<?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-6465570699818019530</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:57:35.655+10:00</updated><category term='daily'/><category term='travel'/><category term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Living life</title><subtitle type='html'>How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenny O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640812309656775359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465570699818019530.post-3347738344151914510</id><published>2009-05-25T18:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:25:43.241+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Miley Cyrus- The climb</title><content type='html'>I can almost see it&lt;br /&gt;That dream I'm dreaming but&lt;br /&gt;There's a voice inside my head sayin,&lt;br /&gt;You'll never reach it,&lt;br /&gt;Every step I'm taking,&lt;br /&gt;Every move I make feels&lt;br /&gt;Lost with no direction&lt;br /&gt;My faith is shaking but I&lt;br /&gt;Got to keep trying&lt;br /&gt;Got to keep my head held high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's always going to be another mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Always going to be an uphill battle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ain't about how fast I get there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It's the climb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The struggles I'm facing,&lt;br /&gt;The chances I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes might knock me down but&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not breaking&lt;br /&gt;I may not know it&lt;br /&gt;But these are the moments that&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to remember most yeah&lt;br /&gt;Just got to keep going&lt;br /&gt;And I,&lt;br /&gt;I got to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Just keep pushing on, cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always going to be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be an uphill battle,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on moving&lt;br /&gt;Keep climbing&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith baby&lt;br /&gt;It's all about&lt;br /&gt;It's all about&lt;br /&gt;The climb&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith&lt;br /&gt;Keep your faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa a oh oh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465570699818019530-3347738344151914510?l=jen2ying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/feeds/3347738344151914510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465570699818019530&amp;postID=3347738344151914510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/3347738344151914510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/3347738344151914510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/2009/05/miley-cyrus-climb.html' title='Miley Cyrus- The climb'/><author><name>Jenny O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640812309656775359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465570699818019530.post-815887258237303425</id><published>2009-04-08T11:23:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:23:57.187+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions of the Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Questions of the Heart &lt;br /&gt;by Marianne Liaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart is a fragile things indeed &lt;br /&gt;One gentle prick may cause it to bleed&lt;br /&gt;If it is subjected to hurt again and again&lt;br /&gt;Could it possibly endure this intolerable pain? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there no antidote, no potent cure? &lt;br /&gt;Can a heart that is tainted ever be made pure? &lt;br /&gt;Can past grievances be forgotten and completely erased? &lt;br /&gt;Can the scars of the past disappear without a trace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a heart has been wounded, is there any relief?&lt;br /&gt;Is there any escape from fear, sorrow or grief?&lt;br /&gt;If one has been subjected to such ruthless betrayal&lt;br /&gt;can he still trust that love will prevail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;A heart that lies bruised and broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;From painful words that have been carelessly spoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shattered into innumerable pieces&lt;br /&gt;All scattered about in a million pieces &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But believe these words for they are true&lt;br /&gt;O wretched heart, there is hope yet for you&lt;br /&gt;For though all else may eventually pass away&lt;br /&gt;True love will persevere at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465570699818019530-815887258237303425?l=jen2ying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/feeds/815887258237303425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465570699818019530&amp;postID=815887258237303425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/815887258237303425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/815887258237303425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/2009/04/questions-of-heart.html' title='Questions of the Heart'/><author><name>Jenny O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640812309656775359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465570699818019530.post-7443456117414086796</id><published>2009-03-25T17:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:25:44.966+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons in Life</title><content type='html'>1. Life is short, but there is always time enough for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;courtesy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Always put yourself in others' shoes. If you feel it hurts you, it will probably hurt the other person, too&lt;br /&gt;3. To run away from trouble is a form of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cowardice&lt;/span&gt; and, everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end.&lt;br /&gt;4. We can never judge the lives of others, because each person knows only thier own pain and renunciation. It's one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it's another to think that yours is the only path.&lt;br /&gt;5. Have the courage to say no. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Have the courage to face the truth&lt;/span&gt;. Do the right thing because it is right. It's better to be defeated on principle than to win on lies.&lt;br /&gt;6. Most things break, including hearts. The lessons of life amount not to wisdom, but to scar tissue and callus&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;To err is human, to forgive divine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Life moves on, whether we act as cowards or heroes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465570699818019530-7443456117414086796?l=jen2ying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/feeds/7443456117414086796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465570699818019530&amp;postID=7443456117414086796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/7443456117414086796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/7443456117414086796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/2009/03/lessons-in-life.html' title='Lessons in Life'/><author><name>Jenny O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640812309656775359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465570699818019530.post-6242024369194946941</id><published>2009-03-14T11:20:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:23:11.640+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor Swift - Breathe</title><content type='html'>I see your face in my mind as I drive away&lt;br /&gt;'Cause none of us thought it was gonna end that way&lt;br /&gt;People are people and sometimes we change our minds&lt;br /&gt;But it's killing me to see you go after all this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music starts playin' like the end of a sad movie&lt;br /&gt;It's the kinda ending you don't really wanna see&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's tragedy and it'll only bring you down&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know what to be without you around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we know it's never simple, never easy&lt;br /&gt;Never a clean break, no one here to save me&lt;br /&gt;You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I can't breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Without you, but I have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Without you, but I have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never wanted this, never want to see me hurt&lt;br /&gt;Every little bump in the road I tried to swerve&lt;br /&gt;People are people and sometimes it doesn't work out&lt;br /&gt;Nothing we say is gonna save us from the fall out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we know it's never simple, never easy&lt;br /&gt;Never a clean break, no one here to save me&lt;br /&gt;You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you, but I have to&lt;br /&gt;Breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you, but I have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's two a.m., feelin' like I just lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Hope you know it's not easy, easy for me&lt;br /&gt;It's two a.m., feelin' like I just lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Hope you know this ain't easy, easy for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we know it's never simple, never easy&lt;br /&gt;Never a clean break, no one here to save me, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you, but I have to&lt;br /&gt;Breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you, but I have to&lt;br /&gt;Breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you, but I have to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465570699818019530-6242024369194946941?l=jen2ying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/feeds/6242024369194946941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465570699818019530&amp;postID=6242024369194946941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/6242024369194946941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/6242024369194946941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/2009/03/taylor-swift-breathe.html' title='Taylor Swift - Breathe'/><author><name>Jenny O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640812309656775359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465570699818019530.post-8184454275811054689</id><published>2009-03-02T18:50:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:52:21.018+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Trivia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Try out this interesting personality test at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/per&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;sonality/test82.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; and see how well the description fits u *_*....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Judge if mine's right on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465570699818019530-8184454275811054689?l=jen2ying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/feeds/8184454275811054689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465570699818019530&amp;postID=8184454275811054689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/8184454275811054689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/8184454275811054689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/2009/03/personality-trivia.html' title='Personality Trivia'/><author><name>Jenny O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640812309656775359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465570699818019530.post-6331887959402718502</id><published>2009-02-26T00:02:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T08:31:12.809+11:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>A relationship is like the Tour de France. There are a lot of peaks and valleys, periods of conserving your energy followed by reckless sprints, and finally the crushing realization that Lance Armstrong is going to win, not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. life is sometimes unfair, because bad things happen to good people.&lt;br /&gt;2. God works in mysterious ways.&lt;br /&gt;3. I &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;despise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lies. I &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; liars. I do not lie (maybe occasionally white lie) and i do not like to be lied to. I hate it. I think liars are scumbags of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;4. A 6 story scaffold collapse near where i work, and if i had not moved to my new apt,  i would pass that route most of the time when i go home because that road was brightly lit. it was lucky that only three ppl (workers) were injured but the building collapse damaged tram lines and cars that were parked in front of it. My colleague had the nerve to tell me that the builders are the Asian Pacific Building Corporation. Emphasizing on the word Asian, because he concluded that this kind of things only happen in Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SaVOegHLhtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/p1DfG61-o_A/s1600-h/N_SCAFFOLDING-420x0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SaVOegHLhtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/p1DfG61-o_A/s320/N_SCAFFOLDING-420x0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306734021849089746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scaffolding collapses, three men hurt&lt;br /&gt;Greg Roberts&lt;br /&gt;February 24, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three workers have had a "miracle" escape after six levels of scaffolding collapsed at a Melbourne building site.&lt;br /&gt;The three men, aged 24, 28 and 52, were taken to The Alfred hospital wearing neck braces. All are in stable condition.&lt;br /&gt;The falling scaffolding also damaged half a dozen parked cars and pulled down power lines and overhead tram lines, blocking traffic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465570699818019530-6331887959402718502?l=jen2ying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/feeds/6331887959402718502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465570699818019530&amp;postID=6331887959402718502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/6331887959402718502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/6331887959402718502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/2009/02/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Jenny O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640812309656775359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SaVOegHLhtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/p1DfG61-o_A/s72-c/N_SCAFFOLDING-420x0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465570699818019530.post-96011841297347106</id><published>2008-12-12T00:37:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:42:37.497+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing</title><content type='html'>Just came back from our institute's Xmas dinner at the Silver Circus. We had a 3 course meal and in the interim of the courses, had circus acts. After that, they converted the stage to a dance floor and there was a live band. I really had a lot of fun dancing and just letting myself feel the music. I've always been too shy to dance and always worried about what others might think of me but today i just didn't think and just swayed my body to the music. It felt good. Just had to blog about it before i go to sleep. Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465570699818019530-96011841297347106?l=jen2ying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/feeds/96011841297347106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465570699818019530&amp;postID=96011841297347106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/96011841297347106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/96011841297347106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/2008/12/dancing.html' title='Dancing'/><author><name>Jenny O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640812309656775359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465570699818019530.post-1814699981856381898</id><published>2008-12-04T17:23:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T17:35:49.371+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Be Somebody- Nickelback</title><content type='html'>This time I wonder what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;To find the one in this life&lt;br /&gt;The one we all dream of&lt;br /&gt;But dreams just aren't enough&lt;br /&gt;So I´ll be waiting for the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;I'll know it by the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;The moment when we´re meeting&lt;br /&gt;Will play out like a scene straight off the silver screen&lt;br /&gt;So I`ll be holdin’ my breath&lt;br /&gt;Right up to the end&lt;br /&gt;Until that moment when&lt;br /&gt;I find the one that I'll spend forever with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cause nobody wants to be the last one there.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares.&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love with my life in their hands.&lt;br /&gt;There`s gotta be somebody for me like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause nobody wants to go it on their own&lt;br /&gt;And everyone wants to know they´re not alone.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody else that feels the same somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;There`s gotta be somebody for me out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight out on the street out in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;And damn it this feels too right&lt;br /&gt;It´s just like Déjà Vu&lt;br /&gt;Me standin’ here with you&lt;br /&gt;So I´ll be holdin`my breath&lt;br /&gt;Could this be the end?&lt;br /&gt;Is it that moment when&lt;br /&gt;I find the one that I'll spend forever with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause nobody wants to be the last one there&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares.&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love with my life in their hands.&lt;br /&gt;There´s gotta be somebody for me like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Cause nobody wants to go it on their own&lt;br /&gt;And everyone wants to know they´re not alone.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody else that feels the same somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;There`s gotta be somebody for me out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can´t give up!&lt;br /&gt;When you're Lookin´ for a diamond in the rough&lt;br /&gt;Because you never know when it shows up&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you´re holdin` on&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause it could be the one, the one you´re waiting on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465570699818019530-1814699981856381898?l=jen2ying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/feeds/1814699981856381898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465570699818019530&amp;postID=1814699981856381898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/1814699981856381898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/1814699981856381898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/2008/12/gotta-be-somebody-nickelback.html' title='Gotta Be Somebody- Nickelback'/><author><name>Jenny O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640812309656775359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465570699818019530.post-5714513621092520164</id><published>2008-11-28T19:01:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T19:18:55.077+11:00</updated><title type='text'>November</title><content type='html'>Some of my favorite people are born in november and all in close vicinity to each other. I must have very good feng shui with sagitarius. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov&lt;br /&gt;24- Boss&lt;br /&gt;25- Eddie&lt;br /&gt;27- BFF, Vi&lt;br /&gt;28- Rosemary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465570699818019530-5714513621092520164?l=jen2ying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/feeds/5714513621092520164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465570699818019530&amp;postID=5714513621092520164' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/5714513621092520164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/5714513621092520164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/2008/11/november.html' title='November'/><author><name>Jenny O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640812309656775359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465570699818019530.post-4027621580823665998</id><published>2008-11-21T09:17:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:54:20.597+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas Casual Interview</title><content type='html'>What a hell of a week.&lt;br /&gt;So recently, my hands very itchy, went to apply for a Xmas casual position in a retail shop, Cotton On (kind of like Aeropostale in USA and Padini in Msia). Casual work is when they have no one to work, so they will call u in advance to ask if you can work that shift. A bit different from part time work cause you don't have a specific time.&lt;br /&gt;Got called for an interview, so i went lor. It was bloody long for an interview for a casual position Almost 2 hours. Siao lar this people. Things we had to do during the group interview.The point is for them to be able to judge our personality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Introduce ourself and how old we are, and if we had a superpower, what would it be? ( can't help noticing i'm one of the oldest there)&lt;br /&gt;2. Pair up in groups and introduce our partners and why they should be hired. ( My partner is Nesa, and she is 23 yrs old and has 2 kids) &lt;br /&gt;3. Present about our previous work experience, and any leadership experience and reiterate why COtton On should hire us? &lt;br /&gt;4. Fill up and application form stating which stores we wanted to apply to. and waited for 20 minutes for them to make a decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get it. I got called with a group outside and they told us we were not successful. Most of the asians (except one) that applied did not go through (?).It also has to do with the store you chose and their availabilities.  Nesa, my partner, did not go through as well. I wasn't that bummed, but i wished they had let her through, she needed the money for her kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, what an experience. Definitely a blow to my self esteem. Probably i'm not pretty or bubbly enough to work in retail. hahaha. i will continue with lab work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465570699818019530-4027621580823665998?l=jen2ying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/feeds/4027621580823665998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465570699818019530&amp;postID=4027621580823665998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/4027621580823665998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/4027621580823665998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/2008/11/xmas-casual-interview.html' title='Xmas Casual Interview'/><author><name>Jenny O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640812309656775359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465570699818019530.post-877940469477929636</id><published>2008-11-08T23:56:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T00:13:27.689+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Letting go&lt;br /&gt;the things swarming in my head&lt;br /&gt;things worrying me and keeping me up awake at night&lt;br /&gt;Letting go&lt;br /&gt;will help me to grow into a better person&lt;br /&gt;or at least get better sleep at night and worry less ( i worry too much)&lt;br /&gt;it's hard but i've got to let go.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465570699818019530-877940469477929636?l=jen2ying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/feeds/877940469477929636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465570699818019530&amp;postID=877940469477929636' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/877940469477929636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/877940469477929636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/2008/11/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Jenny O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640812309656775359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465570699818019530.post-162406575243711193</id><published>2008-10-16T23:12:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T14:18:16.326+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Invitrogen Art</title><content type='html'>During work today, Ann and I went for Invitrogen morning tea, we go once in a while to get some free food and free goodies. This morning tea was different however. There was an arts and craft session where we could decorate the new Invitrogen media bottle. and the best design will win a box of chocolates. Ann and i really enjoyed ourselves decorating our bottle (only 1 bottle left so we had to share), we were very disappointed we didn't win, but nonetheless we got a small bottle of lolly each and it was definitely more fun than work~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SPgDf5aFOKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/jU30LfNfS4o/s1600-h/DSC07314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SPgDf5aFOKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/jU30LfNfS4o/s320/DSC07314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257956411476097186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SPgDgNHz1-I/AAAAAAAAAKE/G6kcRTKKgGs/s1600-h/DSC07316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SPgDgNHz1-I/AAAAAAAAAKE/G6kcRTKKgGs/s320/DSC07316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257956416768169954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SPgDgXBapoI/AAAAAAAAAKM/l0D2Xd6ZWgM/s1600-h/DSC07318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SPgDgXBapoI/AAAAAAAAAKM/l0D2Xd6ZWgM/s320/DSC07318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257956419425707650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all looking to the right in this next picture because this is the embaressing moment which was captured by the photographer when our boss came in and stared at what we have done and asked, what is that and how is it useful for the lab? (i think he wanted to hint why are you girls not working!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SPf2HOi6D8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6AtFN-K2-lI/s1600-h/DSC07311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SPf2HOi6D8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6AtFN-K2-lI/s320/DSC07311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257941694002368450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465570699818019530-162406575243711193?l=jen2ying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/feeds/162406575243711193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465570699818019530&amp;postID=162406575243711193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/162406575243711193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/162406575243711193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/2008/10/invitrogen-art.html' title='Invitrogen Art'/><author><name>Jenny O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640812309656775359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SPgDf5aFOKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/jU30LfNfS4o/s72-c/DSC07314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465570699818019530.post-1166854063005289747</id><published>2008-09-17T23:23:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T00:20:39.259+10:00</updated><title type='text'>6  months later</title><content type='html'>September 11th marks 6 months since i stepped foot in Australia. &lt;br /&gt;Got a haircut last week!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SNEG9vKgmuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/EytdAJLYTAs/s1600-h/DSC07183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SNEG9vKgmuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/EytdAJLYTAs/s320/DSC07183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246982698565671650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After my haircut, i had asam laksa at penang coffee house in hawthorn with gwan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other updates the last month:&lt;br /&gt;1. Celebrating Jenson's birthday in Dainty Sichuan in Chinatown. Spicy and Yummy food. We had 8 dishes and 2 cakes for 9 people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SNEL3YMEssI/AAAAAAAAAHA/a2-VyLKsBdc/s1600-h/0826+Jenson%27s+Bday+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SNEL3YMEssI/AAAAAAAAAHA/a2-VyLKsBdc/s320/0826+Jenson%27s+Bday+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246988086877139650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Chew Yean and her friend from China, Xiang Ying, came to visit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SNEJGRsOSuI/AAAAAAAAAGw/aHNJT38m6_Q/s1600-h/DSC07699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SNEJGRsOSuI/AAAAAAAAAGw/aHNJT38m6_Q/s320/DSC07699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246985044296092386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner with gwan and soo suan in Papa Ginos, Lygon St&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SNEKBKwtcWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/TUf9HL9Euug/s1600-h/DSC07722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SNEKBKwtcWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/TUf9HL9Euug/s320/DSC07722.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246986056048144738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Went to Julie's place in Docklands one Friday night for dinner and a movie. Docklands at night is fantastic and she even has a view of the city from her bathroom! jeles. Didn't managed to get a good night shot of the view. But here's one of the brightly lit tunnel shaped bridge. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SNENE2V_YsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/DNZPEk3ybZQ/s1600-h/DSC07170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SNENE2V_YsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/DNZPEk3ybZQ/s320/DSC07170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246989417821725378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465570699818019530-1166854063005289747?l=jen2ying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/feeds/1166854063005289747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465570699818019530&amp;postID=1166854063005289747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/1166854063005289747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/1166854063005289747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/2008/09/6-months-later.html' title='6  months later'/><author><name>Jenny O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640812309656775359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SNEG9vKgmuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/EytdAJLYTAs/s72-c/DSC07183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465570699818019530.post-8070619520755992881</id><published>2008-09-02T23:16:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:21:57.452+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Conversation with colleague</title><content type='html'>S : Do you ever wish to be tall?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Of course! (without hesitation) &lt;br /&gt;pause&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why do you ask that? Do you ever wish to be tiny?&lt;br /&gt;S : Yes&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why? &lt;br /&gt;S : Because i'm too tall. I tower above everyone. and I'm noticeable from far away&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ish, ada orang complain terlalu tinggi pulak. Tukar tempat dengan saya-lar :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465570699818019530-8070619520755992881?l=jen2ying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/feeds/8070619520755992881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465570699818019530&amp;postID=8070619520755992881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/8070619520755992881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/8070619520755992881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/2008/09/conversation-with-colleague.html' title='Conversation with colleague'/><author><name>Jenny O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640812309656775359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465570699818019530.post-4481191206079820921</id><published>2008-08-13T11:42:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:05:20.226+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>A Weekend on the Farm</title><content type='html'>One of my colleagues, Christine, owns a farm in Inverloch, Gippsland area, a few kilometers south of Phillip Island and she invited a couple of us from the lab ( Julie, Mansur, Sebastian, Scott, Me) to spend a weekend with her in her farm. Julie and Christine are French, Mansur is Libyan, Seb is from Germany and Scott is an Aussie. Quite a multicultural gang.&lt;br /&gt;We left the lab around 5pm on Friday and we only reached her farm around 8:30 due to heavy traffic in the M1 freeway. It was my first time having Raclette that night for dinner and i really liked it. According to Christine and Julie, Raclette is a winter meal common in France, Switzerland and some European countries. There's even a special machine for this dish, called a Raclette grill (what else?) and it looks like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233547627548399794" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 273px; height: 209px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SKFL1rccWLI/AAAAAAAAADI/5dD_WBUM0i0/s320/picture_005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;See the spatula thing. Everyone has their own spatula. The basic idea is to put a slice of cheese on the spatula and put the spatula on the grill to melt the cheese. As the cheese melts you scrape it off (the word "raclette" comes from the French word "racler," which means "to scrape") and put it on your boiled potatoes. It results to something like this. Looks yummy right? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233553973077130114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SKFRnCYYu4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/_zv0Hk7QJWM/s320/raclette.gif" border="0" /&gt;While waiting for the cheese to melt, we snacked on assorted olives, cold ham and salami and baguette with salted French butter. French food galore~ I'm not admiting to liking everything because there are some stinky cheese that was just too strong and i'm still not fond of olives, but salted butter and peppercorn with stuffed Feta and salami was yummy. We basically had the olives, ham and salami, butter and cheese with baguette as an appetizer every meal. Must be the French way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233548258692687570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 239px; height: 210px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SKFMaao95tI/AAAAAAAAADQ/oZhyxTa0ACo/s320/Raclette_with_all_the_trimmings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After dinner, we watched the opening ceremony of Olympics before retiring to bed. The next morning, we woke up around 10 and had breakfast of scrambled eggs with ham made by Sebastian. We then put on our boots and headed for the tour of her farm. Her farm is huge, i forgot the hectar numbers but it was really big. She rears around 200 angus cattle, this cattle is bred for their meat. The weather on Saturday was awesome and there were sunny skies with white puffy clouds as we all walked around the farm, climbing and jumping the fences to get across. We saw wombat holes along the way but as wombat are nocturnal, we did not see any wombats. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233558011151455234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 323px; height: 229px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SKFVSFYVFAI/AAAAAAAAAFA/KFuOoqvlx9w/s320/DSC07102.JPG" border="0" width="295" height="221" /&gt;Scott fed the cow with hay. It took him a while because the cows were quite afraid of him but he finally succeeded. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233559941596652610" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SKFXCc2VJEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/HZLX-CAwuKU/s320/DSC07109.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Group Picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236530143555238450" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SKvka9Y8OjI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pBMSLM-RGnk/s320/DSC00272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;L to R : Julie, Me, Seb, Scott, Christine. I share an office in the lab with Seb, Scott and Christine. Always feel like a dwarf beside Seb and Scott. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236532165055844338" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SKvmQoEPj_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/aJDiKb0M-mA/s320/DSC00285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And not forgetting Mansur. Here's a picture of him and Seb relaxing by Christine's warm and cozy fireplace. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the tour of the farm, we went back to the house and took the car to drive around to the town of Inverloch, stopping at many beaches along the way like the Caves, Eagles Nest and then heading to the town and the Inverloch Jetty. We stopped for 3 minutes at each destination. C's intention was to show us all of the attractions and we could then decide what we wanted to do on Sunday. The picturesque Inverloch Jetty: - definitely will go there in Summer again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233559948388761954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SKFXC2JsgWI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DEyQE5-foHg/s320/DSC07116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We then went home to the farm and C took the Ute (something like a pick up truck) and drove around the farm around 5ish to look for wild kangaroos. We managed to see 5 of them, happily hopping around, with no care in the world. They were very different from kangaroos that i've seen in sanctuaries or zoos because they had a vast land and thus was able to use their strong feet and hop for a long distance. We then retired for dinner (barbecue), a little bit of Olympics on tv and then bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we woke up and got ready for the great day planned. Had breakfast of thin pancakes with bananas courtesy of Seb again. We were walking to the beach and suddenly there was a downpour and we were soaked and drenched. Thankfully, Seb came to our rescue with the ute and drove us home. It rained the whole day on Sunday and we built a fire and stayed indoors most of the time until it was time to go back to Melbourne around 5. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christine's house is awesome. I loved the way she decorated the place. This is the room where i slept.I love the four poster bed and her indian theme for this room.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SKFbC809VHI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7ymXl1PwRmg/s1600-h/DSC07129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233564348227343474" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 286px; height: 201px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SKFbC809VHI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7ymXl1PwRmg/s320/DSC07129.JPG" border="0" width="310" height="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In summary,it was a great weekend. It would have been better if it didnt' rain on Sunday so we could enjoy the picturesque walk along the beach but I shall keep that for next time. I do not mind renting a car to go there again because the view is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465570699818019530-4481191206079820921?l=jen2ying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/feeds/4481191206079820921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465570699818019530&amp;postID=4481191206079820921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/4481191206079820921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/4481191206079820921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekend-on-farm.html' title='A Weekend on the Farm'/><author><name>Jenny O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640812309656775359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SKFL1rccWLI/AAAAAAAAADI/5dD_WBUM0i0/s72-c/picture_005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465570699818019530.post-8415879964163395109</id><published>2008-07-23T22:01:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:19:55.929+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Lyin</title><content type='html'>For Ling Yin, one of my longest and dearest friends. I've known her since primary school and watched her grow to a smart, independent and beautiful lady~&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken last year when the whole gang celebrated your birthday in Old Town.&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations on graduation and Have a GREAT birthday !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SIcgL-pZ5hI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7yvYCxPqi7I/s1600-h/hols+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226181282754061842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SIcgL-pZ5hI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7yvYCxPqi7I/s320/hols+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///F:/hols%20004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465570699818019530-8415879964163395109?l=jen2ying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/feeds/8415879964163395109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465570699818019530&amp;postID=8415879964163395109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/8415879964163395109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/8415879964163395109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-lyin.html' title='Happy Birthday Lyin'/><author><name>Jenny O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640812309656775359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SIcgL-pZ5hI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7yvYCxPqi7I/s72-c/hols+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465570699818019530.post-2389955222270039780</id><published>2008-07-13T11:23:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:19:56.164+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Done, Bliss and Victoria National Art Gallery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SHlijMffKkI/AAAAAAAAACw/5pkED7g04p0/s1600-h/DSC05927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222313599701035586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SHlijMffKkI/AAAAAAAAACw/5pkED7g04p0/s320/DSC05927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Presentation is over. weee~ in summary,i've never worked so hard for a presentation before. I stopped experiments for the whole week just to work on my slides and practice. The presentation went okay. I was so nervous and my heart was racing so fast, however my colleagues said they could not see that and i was very calm throughout my speech. My boss also asked me what is my secret to staying calm? i told all of them i'm not quite sure what i do or did, but i was nonetheless nervous and terrified. As i was the first speaker, i had a lot of questions from the professors. Some of them asked me questions where i was like huh, what exactly do u mean? I did not tackle the questions well, maybe because i let my guard down after the talk or i was too nervous i could not think right. even boss said so, however he did say my talk was good. I'll take that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also realized something this week. The philosophical stuff that i have been going through my head for a while now. Why i am here and was it the right choice to come to this lab? I used to think it was a bad decision but now i'm changing my mind. What i want to achieve in my phd is to be able to problem solve, to be able to think through what went wrong and learn from my mistakes, to be able to design and have a say in the way my experiments goes, basically to graduate from my phd and be a thinker not a technician. And i finally realize now that i am on the right track. Ah, bliss. I am beginning to understand my project in full depth and i also like the fact that we do not know what we will find in the future and the whole project could take many different paths depending on what we find. That is exciting and something to look for in the future. I am also beginning to like grumpy a.k.a boss and his way of teaching me to become a better scientist, not by feeding me answers but rather asking me to think about what i can do to make it better and giving suggestions and respecting me when i don't take them because of my own reasons. I worked on my talk the whole week because everytime i showed him, he still said it could be better but not really telling me how to make it better. He's like that with experiments too, I used to hate at first because i'm new and i really don't know how i should be proceeding but in the long run, it will benefit me, and i will not be just someone who does what the boss asked them to do, but i also know why i am doing it. Really very blissful to know i am finally at the right place and doing the right thing in life and i wouldn't change it anyway or anyhow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, i decided to celebrate and julie from the lab said that we should do some touristy thing together, seeing she's also new in melbourne. She decided we should go to the art gallery. I was a bit skeptical at first but went as well. It was too me boring at first, I'm not a big fan of museums and walking around the big place and reading the labels. Only until we got to the contemporary art that i started perking up and reading the descriptions on the label and all. unfortunately when we got to the contemporary art, the gallery was closing so we just had time to take a quick look around. I also learnt some famous french artists from julie whose names i cannot remember now. After the gallery, we had a drink in san churros and then headed to jaipur curry bar on bourke st to have our dinner. julie is hillarous and i had a great time with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465570699818019530-2389955222270039780?l=jen2ying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/feeds/2389955222270039780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465570699818019530&amp;postID=2389955222270039780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/2389955222270039780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/2389955222270039780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/2008/07/done-bliss-and-victoria-national-art.html' title='Done, Bliss and Victoria National Art Gallery'/><author><name>Jenny O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640812309656775359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_qvtOrMMNF_4/SHlijMffKkI/AAAAAAAAACw/5pkED7g04p0/s72-c/DSC05927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465570699818019530.post-871928868703078850</id><published>2008-07-07T23:15:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:42:51.623+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>One down</title><content type='html'>I've finished uni and thought i'd never have to worry bout exams and homework, but i forgot something even more nervewrecking for me than exams and homeworks. PRESENTATION. this week, i'm due to present one at my lab meeting, and this friday for the WHOLE institute. holy crap. I finished my lab presentation this morning and they gave some good comments and suggestions to help me improve for Friday's talk. I'm so sorry i've not been replying your comments on the blog and chatbox, been very busy preparing for the talks. can't wait for this friday. can't wait for it to be over. as students in the baker, we are required to give a talk to the whole institute every year, so after this friday, i can relax till 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465570699818019530-871928868703078850?l=jen2ying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/feeds/871928868703078850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465570699818019530&amp;postID=871928868703078850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/871928868703078850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/871928868703078850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-down.html' title='One down'/><author><name>Jenny O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640812309656775359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465570699818019530.post-2428079065847419342</id><published>2008-06-28T23:32:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:44:36.800+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>First Impression Counts</title><content type='html'>When you meet someone for the first time, the impression they leave on you is what makes u remember them. They could be chatty, friendly, down to earth, warm, or they could also be on the opposite side like obnoxious, sexist, etc. Somehow, i feel when i meet someone, they always forget my name. And i can't help but wonder if it's because i don't leave an impression on them. It's like i leave a nothingless impression because i'm quiet, i take some time to warm up to people, i only speak when i need to. hence. forgettable.&lt;br /&gt;I've also been doing some soul searching this past few weeks. exploring the reason why i am here, is this really what i want, and am i happy doing this, what is my goal in life and what do i want to become? basically, i've been so engrossed on these questions and this soul searching thing is taking up a lot of calories, i eat more and snack so much. I'm pretty sure i will end up being round.jeans are growing tighter as we speak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465570699818019530-2428079065847419342?l=jen2ying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/feeds/2428079065847419342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465570699818019530&amp;postID=2428079065847419342' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/2428079065847419342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/2428079065847419342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-impression-counts.html' title='First Impression Counts'/><author><name>Jenny O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640812309656775359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465570699818019530.post-3980842662608168603</id><published>2008-06-25T18:58:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:45:06.229+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>My first post</title><content type='html'>I thought it would be fitting to get a new blog seeing I'm in another phase/chapter in my life and Eddie raves about blogspot so i thought i'd give it a go. Am still exploring so any suggestions or comments are welcomed. I'm hopeless with computers. Thanks Eddie for helping me out with the design. :)&lt;br /&gt;p/s: it's windy today. wind gusts are over 80km/hr. Brrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465570699818019530-3980842662608168603?l=jen2ying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/feeds/3980842662608168603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465570699818019530&amp;postID=3980842662608168603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/3980842662608168603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465570699818019530/posts/default/3980842662608168603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jen2ying.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-first-post.html' title='My first post'/><author><name>Jenny O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640812309656775359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
