<?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-3639628074662099218</id><updated>2012-01-29T11:52:54.162-08:00</updated><category term='New York'/><category term='determination'/><category term='recession'/><category term='news'/><category term='confidence'/><category term='Top Ten Hate List'/><category term='Malaysia Day'/><category term='courage'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Sleep deprivation'/><category term='Nadal'/><category term='global crisis'/><category term='summer'/><category term='car for sale'/><category term='jobs'/><category term='What Is Love'/><category term='Australia VS Malaysia'/><category term='journalist'/><category term='persistence'/><category term='Justin Lo'/><category term='alcohol consumption'/><category term='Story Book'/><category term='blinking eye syndrome'/><category term='writing'/><category term='journalism'/><title type='text'>Jaslyn Tells</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-8476267717045184263</id><published>2012-01-29T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T11:52:54.177-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nadal'/><title type='text'>Poor Nadal :(</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I last posted a blog entry. Sorry, dearest bloggie, I must have been too busy working to have abandoned you :(. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here goes nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched the Australian Open match: Djokovic vs Nadal, yesterday night. Didn't get to see the whole match, as the match lasted for 5 hours plus and I needed to catch my sleep for work the next day. Read SMH.com.au this morning only to discover that my favourite tennis player, Nadal lost :(. And I thought Nadal would win as he led out with 5-7.  It seems as if all my tennis players are going second ... first, Sharapova and second, Nadal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still was a good game though. I love the intensity and competitiveness. Furthermore, they both played good. Djokovic is tall and had strengths. Furthermore, Djokovic has been ranked the no 1 player for awhile now. Poor Nadal. I guess he'll have to wait for next year's Australian Open to get his feet back on the championship road again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: I still prefer Nadal to Djokovic though haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-8476267717045184263?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/8476267717045184263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2012/01/poor-nadal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/8476267717045184263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/8476267717045184263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2012/01/poor-nadal.html' title='Poor Nadal :('/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-3395461991980203975</id><published>2011-02-17T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T06:16:32.887-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep deprivation'/><title type='text'>Sleep deprivation</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to figure out why I haven't been able to sleep early? This is such an unhealthy routine that I believe that I deserve to know why and what can be done to stop this. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason why would be because I've been sleeping to as late as 4 in the morning for the past one month. My body sort of followed this routine, for I had cultivated this sleeping late routine for about a month. It's hard to get used to sleeping late. At least, I'm seeping at 2am every night. That sort of gave me some relief. However, I would still want to train myself on sleeping at 11pm every night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are strengths and weaknesses to this routine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The strengths would be ... I would be able to do more things such as read more books and apply for jobs. Yes, I'm still jobless. It's pretty difficult to get a job now. Especially when I have no experience. However, I would be volunteering for Mission Australia under the Marketings, Branding and Communication team. That's a start. At least, I'm doing something. I might get a part time job too, just till I get a full time job that pays. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok back to the weaknesses of sleep deprivation. The weaknesses would be ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I would grow weaker later on, especially when Period Menstruation comes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Stress and anxious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I may get angry, irritable and depressed. All these are able to cause relationship and social problems.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Lack of focus and difficulty in concentrating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Short term memory loss. I have good memory and if I ever go through short term memory loss, that would be horrible. I would be cracking my head till I have a migraine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Suppression of the immune system. I may get more colds and flu, and possibly a bad fever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to do something about this. The weaknesses are frightening me. It's scary and freaky. I need to try to sleep, even if I toss around for an hour, which I tend to do lately. I need to get my feet back on the ground. It's time to be serious. There's lots to do at this point of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck. To all of you who have sleep deprivation, try sleeping. Try taking this vitamin called Sweddish Bitter before sleeping. It helps. Maybe I should take it now too. And remember, sleeping pills do not help. It only causes more problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then, too loos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-3395461991980203975?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/3395461991980203975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2011/02/sleep-deprivation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/3395461991980203975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/3395461991980203975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2011/02/sleep-deprivation.html' title='Sleep deprivation'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-1540090527308634478</id><published>2011-01-04T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T22:35:06.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recently ...</title><content type='html'>Recently, I've been going out almost everyday, meeting up with different groups of friends. It's been fun and entertaining. My friends are keeping me busy and so are my family members, both close and extended. It's a pity though that I won't be spending Chinese New Year here and receive the ang pows I deserve. Gosh, I'm gonna miss the festive season full of joy and love. And not forgetting the food only served on Chinese New Year. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have about eight days left till I fly back to Australia. There's much to do once I return. Get a job!!! Seriously, I need a job. I can't lie around doing nothing anymore. This routine has to stop this instant. It has to be productive, rather than lazying around. It's about time. I've been studying for awhile now. Time to earn some money and save 'em all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, I would be looking forward to more sweet memories with someone called D :). And I know he would too. We've been apart for about three weeks now and it feels like time is flying far too slow. When we're together, time flies faster. When we're apart, time flies too slow. I wonder why though. But, I guess this just makes our relationship stronger and stronger :). Another week to go sweetie :). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that sums my update for the day. Looking forward to see my cousin, Alison, her husband, Genard and her son, Nathan, who is also my nephew ;). Too loos all. Till next time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-1540090527308634478?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/1540090527308634478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2011/01/recently.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/1540090527308634478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/1540090527308634478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2011/01/recently.html' title='Recently ...'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-234396448730452806</id><published>2010-12-24T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T08:40:22.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing You On Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>Blessed Christmas to all. How did you spend your Christmas? As for me, I spent Christmas eve with my family at church. There were fantastic performances such as hip hop dances and contemporary dances, singing, as well as a drama play, and of course, not forgetting the awesome sermon given by our senior Pastor, Pastor Joshua :). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an awesome and fantastic Christmas celebration. Managed to say a quick hello to a couple of my church buddies. It's been awhile!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, although I enjoyed the Christmas celebration at church, whereby it has filled me with joy and laughter, as I was walking down to the Basement to my Dad's car, thoughts started to run through my mind. "I miss my boyfriend so much". The more these thoughts start to run, the more I want to fly back to Australia. God knows how much I want to be with him at this very moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your smile, your laughter, your voice, your hugs, your kisses, your presence, your stories ... I miss them all. Maybe cause it's Christmas and that's why I miss him so much. Hmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you dear. 19 days left to go till I'm back in your arms =). Awaiting that moment ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-234396448730452806?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/234396448730452806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/12/missing-you-on-christmas-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/234396448730452806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/234396448730452806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/12/missing-you-on-christmas-day.html' title='Missing You On Christmas Day'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-3464331519887498192</id><published>2010-12-23T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T01:39:16.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Malaysia</title><content type='html'>Hola blog, it's been awhile since I last posted an entry. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After months of waiting, I'm finally back in Malaysia. I've been eating a lot of Malaysian food delicacies. Delicacies like Rojak, Tosai, Roti Canai, Pan Mee, Yee Mee,  Cendol, Egg Tarts, Chee Cheong Fan and etc etc etc. More to come in days to come. Gosh, by the time I fly back to Australia, I'll be fat as a pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I've been spending time with my family, extended family and friends. Mostly mainly eating and catching up. It's been great catching up. Besides, I only come back to Malaysia once a year. I must enjoy this one-month vacation while I still can. There's nothing like home, it's the best place to be. Besides, I was bred here and I grew up here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, not to forget that one last thing ... shopping. It was great shopping, but so far, I've only managed to buy working clothes. I have yet to buy casual clothes for myself. Sigh, I doubt if I would ever find 'em. I'm really picky when it comes to clothes. I must look good in it; e.g. the right design and the right color. Oh well, I still have 3 long weeks left :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sums it all. My perfect long vacation. I've only been back for about a week and a half. There's more pleasure and enjoyment to come :). Too loos for now. Till next time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-3464331519887498192?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/3464331519887498192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-malaysia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/3464331519887498192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/3464331519887498192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-malaysia.html' title='Hello Malaysia'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-210792234243721407</id><published>2010-11-05T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T17:33:05.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leonardo The Genius</title><content type='html'>After watching the documentary about Leonardo Da Vinci produced by BBC, I officially declare Leonardo as a talented and intelligent individual who deserves all admiration and praise. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leonardo di ser Piero da Vinci (April 15, 1452 - May 2, 1519) was an Italian polymath; a painter, a sculptor, an architect, a musician, a scientist, a mathematician, an engineer, an inventor, an anatomist, a geologist, a cartographer, a botanist and a writer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stand in awe of his inventions, his achievements, his productions. Inventions like musical instruments, hydraulic pumps, reversible crank mechanisms, finned mortar shells, a steam cannon, a flying machine, a diving suit, and the list goes on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What has drawn me most to Leonardo's works is the famous Mona Lisa painting. No one was able to figure out who the woman in the painting was, till 500 years later, whereby the woman in the painting was a housewife selected by Leonardo himself to be part of his painting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm amazed as well with how he was able to do things backwards; for example, writing backwards. How is one able to write backwards? I'm enthralled by it all!!! Moreover, his inventions seem to have a hidden secret to make it work. Just by watching the documentary itself has made me realise that Leonardo was truly a genius. He wanted to keep his inventions and his productions unique. He was smart enough to hide the secret ingredients required to make his inventions or productions work from the public, as he did not want them to make money out of his inventions or productions without giving him credit, more like protecting his copyright. It all remains a mystery, only God knows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-210792234243721407?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/210792234243721407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/11/leonardo-genius.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/210792234243721407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/210792234243721407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/11/leonardo-genius.html' title='Leonardo The Genius'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-5922254536669184613</id><published>2010-10-28T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T22:36:05.331-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Writing is fascinating ...</title><content type='html'>Writing, why is writing so essential to me? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing allows me to express my feelings through a paper. It would be a missing piece from a puzzle if writing did not exist. Generally, it makes me happy and I could simply write all day long. I could simply write a book out of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rather than speaking to yourself, save your breath from talking. Wouldn't writing save you from losing your voice? You wouldn't want to be voiceless, would you? It's a matter of choosing your options wisely. Besides, you could easily make money through writing. Take Dan Brown as an example, his writing has given him hefty royalties. Sure, it would take forever to finish writing a book. Nonetheless, it would bring a much more positive outcome once it's done ... rewards. You wouldn't have to go to work for years. The money you earn from writing a book would be sufficient for you to survive for a couple of years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to writing ... I've always been a writer, even as a kid. I remember myself always writing poetries and short stories during my recess periods in school. Somehow, it relieved my boredom to some point. It had me thinking and doing something productive. Writing is my passion and my life. I could never survive without writing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know about you. You may have a different point of view. This is only my personal opinion. There's no right or wrong, it depends on each individual's interests. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-5922254536669184613?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/5922254536669184613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/10/writing-is-fascinating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/5922254536669184613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/5922254536669184613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/10/writing-is-fascinating.html' title='Writing is fascinating ...'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-3695207306208631735</id><published>2010-10-14T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:30:20.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Dilemma</title><content type='html'>I need a job desperately. It's about time I landed myself in a job. It's about time I started working, where I am able to practice the knowledge and skills I have acquired from university. I know it takes time; at least 6 months, in order to get a job, especially since I am a fresh graduate and with no experience; except for short internships. These two internships are not sufficient for me to get a job. I need at least one year experience. My two internships were done in a duration of a month or two. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, I need to persist. I must not give up in times like these, for I trust the Lord, Jehovah Jireh, for he is the Lord who provideth Thee. I know that he would give me whatever my heart desires in his own timing, for he knows when would be the right time when I would be ready to start working. In short, the Lord gives it to us in HIS own season of timing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides, it is pretty competitive in Sydney, the big city, where the corporate world is pretty massive. Moreover, everyone wants to work in Sydney, where you are able to earn the big bucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's better this way. Besides, I'm going back to Malaysia for a month to spend some time with my family and friends. It'd be better to find a job after I come back in January. There would be more job opportunities then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have faith in the Lord. I know he would give me the job I desire, that he deems suitable for me. AMEN!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-3695207306208631735?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/3695207306208631735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/10/job-dilemma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/3695207306208631735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/3695207306208631735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/10/job-dilemma.html' title='Job Dilemma'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-8673233951413330082</id><published>2010-09-20T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T19:46:48.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute For Mama</title><content type='html'>My grandmother recently passed away and I took it pretty hard. She was the closest to me after my parents; I adore her dearly. I never knew that this day would come but I would have expected so. Hence, this post is for her. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandmother was a benevolent and helpful woman with a generous heart. She would help anyone who was in need without asking rewards in return for her kindness. In other words, she had sincerity in helping others. Moreover, she was a strong and independent woman. She never once failed to show others that she was weak. Moreover, she was a person who does not give up easily; determined and persistent in every situation. My grandmother is someone you can look up to, where she has shown to be a good role model as a wife, mother and grandmother. She has never failed to show us unconditional love. I will never forget all the teachings that she has imparted to me; this includes advises. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though she's gone, I know she is in a better place with the Lord in heaven. Reminiscing my memories with her, it's hard to let go. Nonetheless, I will never forget them. Neither will I forget the wonderful things she's done for me. I'm grateful for all she's done for me. I'm happy that God has freed her from pain, letting her enjoy the treasures of Christ in heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama, I love you and miss you dearly. You will forever be in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhcVrLXh4rU/TJhlgviK_tI/AAAAAAAAAZs/G6l7q9gWlI4/s320/mama-me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519272956532555474" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-8673233951413330082?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/8673233951413330082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/09/tribute-for-mama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/8673233951413330082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/8673233951413330082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/09/tribute-for-mama.html' title='Tribute For Mama'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhcVrLXh4rU/TJhlgviK_tI/AAAAAAAAAZs/G6l7q9gWlI4/s72-c/mama-me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-4401671431551044937</id><published>2010-08-09T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T23:05:02.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Online VS Print</title><content type='html'>I find reading news on the Web amusing. It's one of my favorite things to do on the Web other than social networking, e-mails, a little of online chatting, watching online movies or shows, and research. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of recent, I've been reading Reuters, SMH, BBC, CNN and believe it or not, The Star. It's been ages since I last read The Star. I figured since I wasn't living in Malaysia at the moment, but Australia, I'd replace it with SMH, which is the Sydney Morning Herald. Nevertheless, out of the blue somehow or some rather, I found myself filled with curiosity, reading The Star Online. Interesting news indeed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;News never fail to fascinate me. I seem to be filled with surprises and excitement each time I read 'em. There's always disaster or calm waters. Or the in between? Whatever fits, it never fails to surprise me. I like these kind of news. I dislike news that bore me that I would classify as "the same old thing", though in a different situation. Wouldn't that bore you to some point?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, there are more news published online, compared to the ones published on print. Moreover, online news are immediate, new, and fresh. Plus, they offer videos for us to see rather than just the plain black prints on a newspaper. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would be your preference? Online news or print news? Take your pick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-4401671431551044937?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/4401671431551044937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/08/online-vs-print.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/4401671431551044937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/4401671431551044937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/08/online-vs-print.html' title='Online VS Print'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-8124832112358416043</id><published>2010-08-01T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T19:49:21.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extravagant God</title><content type='html'>Nothing can fathom how much I adore Jesus Christ, Lord of all :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He truly is an extravagant God ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miracles after miracles, what more can I ask for? HIS Grace and love upon us all is beyond imagination. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awaiting for the day to get that call, "You've been accepted to our company as an employee". I believe in HIM for he is Jehovah Jireh, the God that provideth Thee :). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another big adventure is yet to come. Only the Almighty One knows what's next for he created us all, and he knows what's best for us all. Praise God in everything :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-8124832112358416043?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/8124832112358416043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/08/extravagant-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/8124832112358416043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/8124832112358416043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/08/extravagant-god.html' title='Extravagant God'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-5676288481981168926</id><published>2010-07-15T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T06:31:33.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Journey Begins</title><content type='html'>Levelled up to a higher level!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time for this particular season has finally arrived. Question is "WHAT"? Tada, the words I'll be saying for the second time, "I Finally Graduated". However, this time, it'd be, "I Am Finally A Masters Graduate" instead of "I Am Finally A University Graduate"!!! Can't believe I've came this far. If it wasn't for the loving Father in Heaven, I would have never reached this level. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new journey begins from this point forth. One is not able to know what comes next. The Creator would be the one to determine all these, and what one should do in times like these is to be patient, keep praying, keep trusting God, keep enhancing one's knowledge as well as skills, keep moving forward, keep applying for jobs, and just wait!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look forward to a new and exciting journey. Expect much for the best is yet to come. I believe in HIM!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-5676288481981168926?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/5676288481981168926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-journey-begins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/5676288481981168926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/5676288481981168926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-journey-begins.html' title='A New Journey Begins'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-971442094136488001</id><published>2010-06-17T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T08:26:54.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Door Opens</title><content type='html'>It's about time I posted a blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long and challenging journey finally meets its end. After a year of hard work, sleepless nights, and ups and downs, that particular race has reached its finish line. A new and much more challenging adventure awaits, which means, a new race is about to begin. Expect much for the best is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of surprises. There's much one is able to take. However, with the power of God and the Faith Spirit, one is able to slide through this overflowing river full of big waves, small waves, stormy days and sunny days. All we need to do is be patient and let the Creator lead tge path using his two big mighty hands pushing our beginner's boat to reach the "Land of Everlasting Success", where our positions would be promoted to Advance Intermediate Level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The supernatural door of "Job Opportunities" is about to open. A squeaky sound of the door is heard, where we are able to peep a slight glimpse of it. Nonetheless, it all seems too vague to understand it all. We're seeing the seen, which seems unclear. It's the unseen that needs to be seen, which is beyond the visions we see. This brings back to relying on God's visions rather than our own, for HIS visions are greater and everlasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only the beginning. A brighter future awaits. Want a brighter future? Need a brighter future? Look to the Creator. Call for "Patience". Pray to God. Keep working harder. If you don't start somewhere, God isn't able to help you, for HE helps those who help themselves. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-971442094136488001?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/971442094136488001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-door-opens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/971442094136488001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/971442094136488001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-door-opens.html' title='A New Door Opens'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-7177164805128940861</id><published>2010-06-02T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T08:21:46.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>Memory - An organism's ability to store, retain and recall information. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good memories - Memories that remain good, sweet, brings happiness to your soul, makes you shine like the stars ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad memories - Memories that haunt you down, heartbreaking, depressing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;, devastating, horrendous ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memories tend to stay in your head, no matter how much you want to erase it; except your toddler days .. that would be difficult to remember. Though there are individuals who remember every single event or situation that has occurred in their lives since their toddler days. I call them geniuses who do not require degrees. They could easily be 'EINSTEIN'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nonetheless, memories stay. It's delightful to remember good memories; not bad memories. Bad memories tend to hurt you, embarrass you, put you down, and turn you into a pumpkin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, what's happened has happened. There's nothing one could do once something happens, unless you're a genius to invent a time traveller's machine where you could time travel back to the past to change history. Well, we all know it only exists in books and movies; fantasy!!! Don't go on dreaming that this would come true cause it only happens in dreams. Totally unrealistic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What one could possibly do is simply leave the memories there and embark on a new journey unto finding better memories. Bad things always tend to occur, there's no way of escaping it, no matter how much you try. You just have to accept that fact!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, on that new journey, you are able to make things right by not repeating the things you did that have produced bad memories. Instead, you are able to invent a new you with actions that are able to produce better memories that would make you a hero. Wouldn't that be better then? Close to satisfaction? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all desire good memories, never bad. Bad memories give you horrendous nightmares. Good memories simply lift you in the air just like Peter Pan who flew to Neverland. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is a journey divided into different phases of life. Good memories and bad memories would always exist. It's just a matter of how we handle situations. Without 'em both, where's the balance in life?! Life would be too boring!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-7177164805128940861?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/7177164805128940861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/06/memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/7177164805128940861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/7177164805128940861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/06/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-974513059175828031</id><published>2010-05-21T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T23:32:52.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journalist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>The Adventures of a Journalist</title><content type='html'>Definition of a journalist: &lt;div&gt;1)Locate current news that's happening that would be of significance to the public to know; public interest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Finding further information regarding the current issue found. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Interview the source related to the issue found. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Write the story of the issue found with the findings found. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounds interesting to you? Yep, it sure is. Nevertheless, it does have its own pros and cons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pro's: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) You get to meet prominent people that normal citizens would not be able to meet; celebrities, sport figures, politicians, book authors, etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) You get the in news first of what's happening out there &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Your story gets published in the media, how cool is that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) You possess the ability to attend cool events like MTV Awards, fashion shows, etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) You receive free sample gifts that normal citizens aren't able to afford unless you're a millionaire &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Con's: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Difficult to get these prominent people as a source for your story - requires a number of phone calls and e-mails and face-to-face approach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Thinking of what questions to ask these sources &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Writing the story - it sometimes gets out of topic &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Running here and there looking for news and further information regarding the news found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the pro's and con's I experienced as a journalist. It's still an on-going thing at this point. Being a journalist is not an easy task. In order to succeed as a good journalist, you need contacts ... BIG CONTACTS!!! You'll definitely learn along the way as you practice more in journalism. It's just a matter of persistence and determination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One word of advice: YOU CAN NEVER BE SHY!!! YOU MUST BE OUTSPOKEN!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's something I've learned. I'm still having troubles finding sources for my stories, no matter how much I persist till I get it done!!! Oh the adventures of a journalist, there's much to learn and adapt into. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-974513059175828031?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/974513059175828031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/05/adventures-of-journalist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/974513059175828031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/974513059175828031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/05/adventures-of-journalist.html' title='The Adventures of a Journalist'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-2650222073340625271</id><published>2010-04-05T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T02:39:16.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>Farewell for now ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is resting till the semester ends ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too busy to update, too much to do ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, too loos ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog goes on hiatus ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would resume soon ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-2650222073340625271?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/2650222073340625271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/04/hiatus.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/2650222073340625271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/2650222073340625271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/04/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-1406757312683506961</id><published>2010-03-27T06:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T06:27:57.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Reality</title><content type='html'>I was living in fantasy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream is over ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment has closed down ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm back to reality ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't we all wish we could just run away and hide ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately we're forced to face it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's A Harsh World Out There ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facing Your Fears And Standing Up ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What A Tragedy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Time To Grow Up And Walk Up The Steps Slowly To Success ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-1406757312683506961?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/1406757312683506961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-to-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/1406757312683506961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/1406757312683506961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-to-reality.html' title='Back To Reality'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-4877664813538058509</id><published>2010-03-22T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T05:08:56.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress In My Bones</title><content type='html'>Master's!!! Postgrad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say when you study Master's or postgraduate ... it's harder than ever. I didn't think so last semester. But this semester, I think it's harder than Bachelor's degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck with a literature review issue in my head. I have yet to edit that media campaign proposal. Sigh, I don't even know where to begin. What words to use, what expressions to use, it's all a worry. News story assignment is going on fine with me. I have a last source to interview tomorrow, a bank economist. Can't believe I've gotten this far. Yep, I shouldn't give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel as if I want to give up. Being a postgrad student ain't an easy task at all. Boy am I glad that I'm staying in a place where there's peace and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stress is killing me. Two months to go ... this is crazy!!! I can sort of feel how my 2 elder cousin brothers felt when they did their Master's 3 years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm ranting ranting ranting that this Master's programme is killing me. Seriously, it is!!! The good thing is I don't worry about the later assignments. I emphasize wholly on my current assignments. One due this Wednesday, two due next week and one due after my two week break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt that you just wanna give up?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, rants and ramblings. All I can do is blog about it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-4877664813538058509?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/4877664813538058509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/03/stress-in-my-bones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/4877664813538058509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/4877664813538058509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/03/stress-in-my-bones.html' title='Stress In My Bones'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-4863591224220443211</id><published>2010-03-06T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T20:44:14.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Red Body</title><content type='html'>My body is colored with the color 'RED', thanks to Mr Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes, it aches and I'm in pain. I need to recuperate a.s.a.p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels as if my whole body is carrying a heavy log. I feel as if I'm being pushed down by something heavy. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need healing from the Lord. My body is killing me ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-4863591224220443211?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/4863591224220443211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/03/red-body.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/4863591224220443211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/4863591224220443211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/03/red-body.html' title='A Red Body'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-1050003555246563064</id><published>2010-02-19T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T04:36:14.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore</title><content type='html'>I feel sore ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can explain how sore I feel inside that long neck of mine ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chips, Fried Food, Mandarin oranges, sleeping late ... these are the causes. Oh they're so ever horrifying. I need to recuperate by tonight or I'm toasted tomorrow. It's my best friend's wedding and I'm oh so singing!!! And I'm the MC too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be well again. I've taken the required medications. All I need to do is relax and chill. Tomorrow's gonna be so rushy rushy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems to be going right these days. I need to fly!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-1050003555246563064?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/1050003555246563064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/02/sore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/1050003555246563064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/1050003555246563064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/02/sore.html' title='Sore'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-2874881583287682119</id><published>2010-02-01T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T09:57:40.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February Says Hello</title><content type='html'>February has arrived. I can't believe my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day. Chinese New Year. Wedding to attend. Family bonding. Mates gathering. Closeness attached. Too many events happening all at one go, but fun indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies indeed too fast that it amuses your very nerves. It seems as if yesterday I just entered college for the very first time. Now, I've entered a new phase of life. I graduated college with a Diploma cert. I graduated university with a Double Major Degree Cert. I am currently on the verge of pursuing my Masters, which is due to finish this June. I'm one step closer to success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started to apply for jobs. It's only a matter of time when the answer would be given to me. I believe God has a special plan for me. I'm just waiting upon HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February is gonna be an exciting month. Expect much!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-2874881583287682119?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/2874881583287682119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-says-hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/2874881583287682119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/2874881583287682119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-says-hello.html' title='February Says Hello'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-983320902015020249</id><published>2010-01-27T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T08:18:25.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Time My Time</title><content type='html'>Time is like a roller coaster. It's moving too fast!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as if yesterday I touched down Malaysia for my long summer vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3.5 weeks left to go. There's much to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Learn as much cooking as possible.&lt;br /&gt;2) Meet up with my ex-schoolmates.&lt;br /&gt;3) Meet up with my hou ji muis.&lt;br /&gt;4) CNY Shopping with Joy &amp;amp; Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;5) Malacca Trip.&lt;br /&gt;6) Meet up with Elias, David &amp;amp; Jessie for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;7) Hang out with my church mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. I'm running outta time. I have 2 weeks to do that. I always leave the final week up for my familia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies. I really don't wanna go back that fast yet. Though my mates miss me very much. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-983320902015020249?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/983320902015020249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-time-my-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/983320902015020249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/983320902015020249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-time-my-time.html' title='My Time My Time'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-4981523829312509199</id><published>2010-01-21T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T08:41:39.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Right Time</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I'm finally 25. Technically, I'm still 24, turning 25 in nine months time. It may seem as if it's a long way to go, and the next minute, you're 25?! How peculiar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've walked through a long and winding road, which somehow has made me a new person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to give and take. I have learned not to be too sensitive. I have learned to be independent. I have learned to be myself. I have learned to enter a new era of womanhood ... cooking, baking, cleaning, doing the laundry, doing facial, doing the hair ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now understand what they mean when they say I was once naive. I agree I was naive back then. I was too innocent to understand. It took me awhile but it still led me to the right place. The right people, the right place, the right plan ... it was all God's perfect timing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new journey for 2010, the best is yet to come. Be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time to shine has arrived ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-4981523829312509199?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/4981523829312509199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/01/right-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/4981523829312509199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/4981523829312509199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/01/right-time.html' title='The Right Time'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-2255985578822418878</id><published>2010-01-14T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T09:24:28.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate pimples, don't you?</title><content type='html'>Don't you just hate pimples? Thanks to the fried food I ate in Thailand, I have accumulated a pimple on my forehead!!! Gee, this is annoying!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pimples pimples pimples. Where do they come from? Pimples are a product of a bacterium that lives a normal peaceful life on the surface of your skin. Its name is Propionibacterium acnes. This bacteria is normally harmless until it gets into the pores and hair follicles of your skin. Normally these pores and follicles have a substance called sebum that flows to the surface of the skin, keeping the bacteria out. If the hair follicles get plugged the bacteria get into the pore and start growing until the body reacts by sending white blood cells to deal with the infection. This causes inflammation and swelling and a pimple is born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do what to do? We all know that the best way is stay away from fried food, drink more water, eat more vegetables and of course do your facial!!! That's exactly what I've been doing. And not forgetting on applying the anecdote ... SWEDISH BITTER. Everyone organic knows about this medicine. It works when you want to heal any cold, cough, fever, stomach pain, any wound on your body!!! A concealer could help to hide it but it would come too obvious when you sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, take care of your face if you don't want to suffer later from serious skin issues. Be wise. I'm sure every girl's dream is to have the perfect flawless skin. Therefore, be careful what you eat and what facial you use. Consult a nutritionist and beautician in regards to this. Hope this helps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-2255985578822418878?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/2255985578822418878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hate-pimples-dont-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/2255985578822418878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/2255985578822418878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hate-pimples-dont-you.html' title='I hate pimples, don&apos;t you?'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-2078879985450350280</id><published>2009-12-23T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:11:18.836-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blinking eye syndrome'/><title type='text'>Blinking Eye Syndrome</title><content type='html'>I have been blinking my eyes a lot everyday for two weeks now. Humans blink eyes every few seconds. But I do it frequently as in like too much of blinking!!! And I only blink my right eye, not the left and I don't know why. The blinking eye syndrome is coming back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to blink my eyes before till my ex-boyfriend trained me up to stop it all. I stopped for awhile. Then, when I came back to Malaysia after awhile, the blinking eye syndrome came back again. Gosh, this is so annoying cause it hurts. When I blink too much, my eye becomes painful and turns red!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say if you blink your eyes too much, you're way too fickle-minded. Oh-kay. Maybe I am fickle-minded. Umh fine, I am way too fickle-minded. I seriously don't know what I want in life. I ponder about life and think of what I want in life and I seriously am fickled with what I want to do with my career. One minute I want to be a journalist. Another I want to be a public relations/marketing consultant. One minute I want to be a psychologist. Another I want to be an accountant. Seriously, what do I really want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so unsure of what I like or love these days. This includes everything!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the blinking eye syndrome, this has to stop. Lord, I pray that you take that syndrome out of me in Jesus' name. By his stripes I am healed!!! I believe by faith!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-2078879985450350280?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/2078879985450350280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/12/blinking-eye-syndrome.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/2078879985450350280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/2078879985450350280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/12/blinking-eye-syndrome.html' title='Blinking Eye Syndrome'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-2458668451040028986</id><published>2009-12-22T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T18:02:39.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>News</title><content type='html'>I love reading BBC news.  It's full of detailed information to read about. CNN is good on TV. SMH is good on the web too. But I prefer Daily Telegraph to SMH on paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News is so vital and important to all. Read it, you gain knowledge. You gain knowledge, you get the crowd. You get the crowd, you mature out of your little zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agree?! Yes? No? Hmm ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-2458668451040028986?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/2458668451040028986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/12/news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/2458668451040028986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/2458668451040028986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/12/news.html' title='News'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-931993340751571641</id><published>2009-12-16T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:06:07.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortunate</title><content type='html'>Aren't we fortunate to not have cancer?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate your health before it's too late. Eat healthily with more fruits and vegetables. Eat less fats. Fats only destroys your body, adding more toxin into it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health is so vital to all. Act before it's too late. You still have a chance while you can!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-931993340751571641?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/931993340751571641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/12/fortunate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/931993340751571641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/931993340751571641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/12/fortunate.html' title='Fortunate'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-654720561773060703</id><published>2009-12-08T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:12:24.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Away, Weird Syndrome</title><content type='html'>Is it just my weird exhaustion syndrome or has my energy level lowered down today?! I've been resting for half a day now and yet I find myself tired. I have no idea why, but I know it's killing me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had the strength to get out of bed to stand straight. When I'm standing, I feel dizzy. Thank God I canceled all appointments for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird syndrome oh weird syndrome, would you leave me pretty please. I wanna break free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be the weather? I doubt so, it's not even warm today. It must be one of those days where your body system goes all haywire. And I don't think it's the jet lag ... I've been back for 2 weeks now. And I don't think it's the time difference that I'm trying to get used to!!! Nope, that couldn't be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day of blues where your world gets dizzy and upside down ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-654720561773060703?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/654720561773060703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/12/go-away-weird-syndrome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/654720561773060703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/654720561773060703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/12/go-away-weird-syndrome.html' title='Go Away, Weird Syndrome'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-6678780110681676679</id><published>2009-12-03T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T08:42:14.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happened To Overcrowded Malaysia?</title><content type='html'>Is it just me or has Malaysia lost its sense of traffic jams and overcrowded places?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roads used to be full of cars to cause a massive traffic jam and now half of the cars are gone. I find myself as if I'm driving in Australia once again. What has happened? Is everyone leaving the country or just too lazy to go out? Gosh this is shocking. In a way it gives me a great sense of relief. Plus, there are more parking spaces at night when I go to eat at the popular SS15 and Taipan? What a relief. Nevertheless, I'm surprised!!! I've only been gone for a year and all these have happened? What's going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shopping malls used to be full of people and now it's as if half of 'em went missing?! What has happened?! It was always busy and people were always rushing everywhere shopping or eating or simply walking?! I'm really shocked to know that they've all went missing?! Once again, it is a relief for me. I dislike overcrowded places, don't you?! Doesn't it give you a headache?! Nevertheless, what's going on?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only been back from Australia for about two weeks now and this is what I see? I can't believe my eyes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prove me if I'm wrong at other parts of Malaysia but this is what I see at my side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-6678780110681676679?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/6678780110681676679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-happened-to-overcrowded-malaysia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/6678780110681676679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/6678780110681676679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-happened-to-overcrowded-malaysia.html' title='What Happened To Overcrowded Malaysia?'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-2507631385487851217</id><published>2009-11-10T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:49:21.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls, It's Time To Look Good</title><content type='html'>Make-up or no make-up?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make-up = makes your eyes bigger, makes your face fairer, makes your cheeks rosier, makes your face look more cheery and attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No make-up = makes you look dull, makes you look pale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which would you pick? I think it depends on every individual. For example for myself, it depends on what occasion. Different occasions serve different types of appearances. For example if I were to go for a wedding dinner, make-up would be essential. Or if I were to visit my Grandma just as a casual visit, I would not wear make-up but put slight powder. Or if I were going to class, I would just touch-up a little here and there, a natural look. It really depends though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, I used to think make-up was so so annoying. It itches my face, the lipstick is wet and makes my lips wet and sleazy. It's just simply annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, I started really wearing make-up at the age of 19, can you believe it?! And it was natural make-up. I didn't put heavy make-up at all. I learned about eye-liners and eye-brows shaping only at the age of 20. Pretty late, I know. At least I learned it all. Besides, I'm growing from small girl to elegant lady. I learn things step by step from time to time and it gets better over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important to use the right facial products for your face; I recommend Lancome. And the right make-up for your face. Consult a beautician on the right make-up for your face and the right directions to put make-up on your face. Trust me, it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes with the nail polishes and the hair maintenance. Basically, looking good. It's particularly essential for every girl to look after their face, hair, nails, body ... basically the way they look is essentially important. It's part of womanhood. Hygiene needs to be looked after too such as shaving armpit hairs, brushing your teeth to make it look white and shiny, maintaining good breath, shaving the hairs on your legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maintaining your hair is very important. Make sure it looks good and shiny, no split ends but just perfect hair. Consult your hair stylist to check what hair style suits your face and ask them for tips on how to maintain your hair to be perfect shiny and silky hair. Go to the beauty parlour to do your nails once a month, pedicure, manicure, whatever suits. Consult a gym instructor to ask for tips on how to maintain a good body. A good body = you need a good diet and good exercise plan. But whatever you do, don't STARVE yourself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look good, you have the confidence. Doesn't everyone want all that?! When you look good, you shine and all would be attracted to you and only you. I'm not only emphasizing on your future boyfriends, but on your employers, family members, friends, relatives, strangers. When you look good, it may attract your clients to do more into depth business with you as you look presentable. And it may promote you to a higher post too. Besides, the world is covered with the face of beauty. Everything is about beauty beauty beauty. No one wants ugly things. Think about it. Make-up or no make-up?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-2507631385487851217?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/2507631385487851217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/11/girls-its-time-to-look-good.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/2507631385487851217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/2507631385487851217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/11/girls-its-time-to-look-good.html' title='Girls, It&apos;s Time To Look Good'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-2240875739516143091</id><published>2009-11-04T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T03:34:19.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rich Or Poor</title><content type='html'>Would you prefer to be rich or poor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you gain by being rich? By getting all the fortune and fame in the world, what would you gain? Would there be happiness? There would be temporary happiness, not permanent. The happiness would drift away soon enough. And all you could ever find yourself with is ... dissatisfaction. You find yourself lost and lonely. You feel as if you're living in a world of your own with no one beside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure it'd be great to own a big house, a fancy car, branded clothes, branded handbags, branded shoes ...!!! Nevertheless, would you be happy? Sounds pretty fake to me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On being poor, you find yourself being thrifty 24/7. You find yourself not having the things you want to grasp. You won't be able to date. You won't be able to get proper friends. You won't be able to enjoy. You find yourself suffering 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which category would you place yourself in?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll say right in the middle where it's just nice. Not too rich and not too poor. Just enough to have a relaxing life. You never have to worry who would want to snatch your riches away. You never have to worry of the finance. You never have to worry of the politics that the rich world may put you in. You never have to worry of people looking down on you. And the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ka Ho Yuet Yuen has made me realized that being rich is not everything. Being normal is just right. Being rich is just too complicating. Sure there are some rich people who tend to be humble but it all depends. Not everyone can be all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's everyone's dream to be rich. But will you be happy when you reach that level?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a saying. "When a person turns rich, that person would turn proud, looking down on all individuals that seem to be of lower status" It's true and I've seen it not only on television dramas but in reality as well. Sad as it is, would you want to risk losing your personality and fall into the trap of the proud? Wouldn't the whole world hate you then? Besides, God despises the proud but blesses the humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. Be wise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-2240875739516143091?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/2240875739516143091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/11/rich-or-poor.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/2240875739516143091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/2240875739516143091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/11/rich-or-poor.html' title='Rich Or Poor'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-3566337965148828796</id><published>2009-10-30T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:09:46.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia VS Malaysia'/><title type='text'>Australia VS Malaysia</title><content type='html'>Life in Australia is pretty laid-back, free, fun, chilling, and cool. We have four seasons. Summer = extremely WARM. Autumn - Chilly and hot, but cold. Winter - Totally cold and annoying and windy and rainy. Spring - Chilly and warm at the same time - My favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in Australia are rather friendly. We meet people along the way so easily and everyone gets along well with one another. How great is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying in Australia is difficult. Assignments are neverending. English requirements are pretty high. The requirements the lecturers expect of you are pretty high. The workload is so much higher. And the stress you get is neverending!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working in Australia requires a lot of challenges. You'd have to think out of the box. You'd have to be hardworking. You'd have to work very hard to get to the top. You'd have to compete compete compete. There's no such thing as rest when it comes to working. There's just so much to do!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it comes to the Malaysia part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in Malaysia is rush rush rush and OT OT OT. OT is overtime for your information. That's the life we get in Malaysia. We're always having late nights in offices. We're always having late dinners. We're always late. We say we'd arrive at 8am. But we arrive at 9am instead. We categorize it as Malaysian so-called timing. Yep, we're late boomers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is always warm warm warm. The humidity is higher than Australia's and that's why we sweat more often. We're always driving cars cause we can never rely on public transports. We're always going out for late session in mamak stalls to chat with friends. We're always going out all the time. Food and friends remain our top priorities outside of work and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying in Malaysia is normal. The assignments are huge but it's so much easier than Australia's. The English requirement is just normal. The workloads are enormous but it's so much easier to complete it and the lecturers always have mercy on you. It's just simply easy peezy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working in Malaysia is alright. As long as you get along well with your bosses and colleagues, everything's fine. But ... there would always be office politics. BACKSTABBERS!!! And you're always having overtime work in the office. Some stay till 11pm or past midnight. They're always busy busy busy. They're always moving around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll remind you one thing, you can never find a decent parking place in Malaysia because it's always full!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia sells illegal stuffs. Australia doesn't. Malaysia has all the cheap food and clothes. Australia doesn't. Malaysia has all the 24 hours stores to eat at. Australia has only in some certain parts of the country, not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia or Australia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be Malaysian. I'll always breathe a Malaysian and live a Malaysian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australia's good as well. It keeps me stronger and stronger and challenging myself into new levels in life. I'll probably go back to Malaysia in a few years time after gaining some experience in the workforce in Australia. It is a good place after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how things goes. After all, I don't plan my life. God does and I go as it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia has its own weaknesses and so does Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love Malaysia though. And I do enjoy the Australian life. Nevertheless, once a Malaysian always a Malaysian. It never dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your pick, Australia or Malaysia?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-3566337965148828796?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/3566337965148828796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/10/australia-vs-malaysia.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/3566337965148828796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/3566337965148828796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/10/australia-vs-malaysia.html' title='Australia VS Malaysia'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-680467109839826015</id><published>2009-10-28T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T02:56:31.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Summer Is Here</title><content type='html'>Summer is here. A wonderful summery feeling has occurred. A long break has arrived. Fun in the beach, shopping with girlfriends, relaxing in the pool, late nights with mates, watching the films you missed, eating all you've missed out, and all the fun things one could think of ... it comes to my list of activities stored in my head for the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving for Perth in 2 weeks time, that's something to look forward to. Up for Malaysia in 3 weeks time, that's even better. A great summer awaits. The weather's getting even more warmer as of recent. More company seem to satisfy my happy soul. Boredom destroyed. Excitement, happiness and fun fills this very soul of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long journey for 3 months of researching, writing articles and presentations, a break to soothen things up has arrived. It's time to lift yourself up and flap your wings and fly in the sky till a new journey for another extra 3 months begins once again. Celebrate and enjoy while you can. Once the real thing starts, it'd be difficult. A shortage of breaks and a shortage of time to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate and cherish, that's so ever vital. Appreciate and cherish each moment you undergo for time flies like a rollercoaster and you can never turn back time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-680467109839826015?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/680467109839826015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/10/summer-is-here.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/680467109839826015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/680467109839826015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/10/summer-is-here.html' title='Summer Is Here'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-5596740703800374952</id><published>2009-10-26T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:09:49.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York'/><title type='text'>New York, I Fell In Love</title><content type='html'>Reading "The New Yorker", an awesome feature magazine website where they have feature stories that is true and actual stories that seem to be intriguing and entertaining ... I seem to miss New York. I love New York!!! Sydney reminds me a lot of it. Nevertheless, the true NYC is better indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York where Times Square is, Central Park, awesome snow during winter, awesome Broadway and musicals, awesome entertainment with constant different concerts and jazz stuff ... anyone's bet to fall in love with it. The females would love the shopping ... awesome clothes, shoes and handbags ... oh it's heaven for shopaholics. Check "The Confessions of a Shopaholic" for a taste of it. You'll feel it. That's for girls that is. Unless there are guys who are shopaholics. Believe me, I've met guys who are shopaholics like me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wide dream to stay in New York, it's impossible at this point. The wonderful entertainment and media world I want to explore, I can only fantasize. I am in the media line and would love some exposure there. Besides, New York is where you get all the wonderful entertaining experiences of the media. Los Angeles too. Nevertheless, New York is the city of luxury and heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/nyc/central3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/nyc/central3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/nyc/central2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 478px; height: 583px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/nyc/central2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/nyc/nyc8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 767px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/nyc/nyc8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/nyc/nyc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 467px; height: 500px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/nyc/nyc9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Can I go back? New York Oh New York, could you pull me in? I am amazed at your beautiful features inside out. I was only 21 back then. I'm 24 now, all grown-up ... maybe another visit would do good. Probably in 2 or 3 years, who knows. We'll see if my future boss sends me there for work!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;By any chance, have you been to New York?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&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/3639628074662099218-5596740703800374952?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/5596740703800374952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-york-i-fell-in-love.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/5596740703800374952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/5596740703800374952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-york-i-fell-in-love.html' title='New York, I Fell In Love'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-3790185095403929370</id><published>2009-10-22T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:48:43.871-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What Is Love'/><title type='text'>What Is Love</title><content type='html'>A: I really love you and wish you could be my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;B: You love me? But why?&lt;br /&gt;A: Cause you're nice, bla bla bla and dot dot dot ...&lt;br /&gt;B: How can you say you love me when you don't even know me? Don't you even know what love is?&lt;br /&gt;A: I do know you.&lt;br /&gt;B: What are the ten things I love and hate? What am I like? What is my personality like? What is my identity like?&lt;br /&gt;A: umh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, do you even know what love it truly about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love takes a long time to develop, especially girls. It takes a long time to know if you truly love a person. There's just so much to know and learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, really ... what is love? How do you know you really love a person? What would you do if you really love a person. I don't believe in flattery words. I believe in actions in love. Actions speak louder than words. If you say you love me, show it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I love a person, I would go the distance for this person. I would go as far as I can to talk to this person, spend time with this person, do something special for this person. I would be close to this person and this person's surroundings, accepting his family and friends. Basically, I would do anything for this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trust, always hopes, always perseveres." - 1 Corinthians13:4-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say I love you when you don't show it. It takes a lifetime to know a person inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you like a person, don't say I love you. Get to know the person inside out first for a year before you step into it. Be friends first and see how things goes. God always has a final say. Focus on God and let him lead your life. Don't let relationships be your main focus. Let God be your MAIN FOCUS. For it's said in Matthew 6:33 "Seek first HIS kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust God, he has a great plan for your life. Don't destroy God's plan but follow it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-3790185095403929370?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/3790185095403929370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-is-love.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/3790185095403929370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/3790185095403929370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-is-love.html' title='What Is Love'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-7887256570799938198</id><published>2009-10-21T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T18:44:53.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>Birthdays .. it's one of the most memorable days one can think of.  I've had 24 birthdays and I've come to a conclusion that I have grown so much. I've stepped out of my little shell and enlarged. Full of confidence, boldness, courageous, gentle, happier, wiser, matured, and the list goes on ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year older. One year wiser. One year matured. One year smarter. One year prettier. There goes the saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A memorable birthday to remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so full of excitement, surprises, happiness and blessings. Take a chance to cherish it and enjoy to the fullest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate every birthday you have ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're growing each year ... I still miss being 21 ... But I know I have to grow up. It's about time. Same goes to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays should be days to enjoy, remember and be happy about. It doesn't matter if you're celebrating alone or with friends or family. It doesnt matter if someone hurt you on your birthday. Enjoy it to the fullest, it's only once a year ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhcVrLXh4rU/SuEHdWD0pOI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Ttgqkhcwaz0/s1600-h/bday001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhcVrLXh4rU/SuEHdWD0pOI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Ttgqkhcwaz0/s320/bday001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395602029285778658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhcVrLXh4rU/SuEHdhaVXTI/AAAAAAAAAYk/NeQIJ55W4Ho/s1600-h/bday002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhcVrLXh4rU/SuEHdhaVXTI/AAAAAAAAAYk/NeQIJ55W4Ho/s320/bday002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395602032332987698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhcVrLXh4rU/SuEHd_Pk8mI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Pai0EtFbdoc/s1600-h/bday003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhcVrLXh4rU/SuEH-ZGeFVI/AAAAAAAAAZE/8do_7duXO74/s320/bday016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395602597037872466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhcVrLXh4rU/SuEH-sE2MKI/AAAAAAAAAZM/2YOsD6YeVW8/s1600-h/bday015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhcVrLXh4rU/SuEH-sE2MKI/AAAAAAAAAZM/2YOsD6YeVW8/s320/bday015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395602602131337378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhcVrLXh4rU/SuEH-zDsWzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/6NYSEoXrWn0/s1600-h/bday017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhcVrLXh4rU/SuEH-zDsWzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/6NYSEoXrWn0/s320/bday017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395602604005546802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhcVrLXh4rU/SuEH_e_VReI/AAAAAAAAAZc/BAu6ccyJvUc/s1600-h/bday018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhcVrLXh4rU/SuEH_e_VReI/AAAAAAAAAZc/BAu6ccyJvUc/s320/bday018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395602615798416866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-7887256570799938198?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/7887256570799938198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/10/birthdays.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/7887256570799938198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/7887256570799938198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/10/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhcVrLXh4rU/SuEHdWD0pOI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Ttgqkhcwaz0/s72-c/bday001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-2061300370729868777</id><published>2009-10-18T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:54:51.573-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia Day'/><title type='text'>Malaysia Day  In September</title><content type='html'>Malaysia Day = 16 September = Public Holiday = Effective Beginning Of Next Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How amazing is that? Malaysia has added a new public holiday. I'm relieved in a way. But in a way, I think Malaysia has too many holidays. Students would slack and so would the workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Malaysia Day would be celebrated with events that would foster closer unity, understanding between the different races and community success and achievement through sports, social culture and arts, to spur the 1Malaysia spirit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's something lovely to look forward to. Malaysia is reaching towards unity. Najib's good after all. Good strategy, PM Najib. I'm so impressed. It'd be something to look forward to. Though I'm currently living in Australia, I was born a Malaysian and I live a Malaysian and breathe a Malaysian. That's something I can never get rid of. Therefore, something nice about Malaysia would do relief to me no matter how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impressive news to know about. I can betcha Malaysians are all shouting for joy now. Who doesn't like holidays? NO ONE!!! Holidays are always a relief. Makes you relax and enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, Malaysians have something happy to look forward to. Hip hip hooray!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-2061300370729868777?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/2061300370729868777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/10/malaysia-day-in-september.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/2061300370729868777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/2061300370729868777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/10/malaysia-day-in-september.html' title='Malaysia Day  In September'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-129865883358932550</id><published>2009-10-14T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T06:57:40.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='persistence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='determination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confidence'/><title type='text'>If I Can Do It, So Can You</title><content type='html'>Tasks after tasks, it's a never ending process. It goes on and on just like a roller coaster ride. Irony, really. Nevertheless, it keeps you stronger and makes you grow from small to big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Production journal's almost done. I've managed to cut it to 1500 words. All I need to do is edit it in the right order and structure that I require it to be. It's scary in a way as I have so much to write but I'm afraid that I would not be able to deliver it because of the word limit required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feature article has 600 words to go. All my sources that I have interviewed have replied to all my requests. It took me a month to chase these sources. I still have much to pretty up the words in that very article. Gosh, there's just so much to write that I don't know where to begin. It's such a wide topic, yet I find it hard to lengthen it. I guess I'd just have to write some expression and poetic words to beautify the article a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting there. All you need is some more determination and persistence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Masters course has taught me so much to be even more determined and persistent. I've learned how to be more confident too. And outspoken too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you can't do it, you can. You just need to step out of that small shell of yours and grow into a giant snail and just say, "I CAN DO IT" like Nike's motto, "JUST DO IT".  You just need to believe in yourself and not fear others. Great people would never belittle you but encourage you. Small people are the ones that belittle you. So don't you worry, you'll do fine at the end of the day. We meet all sorts of people everyday. It's a learning process and you'll know who suits your circle of crowd. Everything always happens for a reason. And there's always a rainbow after a thunderstorm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it well. I stepped out of that box. I'm so much different from before. I'm so talkative and friendly and outspoken and daring and confident. I truly am. I'm honestly not afraid of anything anymore except God of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can do it, so can you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-129865883358932550?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/129865883358932550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-i-can-do-it-so-can-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/129865883358932550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/129865883358932550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-i-can-do-it-so-can-you.html' title='If I Can Do It, So Can You'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-3732168114690907003</id><published>2009-10-11T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T15:18:54.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Have Something, Cherish It, Don't Push It Away</title><content type='html'>"If you have something, why won't you accept it and treasure and treat it with care and love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quote above applies to all, especially young people. We young people tend to take things for granted. When it's in our hands, we never appreciate it. When we've lost it or when it's went astray, we regret and take back our words and try to get back that thing we want so much to hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's simple as A B C and 1 2 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing that's been given you, that you've worked hard for, that you discovered, that you have ... appreciate it and work hard to maintain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has given you your family, appreciate them with love, care and understanding no matter the circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has given your great intelligence so use them in the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has given you the opportunity to study so study well and don't put it astray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has given you the opportunity to work so accept it and dont complain and demand things. Be humble and more will come to you. Accept all that's there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has given you a good boyfriend/girlfriend or spouse ... accept it and don't complain, don't demand things from him or her and dont expect him or her to be something else. Accept it and appreciate it and treasure and do things to make him or her happy. It's your blessing and you should cherish it like diamonds. Work hard to this relationship with God leading it in the right way. Nothing comes easy. If you think it does, you're living in a dream. Relationships should be a two-way and both should be working hard together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has given you great friends so cherish them and don't judge them. Accept them for who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has saved your soul so start saving other souls too. Step out in faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciation and gratefulness is vital. Your reward will come soon. Just hold on, be humble and be righteous. It's only in his timing that he would give it to us. We only have to be patient. Trust me, it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate before it's too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-3732168114690907003?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/3732168114690907003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-you-have-something-cherish-it-dont.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/3732168114690907003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/3732168114690907003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-you-have-something-cherish-it-dont.html' title='If You Have Something, Cherish It, Don&apos;t Push It Away'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-3879575291998735512</id><published>2009-10-07T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T17:58:58.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Goes On ...</title><content type='html'>A broken heart, a wandering soul, a haywire mind ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, life goes on ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much one can take in ... at the end of the day, just breaks down and say "I've had enough and I wish this suffering would end"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be broken apart by the people you love ... that's more hard to forget ... and let it go ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, life goes on ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go is a hard word. Missing is suffering. Holding on is painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you to let go a precious thing you've hold on to preciously? Something you wanted to keep forever? Something you know is going away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love something, if it goes away, no matter how painful it is, let it go. That's genuine love. If it comes back to you, it's yours. If it doesn't, it never was. But I always believe, always work hard to gain it. But don't force it when you know it can never be yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has a beginning and an end. Life goes on ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-3879575291998735512?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/3879575291998735512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-goes-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/3879575291998735512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/3879575291998735512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-goes-on.html' title='Life Goes On ...'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-6122036080337833261</id><published>2009-09-26T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T00:00:36.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How much do you love God?</title><content type='html'>A friend was telling me today that it's so sad to see people who claim they're Christians but are only Sunday Christians. When he said that, I have to admit it was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say they love the Lord but how many of them actually follow what the Word of God says? I'm not judging or anything but that's the fact. And it breaks God's heart to see his children this way. Christianity is not just a religion where you're holy and righteous only on Sunday's during church service time. It's about a relationship with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a part in the bible where it said, why do you call me Lord when you don't do what I say? - &gt; This part strikes. How many of you really love God to do anything he says? We may have some mistakes. And yes, the Lord has grace on us. But that doesn't mean we have to take advantage of that and make more mistakes repetitively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God does not want to see his children not fulfilling his commandments. You may make mistakes sometimes and that's fine. God will forgive you if you ask for his forgiveness. He's always there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much do you love God that you'd do anything to please him? During Judgement Day, if he asks why you did that, how would you answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you really follow the word of God? Most people always want to do things their way cause in their mind, it's what they want and they know that God would want them to be happy and so they do it their way. But that's your flesh way, not God's way. God wants you to be happy but if you follow HIS way, wouldn't that be better? Wouldn't more favor and blessings come your way even more? Whatever God says is always for our own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. How much do you love the Lord to do things for HIM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love God so much that I won't want to do anything to hurt him. I do make mistakes sometimes. But, I always repent and try not to repeat again. If I repeat again, I will repent until I get it right. There were time where I was led astray and went against the Lord but I always come back to do the right things he wants me to do. God has been so amazing to me that I'm so thankful and grateful to him to whatever he has given to me; be it studies, parents, family, how I look (he has created me so beautiful), friends, boyfriend, job, etc. He has done things that I never thought I could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children of God, how much do you love God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's ways always works more than your way ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-6122036080337833261?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/6122036080337833261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-much-do-you-love-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/6122036080337833261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/6122036080337833261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-much-do-you-love-god.html' title='How much do you love God?'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-8720719633141787348</id><published>2009-09-21T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:57:12.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>I'm losing my passion to blog at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love blogging. I have so much stuff to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But currently, the situation I'm in makes me lose my passion. CLASSES &amp;amp; ASSIGNMENTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on hiatus for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too loos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: It's been a long journey and it's gonna have a smooth sail, I reckon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-8720719633141787348?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/8720719633141787348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/09/passion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/8720719633141787348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/8720719633141787348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/09/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-6297090833155582497</id><published>2009-09-18T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T18:36:31.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Persist Till You Finish The Line</title><content type='html'>I have about a month till this semester finishes. I have been through so much throughout this semester. Assignments after assignments. Readings after readings. It's a never ending process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I've learned is to always keep trying and reach the goal you're after. I kept trying harder and harder. I've never pushed myself this far. Maybe it's because of the fact that I don't have much close friends here in Sydney since I'm new to this city. I've only been here for about 6 months now. I'm a Perth citizen. Sydney's still all new to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be more hardworking than ever. I do relax once in awhile but I do not panic and I do all I can do. I am not anxious at all. Lesser stress seem to consume. It ain't an issue to me any longer. Life isn't a bed of roses. There's so much to deal with. Everyone deals with it. It's just how you deal with it patiently. Persistence, that's what I'm talking about. Persist and endure, you'll reach that goal in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have about 6 assignments left to do. It's going well for me. There's much for me to do within this one month. I honestly can hardly wait for this one month to be over. It seems so long but really, time has flew so quickly that I don't know where to begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persist and endure and finish the race. It's only just begun. There's so much more to learn and to discover. Life is always a learning process. We the Y Generation, should be willing to learn all that's been told to us. We should be humble and accept all that's been taught into us. We should always persist to finish our goal and never give up. And most important of all, endurance is essential. Without endurance, everywhere we go will be a time bomb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-6297090833155582497?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/6297090833155582497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/09/persist-till-you-finish-line.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/6297090833155582497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/6297090833155582497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/09/persist-till-you-finish-line.html' title='Persist Till You Finish The Line'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-3987489425664287490</id><published>2009-09-16T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T04:14:52.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing You</title><content type='html'>I miss my best friends from back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Australia, but I miss Malaysia, my home. I was born there and grew up there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Love,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jaslyn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-3987489425664287490?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/3987489425664287490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/09/missing-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/3987489425664287490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/3987489425664287490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/09/missing-you.html' title='Missing You'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-2685474746550471247</id><published>2009-09-14T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T04:35:16.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>I've caught myself with a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a very bad day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being very child-like today. Can I take a break please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My week break was just over and I need a break again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sigh for the whole of today ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-2685474746550471247?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/2685474746550471247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/09/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/2685474746550471247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/2685474746550471247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/09/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-4284349548718375699</id><published>2009-09-11T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T01:02:34.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin Lo'/><title type='text'>Justin Lo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;Justin Lo, all time-favorite Cantonese singer. Sings Cantonese, English and Mandarin. Don't know where he's from though. I just seem to love his music so much especially the song below. Check it out, you'll love it. Thought of just sharing it here. I've been listening to this song everyday for a month now. Hearing it in My FM and 988 back in Malaysia, this brings back memories. Tell me what you think. Sure there are other good singers I wanna share with. But I think this rocky song is just so catchy and has a little AKON music sort. Intrigues me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singers like Wang Lee Hom, Jay Chou, S.H.E., Liang Jing Ru, Guang Liang, Wang Xin Ling ... they do intrigue me too. But maybe I'll share that for later. At the moment, Mr Lo intrigues me too much to share it in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me prejudice ... the song is cute and catchy. Makes me laugh and entertains me greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fbe8PMqt5BI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fbe8PMqt5BI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-4284349548718375699?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/4284349548718375699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/09/justin-lo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/4284349548718375699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/4284349548718375699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/09/justin-lo.html' title='Justin Lo'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-3495860263696365107</id><published>2009-09-06T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:11:07.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics Everywhere</title><content type='html'>Business politics is so confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing few episodes of that TVB drama "The Gem Of Life", I can feel the pressure. Being in it itself is a mess. Being a spectator of it makes you so umh ... frustrated why these are happening at all. Gosh, this is a revolving situation and an ongoing one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why business politics exist anyway?! Everyone's always competing because of $$$. To get the best riches and the best image in the world, they would make it so impossible to shake hands in a friendly way. They hate people who stand in their way. They must definitely get their way no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it contradicts. It's so confusing that I can imagine if I were a part of it, I wouldn't care anymore. Not to say business politics ... happens in the company too ... company politics. Backstabbers and haters ... who can stand 'em?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics seem to happen everywhere be it your business, workforce, family, friends and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question is how to solve 'em?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Heck care. I have my own life.&lt;br /&gt;2) Do my work and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;3) Sit back and relax and watch the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-3495860263696365107?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/3495860263696365107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/09/politics-everywhere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/3495860263696365107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/3495860263696365107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/09/politics-everywhere.html' title='Politics Everywhere'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-1554757102238817768</id><published>2009-08-28T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T06:55:21.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>Patience, endurance, perseverance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you feel like you're being told things in an insulting or harmful way, listen and give it a thought. Take it as if information is delving into your head and processing the data to the analysis system. We all have our own disagreements but it would be better to just simply keep it to ourselves and save ourselves from less trouble. The more we talk back, more harmful words are to come and a mental or health issue would exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about patience, endurance, and perseverance. All you gotta do is wait a little while and observe. You'll find that you'll able to discover new found information that you never though existed. That's part and parcel of life. Life is not a bed of roses. We need to go through the ups and downs in order to be successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you feel like you're caught up with so much work and don't know how to deal any longer, persevere. There's always a rainbow at the end of a thunderstorm. Fret not and do not give up. A reward awaits you at the end of the race. You've started the race so finish it. A satisfying prize awaits you to bring happiness to your soul. You'll find that you'll be able to do that task at the end of the day more easily as time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the patience. That's how I gained mine. It works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-1554757102238817768?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/1554757102238817768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/08/patience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/1554757102238817768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/1554757102238817768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/08/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-1812706559050624444</id><published>2009-08-09T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T03:28:18.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus ...</title><content type='html'>Turn your eyes upon Jesus ...&lt;br /&gt;That's my motto for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In whatever I'm going through ...&lt;br /&gt;God never fails to be there for me ...&lt;br /&gt;Answering my prayers ...&lt;br /&gt;Helping me get up again ...&lt;br /&gt;He has protected me greatly ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not give up ...&lt;br /&gt;I shall finish this race ...&lt;br /&gt;It has started ...&lt;br /&gt;It will be completed ...&lt;br /&gt;And it would not end ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God sees ...&lt;br /&gt;God hears ...&lt;br /&gt;I love HIM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-1812706559050624444?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/1812706559050624444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/08/turn-your-eyes-upon-jesus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/1812706559050624444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/1812706559050624444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/08/turn-your-eyes-upon-jesus.html' title='Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus ...'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-5884722716223439791</id><published>2009-07-29T02:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T02:18:12.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='global crisis'/><title type='text'>If You Have A Job</title><content type='html'>If you have a job, keep it and stop whining how tough and annoying it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those that are jobless have been applying jobs and not getting any responses at all. It's an ongoing crisis and the jobless are the ones to be sympathized upon ... they need jobs to survive but can't find any cause employers don't have sufficient funds to hire any more workers. Be thankful that you're not one of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty blessed to have a part-time job at Mamak. Sure, I would love a job to do with the media. I'll probably go for volunteer jobs at the end of this year, where summer break starts and I can focus on developing my skills as a journalist or a PR Co-ordinator, whichever company accepts me as a volunteer to work for them for free. I regretted for not accepting that job as a Marketing Officer or I would be getting my PR now and would be working in a better PR firm now. But things happen for a reason, I wouldn't be in Sydney but in Perth if that was the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't whine about the descriptions of your job and your daily frustrations at work. You have a job!!! I've been jobless since February. Finally, I get a job and I'm starting this Friday. Though it's a waitress sort of job, I'm thankful enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate what's laid before you. At least you're not sleeping in the streets, begging for money. Money is so vital in the modern era. Without money, there's no such thing as survival. The boat would sink in no time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The global crisis is everywhere and it's gonna last for at least about 3 years. Live with it, keep your job, enjoy it no matter how suffering, and accept all that's been given to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-5884722716223439791?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/5884722716223439791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-have-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/5884722716223439791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/5884722716223439791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-have-job.html' title='If You Have A Job'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-5044075391079782108</id><published>2009-07-14T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:02:21.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story Book'/><title type='text'>My Story Book</title><content type='html'>I've always been saying that I'm gonna finish my book for years now. The truth is that I haven't been writing. But I'm back to writing again and I'm still in Chapter One!!!! But that good thing is my passion is back again. I don't know how any why. Maybe it's because of the fact that I do not have a job and that uni is starting in a week's time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably get the book done by the end of this year of mid next year and probably start finding ways to publish it. I've got tips by Natasha, my former Journalism lecturer. But I think I do need to consult a few others before I really publish it. But I'm definitely gonna publish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still finding for a title for it. It's about my life story. I don't know why I wanted to write about my life story. I just felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have other story lines in mind too and I have written some too but I haven't had the passion to finish it yet. Gosh, I really gotta start finish what I start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never leave something undone. Always finish it before it's too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-5044075391079782108?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/5044075391079782108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-story-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/5044075391079782108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/5044075391079782108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-story-book.html' title='My Story Book'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-6166977953264666736</id><published>2009-07-13T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T16:28:08.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Ten Hate List'/><title type='text'>Top Ten Hate List</title><content type='html'>My top tens of Hate List.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Messiness&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand people who mess up the place. I am a rather neat person. When you mess up the place, I get frustrated and pissed. Cause it's annoying and my hands are itchy to put every single thing back in order. It just makes me annoyed to see the things not put in the right order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Dirty&lt;br /&gt;I hate people who make the place dirty. You can make it dirty but please clean it. I'm always cleaning everything and that annoys me all the time. I love my things to be clean. Even in my current apartment, I'm always clearing all the hairs, especially the BATHROOM. I'm always cleaning the table (so much of dust)!!! I need cleanliness in the house, puhleezeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Noise&lt;br /&gt;I hate noise when I'm trying to relax, do my work or reading. I need my peace and quiet. I don't mind the music and TV sounds. What I mind is the loud conversations I hear outside the door. That annoys me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Hypocrites&lt;br /&gt;I hate hypocrites. As in like people who say one thing but do another things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Insects&lt;br /&gt;I hate insects a lot. They freak me out. Even when I was a kid!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Lazy People&lt;br /&gt;People who are lazy, they annoy me most especially when you're living together. The person never seems to help around in the house. And it affects me cause it frustrates me a lot. Cause I'm always doing everything!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Inconsiderate People&lt;br /&gt;I hate inconsiderate people a lot. Appreciate what others have given you. Appreciate what others have done for you. Don't neglect it ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Winter in Australia&lt;br /&gt;It rains during winter in Australia and that's why I hate it. Cause it makes me wet. And I hate walking in wet places. Who doesn't?! It's annoying. I'll have to bring my umbrella everywhere and brace myself on getting wet and annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Disorganization&lt;br /&gt;I hate people who are disorganized. We all need to be organized for out future, especially when we work. If your boss asks you where that document is, are you gonna look for the whole week to find for it? You'll get sacked!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) High heights&lt;br /&gt;Till now, I still hate high heights. It freaks me out. Gosh, I'm such a whiner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my top ten hate list. I know it's a little too much but sometimes it frustrates me a lot. But, of course I'm patient with it. But only for a certain limit of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gees, who can stand the top ten hate list that I've just mentioned above. Gosh, I'm whining too much. Okay, I'm stopping now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-6166977953264666736?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/6166977953264666736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/07/top-ten-hate-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/6166977953264666736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/6166977953264666736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/07/top-ten-hate-list.html' title='Top Ten Hate List'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-7174007196126061417</id><published>2009-07-05T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:46:21.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression</title><content type='html'>My friends are in depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in depression. Or I was till now. [I'm happy now]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems to be in depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with humans and depression? Why aren't we humans satisfied with what we have already?! I think depression is the devil's destruction to put us all down so that God's plan for us would be blocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no I told myself that whatever happens, I'll never let the Devil come in my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think what you think. If you stop thinking what you think, it would leave you. Everything you do is for the glory of the Lord. We don't know we're happy cause we're letting our minds control us. And that is not something we should do. We should smile instead of living in depression. Be contented with what you have. Appreciate the blessings you have and don't complain what you don't have. Just accept it and be grateful for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's plan will happen in my life and your life. I trust in Him and have faith in Him and you should too. God's unconditional love for us is just amazing and beyond wonders. He has never failed to give us what we need. The least we can do is have faith in Him, trust in Him and wait on Him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask, seek &amp;amp; receive. My all time fav verse from the bible. "Ask and you'll receive. Seek and you'll find. Knock and the door will be opened to you. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God hears and speaks. I thank the Lord for that ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillsong Conference is this Tuesday. I'm awaiting for that, this is gonna be so exciting. I can feel the fire of God burning!!! It's coming and everyone's excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-7174007196126061417?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/7174007196126061417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/07/depression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/7174007196126061417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/7174007196126061417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/07/depression.html' title='Depression'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-4377849589135730286</id><published>2009-06-30T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:49:28.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation</title><content type='html'>I was browsing UNSW's website and I came across the orientation program. I have been to two orientations ... one in college when I was doing my diploma and the other was in my previous university when I was doing my degree. It came across to me, I don't need to do the orientation. But suddenly I thought, yea why not? It'd help me to get to know UNSW better and familiarize myself with the staffs and course mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation.  I don't know what I should expect. Sure it'll be fun. But, scary in a way too cause I hardly know anyone there and I'll be like a total stranger. Just like everybody else tee hee hee. We do get our own fears but get rid of it in a moment or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My orientation in college was the best because it was back home and they had so many fun activities that I could get myself enrolled in. In university, everything seemed distant cause it was a new country and a new place. I hardly knew anyone there. All the Malaysians were from KDU and they always stuck to their own group. And so most of my friends were foreigners. Weird don't ya think?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNSW has a weird orientation program. Their orientation lasts for a month. But I'm only attending three days of orientation, which is one week before class really starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I'm excited about starting my Masters program. I'm gonna gain lots of knowledge, training and experience. It'd help me in the workfield in the future. Boy am I excited. And I'm the first granddaughter to study masters. In my maternal side, only two cousins who are males studies Masters. I'm the first girl to do it. You feel the pressure but it's alright I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the support of my family and that itself is ever so important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-4377849589135730286?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/4377849589135730286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/06/orientation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/4377849589135730286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/4377849589135730286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/06/orientation.html' title='Orientation'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-2789652731665230161</id><published>2009-06-23T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:44:04.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather Stress</title><content type='html'>The weather in Sydney has been rather weird ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cold and not cold and cold and not cold. It's raining and sunny and raining and sunny and raining and sunny. How peculiar is that?! That's why everyone's falling sick, including me. And pimples are popping up and dryness in the skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="aucity"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Sydney[taken from abc.net.au]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;Possible thunderstorm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="autemp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="auimg"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="autemp"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="min"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="max"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="auimg"&gt;&lt;img title="possible_thunderstorm" src="http://www.abc.net.au/weather/icons/possible_thunderstorm_sm.gif" alt="possible_thunderstorm" width="30" height="30" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="auimg"&gt;&lt;img title="possible_thunderstorm" src="http://www.abc.net.au/weather/icons/possible_thunderstorm_sm.gif" alt="possible_thunderstorm" width="30" height="30" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four Day Outlook [taken from abc.net.au]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table&gt;&lt;thead&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;Wednesday&lt;/th&gt; &lt;th&gt;Thursday&lt;/th&gt; &lt;th&gt;Friday&lt;/th&gt; &lt;th&gt;Saturday&lt;/th&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/thead&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Showers and a few storms in the east. Mostly sunny in the west. &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Inland fog/frost patches then dry in east. Patchy rain spreading over the west. &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Patchy rain spreading from the west to the east. Cloud increasing but staying mostly dry on coast. &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Light, patchy rain easing over the east. Partly cloudy and mostly dry in the west. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mufflers, beanies, warm jackets and shawls ... we all need 'em unless you want to get sick. Trust me, you won't even wanna go there. Being sick is not a good thing to be proud of. It's hell. It's suffering. In Cantonese we call it, SAM FU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare yourself before you make yourself a part of the sick clan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-2789652731665230161?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/2789652731665230161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/06/weather-stress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/2789652731665230161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/2789652731665230161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/06/weather-stress.html' title='Weather Stress'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-9092839858752504079</id><published>2009-06-10T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:48:26.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnant Man?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhcVrLXh4rU/SjBGJqxqWbI/AAAAAAAAAYU/TmUwjX4qcvk/s1600-h/tb.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhcVrLXh4rU/SjBGJqxqWbI/AAAAAAAAAYU/TmUwjX4qcvk/s320/tb.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345849889604131250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew men could get pregnant. I thought women were the only genders that could get pregnant. Science has proven it and so has the world. Women were always the ones to get big bellies where infants were stuck in them for 9 months. It would be good if men would get it instead of women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to smh.com.au I now know that men could get pregnant. But, this is a very rare case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The particular Spanish 25-year-old Ruben Noe Coronado, was born a woman named Estefania and unfortunately still has female organs. How amazing is that?! Apparently, after doctors told his female partner that she isn't able to have anymore children, this Coronado guy changed his sex-change procedure to get pregnant through artificial insemination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was expecting twin boys in September. Unfortunately, bang ... he suffers miscarriage. Oh some disappointment. That would be a world record for the first man to get pregnant. So ever rare ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, fret not. In the United States of America, however, a 35-year old man, born a woman before undergoing gender realignment surgery gave birth to a second child last Tuesday. This means ... men are able to get themselves pregnant, as long as they were once women and keep their female organs. Now we know why and how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be easier if women could change roles with men. Imagine the pain we encounter during pregnancy, giving birth period and after pregnancy period. Imagine the emotional issues we have after confinement. Imagine the period pain we encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's simply impossible unless they were once women or half-women.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-9092839858752504079?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/9092839858752504079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/06/pregnant-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/9092839858752504079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/9092839858752504079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/06/pregnant-man.html' title='Pregnant Man?'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhcVrLXh4rU/SjBGJqxqWbI/AAAAAAAAAYU/TmUwjX4qcvk/s72-c/tb.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-2759059328107637692</id><published>2009-06-08T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:59:03.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halal Magazine in Malaysia</title><content type='html'>Halal Magazine in Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a Malaysian for 24 years now and I didn't even know Halal Magazine existed till I read a specific article in Time magazine that specified much on 'halal'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was curious, googled it and guess what I found? It exists!!! It's a journal sort of magazine called Halal Journal. It contains of topics related to the Halal and Muslim markets worldwide which is distributed to 57 countries, amazingly!!! And it's only RM9.90, what a cheap price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhcVrLXh4rU/Si3pok0kQ_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/4E9RlYy7VDs/s1600-h/jas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhcVrLXh4rU/Si3pok0kQ_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/4E9RlYy7VDs/s320/jas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345185216046842866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be wondering, what is halal?It is about everything from the food Muslims consume to the businesses they conduct to the transactions we perform in their daily lives. Muslims have a responsibility to ensure that what they practice and consume is clean, hygienic and not detrimental to either their health or well-being. Halal is an all encompassing concept which encourages a Muslim to seek and use products, ventures and services that promote cleanliness in all aspects of a person’s -that a product or service is safe for consumption, produced in a clean environment and health. That is the reason why Muslims do not eat pork cause pigs are swines and dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Islam is popular, more like a celebrity issue. I'm not against it or anything. I just find it amazing, it has brought great shock to my very nerves. To think that an Islamic magazine could be distributed to 57 different countries and that it exists without my knowledge. I'm a magazine freak, how could I let that slip off my eyes?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The halal thing is growing. In 5 years, halal food would be known in every country, or so I assume?! Then, the Muslims won't have to worry what is added into the food that they order. It is a hassle to ask every waiter who serves them to remove the pork since they aren't allowed to eat any pork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell. It's too early to say. The westerners love meat. But with swine flu going on, I doubt that pork would be on their top list for meals.        &lt;div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-2759059328107637692?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/2759059328107637692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/06/halal-magazine-in-malaysia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/2759059328107637692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/2759059328107637692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/06/halal-magazine-in-malaysia.html' title='Halal Magazine in Malaysia'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhcVrLXh4rU/Si3pok0kQ_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/4E9RlYy7VDs/s72-c/jas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-7674392995394775678</id><published>2009-06-03T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:36:06.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recession Hits</title><content type='html'>Recession has hit Australia, New South Wales in particular pretty bad, I quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recession has hit America REALLY bad, my elder cousin from America tells me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recession hasn't really hit Malaysia but Singapore even more, my other elder cousin from Malaysia tells me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I have to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recession is beyond our control. Friends are thinking of leaving jobs at a time like this and moving to another job. Wise? Hmm, I don't know at this point with bad recession affecting the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unemployment increases. Poverty increases. Beggars in the streets of Sydney increases. People buy more canned food which is so unhealthy. People sell properties and cars to get more $$$ for themselves and their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though recession is bad, you still see people shopping in the streets of Sydney, branded or not. People get so intrigued to shop for their own special desires just to get satisfaction. The fashion in clothes and shoes are fancy and trendy to make everyone buy buy buy and not save save save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is bad. Surely retail stores need to make money by these people buying. But, sometimes it's just too much. This has to stop. My cousin shops once a week and I don't even shop. Not in Australia though I live here. I shop more in Malaysia though. Half price, way much better!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus you see people eating out rather than in. Eating at home is much more cheaper than out. I'm not discouraging restaurants to make $$$. But, people need to survive too. I only eat out twice a week. WEEKENDS!!! Cause that's when I spend my time with my friends and church. So, I need my social life too. But everyday? That'd cost me a bomb and my mom would kill me for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you could try writing down all your expenses on a journal and minus it from your salary and judge it from there. Then, you'll know much about the value of it and learn to save more money before it's too late. Recession's gonna last for at least 3 years so beware. Start now or suffer soon. It's never too late now. There's still time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-7674392995394775678?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/7674392995394775678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/06/recession-hits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/7674392995394775678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/7674392995394775678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/06/recession-hits.html' title='Recession Hits'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-3774067701255300982</id><published>2009-05-31T21:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T09:27:31.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worker VS Student</title><content type='html'>I've always pondered upon the differences of being a student with a worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Being a student is the worse things that can ever happen to me," my cousin tells me.&lt;br /&gt;"I hate working. It stresses me out all day long. I wish to go back to study again. If only I have sufficient funds for it," a friend tells me.&lt;br /&gt;"I love working cause I get $$$, but sometimes I wished I could go back to study again," an ex-colleague tells me.&lt;br /&gt;"I love studying and I wish I could study forever," an ex-neighbor tells me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts by individuals who view their life as a student and as a worker. But, what exactly are the differences?! It varies really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a student gives you much knowledge. You're attending lectures and tutorials. You're doing your overloaded assignments that consists of a lot of research, a lot of critical thinking, a lot of writing, a lot of reading and a lot of presenting. You're caught up with studying as the things you learn at university is different from college and school. With assignments to cope up with and the exams that you know you should be studying for when you know you're gonna run out of time soon, you get yourself caught up in a world of stress mode. Your head is spinning around that you just wish you could be sick and get out of this studying world once and for all. Nevertheless, you still get to enjoy, especially during your long winter and summer breaks. That's how I felt back when I was studying my Bachelor's Degree program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a worker gives you much pressure as well. You're meeting up to the expectations of your boss. You find yourself trying to cope up with your work in the office and end up doing overtime and end up complaining because of the lack of sleep and eating at an inappropriate time ... say close to 11pm? You're doing everything quickly and you must do everything in perfect order. You try to impress both your boss and colleagues. You go for endless meetings. You satisfy your annoying clients. You end up bringing your work home because you know you can never finish it by the due date. You begin neglecting your family and friends and end up being a workaholic freak. You end up having high health risks. You seldom get a holiday getaway, except for your annual leave that you'd normally keep for the end of the year cause that's when your kids get their summer vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you choose? A student or a worker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I'm glad I'm going back to uni to study my Master's for a year. On the other hand, I want to work cause I think it's time for my parents to rest and for me to earn money for them as well as for my future. Theoretically, I think being a student is better because you get as much as freedom as you want. If you wanted to skip your classes, that's still fine. But if you wanted to skip work, that's just simply impossible. Plus, when you're working, you'd have to deal with every single issue or conflict at work each day and can never run away from it. Being a student, you can run away from your problems as long as you get your assignments done on time. But, being a worker, you'd have stress all day long. And office politics sucks. Totally sucks. People backstabbing you, push you around, talk behind your back. Gee, all the possible horrid politics you can think of, you name it, it's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I can never escape from the working world. So, I definitely would choose working cause I want to be a successful woman in life. I have a few goals that I want to achieve after 10 years of working. I definitely want to own my own business. To do that, I'd have to work and face the little and big hardships in the office world. I always loved working cause it makes me learn new things everyday and makes me stronger too. It makes my skills known too and I get to meet as much people as I can and it trains me to be a wiser person in life. I don't know why but I always loved working and always looked forward to be entering the career world. Makes me look elegant and professional. There's no reason for it. I'm just a person who looks forward to the future for the sake of myself, my beloved and my family.  To conclude it all, I love to see myself a successful person, someone who loves to see myself earning money just like how my parents used to earn for my future and someone who always dreamt of working cause it looked elegant, professional and cool,  and that's why I love working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never stay that same small girl who'd study for life. It's time to mature out of that little world of mine to come out and start working. Sure they say, it's not too late to study. But, we need to think logically as well. Where's the finance gonna come from? We have a future to look forward to. Earning money for yourself, your undertaking future, your future spouse, your future children, your parents who took care of you ... is so ever vital. We can study but sufficient funds with a good plan is important too. Plus, we can study from our bosses, clients, and colleagues on the many skills that they have taught us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I choose working as a top priority in my life, though studying is much more relaxing and working so much tougher and stressful. What about you?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-3774067701255300982?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/3774067701255300982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/05/worker-vs-student.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/3774067701255300982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/3774067701255300982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/05/worker-vs-student.html' title='Worker VS Student'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-3325519734733502130</id><published>2009-05-28T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:18:03.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addictive FB</title><content type='html'>Facebook is so addictive, more like an obsession ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone uses Facebook. What is Facebook? Facebook is a social networking website that you can use for free. Facebook is used to connect and interact with people. People add friends to their list, send them messages, create profiles to inform their friends about themselves, upload latest photographs of themselves, and updating their friends on their everyday daily lives. Fun activities are included as well such as quizzes, online pets, poker, war games, and many more to name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin uses Facebook all the time. Each day when she wakes up, she uses Facebook. After work, she uses Facebook. After dinner, she uses Facebook. Before she sleeps, she uses Facebook. According to her, Facebook is her life. She loves facebok-ing all the time. She could update her friends on her feelings and what she's been up to. Plus, she could even check out what her friends are up to and the latest photographs of her friends as well. It's as if Facebook is a requirement to do before doing anything else at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Facebook too. I check out on people too. I think it's good to use this website to interact with people, especially if you're in Australia and most of your friends are in different parts of the world due to different plans in life that God has placed them into. It's also good since all your family and friends are so busy with work with recession driving them crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, one thing bad about it is it gets too addictive that you neglect your studies and work. Your life is everything about Facebook and you end up glueing your face to the computer facebook-ing. It's the same with Friendster, My Space &amp;amp; Twitter. You're just so intrigued to Facebook-ing that sometimes you don't even remember to eat, do your homework, or do the tasks your boss has delivered you to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I learned is that when you like something, I'll try to balance it by putting my priorities first. I'm not saying Facebook is bad. I'm not criticizing Facebook. All I'm saying is that we have to finish all our tasks before Facebook-ing. For instance, I have priorities to cook, do the laundry, iron clothes, clean the apartment, do my bed, clean the bathroom, everyday before I ever do anything else. Next comes to practising my Chinese writing. Next comes to read and write. Then Facebook falls into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, Facebook is a good way to interact with your family and friends, especially if they're so busy with their work and BOYFRIENDS/GIRLFRIENDS, which happens all the time!!! It keeps you in the loop and what's going on. You could even maintain a close and clean friendship as you get to know them closer through Facebook. But of course it all varies on how close you were to them back in the olden days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Facebook is so addictive, I'm feeling it. I'm addictive to Facebook too. I log on to Facebook every one hour. How peculiar is that?! Except when I'm sleeping of course."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-3325519734733502130?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/3325519734733502130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/05/addictive-fb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/3325519734733502130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/3325519734733502130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/05/addictive-fb.html' title='Addictive FB'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-8211270005429333956</id><published>2009-05-26T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T03:20:42.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol consumption'/><title type='text'>Drinking Alcohol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhcVrLXh4rU/ShvCNU6ylLI/AAAAAAAAAYE/oLFfXJQR1ac/s1600-h/Photo0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhcVrLXh4rU/ShvCNU6ylLI/AAAAAAAAAYE/oLFfXJQR1ac/s320/Photo0030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340075317387236530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking alcohol has its' own pros and cons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros would be ...&lt;br /&gt;1) Personally, it's soothing to the soul. When you drink, you blurt out all your problems to your mates. When you drink, you don't think about anything but just think of expressing your harbored feelings and basically having fun. Drinking alcohol simply helps you forget everything, lets you have a good sleep, gives you the excitement to dance, party and act crazy, and simply just for entertainment. Plus, alcohol is even good for a wine and dine event, a sweet date event, a business event, a friendly event, and many more fun events to name which would be endless to speak of.&lt;br /&gt;2) Health wise, drinking alcohol keeps you healthy. It decreases inflammation to keep your arteries younger, which contains of fewer heart attacks, strokes, and wrinkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the cons ...&lt;br /&gt;1) If you drink too much alcohol, you could have a high risk of cancer.&lt;br /&gt;2) You could have a high risk of hemorrhagic stroke.&lt;br /&gt;3) High risk of liver disease.&lt;br /&gt;4) Damage to the stomach.&lt;br /&gt;5) Damage to the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which would you want to risk? Drinking alcohol for the sake of parties and friends? Or putting a limit to alcohol consumption to save yourself from diseases or death?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though red wine helps women in health wise, there has to be a limit on consuming it to a moderate amount, which would be one bottle a day. For men on the other hand, two bottles a day would suffice. Unless if you drink once a week of alcohol, that would be fine to settle for a bottle or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think before you start drinking too much even if it was to cost you to look like a fool with your mates. Or it would be costing your health or death. Who would be the blame then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I love drinking alcohol too cause it makes me happy, hyper and excited. Plus I love having fun with my mates, drinking and partying. But, awareness needs to be put into practice to ensure that my health is not under high risks. My parents would mourn. My beloved would cry. My friends would miss me. Nevertheless, it's good to be aware of these little matters to be alert. It's your choice. It's either you win or lose. You pick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-8211270005429333956?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/8211270005429333956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/05/drinking-alcohol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/8211270005429333956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/8211270005429333956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/05/drinking-alcohol.html' title='Drinking Alcohol'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhcVrLXh4rU/ShvCNU6ylLI/AAAAAAAAAYE/oLFfXJQR1ac/s72-c/Photo0030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-2613866060877642874</id><published>2009-05-24T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T02:55:01.845-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car for sale'/><title type='text'>Car For Sale</title><content type='html'>Do you have a car? Do you need a car? Why do we need cars? What is it for? In a city like Sydney, it's not necessary unless you are properly settled down with a family. And a family as in like a spouse and children with good sufficient fund for the family to relax and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cars like Porsche, Honda Civic, BMW, Mercedes Benz, Celica, they're surely good to be viewed upon. They're awesome for awhile to drive in cause you feel proud. You're like, "Oh, I'm driving a rich man's car and it's awesome and cool. Women would love me,". But after getting used to it, you'd get bored of it. So what's the point of having a luxurious car? Pride gets into you sometimes I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like a Porsche someday but a normal car suits me. I have a car and I'm blessed to have this car. It's huge, automatic, has air-con unlike my previous car, great space. But, the only issue is I don't use it that much since I moved to Sydney. I used to use it everyday in Perth to work. But, now it seems useless in Sydney because I rely so much on transportation. Public transports in Sydney are simply fantastic. You don't have to worry about the time and everything's so convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm promoting my car today for sale. Good one for my first official post. How funny. It is a good car. It's a Toyota Corolla Ascent 2007. It's brand new and it's working well. I've been using it for a year now. And it's automatic and it's really easy to drive. Suits well for a family car. Really comfy and cosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhcVrLXh4rU/Shu8XFUBVpI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ShX3UtSWvEo/s1600-h/DSC03990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhcVrLXh4rU/Shu8XFUBVpI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ShX3UtSWvEo/s320/DSC03990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340068887927019154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a message in my comment box if you're ever interested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-2613866060877642874?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/2613866060877642874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/05/car-for-sale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/2613866060877642874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/2613866060877642874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/05/car-for-sale.html' title='Car For Sale'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhcVrLXh4rU/Shu8XFUBVpI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ShX3UtSWvEo/s72-c/DSC03990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3639628074662099218.post-3270087588252584036</id><published>2009-05-15T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T09:28:15.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>Welcome, a new blog is born. It's been ages since I last used blogger.com as a blog. Due to personal reasons, I haven't had the passion to blog seriously. I have my own private blog that have not been disclosed due to personal private matters going on. Nevertheless, I am back, and this is a blog where I shall blog seriously like how I used to. It won't be a frequent one but it's still a real blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3639628074662099218-3270087588252584036?l=jaslyntells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/feeds/3270087588252584036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/3270087588252584036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3639628074662099218/posts/default/3270087588252584036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaslyntells.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Jaslyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673556595224647044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v318/lfc2004/Jasangel/sidejas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
