thanks-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy99zHB0MLU/SXyKAfESlFI/AAAAAAAAAsI/yI6hHp24Sz4/s72-c/Image182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-2236117833542438865</id><published>2009-01-24T07:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T07:48:01.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6.45AM: kiss goodbye. I did my best. my best which everyone expect me to be. even it was abit late. better than never.Kiss Good Bye - Lee HomPerhaps, I really deserve a rest.  Liak Teck kept asking me 5hours back, many questions of "how" I don't know, no idea. stop questioning me of my future. I don't wish to think about everything anymore.        If I really don't feel like coming back by the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2236117833542438865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2236117833542438865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/6.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-1747485066479598577</id><published>2009-01-23T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T01:24:01.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To be very honest.- I am very tired.- I don't feel the same anymore. - I feel like I become another person, my oldself once again. Haha, I am shocked. by certain honest confession.But I am glad, indeed. there are still people who really knows how to appreciate me!No doubt, no doubt. something I need not to spell it clearly here. The whole world can tell, My feelings still there for her. Therefore</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/1747485066479598577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/1747485066479598577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-be-very-honest.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-6702929659202782291</id><published>2009-01-22T10:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T11:17:26.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After 2 years never step into NCHS RedCross Room.I saw this on their whiteboard yesterday. I remb, I anyhow scribble on the white board 2 years ago. They actually did, rewrite it nicely and preserve it till now.3 words to describe my feelings : LOST OF WORDS . I really didn't know, they really take all my teaching and craps so seriously all these while. ok, $700 for a Jetstar flight to Hongkong. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/6702929659202782291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/6702929659202782291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/after-2-years-never-step-into-nchs.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy99zHB0MLU/SXfdWjYeMtI/AAAAAAAAAr0/ruEfQbeTYJ0/s72-c/Image172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-6186140780553611426</id><published>2009-01-21T03:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T04:28:11.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2:50AM. Done with OT-ing in office ,waiting for JJ to finish his stuff 4 days left. The choice is to be made after much procrastination.          Booking airticket later. Going to spend my first CNY in the last 10 years with my mom and my sister. Seriously I wish to go hongkong with her, thrfore I am quite unwilling to go backDid all these for a simple reason.  to make everyone happy. Esp I wish </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/6186140780553611426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/6186140780553611426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/250am.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-6738823159321717869</id><published>2009-01-20T01:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T02:42:22.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1.40Am, just reached home from work again = )Racing against time. The amount of pressure building around me. -Competition. None of them doubted a single word I said, I had to give everything-Expectations to fulfil at work. -Alot of late night Overtime ahead. -Projects.-Class Test.-Working toward drastic improvement in my results. I am quite surprise that I am coping well with all the above. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/6738823159321717869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/6738823159321717869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/racing-against-time.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-2904620834089322824</id><published>2009-01-19T01:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:27:16.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>眼泪笑了 - 刘力扬Moving on with Life.Something changes, something never.             Everything seems to fall back into the place where they should belong to. Bringing a smile, waiting for the day to come.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2904620834089322824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2904620834089322824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-8740658509968511557</id><published>2009-01-19T00:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T01:46:46.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cadets' laughters, their belief on my words. Their reactions and efforts.Their firm reply of "Yes sir, understand Sir " . 9 years as a person standing infront of the kids. Well loved? &lt;- this is justifiable, didn't know my nuer so bo liao to do survey during water break.  I had a really good saturaday who brought back all my memories as a NCO and VI. Those good old times. the most happiest time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/8740658509968511557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/8740658509968511557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/cadets-laughters-their-beliefs-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-2032652462327400955</id><published>2009-01-17T00:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T00:59:05.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>12:35AmJust reached home, Haha esp I got to wake up real early later.Nu er is nagging at his daddy for staying out late. See lah Grown up liao le lah.After my class ended, Sok bought me a belated X'mas present. It was really a surprise to me.      Thanks Bestie ! Tatsuko! 'power',              it is very meaningful indeed.Thank you Eric &amp; Sok Feng for our wonderful friendship ! = ) It going to be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2032652462327400955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2032652462327400955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/1235am-just-reached-home-haha-esp-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy99zHB0MLU/SXC4YX4xUFI/AAAAAAAAArs/d0_jpateawk/s72-c/Kimi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-5768314719026299516</id><published>2009-01-16T01:11:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:18:05.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2:35AM: Just reached homeOT alone in office till 2am. I going to make this real simple.You guys simply remind me of a simple fact that known to me long time ago. I always like to say in the past,"Being nice to others, is fucking myself up indirectly....After every good things I'd done for everyone. This is how I am been treated at the end of the day. Being nice &amp; the word "Love", simply so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/5768314719026299516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/5768314719026299516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/1.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-2129854979445099757</id><published>2009-01-15T22:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T00:27:44.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogging @ Office. 12:00am : Running out of words to explain why am I still strucked here,and duno what time I will be going home. Suppose to be going for a K session instead.Honestly,Regardless at work, with r/s or anything else. R/s: I am done with talking abt anything more. this is what I deserves?                @Work : Friendship VS getting things done. My team leader's high expectation on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2129854979445099757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2129854979445099757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/blogging-office.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-2618020841137499218</id><published>2009-01-15T10:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:07:19.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whenever I open my eye to each new day,same question will be asked. the point of hanging on?......                                  沉默是我最後温柔 是因为我太爱你 an jing le 安静了 - S.H.EBecause they know you as Eugene, Therefore you have to keep acting like the " Eugene " in their impression.When you tried to be yourself, they can't accept your changes. Matter of fact, I don't fucking care anymore.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2618020841137499218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2618020841137499218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/whenever-i-open-my-eye-to-brand-new-day.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-8363338794246830542</id><published>2009-01-14T23:23:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:00:36.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had a great day!Down memory lane.  has been a long long time since I last make my appearance.yup.                       Rush to school after trng ended. Simple day but indeed done many meaningful talks to those kid = ) Yeah, the day ended really v badly.Lost my Key, ibanking device, a thumbdrive.. oops Have I deleted my homevids&gt;? lol,and the ring.                Most imptly, I lost letterbox key</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/8363338794246830542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/8363338794246830542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/had-great-day-down-memory-lane.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy99zHB0MLU/SW4IxYpWkPI/AAAAAAAAArc/q9EIQf5N6fQ/s72-c/DSC02840.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-2977393913854847443</id><published>2009-01-14T12:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:22:09.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>你不是真正的快乐你的笑只是你穿的保护色你决定不恨了 也决定不爱了把你的灵魂关在永远锁上的躯壳你不是真正的快乐你的伤从不肯完全的愈合我站在你左侧 却像隔着银河难道就真的抱着遗憾一直到老了  然后才后悔着你值得真正的快乐你应该脱下你穿的保护色为什么失去了 还要被惩罚呢能不能就让悲伤全部结束在此刻重新开始活着</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2977393913854847443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2977393913854847443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-2628538680544274126</id><published>2009-01-14T01:23:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T02:48:57.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Split personality. 1:23 AM  : chatting with Toh Junjie ( Starhub JJ ) on msnLove is about Hope... says:stand up on your feet n continue with life bahjasser                      you and I both . says:i did tt long time, i never dwell over it since ytdjasser                      you and I both . says:regardless sad or happy i keep laughing nowdays, i keep going around talking nonsense to pple, haha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2628538680544274126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2628538680544274126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/split-personality.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-6052838882636921020</id><published>2009-01-13T22:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:01:02.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A very random post! I really ask myself. why was I been so emotional for the past 2 years.In a way, it contribute to the lost of her.but it play a very big part of everything. It just affect my way of handling things. Yup ! a impt lesson learnt !1 thing good, I finally got over my emo-ness. It is just a habit which you need to kick off. Couple !A simple thing which made me feel, hmm.. Couple </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/6052838882636921020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/6052838882636921020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/very-random-post-i-really-ask-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-4723136768340824019</id><published>2009-01-12T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:07:38.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Took too long to figure out a solution. price to pay: Lost plenty of time, and things that impt to me.As usual, my same old sayingif that is a mistake i made, it will be a mistake i am willing to live with for the rest of my life.What happened, happened can't change shit.                      just do my best from now on.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/4723136768340824019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/4723136768340824019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/took-too-long-to-figure-out-solution.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-3195927430261831059</id><published>2009-01-12T22:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:59:39.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today, alot of things happened.Somehow, I only learnt a simple fact from everything. ha, nothing much to talk about. Anyway when my sister called me and cried, while i was working. I was thinking: kao what for ?              somehow, I understand alot of thing/I know how to handle my stuff from now. From keep listening to others to keep giving advices to other. lol thing changes fast. I just feel</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/3195927430261831059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/3195927430261831059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-alot-of-things-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy99zHB0MLU/SWtZW-udhwI/AAAAAAAAArM/lyA0tIAK_jc/s72-c/Image165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-8116793136437233877</id><published>2009-01-12T01:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T02:04:29.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2:00AMRoaming around the folders in my PC which I never touch for agesFind this song, super love the lyric this song.动静乐团 - 相信未来我怎么还在记忆里徘徊一个我最爱的人已不在从没想到你竟然狠心这样看着最爱你的人选择离开手机号码还在 随时都开为了你不能改总在期盼哪天你真的会打来爱在我心里面 象个小孩要呵护依赖没有人可以一口气说个明白等待你接受我的爱等待我给你的未来让我这样抱紧着你不放开我要你接受我的爱相信是上天的安排让我可以手牵着你永远不要 放开Chatting with my niece, Lin Mei Mei online now lol.People also found back her way into love liao loh.. who is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/8116793136437233877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/8116793136437233877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/200am-roaming-around-folders-in-my-pc.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-771536769409346119</id><published>2009-01-12T00:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T03:00:45.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nights Out With SisterCannot stand my Sister, she die die wan to eat traditional Korean cuisine. Spend a hour looking for the place at Tahjong Pajar which intro-ed by her friend.$38 set meal..   But nice lah. Honestly, I got alot of respects for Ben, hahaha the only guy can stand my sister's fuck up temper lol Do we look like sibling?  I always have the perception that Girl looks better w/o make </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/771536769409346119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/771536769409346119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/nights-out-with-sister-cannot-stand-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy99zHB0MLU/SWoaC2uXagI/AAAAAAAAAqs/UMqtDeoN8uc/s72-c/Image144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-4861077200981775326</id><published>2009-01-11T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:24:35.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alot of things happened today. Made me realise 1 simple fact. Okie, not going to talk much. I know how to handle my stuff from now. From keep listening to advices. to keep giving advices.                              Awaken. Should I say, somehow I found back something been lost for a long time.My sister, called and cry on the phone while i am working. Ha,     I mean for what, waste of time</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/4861077200981775326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/4861077200981775326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/alot-of-things-happened-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-6991720452093732581</id><published>2009-01-11T12:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:08:20.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>12:40PMPhonecall from Aust, Talking to my SeniorLaughing Out Loud ! Bring me away from this land of misery.Please!Rationale thinking VS FeelingConclusion : still goes by my feeling. Giving full feelings, full patience, full acceptance   I just love talking to him, finally managed to get the chance to talk to him after a long long wait. Talking to many people won't help, talking to the right </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/6991720452093732581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/6991720452093732581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/1240pm-phone-from-aust-talking-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-9210405915875233132</id><published>2009-01-11T06:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T07:23:44.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6:--AMEarly Sunday morning, My sister came to my house and sleep after her part time work @ pub end around 5am.  Woke me up to talk to her, but she drunk i guess. fall aslp and I can't slpCouldn't imagine, we are sleeping in the same room, having heart to heart talks. Setbacks trigger me to change in alot of way. Or rather brought the best out of me.        I realises my past, my trueself all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/9210405915875233132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/9210405915875233132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/6-am-early-sunday-morning-my-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-1284894128274839608</id><published>2009-01-10T23:02:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T07:16:58.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>11:15pm Today is a classic display of "When emotions run loose".Even just for a really short period, how things go out of control. LoLPretty enriching. I am childish in a way I can't help but to agree.   I really didn't know, the urge can make me run loose.        But all in all, I sorted out all my thots while roaming around city hall w CK just now. First time, I really look back on every single</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/1284894128274839608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/1284894128274839608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/1115pm-today-is-classic-display-of-when.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-2720518942049630720</id><published>2009-01-10T02:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T02:29:22.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All I wanted,spend a simple loving life with her.time and time again, trying to make her understand.Whatever happened, happened. shouldn't let it affect us but indeed, build on it. End of day, Love can't change anyone, if they dun wish to fall into it. Great saying by my friend. But indeed, once again Love changes me into someone else.                                    I am very very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2720518942049630720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2720518942049630720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-i-wanted-spend-simple-loving-life.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-6720608302017434601</id><published>2009-01-10T01:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:54:13.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wrote a really long post abit something happened in office really kind of made me feel so sian. GONE !anyway didn't intend to publish it . Just trying to do what My TL said " ACTING TL role to resolve dispute within mates"All in all, our side have something really bad to digest, you grab us involved whereby you can handle it by yourself? I mean, at least dun come over and fuck me out of no where.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/6720608302017434601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/6720608302017434601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/wrote-really-long-post-abit-something.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-4564779428193467306</id><published>2009-01-09T08:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:14:16.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>8:09AMMoment I open my eye, I am thinking.The reason I cried ytd.            I know it all came from the heart. Not because of being emotional.                       Is just that, I never felt so disappointed with myself ever in my life.23 years of living.          I never handled a thing so poorly. Plenty of emotions and childishness got involved.                 I don't know, something will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/4564779428193467306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/4564779428193467306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/809am-moment-i-open-my-eye-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-3015644664090983463</id><published>2009-01-08T23:02:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:53:56.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not within my doing anymore. I always think that nothing is impossibleOnly with the power of faith and belief.     Giving up is easy.   Hanging on is divine. Fight on! .. fuck my emotions.                         that all. Never Never cry for such thing ever. don't fuck care.        still my fave attitude. I should have do things in my way instead.  Oh fuck feelings, emotions. and Most imptly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/3015644664090983463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/3015644664090983463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-within-my-doing-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-2593440285847431733</id><published>2009-01-08T00:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:54:25.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[______]:  says:quite true, but i always think tt u r sum1 hu noe wat u wan 2 do  jasser                 The course of true love never did run smooth says:this one classicjasser                 The course of true love never did run smooth says:must blog !jasser                 The course of true love never did run smooth says:but Ms _____________, eversince my setback with you ,  i never know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2593440285847431733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2593440285847431733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/jasser-course-of-true-love-never-did.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-5544072767560317508</id><published>2009-01-07T13:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:10:27.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To give fearlessly.For it is not how hard we fall, but how fast we bounce back that matters.Turning setbacks become comebacks</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/5544072767560317508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/5544072767560317508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-give-fearlessly.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-475385922499937384</id><published>2009-01-07T12:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:39:58.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>12:09PM Finally, there will be a time when you feel really tired of being tired. So many things I feel like doing. SIMPLE dating. Working. Travelling. Getting married. Baby making. Family life. I am tired of wasting time. There is such a saying, "whatever be, will be"But I believe more in " you let it be, it will never be " I mean, can you just sit at home and do nothing in order to get all your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/475385922499937384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/475385922499937384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/1209am-finally-there-will-be-time-when.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-8089026175129666970</id><published>2009-01-07T02:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T03:00:01.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2:57Am.After sitting under the shower &amp; think. I understand,                                          I did everything for a wordEven keep saying I am tired.                                 you know you ain'tbut indeed, you become clear with your own life.                 The dream of a simple r/s will definitely become reality.           thats is real</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/8089026175129666970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/8089026175129666970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/257am.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-322409485895403612</id><published>2009-01-07T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T02:41:48.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2:27amSeldom I do feel so tired,      Oh I thot I would be very sad, but think of it.   what there to be sad anymore. Have a vision, have faith.             The greats will come to you one day. God is watching,      I believe life might not be fair, but he is fair. I really love simple r/s. for a moment, I feel it. But they didn't last. but no matter what, I really do love simple r/s.       In a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/322409485895403612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/322409485895403612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/100am-shld-i-leave-spoke-to-my-mom-she.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-5332552413783343981</id><published>2009-01-06T02:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T03:28:26.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2:44amMy Boss : VincentMy Besties : Eric, Sok, Warren, Kat, Teck Even YlvaMok Yu Ching would like to use this post to say a few words. Genuinely:  I AM SORRY ! For all the disappointment, My poor handling to my personal affairs. Vincent is right, he sent me 3 mes out of no where to slap me. I strongly agreed in every single words in it. Every words still printed on my mind now.  I will remb these</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/5332552413783343981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/5332552413783343981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/244am-my-boss-vincent-my-besties-eric.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-7532321646735481465</id><published>2009-01-05T00:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T01:36:12.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1:07Amhaha, I geninuely laughing. esp after that msn chat just now, just simply prove tt I am rightI look at her, is like looking at myself years back.  Don't wish to grow up, only run away.  want the best of everything. But I always believe,1 day she will understand why everyone seems to wrong her. I never judge her like how most did. The hug was geninue, it can't lie. God : if there is one, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/7532321646735481465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/7532321646735481465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/trying-very-hard-to-do-something-for.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-9054587850795604900</id><published>2009-01-04T09:32:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T11:26:46.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>9:31AMMy honeymoon period finally coming to an end. Disillusion,After a short, break in life.Being childish very childish, very emotional and very lost in my life Once in a while, it is damn benefical to suffer from blows and setbacks. Without much effort, I lost at least 2-3kgs in 2 weeks period, isn't tt good?Time to get back on track.        Alot of deadline to meet with.          Alot of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/9054587850795604900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/9054587850795604900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/931am-finally-i-had-my-best-sleep-in.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-6722214663876177820</id><published>2009-01-03T23:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:50:46.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>12:46AMSorry Katherine.  for the lousy farewell outing5 years ago I hurted you badly, 5 years later you are there to stand by me when I am falling apart. Deep down: I feel damn badWith tat sms, it just made everything worse I feel damn.......Perhapsthey were right.              but whatever it is. I know what I am doing all these for.Hsve a real mature talk with my sister.  I guess she know the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/6722214663876177820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/6722214663876177820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/1146pm-sorry-katherine.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-2940860952374871</id><published>2009-01-03T08:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T10:35:02.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>8.30AMGod : Guide me through the darkness to find that door of light. What should I write?MeaningLove : to need or require; benefit greatly fromRelationship : an emotional or other connection between peopleI am quite sure that, you guys will say I am being emo here. lol.Emo?     feel so tired to even feel emotional.                         Just thinking about, Love stories. I am just thinking. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2940860952374871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2940860952374871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/8.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-2987978175880816922</id><published>2009-01-02T21:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:02:31.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tired.&amp;I am feeling sicked. I just want a good rest from now on. breakaway !陈小春 - 独家记忆11 - chan xiao chunis not about being emotional anymore. God, Please! I definitely deserve more than this right. isn't it ?                   I need a good night sleep, just like the one i had last night !    nah, I am done.Haha, talking to kat kat on phone, she jog jog jog ..call disconnected. Now cannot get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2987978175880816922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2987978175880816922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/tired.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-8372419172454007217</id><published>2009-01-02T01:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T08:47:12.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Duncan was sharing his story to us on the car when we were out for lunch.I feels sad, Somehow I feel it, I really do.                   Vincent such a S*cker, snoob both of us.. never tell us his story. Went K with TM peeps for the first time. Quite fun, I sing until so high.                   Reached home @ around 1am.               Everything I am taking it as a bonus, I leave it to fate.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/8372419172454007217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/8372419172454007217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/duncan-was-sharing-his-story-to-us-on.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-184269149961544529</id><published>2009-01-01T18:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:25:35.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate the taste of defeat.and the feeling of being weak. 2years,I am tired of compromising.             I am tired of being nice.Being a bastard, you get what you want. pple call you bastard.Being a pussy, you won't get what you want but might lose even more, pple call you pussy. Joan, told me exactly what I told her in the past. How much have I changed.            where is the Mok you used to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/184269149961544529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/184269149961544529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hate-taste-of-defeat.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-3096386272604580785</id><published>2009-01-01T11:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T13:34:20.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1/1/2009, 11:20Am Blogging @ office. Happy Birthday to Eric !  Wish you happy always.Went out with the couple and spent a simple night with them.Birthday dinner, arcade, and some heart to heart talk. It is so damn envious to see them as such a loving couple. but I do feel glad for the both of them. Seriously, to have both of them as my buddies for the year 2008. is a blessing from god. They are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/3096386272604580785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/3096386272604580785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2009/01/112009-1120am-blogging-office.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-2526054798560560179</id><published>2008-12-31T13:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T17:35:50.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Only God knows.Time will tells. you just can't rush for snswer.        let it be.I feel the tiredness in me. A hellweek for me, more than enough to take.              I just feels like leaving with no returning.Whatever it is,   I know I odd to wake up and face the reality.          no mood for game anymore.All in all: 2008 is just a fuck up year for me. Nothing is fair, and just pushing me to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2526054798560560179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/2526054798560560179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2008/12/god-knows.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250661.post-7551555431483714275</id><published>2008-12-30T23:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T17:22:32.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Liak Teck is back, But kind of too late = #                      Sigh...Noob!    I am just a dumb ass, just should have never... hai带我走dai wo zuo.wma - rainie</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/7551555431483714275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250661/posts/default/7551555431483714275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasser.blogspot.com/2008/12/liak-teck-is-back-but-kind-of-too-late.html' title=''/><author><name>jasser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00141098472727885283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy99zHB0MLU/SVo4xHyVsrI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Ii8QqME_SGY/s72-c/Image097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
