<?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-17711514</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:40:25.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World of My Own</title><subtitle type='html'>by Shasha</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-7576680373710253246</id><published>2007-08-17T04:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T04:27:11.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret</title><content type='html'>I’ve just watched the movie Secret, by Jay Chou just now. Didn’t expect much, at first. If its not because of my colleagues’ &lt;em&gt;semangat yang membara-bara&lt;/em&gt; to watch, I think I would have chosen to watch that rat cartoon instead. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind, cause I’ve no regrets. Wah really nice &lt;em&gt;lo.&lt;/em&gt; It is nothing like what I thought it would be. I love to watch something that I cant predict what will happen next. Hehe. There were however, some parts that i dont really understand. Cant believe Xiao Ying and Soo Soon cried like mad dogs hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if jerk watched, he’ll love it too. He likes that kind of movie. But I’ll never really know&lt;em&gt; la&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. And yes, I know it’s non of my business. So I’m gonna shut up and go to bed now…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17711514-7576680373710253246?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/7576680373710253246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=7576680373710253246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/7576680373710253246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/7576680373710253246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2007/08/secret.html' title='Secret'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-3818359688573805905</id><published>2007-08-17T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T03:43:10.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no title</title><content type='html'>After procrastinating for a thousand years, I’ve finally submitted my application for intermission today. A bit lega jor hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks donk, and sorry that you had to wait for me so long til that weird guy can’t stop staring at you. Hahaha. Only you understand why I cannot walk around uni alone. You see la you’re so important. I think next week you should wait for me outside cause I almost died yesterday, before I saw your donkey face. Luckily I’m not &lt;strong&gt;a bit blind&lt;/strong&gt; like someone right? LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17711514-3818359688573805905?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/3818359688573805905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=3818359688573805905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/3818359688573805905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/3818359688573805905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-title.html' title='no title'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-116749947203843751</id><published>2006-12-31T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T01:24:32.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006 - ending soon..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG 2007 is coming soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;compared to last year end/earlier this year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm now &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;older, poorer, more stupid, less confident, less happy&lt;/span&gt;...and have totally lost &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jerk&lt;/span&gt;. i think i can file for bankruptcy hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aih..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm gonna be &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;20 in less than a month&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...and this may be the worst birthday ever...especially if i still have &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jerk&lt;/span&gt; in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok don't think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hopefully, all the bad things will end together with 2006&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17711514-116749947203843751?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116749947203843751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=116749947203843751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116749947203843751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116749947203843751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/12/2006-ending-soon.html' title='2006 - ending soon..'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-116707314622648658</id><published>2006-12-26T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T02:59:06.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there anything that actually works for this idiot over here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jerk&lt;/span&gt; talked to me today. In msn. He told me time passes very fast. He said he remember when he was in my house last Christmas eve, he took picture of his legs wearing my mother’s heels. I think we named that pic 'sexy legs'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I remember that. I also remember him chasing me around with my comb, trying to comb my hair for me. Oh, if I’m not mistaken, that was the day he gave me that cracked heels cream. How can I forget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent this pathetic Christmas, trying hard to erase last year’s memories. I bet he enjoyed his very much. If I continue to be like this, there are many more extra pathetic days coming soon. His birthday, my birthday, Chinese New Year, Valentines Day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m chatting with yong right now. He said I only ‘fan’ bout love and nothing else. It is never about money or other stuff. Well of course. That is because I only ‘fan’ about stuff that I don’t know how to solve. If I don’t have enough money, I’ll find a way to get it. I’ll get a job, or whatever. I don’t sit down and cry about it. If I have problems with my family, I’ll solve it. If I failed my exams, I’ll do better next time. If I lost something, I look for it. I don’t need to complain to anyone about all these because I can handle them myself. But can anyone teach me how to stop loving someone? How to stop feeling sad? How to forget? Tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They think I didn’t try. They think I’m trying to get him back. Do I need to explain? As if they will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that with a job to keep me busy…I will feel better. Besides that I don’t know what else to do. If pain killers can ease the pain, I will take lots and lots of ‘em. If I can stay alive after being hit by a lorry, but forget everything that happened this year, I will run out right now. If I can turn back time to change something, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha…I better stop before I come up with more nonsense. My uncle just called me the queen of nonsense this afternoon. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas. Though a lil late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17711514-116707314622648658?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116707314622648658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=116707314622648658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116707314622648658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116707314622648658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/12/is-there-anything-that-actually-works.html' title='Is there anything that actually works for this idiot over here?'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-116689941203981761</id><published>2006-12-24T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T02:43:32.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Third day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am…crying. And just now I nearly picked up the phone to call &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jerk&lt;/span&gt;. I even wanted to send him a message when I saw him online. Mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell him about my interview today…I wanna tell him I got a job from a bridal store…I wanna share with him some videos I discovered from youtube last night…I wanna tell him something happened at home today makes me sad…but he wouldn’t be interested anymore, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donk asked me why I am &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;weeping over someone who doesn’t give a damn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to complain that he always make fun of me and laugh at whatever I do or say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I kinda miss that. I miss &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jerk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Darn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17711514-116689941203981761?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116689941203981761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=116689941203981761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116689941203981761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116689941203981761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/12/cry-baby.html' title='Cry baby'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-116681554200034699</id><published>2006-12-23T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T03:25:42.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A.L.I.V.E.</title><content type='html'>Ok this is the second day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...guess what? I'm still alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17711514-116681554200034699?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116681554200034699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=116681554200034699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116681554200034699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116681554200034699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/12/alive.html' title='A.L.I.V.E.'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-116673341355976094</id><published>2006-12-22T04:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T04:36:53.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trying to play sudoku just now but can hardly concentrate. Now I’m sitting here…thinking what productive stuff I have done lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t think of any. I guess I’ve stop functioning for very long. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Besides burying myself in sudoku puzzles, I spent these few days wondering whether &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jerk &lt;/span&gt;will ever come again. I also tried convincing myself that he really means it when he said we are best friends and that he’ll always care. Maybe I should just stop thinking this way. I know I can’t change the fact that he no longer loves me, so I really appreciate our friendship, or whatever ship you call it. And to be more realistic, I know I’m not gonna be a ‘permanent resident’ in his heart. I could be kicked out anytime. That’s why I treasure every single minute we spent together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of him, I put aside all my so-called principles and dignity. I do stuff that do not seem to be right. I let him come and go whenever he wants to. I still talk to him when I promised myself not to. Sometimes, I stupidly offer to buy him supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I feel worthless. ..Or maybe I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn’t mind, because I love him. I love him a lot, until I have nothing left for myself. I know there is no way I can expect the same in return, but I love him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the whole week, after he left my house that day, I have this feeling that he’s already totally bored with me. i'm just something that he can take and throw away anytime. Now I’ve come to a conclusion that…not only he doesn’t care anymore; to him…I’m just an invaluable asset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no. not even qualified to be an asset. More like a liability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not. I’m just a worthless piece of…erm…erm…rubbish? shit? chewing gum? Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna ask or confront him anymore. It will just make me more worthless. I’ll just get lost. Not that it will ever affect him. Maybe that’s what he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can really do it this time. I just survived my first day and it’s killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;p/s: Siang, sorry for dragging you out to yum cha with me and missed your friend’s party. Mafia Boss, thanx for cheering me up by calling me at 3am to talk about shit.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17711514-116673341355976094?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116673341355976094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=116673341355976094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116673341355976094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116673341355976094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-116672204972518057</id><published>2006-12-22T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T01:27:29.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenangan Terindah - Samsons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Aku yang lemah tanpamu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Aku yang rentan karena &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Cinta yang telah hilang darimu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Yang mampu menyanjungku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Selama mata terbuka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Sampai jantung tak berdetak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Selama itupun aku mampu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Tuk mengenangmu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Darimu Kutemukan hidupku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Bagiku Kaulah cinta sejati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila yang tertulis Untukku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Adalah yang terbaik untukmu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Kan ku jadikan kau kenangan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Yang terindah dalam hidupku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Namun takkan mudah bagiku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Meninggalkan jejak hidupku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Yang telah terukir abadi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Sebagai kenagan yang terindah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17711514-116672204972518057?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116672204972518057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=116672204972518057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116672204972518057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116672204972518057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/12/kenangan-terindah-samsons.html' title='Kenangan Terindah - Samsons'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-116647226202818940</id><published>2006-12-19T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T04:04:22.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when ever am i going to wake up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Throughout the whole trip I can’t help wondering how the trip would be if &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Jerk&lt;/span&gt; was there. Haha how pathetic. The first packet of chocolate I bought was for &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Jerk&lt;/span&gt;. Mad &lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt;. Mad. He didn’t even remember that I was going to Langkawi on the 6th. He just didn’t care. Kok Chean was right. He said if I told &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Jerk&lt;/span&gt; I failed my finals, he’d would probably ask why and forget about it. He wouldn’t be interested to know if I’m facing any problem or how this affects me. He will never care. And that was exactly what happened. Haih. &lt;em&gt;Sendiri bodoh lar&lt;/em&gt;. What can I expect from some one who can’t even stay in love with me for more than 3 months? I bet he wouldn’t shed a tear even if &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I got hit by a bus and die tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aiyo&lt;/em&gt; stop complaining &lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt;. Already said wanna love unconditionally so just shut up. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Just accept the fact that you’re nothing to him&lt;/span&gt;. idiot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17711514-116647226202818940?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116647226202818940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=116647226202818940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116647226202818940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116647226202818940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-ever-am-i-going-to-wake-up.html' title='when ever am i going to wake up?'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-116646398113332139</id><published>2006-12-19T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T01:46:21.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Langkawi trip part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/1600/791672/langkawi%20097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/320/286002/langkawi%20097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bus station&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/1600/139812/langkawi%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/320/660891/langkawi%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;last photo before leaving langkasuka&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/1600/975315/20061208004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/320/199397/20061208004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;madness&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/1600/584238/20061208138-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/320/678750/20061208138-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; island hopping. Mr &amp; Mrs Loo with their 4 retarded kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/1600/500196/langkawi%20060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/320/780493/langkawi%20060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;macam orang gila&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/1600/480357/shajia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/320/489529/shajia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jia(left) n me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/1600/79803/langkawi%20150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/320/381655/langkawi%20150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at that hantu behind us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/1600/404009/langkawi%20073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/320/957562/langkawi%20073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 idiots posing again at the balcony&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/1600/395533/langkawi%20049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/320/811246/langkawi%20049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and jia, at the langkasuka beach. Omg my legs are as white as the sand wahahha. Mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/1600/187364/langkawi%20055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/320/830833/langkawi%20055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; adui&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/1600/67890/langkawi%20047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/320/232699/langkawi%20047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wahahaha. Me, jia, boon hui and lionel were playing cards where losers have to drink whatever we pour into the glass. This is how boon hui look like when he had too much whisky. Wahaha&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/1600/304671/langkawi%20182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/320/759442/langkawi%20182.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pintai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/1600/754237/20061207093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/320/897704/20061207093.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cenang beach. From left: putih, sederhana, gelap. Waahahahahaha (soli chai, just kidding)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17711514-116646398113332139?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116646398113332139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=116646398113332139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116646398113332139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116646398113332139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/12/langkawi-trip-part-3.html' title='Langkawi trip part 3'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-116646159418157271</id><published>2006-12-19T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T01:06:34.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Langkawi trip part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/1600/514336/20061207125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="218" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/320/176190/20061207125.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dinner at coco beach restaurant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/1600/376883/20061206037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/320/531671/20061206037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; view from the bridge.by Nicole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/1600/890788/20061206031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/320/75798/20061206031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All 7 of us…on the bridge on top of the hill…after the cable car ride. White t shirt – lionel and siang yeng, and Nicole. Black t-shirt (from left)- jia vern, me, chai hoong, boon hui.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/1600/136783/20061207053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/320/756656/20061207053.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;don't ask me. i don't know either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/1600/353906/langkawi%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/320/713351/langkawi%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;me and jia with mahsuri. I mean her tomb stone &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/1600/503687/langkawi%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/320/870577/langkawi%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;sunset.by jia vern&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17711514-116646159418157271?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116646159418157271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=116646159418157271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116646159418157271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116646159418157271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/12/langkawi-trip-part-2.html' title='Langkawi trip part 2'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-116645824696033308</id><published>2006-12-18T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T00:30:18.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Langkawi trip part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/1600/389634/langkawi%20170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/320/802471/langkawi%20170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my 3 chi mui-s from Cochrane. Yer I hate my hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/1600/602840/langkawi%20162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/320/531840/langkawi%20162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chai, me, jia. Kehitaman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/1600/145204/langkawi%20139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/320/437352/langkawi%20139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hanging in the air&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/1600/533482/langkawi%20158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/320/36978/langkawi%20158.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;view.by jia vern &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/1600/328643/20061206006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/320/352623/20061206006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this is a photo of me (with chai hoong) trying hard not to laugh hahaha. langkawi airport. The first thing I did when I enter the airport was to sit on the trolley and let them push me around. Wahaha. Stupid boon hui tried to drift. Nearly killed me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/1600/195167/langkawi%20102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/320/301614/langkawi%20102.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3 idiots posing in the plane &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/1600/942804/langkawi%20121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/320/745334/langkawi%20121.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;stuff we bought from a duty free shop on the first day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17711514-116645824696033308?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116645824696033308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=116645824696033308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116645824696033308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116645824696033308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/12/langkawi-trip-part-1.html' title='Langkawi trip part 1'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-116629348682202525</id><published>2006-12-17T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T02:44:18.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WANTED! A DONKEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/1600/739115/pic074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7387/1712/320/569190/pic074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Please contact the Tanjung Rambutan Zoo if you see this donkey. Here is some facts bout her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;she's a donkey called Donk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;she's 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;she's mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;she's pintai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;she drives a wira (sometimes there's a cow beside her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;she has no sense of direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;mad is her favourite word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;she's so small size that i think she should buy clothes from kiki lala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;she laugh like a mad woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;she didnt know who stephen fung tak lun is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;she is super 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;her husband is a stone called just blur (LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;she eats grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;she chats with a pathetic pig on msn almost every night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;the nicest thing she has ever done was listening to pig's cnn report about jerk haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;her biggest achivements were reaching my house and klcc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;her biggest failure was failing to guide pig to the 'right path'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;her dream is to take a photo of pig hugging her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;she sleeps with a lizard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;she automatically opens her mouth everytime she sees motorola jerk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;she cries over unimportant stuff haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;she is desperately looking for a horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;she's the nicest n funniest donkey on earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;p/s: donk i know you wanna slap me hahaha...but u &lt;em&gt;sendiri&lt;/em&gt; asked for it LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17711514-116629348682202525?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116629348682202525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=116629348682202525&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116629348682202525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116629348682202525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/12/wanted-donkey.html' title='WANTED! A DONKEY'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-116476520315019138</id><published>2006-11-29T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T10:09:28.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'VE-DECIDED-NOT-TO-HAVE-A-TITLE-4-THIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I’ve always been aware that I’m an idiot in comforting people. I’m just not good at it. When friends cry in front of me…I don’t know how to react. I don’t know what to say. I usually end up keeping quiet. It’s better than saying something wrong and worsen the situation, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I’m just a normal human being, and…ok ok, I’m NOT normal, I’m weird, I’m crazy, I’m mad, I don’t sleep at night and I look like a vampire without make up. But still. I’m still considered in the human category. Ok, cut the crap. The point is, I have weaknesses, and this is just one of them. I just never know what to do when someone cries. My friends know that. And it didn’t bother me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not until I see him cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t describe the feelings, but I feel bad seeing him sad. I feel useless for not able to do or say anything to make him feel better. Maybe he’d think I don’t care. All I did was just sitting there like a stone with blank expression. Mad. Even idiots know stones have no expression. If they have, then they wouldn’t be called stone. Stones are stones. Because all they do is stone. Ok enough of stones. I’m starting to get psycho. I almost forget that I haven’t sleep. I can’t. So continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While stoning, I tried to figure out what is the best thing to say or do, but I can’t decide so I ended up keeping my mouth shut. Every sentence I think of sounds very lame.&lt;br /&gt;Damn I hate myself for being so helpless. If only I know the right thing to say. Arghhh. I shouldn’t be feeling this way. He left me, remember? I should be happy seeing him suffer like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad. Not only I didn’t(does this mean i already &lt;em&gt;berjaya&lt;/em&gt; halfway in my 'mission' to love unconditionally?wahaha). After he left, I even surf yahoo for ‘what to do when your friend cries’ (LOL), but didn’t find anything. I tried to put myself in his shoes. I tried to imagine that if I’m crying, what my family/friends can do to make me feel better. It depends actually. I prefer them to stop commenting or giving advice when I’m crying. I’d like them to hug me…and maybe say something nice. Say something like they’ll always love me no matter what. Or buy me ice-cream. Or do nothing but just be there and show me they care. Haha. How often do I cry in front of them, anyway? If I cry, I usually do it alone…under my blanket. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s me. He may be different. And I can’t possibly go and hug him and say “its ok, don’t be sad, I’ll always love you. I’ll be there for you. You want some ice-cream?”&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I’m still as clueless as ever. He’s crying over another girl, and here I am, feeling bad to see him hurt. Mad. All couples quarrel, ok. It is totally normal. I’m the one who’s not normal. About 10 hours have passed and they’ve probably made up right now, wrapped in each other’s arms, totally forgotten about the incident…but this idiot called Shasha is still awake and blogging about it. Can’t blame me. I was shocked to see him like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s just hope that he’s already ok by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;p/s:to be honest...its not their relationship that i worry about. i just dont want to see   him upset. i care about him, not them. thats kinda selfish, isnt it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17711514-116476520315019138?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116476520315019138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=116476520315019138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116476520315019138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116476520315019138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-decided-not-to-have-title-4-this.html' title='I&apos;VE-DECIDED-NOT-TO-HAVE-A-TITLE-4-THIS'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-116341633856559959</id><published>2006-11-13T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:12:18.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>byebye bumper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just when I thought life is becoming a lil better, it happened. Chai was driving my car that day and I was in the passenger’s seat. It was raining. We were coming out from a junction where many cars double-parked. This car was coming very fast from the left but chai didn’t notice because her view was blocked by those idiots’ double-parking car. I tried to tell her but it was too late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Damn it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went down to take a look. While I was opening the door I secretly wished to find only a lil scratch (&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;which was impossible&lt;/span&gt;). I almost stop breathing when I saw half of the bumper landed on the floor. I don’t know how serious the damage is, but to me, if part of the car is only the floor, it spells &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;t-r-o-u-b-l-e&lt;/span&gt;. I’m not sure how long I stoned there, but I didn’t care because that’s the only thing I felt like doing at that moment. Now that I recall back, when I was standing in the rain, staring blankly at my car…it was like a typical scene from a movie where the actress is having the worst day in her life (&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;minus the background music and make-up&lt;/span&gt;). In my case, it’s not the worst, but ANOTHER bad day I have to face. Stoning there, I had a million things spinning in my head- &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;what and how I’m gonna tell my family? How would they react? How much would it cost? Why do I have to spend money unnecessarily? Am I destined to dry up my mother’s savings and destroy my grandma’s property? Why did this have to happen? Why am I so bad luck? When is this gonna end? What the hell did I do to deserve this? Don’t I have already enough problems? Why am I in such a mess? Can I possibly be dreaming? What do I do now? Can I fix this without spending a single cent? How long do they need to fix it? How am I gonna use the car tomorrow? Who should I call? What are those idiots looking at? Why didn’t the car just bang straight into me? Why the bumper? Why? Just die. Just die right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, everything was settled later. We drove the car to the workshop near my place, and thank god it only cost about 100 bucks and a while to fix. Chai said she’d pay but later my grandma said we’ll pay her back, because it is unfair for her to pay, as she was only driving the car for a while.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What a 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/17711514-116341633856559959?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116341633856559959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=116341633856559959&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116341633856559959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116341633856559959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/11/byebye-bumper.html' title='byebye bumper'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-116262409269132768</id><published>2006-11-04T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T15:08:12.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haih</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I told myself to never ever ask Jerk to fetch me anymore. But I just did yesterday. Not that I had a choice ok. If I drive I would need to spend a fortune parking in…ok shut up. I can take the bus, I can take a cab, I can try to call other people…but I didn’t because I was looking for an excuse to see Jerk. How pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17711514-116262409269132768?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116262409269132768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=116262409269132768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116262409269132768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116262409269132768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/11/haih.html' title='haih'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-116213297087301027</id><published>2006-10-29T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T22:42:50.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be strong</title><content type='html'>About 17 hours ago, you've decided that its time to stop feeling miserable. you've decided to stop forcing yourself. you've decided to learn to love in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;so please be strong and dont turn back. you've survived 17 hours being 'miserable-free'...keep it up. dont start thinking negative. im begging u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17711514-116213297087301027?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116213297087301027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=116213297087301027&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116213297087301027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116213297087301027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/10/be-strong.html' title='be strong'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-116208088666136984</id><published>2006-10-29T07:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T09:07:22.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Jerk the way I love Nic Tse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/1600/18580843222602l.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" height="250" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/18580843222602l.10.jpg" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" height="283" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_477_.7.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;After all the confrontation and stuff, do I still love &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jerk&lt;/span&gt;? Is he still worth my love? Yes, I do. I still love &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jerk&lt;/span&gt;, and I guess I’m not gonna force myself to forget him anymore. I’m gonna learn to love unconditionally. To give without expecting anything in return. There’s no such thing as not worth it. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love is unexplainable&lt;/span&gt;. There is no right. There is no wrong. Love is not like business. Not about earning anything. Love doesn’t necessarily need to be a give-and-take thing. You can give without taking. I don’t need to own him to love him. Because I already have him in my heart, and that’s enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(Funny, I never thought that I would love &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jerk&lt;/span&gt; this much. When I was with Jerk, chai told me that siang n her were afraid that I don’t know how to appreciate &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jerk&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe it’s because how unserious I was towards my relationship with johnwoo and Kelvin. They also said &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jerk&lt;/span&gt; is a good guy and very loyal. Haha. See what happened? Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I think I’ve made up my mind, to stop finding anyone to replace jerk anymore. I know very well that I’m not desperate to have a boyfriend. And I’m not in a hurry to commit myself in another relationship. I was just trying too hard to forget &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jerk&lt;/span&gt;. All these stuff about &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;potential jerk&lt;/span&gt; are all nonsense. No matter how I try, I failed to ‘transfer’ my love to &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;potential jerk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I didn’t choose to love &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jerk&lt;/span&gt;. I don’t wanna love jerk forever, and I believe I won’t. No, I will still love him in future, but it would be another type of love. I call that friendship. Meanwhile, before another jerk step into my life, I’ll just continue to love him. No, no, I’m not gonna try to win him back. I just wanna learn to love in a different way. I don’t wanna constantly be upset over tiny stuff related to him. I don't wanna think about how i should treat him, how to hide my feelings, or how to act normal. I’m tired. I’m very, very tired. I don’t quite remember anymore, how it feels to be happy. Poor Donk. She hasn’t really seen the happy side of me. LOL. Not my fault, donk. You should have known me at least a few months earlier. Yeah, you should have come to talk to me when we were in TBS. Oh, to Boon Kian, the ‘happy-fruit’ will be back. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So, its ok tat I’m a nobody to &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jerk&lt;/span&gt;. Its ok tat I only see him averagely 3 hours a week. Its ok tat he’s not using that teddy wallpaper anymore. It’s ok if he already abandons the white teddy and wet dream pillow case. Its ok tat we don’t chat on the phone anymore. Its ok tat I can’t go for movies with him anymore. Its ok tat I can’t ask him to bring me to fun fair anymore. It’s ok that he never offers to buy me supper anymore. Its ok tat he’ll never appreciate me. It’s ok even if one day, he decides not to come anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I hope I can do it. Haih. I’m so broke that I haven’t buy &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;nic tse’s new album&lt;/span&gt;. Listening to his song from hk radio right now. Yeah, &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;nic tse(1st pic) &lt;/span&gt;is a person I love very, very much. hahaha. I’m mad. He doesn’t even know me. LOL. So what? Why can’t I love him? He’s a normal human too, right? I’ve always thought that my love for &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Nic Tse&lt;/span&gt; is a beautiful thing. I feel happy just by knowing that he is. I never expect to get anything from him. hahaha. I don’t know what type of love is it called. I should love &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jerk&lt;/span&gt; the way I love &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Nic Tse&lt;/span&gt;. Never mind that I’m just holding a supporting role. Doesn’t matter that he doesn’t love me. As long as he’s happy. I’m imagining his happy face right now. (2nd pic)hahaha.I love to see him laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wahaha. OMG &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Shasha&lt;/span&gt; has grown up. See what love can do to a person... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17711514-116208088666136984?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116208088666136984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=116208088666136984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116208088666136984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116208088666136984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/10/love-jerk-way-i-love-nic-tse.html' title='Love Jerk the way I love Nic Tse'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-116206278044318715</id><published>2006-10-29T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T03:13:00.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Donk =  8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Donk is really super 8. she is going to abandon her textbook just to listen to my CNN report. wahahahaha. wahaahhahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17711514-116206278044318715?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116206278044318715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=116206278044318715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116206278044318715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116206278044318715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/10/donk-8.html' title='Donk =  8'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-116205914131482810</id><published>2006-10-29T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T08:44:58.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont-know-what-title</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jerk&lt;/span&gt; came just now. haha. Jian Hui’s gonna slap me. The reason he forced me to confront &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jerk&lt;/span&gt; the other day was to make things clear. To hear/see him say to my face that he doesn’t love me at all. And then get him out of my life. I did ask him stuff like whether he loves me or not. Haha. Not that I don’t know. But I wanna ask for the very last time…so that however he treats me in the future…I won’t stupidly be confused and think that maybe I’m still somebody to him. So, as expected, he said he doesn’t love me at all, not even a lil. He never thinks of me at all when he doesn’t c me. Oh, and he did say stuff like it’s not love, but it’s some kinda ex-gf-plus-best-fren feeling. And he keeps repeating that we are best friends. Hahaha, of course I’m happy that he treats me as a best friend, but Donk was asking, “Best friend where got pintai geh?”&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, not that I can’t accept a casual relationship like this. I don’t mind, just that I was a lil confused, because the jerk that I know will not do this kinda thing to his gf. So I stupidly thought that, haha, like what Donk said, ‘he unconsciously still have me in his heart’. Ok, now we know we’re wrong. Even though I refer him as jerk, I don’t really think he’s a jerk. But usually if u have a girlfriend and you’re still doing stuff with your ex girlfriend, you’re a jerk hahaha. And that makes me a bitch. So what if we’ve been doing this all these while…before he even knew his gf? It doesn’t make me less ‘evil’. Aih. Never thought this would happen to me. Hate myself. At the same time I’m also worried that he’ll never come again. I’m such a bitch. What ever.&lt;br /&gt;I guess he loves his girl friend more than he used to love me. I accidentally saw his hp’s wallpaper just now. Can’t see clearly, because I was standing, and his phone was on the floor. But obviously it’s not the picture of that two bears anymore. I think it’s him and his girlfriend. When we were together, he didn’t put our picture as wallpaper/ msn display pic. Hahaha..i don’t even have a photo taken with him. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;aiyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; what ever lar.&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to kick him out of my life after he said he doesn’t love me. yeah that was what I was told to do. But cannot &lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt;. I can’t &lt;em&gt;putuskan hubungan&lt;/em&gt; with him. I still want this friendship. And it’s really not his fault that I still love him &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(ok im so cheung hei.i said this a million times)&lt;/span&gt;. I just need to keep reminding myself that I mean nothing to him. ok why am I still saying this, even after he said we’re best friends? Even after he said I’m the female friend that he cares the most?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know. I just think that he’s abusing this best friend thingy. I think we WERE best friends before he fell in love with me. That’s when I really share almost everything with him. We went to fun fair together, we talked on the phone, sometimes we have supper together, etc. now we don’t talk anymore. I can’t remember the last time he called me to chat. I don’t call him because the last 2 times I called, he wasn’t free. I’m not sure, maybe he didn’t wanna talk to me. So I told myself not to call him anymore. I honestly believe that I’m something that he doesn’t mind having, but it’s ok not to have it either. I’m just a supporting role in his life. Best friend? Bull shit. Anyway, it’s ok because I’m beginning to care less about those stuff. Best friend, normal friend, good friend, ex-girlfriend, what difference does it make?&lt;br /&gt;He said I don’t tell him a thing anymore. It’s true; it’s my fault that we don’t share everything anymore. But how to share if most of the time he’s the reason I feel upset? how am I suppose to let him see this blog, if most of the stuff I write is about how miserable he makes me feel? He was looking at my browsing my laptop just now and discovered my blog. He saw the post about potential jerk. He asked me who is he, do I like him, and did he hurt me. wahahaha. Very funny. If only I love &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;potential jerk&lt;/span&gt;, or if only &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;potential jerk&lt;/span&gt; is the one who hurts me, I would feel much happier now. But no, til now, &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jerk &lt;/span&gt;is the only guy that has the ability to hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aiyo&lt;/em&gt; this post is so long. forgot wat else to write. bye for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17711514-116205914131482810?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116205914131482810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=116205914131482810&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116205914131482810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116205914131482810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/10/dont-know-what-title.html' title='dont-know-what-title'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-116205716462092534</id><published>2006-10-29T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T01:39:24.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing, testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;esther said cant post. arlalalala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17711514-116205716462092534?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116205716462092534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=116205716462092534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116205716462092534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116205716462092534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/10/testing-testing.html' title='Testing, testing'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-116187774953719345</id><published>2006-10-26T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T23:49:09.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LA LA LA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok ok going to continue marketing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;RIGHT NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17711514-116187774953719345?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116187774953719345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=116187774953719345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116187774953719345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116187774953719345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/10/la-la-la.html' title='LA LA LA'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-116187744982035175</id><published>2006-10-26T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T23:45:57.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just wait a lil while more</title><content type='html'>For a while...i was feeling kinda happy. chatted with that &lt;em&gt;soh poh&lt;/em&gt; esther just now hahaha. and donk too. cant wait for the exams to be over. cant wait for all these mess to be over. after exam, i'll sleep for as long as i want, watch lots n lots of tv series, travel, &lt;em&gt;lepak&lt;/em&gt; with gsy in decanter too, lepak in bestari, go out with pohlin n tfy, go out with donk and moo, find esther, meet frens from tbf, yum cha with chai n others, yum cha with those crazy ppl form 5 ikhlas...and the list goes on hahaha.memang &lt;em&gt;kaki lepak&lt;/em&gt; wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;wanna make myself busy. forget &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;jerk&lt;/span&gt;. really really forget &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;jerk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i dont need him to have supper with me. i dont need him to watch movies with me. i dont need him to hug me when im sleeping. i dont need him to cheer me up when im down. i dont need him to share my problems with me. i dont need him to come to my house. i dont need him to talk to me. i dont need to to care for me. I DONT NEED HIM!!! not anymore. (&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;wahaha if only its so easy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pls get &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;jerk &lt;/span&gt;out of your head and stuff some marketing stuff in. everything is gonna be over soon. and make sure its really over. wahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17711514-116187744982035175?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116187744982035175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=116187744982035175&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116187744982035175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116187744982035175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-wait-lil-while-more.html' title='just wait a lil while more'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-116187463234585973</id><published>2006-10-26T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T22:58:44.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I THINK I &lt;strong&gt;LOST MY SOUL. &lt;/strong&gt;COME BACK LER..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17711514-116187463234585973?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116187463234585973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=116187463234585973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116187463234585973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116187463234585973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/10/lost.html' title='LOST'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=116161375696053354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116161375696053354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116161375696053354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/10/dia-datang.html' title='DIA DATANG!!!'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-116154922305287500</id><published>2006-10-23T04:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T04:33:43.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potential Jerk's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Potential Jerk's birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. hahahahaha. not only him. many of my friends' birthdays fall on these few days. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yer if only i can meet potential jerk today...or if only i went to Ruum Jungle with GSY just now...then &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jerk&lt;/span&gt; wouldnt have the chance to &lt;em&gt;sakitkan my hati&lt;/em&gt; and make me feel worthless. ok dont think. hahahahaha i wonder how's potential jerk celebrating his birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p/s: Potential Jerk is erm...some one that has the potential to be a jerk. hahaha. ok ok..he's some one that may replace &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jerk&lt;/span&gt;'s position in my heart. i wish. haih God bless me &lt;em&gt;lar &lt;/em&gt;(LOL). If only it is so easy to fall in love again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17711514-116154922305287500?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116154922305287500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=116154922305287500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116154922305287500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116154922305287500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/10/potential-jerks-birthday.html' title='Potential Jerk&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-116154784839188997</id><published>2006-10-23T04:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T04:10:48.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing, nobody</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Right now, at this moment, I feel that I’m nothing to &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jerk.&lt;/span&gt; I’m stupid. Full stop&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17711514-116154784839188997?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116154784839188997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=116154784839188997&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116154784839188997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116154784839188997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/10/nothing-nobody.html' title='nothing, nobody'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-116150719309235380</id><published>2006-10-22T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T16:53:13.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STUDY STUDY STUDY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I need motivation to study. hahaha. STOP SLEEPING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17711514-116150719309235380?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116150719309235380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=116150719309235380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116150719309235380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116150719309235380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/10/study-study-study.html' title='STUDY STUDY STUDY'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-116150673682540173</id><published>2006-10-22T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T16:45:36.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How deep is your love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My family always thinks that Jerk and I are still together, and I’m tired of explaining. Can’t blame them. Sometimes I’m a lil confused too; by the way he treats me. I believe &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jerk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; loves me. I really do. Call me stupid, call me naïve, -&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;yes, yes, maybe I mean nothing to him anymore&lt;/span&gt;- but I honestly feel that he does&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(despite constantly reminding myself that he doesn’t)&lt;/span&gt; He loves me. He loves me more than a normal friend does. Just that he doesn’t love me enough to make me his girlfriend (again). He doesn’t love me enough to stop hurting me. Yeah, already enough reasons for me to kick him out of my life right? Obviously I didn’t. I didn’t because I love him too much. I love him more than I should. But not enough for me to let go. My friend once told me that if you love someone deeply, you’d be happy just by knowing that he is. I guess I’m not there yet. Because it hurts me, knowing that he’s with someone else. I guess he loves the girl, I mean his girlfriend, a lot too. But his love for her isn’t enough to stop him from still having me floating in his head. It isn’t enough to stop him to come looking for me. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe not. Whatever it is, I know I should move on. Enough of being confused over what’s in his mind. It doesn’t matter anymore. So what if he still cares about me? So what if he still have me in his heart? I should very well know that I’m not his girlfriend anymore, someone else is. I should also know that he will never learn to appreciate me, because I’m &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; here when he needs me. I don’t deserve to be treated like this, I know that. But I’m still not strong enough to leave everything behind. Friends are disappointed, as I’m not half as strong as I used to be. I guess &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jerk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is right. I don’t love myself &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;(he said that when he knew I got drunk outside).&lt;/span&gt; I don’t love myself enough to protect myself from getting hurt. I don’t know how to explain why I feel he’s still in love with me. As I said, I may be wrong, but I know him very, very well, and sometimes there are many things that I know, without him telling me. In this case, he made me feel that he loves me, but not much. Again, I’m not confident &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;(simply because I have 0 confidence),&lt;/span&gt; and it doesn’t make any difference &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;(anymore).&lt;/span&gt; He belongs to someone else now. So there you go. That proves that my brain is still functioning. I’m still able to think logic. I just need more strength for me to stand up. Let us just be good/best friends...like the way we used to be before falling in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17711514-116150673682540173?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116150673682540173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=116150673682540173&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116150673682540173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116150673682540173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-deep-is-your-love.html' title='How deep is your love?'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-116146343065761438</id><published>2006-10-22T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T05:22:40.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends, Family, Baskin Robbin, and Jerk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went out with my 3 best frens(GSY AKA KIMMY, TFY AKA MICHELLE, POHLIN) from primary school the other day. Didn’t feel like going at first (lazy &lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt; hahaha…finals coming but haven’t study)…but I glad I did. It has been a year since the 4 of us hang out together. It’s not easy you know. One in Cheras, one in Subang, one in Cyberjaya, and the other one in Hartamas/Damansara. Ok we are not that far away from each other actually ( Cheras to cyber 45 mins, cheras to subang-20 mins, cheras to hartamas-30mins), but susah &lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt; sometimes. Transport problem, time problem, money problem, wahahaha. By the way, I think we had a great time at Bestari (my favourite mamak lol)…eating…talking…and laughing til 5.30am. I wish I could do that everyday. Don’t need to worry about going home, don’t need to worry about going to classes, going to bed, exams, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;jerk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cannot cannot&lt;/em&gt;…after finals we must go somewhere together. &lt;em&gt;Go where go where&lt;/em&gt;? Let’s just drive to Genting hahaha. Or Raub. Yeah can’t wait for 2nd of Nov to come. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. Excuse me; you think you’ve studied enough izzit? So excited for what? Wahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok…let’s not talk about the finals first. I’ll study after I finished this ok? Promise. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Bought my &lt;em&gt;baju raya&lt;/em&gt; (thanx uncle cliff!!!) and went out for dinner with my family today. Two members were missing though. My mum(working) and my younger bro(this one is really missing lol. god knows what he’s doing in Penang). After dinner, Uncle Cliff and Joshua went to the barber’s shop for a haircut but were disappointed. Hahahahaha. &lt;em&gt;Apa lar&lt;/em&gt;…Deepavali where &lt;em&gt;got&lt;/em&gt; open? Mad.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, all of them went to my place to hang out for a while. we were talking, laughing, making fun of each other(today’s major issue was how short I am), and eating. We don’t get to do this very often. Usually only happens on Chinese new year. I love it when my family get together. We are very loud you know. When we start talking and laughing…plus the noises from the television and those 2 mad kids (haha they are really mad ok. mad but cute) screaming…the building can really collapse hahaha. Oh, we had Auntie Annes and Baskin Robbin (my favourite, or izzit still?) for dessert. It’s not important, but baskin robbin reminds me of Jerk. Reminds me of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jerk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when he bought me baskin robbin to cheer me up. I think he was very sweet when he delivered baskin robbin to my house, when he knew I wasn’t around. I think he was sweet when he suddenly flew off to buy baskin robbin for me when we were eating in kfc with yong, cc, and jiavern. Oh, this one was because he made me upset haha. We even had baskin robbin on Valentine’s day (in the car)…when we were on the way to Ikea. Ok, ya we’re mad. We went &lt;em&gt;hang kai&lt;/em&gt; in Ikea on Valentine’s Day. Wahahaha. And I can’t believe he doesn’t like strawberry cheesecake. It’s my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’ve been avoiding baskin robbin since we broke up. Hahaha. Ok I know I’m mad. When I saw my ah Yee at the door, holding that baskin robbin box, I tell u, I can see &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jerk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;’s face on the box hahaha. Ok drop it. Don’t think about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jerk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;lar, aiyo&lt;/em&gt;. Maybe he’s happily eating baskin robbin with the girl, no, his girlfriend right now. Mad, it’s almost 4am. Hahaha. Maybe she hates strawberry cheesecake too. So that they can form an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;anti-strawberry cheesecake club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; together. Ok what the hell am I talking about? HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Haih…I don’t get it…I have friends…I have family…they are all wonderful people and I love them very, very much. So why do I still need &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jerk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17711514-116146343065761438?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116146343065761438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=116146343065761438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116146343065761438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116146343065761438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/10/friends-family-baskin-robbin-and-jerk.html' title='Friends, Family, Baskin Robbin, and Jerk'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-116033962138803070</id><published>2006-10-09T04:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T04:52:03.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated B'day to Edison n Uncle Cliff =p</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/1600/Picture_038.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Picture_038.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;CLIFF N JOANNA, MY UNCLE N AH YEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/1600/Picture_050.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Picture_050.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; UNCLE CLIFF, AH YEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/1600/Picture_043.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Picture_043.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;UNCLE CLIFF N AH YEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/1600/34903014548360l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/34903014548360l.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;-&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;EDISON CHEN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh talking about birthday…wanna wish Happy Belated Birthday to Edison Chen and Uncle Cliff, my erm…uncle, obviously. Both Oct 7. Love both of you!!! LOL. Especially Uncle Cliff…I will never forget how nice you were…driving all the way to the highway to save me when I ran out of petrol, before you even sempat to buka puasa. Hahaha. Thanx so so so much and really appreciate that you didn’t tell mummy and popo(grandma) about that incident ( they would freak out). Again, happy birthday…and erm…live happily ever after with my ah yee (mother’s sister). Wahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17711514-116033962138803070?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116033962138803070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=116033962138803070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116033962138803070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116033962138803070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-belated-bday-to-edison-n-uncle.html' title='Happy Belated B&apos;day to Edison n Uncle Cliff =p'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-116033829511026107</id><published>2006-10-09T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:01:35.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9TH OCT- TAN JIA VERN'S BDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/1600/siangbday%20034.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/siangbday%20034.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/1600/siangbday%20025.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/siangbday%20025.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/1600/24710778731600l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/24710778731600l.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/1600/24711442542130l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/24711442542130l.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, 9th of Oct is one of my best friends’ 19th birthday. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Above are some photos taken with her and other friends. Btw, she's Jia Vern. I prefer to call her tan jia. lol. &lt;/span&gt;We were friends since form 1, together with Siang Yeng, Chai Hoong, and Chiu Khuk. The first one is a photo of me(right) and tan jia. look at my stupid dull hair n sleepy eyes haha. 2nd photo is from left-chai, siang, jia, n me(taken on siang's bday in june). 3rd photo was taken in jia's room earlier this year, with mafia boss, and the last photo is, well, obviously me n her. I’m feeling kinda &lt;em&gt;serba salah&lt;/em&gt; now because I’m super broke right now, and I’m always broke when her birthday arrives. I have less than 100 bucks to survive for this month so I don’t know what to do. It didn’t help that siang and chai did not seem to take any initiative to do anything. ok maybe they are doing something bout it now, but i dont know. hahaha. i believe they DO remember her bday. Anyway, who am I to judge them? For a while, I thought her birthday was on the 10th, until I spoke to Mafia Boss. She’s upset because she has waited for the whole Sunday for us to ask her out…and I only did right after she agreed to go out with her UTAR friends. Now, I already promised to meet her on Tuesday, but I don’t have enough money for a gift, have no idea how to celebrate with her, and still not sure whether those two can make it or not. Ok I’m really a horrible friend. She and I have differences but we’re still good friends. And she never forgets my birthday. Adui. Dilemma…&lt;br /&gt;Jia Vern, if you ever see this...i'm so sorry for being broke on your birthdayS and almost wishing you happy bday on the 10th. dont know if this would make u feel better-&gt; i was almost as broke as i m now during siang's bday LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17711514-116033829511026107?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116033829511026107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=116033829511026107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116033829511026107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116033829511026107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/10/9th-oct-tan-jia-verns-bday.html' title='9TH OCT- TAN JIA VERN&apos;S BDAY'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-116033190164949223</id><published>2006-10-09T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T02:37:02.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is Jerk?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/1600/hk%20136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/hk%20136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wondering what is &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;jerk&lt;/span&gt; doing and where is he now. probably sleeping, right? he has morning class tomorrow. ok this is sooo non of my business. &lt;strong&gt;STOP THINKING ABOUT JERK PLS.&lt;/strong&gt; Why care so much? maybe he's at the girl's house rite now. if he can go to my house, he can go to hers too. wait, wait. 'the girl' is now his girlfriend ok. WAKE UP!!! i know, i know its over. i'm in the process of 'forgetting'. wahahaha. donk is gonna slap me now. lets go n concentrate chattin with donk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p/s: donk is a donkey that i met in monash, together with moo(the cow). they r my best frens (besides esther, and yee leng, which i have not met for very, very long)in uni.haha. by the way, i'm the pig lol. above is a pic of me hugging donk wahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17711514-116033190164949223?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116033190164949223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=116033190164949223&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116033190164949223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116033190164949223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/10/where-is-jerk.html' title='Where is Jerk?'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-116031503985882693</id><published>2006-10-08T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T04:47:56.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faculty of Prinsip sudah di-hijacked</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; think I feel better now, after ‘suffering’ for a few days. I was pretty upset when &lt;strong&gt;jerk&lt;/strong&gt; (the guy I mentioned in the previous post. me n &lt;strong&gt;donk&lt;/strong&gt; refer him as jerk. no particular reason, we call everyone jerk hehe) told me he couldn’t go to Langkawi with us. Apparently his girlfriend didn’t like it, because I’m gonna be there. Ok, can’t blame her; how many girls would allow their boyfriend to go on a trip with his ex girlfriend? The reason I was so upset wasn’t really because of the fact that he’s not going, I was upset because I was frustrated with myself. We’ve already broken up for a few months now, and our story never seems to end. And it’s not his fault. Til now, I still don’t know how to reject him. I’m afraid of being rejected, that’s why I seldom approach him first in msn, invite him to my house, etc. I try not too. But every time he approaches me in msn while I’m doing assignment, I’d chat with him anyway. If he wants to come over, I’d try to make myself free. By doing this I’m just exposing myself to possibilities of getting hurt (lol is this sentence correct or not? don’t care lar haha). Why? Sometimes, he disappears after chatting for a few minutes, or he takes centuries to reply, because he’s busy playing games. Or he would ‘fong fei kei’ when he promises to come over. He always leaves me feeling like an idiot ok. I mean, I wasn’t even free in the first place. Where are all my principles? Where? I should have said ‘no’, or ‘cannot’, but instead I give him chances to ditch me. Same goes for the Langkawi trip. The day he told me they already started, I was upset. Worrying about me, Siang and Chai suggested we leave him out of the trip. Not to sabotage him, but they’re afraid that I wouldn’t enjoy the trip with him around. I didn’t listen. To me, this would just make things uglier. After all, we are still friends, and it’s not his fault that I’m still in love with him. Most importantly, we already invited him earlier. How would he feel if he finds out his friends leave him out of the plan? I don’t know how excited he is to go on a trip with us…maybe not at all. He is probably not interested to go with us anymore. But it doesn’t matter. We already did our part by asking him to come along; the rest is up to him, right? That’s what I thought. So &lt;em&gt;mati-mati pun&lt;/em&gt; I wanna follow the original plan. Care so much about his feelings til I risked having him say ‘no’ to me. In conclusion, as usual, he said ok in the beginning and ditch us when we needed to confirm. Ya, &lt;em&gt;wanna jaga perasaan orang lain,&lt;/em&gt; but &lt;em&gt;perasaan sendiri tak terjaga&lt;/em&gt;. I said to myself, “why the hell are you so upset? Didn’t you see this coming?”&lt;br /&gt;Adui. What happened to all my prinsip? And the worst part is I don’t have the rights to be upset or mad at him. Who am I to be mad? I’m just the ‘best friend’. Who cares?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17711514-116031503985882693?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116031503985882693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=116031503985882693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116031503985882693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116031503985882693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/10/faculty-of-prinsip-sudah-di-hijacked.html' title='Faculty of Prinsip sudah di-hijacked'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-116008310908966435</id><published>2006-10-06T05:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T02:02:50.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My last name is idiot</title><content type='html'>Is idiot my last name? Why do I keep doing things that don’t make sense? Why do I keep repeating the same mistakes? Why am I constantly feeling upset about things that are not suppose to be important? What is wrong with me? I’ve always considered myself as decent person. I make mistakes, but I don’t steal, I don’t rob, I don’t kill, I don’t go around cursing other people’s family. I’m not an angel, but I think I can say that I’ve done an average, if not more, amount of good deeds in life. So where did I go wrong? What the hell did I do wrong? Falling in love? With the first guy that I love with my whole heart? Why in the world that of all people…it has to be him? Why? Why is he so important to me? Why is my world upside down after losing him? He’s just a guy, for god sake. And I let myself drown a million times because of him. Because he doesn’t love me anymore. I can’t describe how ashamed I feel of myself, when I think of the tears I’ve wasted, and the time I’ve wasted feeling sad and depressed. And how would my mother feel if she finds out that her daughter, who is supposedly ‘strong’, is still depressed over the same person, after all that has happened? All these while I thought I was a strong person. I thought I could handle all challenges in life. I went through things that normal kids don’t. I wasn’t born ‘perfect’. I grew up in a family where the members spent times killing each other. I don’t remember the feeling of having a father. In my whole life, I have these morons haunting me &amp;amp; my family, telling me what I should believe, and what I should do. I didn’t let that bother me. I thought it made me more matured and sensible. But now, I just feel like a useless piece of shit. What is the matter with me? Why is my brain full of negativity? What happened to my ability to think sensibly? Is this me? Is this really me? Is my mind now being controlled by some kinda ghost? Or did I knock my head a few months ago? Did someone curse me? Or was I born idiot, but too idiot to realize it…til now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17711514-116008310908966435?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/116008310908966435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=116008310908966435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116008310908966435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/116008310908966435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-last-name-is-idiot.html' title='My last name is idiot'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17711514.post-112901652610720386</id><published>2005-10-11T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T02:04:37.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird</title><content type='html'>Hv you ever feel very lonely all of the suuden even though you have a lot of friends?Well,that's exactly how i feel right now.Nothing really happen though,i just suddenly have this feeling that im all alone living in a world of my own.Weird,because im usually kind of a happy person.And i love hanging out with my good friends.These few days,i just wanna shut myself out of the rest of the world.and if possible,leave this place for a while.I wish i could,but unfortunately i have to attend classes.&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago,i missed my good friend's bday party.That's a big deal for me,as my friends are very important to me and im always there to celebrate their bdays.but that day i felt very depressed(im not sure whether this is the right word to describe) and i didnt want to see anyone. plus i originally had planned to leave town, but the trip was cancelled last minute. i still feel kinda guilty,and some other friends must have said something bad about me for missing the party.but there is nothing i can do coz i cant explain to everyone about everything i do.haih...still feel like going away for a while...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17711514-112901652610720386?l=shasha-whatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/feeds/112901652610720386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17711514&amp;postID=112901652610720386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/112901652610720386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17711514/posts/default/112901652610720386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shasha-whatever.blogspot.com/2005/10/weird.html' title='weird'/><author><name>sha_jadebutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105623828069805450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1712/320/Image_308_.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
