tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39240071584387576592024-03-08T06:50:32.561-08:00Fused by Broken Glass and BloodstainsLaugh, love, live free and sing!Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173189733290109242noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924007158438757659.post-10619859317218955872011-08-07T23:51:00.000-07:002011-08-08T00:00:10.805-07:00To Love and Be LovedI feel so guilty for thinking that the world revolves around me and for judging some people's relationship.<br />
Truth is, 'love' is a feeling that continuously exists and anyone can fall in love to any given person.<br />
So, who am I to judge?<br />
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What I'm able to do, anyway, is READ!<br />
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So, I'm going to share with everyone some facts about L.O.V.E. (love)<br />
Because love is so unpredictable, let's look at some variables that can be control. The stages of being in love:<br />
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<div style="color: #444444;"><i>(With reference to finding from York psychologist, Professor Arthur Arun) </i></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #990000;">1) Love always starts with</span> <b style="color: #990000;">LUST</b>!</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So, stop saying words like "you don't love me, it's only lust" because without lust, love will not happen. </div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">During this stage, our <b>BRAIN</b> (the main organ telling you to fall in love, not your <b>HEART, </b>for God sake), is driven by sex hormones, testosterone and oestrogen – in both men and women.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #990000;">2) Second stage is</span> <b style="color: #990000;">ATTRACTION</b>:</div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">This is the phase where you starts to think you're going crazy. You keep thinking about your other half and etc.</div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Well guys, all these are caused by three type of neurotransmitter which are adrenaline, dopamine and serotonin.</div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>ADRENALINE</b></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">- increase your blood levels of adrenalin and cortisol (stress response)</div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">- you start to sweat, your heart races and your mouth goes dry</div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> (example: when you touch you partner, you feel like there's some electrical current. It's just the adrenaline rush ya'll)</div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>DOPAMINE</b></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">- increased energy, less need for sleep or food, focused attention and exquisite delight in smallest details of relationship.</div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">- I also read in Sebastian Junger's book, WAR, dopamine reward system have higher effect for men compares to women which explains why they are more likely to be obsessed with video games. </div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">(This is the neurotransmitter in your BRAIN that makes you feel you're madly in love. If you don't want to be in love, find a pill that reduces dopamine in your body) </div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>SEROTONIN</b></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">- also known as happiness hormone (though it's not a hormone)</div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">- makes you keep thinking of your partner</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #990000;">3) The last stage is</span> <b style="color: #990000;">COMMITMENT</b>:</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Well, this stage is driven by SEX. Two major hormones contributes to this feeling of attachment which are oxytocin and vasopressin.</div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b> OXYTOCIN</b></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">- released by men and women during orgasm</div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">- deepens the feelings of attachment and makes couples feel much closer to one another</div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">- the more sex a couple has, the deeper their bond becomes (which happen to married couples)</div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">(oxytocin also strengthen the bond with baby and mum.. Amazing now we know how love happens)</div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>VASOPRESSIN</b></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">- released after sex</div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">- essential for long-term relationship</div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">(without this hormone, your relationship may not last apparently)</div><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>SO TO ALL LOVEBIRDS OUT THERE, MY ADVICE IS:</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><i>If you wonder about something or keep thinking about it, go and read! </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><i>Stop living in your world thinking that it's magic.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><i>It's good to KNOW~</i></span><br />
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These are photos from my engagement ceremony (my twin got engaged too!):<br />
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P/S: can't wait to get married~~Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173189733290109242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924007158438757659.post-88425837251508313792010-08-30T16:24:00.000-07:002010-08-30T16:24:19.474-07:00Yahoo! FantasyThe best point so far :<br />
Gameweek 2<br />
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Christian Kane - Thinking Of You<br />
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Well I know they say all good things<br />
Must come to some kind of ending<br />
We were so damn good, <br />
I guess we never stood a chance<br />
Go on and find what you've been missing<br />
When that highways tired of listening<br />
You'll see I'm not that easy to forget<br />
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When a new moon shines through your window<br />
Or you hear a sad song on the radio<br />
Then you dont know why but you just start to cry<br />
Or you're driving round on a sunny day<br />
And out of nowhere comes a pouring rain<br />
Then a memory hits you right out of the blue<br />
That's just me<br />
Thinking of you<br />
<br />
I'm not gonna try to stop you<br />
Don't mean that I don't want too<br />
If I know you, you've already made up your mind<br />
To go on and go with your rebelieving<br />
But a million miles between us<br />
But you still feel me <br />
like I'm right there at your side<br />
<br />
When a new moon shines through your window<br />
Or you hear a sad song on the radio<br />
Then you dont know why but you just start to cry<br />
Or you're driving round on a sunny day<br />
And out of nowhere comes a pouring rain<br />
Then a memory hits you right out of the blue<br />
That's just me<br />
Thinking of you<br />
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And I'm thinking about the road you're on<br />
I'm thinking about you coming home<br />
I'm wondering if you got your radio on<br />
<br />
When you find your way to another town<br />
And someone tries to lay it down<br />
And a feelin hits you right out of the blue<br />
It's just me<br />
Thinking of you<br />
That's just me<br />
Thinking of you.<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;">Jenny Hibakusha</div>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173189733290109242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924007158438757659.post-84484275368910601102010-08-22T10:41:00.000-07:002010-08-22T10:42:56.000-07:00The Beauty of MiseryI went out one morning at 630am. The most amazing thing I discovered was that this world is a beautiful place. If you ever get the chance to look at what I saw, you’ll have to agree. The sky that morning was so damn beautiful. It was a blend of orange, purple and yellow, shadowed by the still dark-looking tree and the street lights, nothing can beat that beauty. I was flattered that I still had a chance to witness such scenery. How many times in a day do you look up at the sky? That’s the problem with people nowadays; they just don’t bother looking up. They chase after something they barely appreciate, they neglect love and their surroundings for they thought the world revolves only around them. When they are in trouble, they still don’t bother looking up, to ask help from God. They kept whining but not realizing what they’ve been missing. Time to look up to the sky and appreciate beauty of misery!<br />
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"Real Madrid and Chelsea have reached an agreement for the transfer of Ricardo Carvalho," Real said on their website. "The player will be contracted to Real Madrid for the next two seasons."<br />
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Chelsea said in a statement on their website that the deal was subject to a medical and Carvalho agreeing personal terms.<br />
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"Chelsea would like to thank Riccy for his six years of service, and we wish him well in his future career," the statement added.<br />
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The 32-year-old will rejoin his former boss and compatriot Jose Mourinho, who replaced Manuel Pellegrini as Real coach at the end of last season after leading Internazionale to a treble of Champions League and Italian league and cup.<br />
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Mourinho took Carvalho with him to Chelsea from Porto following their 2004 Champions League triumph and he has been a near-permanent fixture in the centre of Chelsea's defence over the past six seasons.<br />
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During that time, he helped the West London club win three Premier League titles, three FA Cups and two League Cups and was part of the Portugal squad at the World Cup in South Africa last month.<br />
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He also joins up with international team mates Pepe and Cristiano Ronaldo at Real.<br />
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The Spanish club did not disclose financial details of the deal. Local media reported the fee was 8 million euros (£7m) and said Carvalho had also agreed an option for a third season.<br />
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He is Real's fifth addition to the squad since the end of the last campaign following the purchase of winger Angel Di Maria and midfielders Pedro Leon, Sergio Canales and Sami Khedira.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173189733290109242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924007158438757659.post-22899606913418334102010-07-04T08:10:00.001-07:002010-07-04T08:10:39.721-07:00HIRMAN vs JENNY (post-break up evaluation)HIRMAN<br />
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GOOD<br />
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1. Beautiful smile<br />
2. Always make me laugh<br />
3. Don’t give a damn ‘bout other ppl bzness<br />
4. Gives me freedom<br />
5. Brought the best side of me to myself<br />
6. Patience<br />
7. Tolerable<br />
8. Responsible to other people<br />
9. Amazing family members (love them)<br />
10. Amazing friends around him<br />
11. Something I can’t live without<br />
12. Adorable<br />
13. Reliable at some point<br />
14. Don’t care ‘bout unnecessary stuffs<br />
15. Simple<br />
16. Easy-going<br />
17. Friendly<br />
18. Didn’t talk much<br />
19. Care about manner<br />
20. Real charming<br />
21. Always there for his friends ;-)<br />
22. Work hard for what he earned<br />
23. Able to hide all his feelings<br />
24. Hates drama<br />
25. Put his trust in me<br />
26. Straight-forward<br />
27. Honest <br />
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BAD<br />
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1. Selfish<br />
2. Easily give up<br />
3. So damn cruel<br />
4. Sleep too much<br />
5. Make actions without thinking<br />
6. Always make me cry<br />
7. Always make me feel guilty<br />
8. Irresponsible to himself<br />
9. Always leave me alone<br />
10. Never said the right thing when he needed to<br />
11. Out of my reach<br />
12. Something I never had<br />
13. Always keep things to himself<br />
14. Never notice what I did for him<br />
15. Never appreciate my sacrifices<br />
16. Never say ‘I can’t live without you’<br />
17. Always left me assuming<br />
18. Never imagine being in my shoes<br />
19. Never say ‘I need you’<br />
20. Always break or forget his promises<br />
21. Never think I’m important<br />
22. Never know how to handle me<br />
23. Able to do just fine without me<br />
24. Ignorant<br />
25. Easily snapped<br />
26. Couldn’t handle too many problems at once<br />
27. Took me for granted<br />
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**50-50.<br />
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JENNY<br />
<br />
<br />
GOOD<br />
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1. Friendly<br />
2. Will always be there for him<br />
3. Accept his weaknesses<br />
4. Loves him more than herself<br />
5. Make sacrifices for his happiness<br />
6. Patient sometimes<br />
7. Funny<br />
8. Energetic<br />
9. Tolerable<br />
10. Loved by some people closed to him<br />
11. Never say ‘no’ to whatever he asked for<br />
12. Independent sometimes<br />
13. Have a bright future ha-ha<br />
14. Easily forgiving<br />
15. Realistic sometimes<br />
16. Confident <br />
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BAD<br />
<br />
<br />
1. Such a cry baby<br />
2. Attention-seeker<br />
3. Needy<br />
4. Clingy at times<br />
5. Messy<br />
6. Harsh<br />
7. Use vulgar words when she’s angry<br />
8. Nosy<br />
9. Dark family background<br />
10. Dark history and past<br />
11. Tomboyish<br />
12. Complicated<br />
13. Talks too much<br />
14. Asks too much<br />
15. Annoying<br />
16. Didn’t understand him when she needed to<br />
17. Put pressure on him<br />
18. Immature<br />
19. Childish<br />
20. Such a bitch<br />
21. Difficult to understand<br />
22. Impossible to handle<br />
23. Fat<br />
24. Keeps too many secret<br />
25. Always forget stuffs<br />
26. Too dramatic<br />
27. Too paranoid<br />
28. Weak<br />
29. Moody<br />
30. Unpredictable<br />
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**What a drama-queen I was.. I would like to apologize to anyone who got hurt during all the drama I made.. May God bless ya!Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173189733290109242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924007158438757659.post-29177950992730860412010-06-25T12:00:00.000-07:002010-06-25T12:01:44.915-07:00WC 2010 and more...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/TCT8yii8VQI/AAAAAAAAAKk/I6lvo0RxqSw/s1600/IMG_8491.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="433" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/TCT8yii8VQI/AAAAAAAAAKk/I6lvo0RxqSw/s640/IMG_8491.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173189733290109242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924007158438757659.post-18659272271133397542010-06-24T09:34:00.000-07:002010-06-24T09:35:39.078-07:00WC 2010 So Far...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/TCOJEKVze6I/AAAAAAAAAKc/HvYRmQ-pzuE/s1600/31174_1442776223305_1050078837_1313322_7378275_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/TCOJEKVze6I/AAAAAAAAAKc/HvYRmQ-pzuE/s400/31174_1442776223305_1050078837_1313322_7378275_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173189733290109242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924007158438757659.post-7823968377243563132010-06-13T12:02:00.000-07:002010-06-13T12:03:29.259-07:00WORLD CUP 2010Two teams I'll be supporting:<br />
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PARAGUAY AND JAPAN<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/TBUrIbzIvoI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jFD6RID5EVg/s1600/IMG_8436.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/TBUrIbzIvoI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jFD6RID5EVg/s640/IMG_8436.JPG" width="427" /></a></div>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173189733290109242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924007158438757659.post-66221760695639113552010-06-13T09:12:00.001-07:002010-06-13T09:13:38.543-07:00White Phosphorus / Willie Pete (WP)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/TBUDW6itDUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9-rKT7V9KkY/s1600/22253_107834325894026_100000023777222_211900_5078209_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/TBUDW6itDUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9-rKT7V9KkY/s400/22253_107834325894026_100000023777222_211900_5078209_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173189733290109242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924007158438757659.post-33976475174112398782010-06-11T11:09:00.000-07:002010-06-13T09:37:26.679-07:00Question On My Mind<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/TBJ7pbAwj1I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JB3q0lMPpqE/s1600/Image051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/TBJ7pbAwj1I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JB3q0lMPpqE/s640/Image051.jpg" width="484" /></a></div>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173189733290109242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924007158438757659.post-38624205172793041492009-10-22T13:19:00.000-07:002009-10-22T13:29:20.953-07:00The Last Two Weekends<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/SuC_uBSSG7I/AAAAAAAAAIU/FWjhqtmGv8M/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/SuC_uBSSG7I/AAAAAAAAAIU/FWjhqtmGv8M/s200/Image023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395523150929861554" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/SuC_tzWKgcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/96siSW36rDs/s1600-h/10133_1070952952766_1794403083_157832_7639744_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/SuC_tzWKgcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/96siSW36rDs/s200/10133_1070952952766_1794403083_157832_7639744_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395523147188044226" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/SuC_tvJcG6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/sl0cpj8Fq5I/s1600-h/020.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/SuC_tvJcG6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/sl0cpj8Fq5I/s200/020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395523146060929954" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/SuC_tesj2XI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PjgGU-umpZQ/s1600-h/002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/SuC_tesj2XI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PjgGU-umpZQ/s200/002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395523141644835186" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/SuC_s-ErfUI/AAAAAAAAAH0/bu1PEzvAu-0/s1600-h/9021_1070948072644_1794403083_157820_7565767_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/SuC_s-ErfUI/AAAAAAAAAH0/bu1PEzvAu-0/s200/9021_1070948072644_1794403083_157820_7565767_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395523132887629122" border="0" /></a><br />What happen was, i performed at two dinner. The first is for Bio Nite and second is FKE pre-graduation Night...<br /><br />I'll upload the video to youtube soon<br />but, here's the pictures<br />Enjoy!Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173189733290109242noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924007158438757659.post-5087160892638645892009-09-11T11:46:00.000-07:002009-09-11T11:51:45.160-07:00DEBATE 007 – TH SUPPORTS EMBEDDED JOURNALIST IN TIME OF WARDEBATE 007 – TH SUPPORTS EMBEDDED JOURNALIST IN TIME OF WAR<br />Friday. September 11, 2009<br /><br /><br />PM – MC G (OG)<br />Said that supports mean protection. Proposed that embedded journalist needed equal protection as of the soldiers because of the importance of their role in giving out information.<br /><br />LO – AIN (OO)<br />Countered that embedded journalists are not needed because of the fact that it is unnecessary to take that risk. Secondly, she argued that people do not need to know about what happen during the war. They only need to know the outcome.<br /><br />DPM – OJAN (OG)<br />Talk about how important protection is towards those in need.<br /><br />DLO – PAEI (OO)<br />Talked about unnecessary media’s role in battlefield.<br /><br />MEMBER GOVT – JENNY (CG)<br />I rebutted that any journalist regardless of what field they are in, took the risk everyday to gather information. Then, I extended the debate in terms of public support whereby without the support of the public, it is impossible for a war to be won. I also differentiate information gathered during the war and post-war information. Secondly, I talked about the value behind sending an embedded journalist to war as it gives an impression towards the public that the government is not keeping secrets of whatever happen during the war. Lastly, I talked about the effect of not sending journalist, that the government will lose support from the public, there’s no volunteers and sponsors.<br /><br />MEMBER OPT – STIFLER (CO)<br />Stifler talked about how these journalists are abusing the information they had.<br /><br />GW – Q (CG)<br />Q differentiate between the information that are abused during the war and after the war. He argued that regardless of when the information is taken into account, there are always rooms for abuse.<br /><br />OW – JO (CO)<br />She talked about how it is morally wrong to give out wrong information to the public.<br /><br />FEEDBACK (by ZHARIF AND MAKETAB)<br />The opening government lost because of the wrong idea that they brought forward. Journalists are already protected equally by the soldiers. The closing opposition got third because their extension was not clear. Opening opposition got second because of Ain’s template speech. We won because we touch on the real issue of the debate. The issue in the debate for the side of Government is firstly security of the journalist whereby if they are embedded under the military force then they would likely be more protected. Secondly, having a journalist among soldier would give the soldier a humanized perspective whereby it makes them feel human again after killing people. For the opposition, sending journalist is a burden for the military in order to protect them that they will be morally down if the journalist died under their protection. Secondly, it is a waste of public fund for sending someone over to in the end wrote a biased reporting.<br /><br />OBSERVERS (MOHAMAD, AERIE, THRONG, MAI AND AHMED)<br /><br />RANKING<br />OG – 4TH, OO – 2ND,<br />CG – 1ST, CO – 3RD<br />~YEAY~ I GOT FIRST!!!!!Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173189733290109242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924007158438757659.post-55672877042221848312009-09-08T15:58:00.000-07:002009-09-08T16:05:11.137-07:00Second Chance<span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">09-09-09<br /> 6:45am<br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/Sqbh_ZkJYQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/6kgyUgcok4g/s1600-h/03-09-09_1305.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/Sqbh_ZkJYQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/6kgyUgcok4g/s200/03-09-09_1305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379235284251140354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">If love is red, then I’m color-blind.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />If love is a lesson to learn, then I’m the worst student.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />And if love is physics, I’ll never graduate.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />I have learnt that love is a confusing method to break a heart.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />I have been told that love is an experiment to avoid.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />But I have found the stronger side of me through falling out of love.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Love can never be seen through naked eyes.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It cannot be understood but can only be felt.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />And if you love someone, you are so damn lucky.</span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />I don’t believe in happily ever after.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />I don’t believe in second chance.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Once it’s over, there’s no turning back.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />But if I took one more step forward.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />My whole principle crashes backward.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />So I’d rather not be moved.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />I’d rather not be given the second chance.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Because love is not red in color.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />It is not a subject nor is it a degree course.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />But if you’re in love, then you are lucky.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />For if you fall out of love then you are not subjected to second chance.</span> </span>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173189733290109242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924007158438757659.post-7006348618006673412009-09-05T09:48:00.000-07:002009-09-05T09:49:42.376-07:00Alone With the Moon Tonight<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Ramadhan 15 - Sept 5, 2009</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">I watched the full moon tonight in a midst of nowhere</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">I can almost touch it from the reflection in the water spot</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Here, the moon still shines so beautiful</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">With no smoke from the factories</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">With green trees all over it creating such a scenery</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">With the sound of streaming rivers and singing frogs</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">This is a night like no other</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">I feel so intact with the nature</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">I can imagine the moon as if it was made of velvet</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">That I can touch it, hug it and kiss it</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">It would have been love</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">But tonight, I’m all alone</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">There’s no one out there to share this moment with me</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Saddening, that something beautiful will only be cherished by a lonesome like me</span>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173189733290109242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924007158438757659.post-27572701665078721572009-09-02T11:23:00.000-07:002009-09-02T11:25:22.473-07:00DEBATE 005 – THBT CANNING UNDER SYARIAH LAW SHOULD BE ABOLISHFriday. August 28, 2009<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">PM – STIFLER (OG)</span><br />Proposed that canning is redundant and no longer serve the purpose of deterrent. Stated that canning is not align with the content of religion and that the role of punishment is to teach what is right and what is wrong and that by simply punishing, the people won’t truly understands the actual reasoning. Lastly, he stated that physical harm induces fear, not faith.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">LO – RAF (OO)</span><br />Clarified that canning under syariah law was actually meant for humiliation as a form of deterrent instead of physical harm. She also stated that the Quran states what’s right and wrong. She also said that this is the best form of deterrent as it proved to have decreased the percentage of offenses against religion.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">DPM – MC G (OG)</span><br />McG came in and said that punishment without education is meaningless and therefore believes that the government should teach the people who committed offenses about faith in religion.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">DLO – Q (OO)</span><br />Q later on came in with no points but simply rebuttals. However, the best idea from Q is that even if a person do not understand the religion, as long as that person live in Malaysia, and is a muslim, he/she is still subjected to the syariah law in Malaysia therefore regardless of whether education is needed, no one is above the law.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">MEMBER GOVT – AERIE</span><br />Aerie believes that law evolves from time to time and therefore canning is no longer relevant in this modern world. He also believes that without canning, there is an opportunity for the law to reform as to not simply refer to redundant reference. He also believes that if canning is for the humiliation purpose, then there are a lot of other ways to shame people such as media involvement which would work better.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">MEMBER OPT – JO</span><br />She believes that the society will accept something as right or wrong the imposition of law.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">GW – THRONG</span><br />Throng distinguish the syariah and civil law whereby syariah law is only applicable to Muslim and not other religions. He also talked about acceptance of law which could have different interpretation by different subjects. He also said that the government has the accountability as of how the country is beng judged and that by abolishing canning, people perceptions towards the Muslim community would be changed.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">OW – MAI</span><br />She talked about the justification of canning. She also compares education and physical harm and which is more effective.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">FEEDBACK (by PAIE, WANI, ZHARIF, JENNY AND AIN)</span><br />This motion should actually analyze the practice of canning under Syariah Law in Malaysia. There is a need to analyze on the different in canning practices under syariah law and civil law whereas under civil law, the whipping is hard, hurtful and definitely extreme while under syariah law, he whipping is merely the same as school students gotten whipped for coming late to school etc. The issue lead this debate is the arbitrary concept of whipping for syariah law which only suppose to practices punishment that is stated by the Quran and whipping is not one of them which explains when looking through the different school of thoughts in Islam where different beliefs existed. Lastly, it is the issue of the image of Muslim country when applying canning viewed by other countries. This is due to the misunderstanding that the canning performed in Malaysia is the same as the Arabs country. Example addressed in the debate is the Kartika case who is a nurse who consumes alcohol and will be canned under syariah law.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">OBSERVERS (MOHAMAD, AHMED)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">MOST PROBABLE RANKING</span><br />OG – 4TH, OO – 2ND, CG – 1ST, CO – 3RDJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173189733290109242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924007158438757659.post-43492681161673660942009-08-17T13:59:00.000-07:002009-09-03T12:03:51.641-07:00Liar Lied<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/SonFAf6tbhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CRZC15HZ-W0/s1600-h/z78005350.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/SonFAf6tbhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CRZC15HZ-W0/s200/z78005350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371040642974445074" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I am a liar<br />I lied so many times<br />I’ve told a lot of lies<br />The best part of being a liar<br />I can tell if someone is lying<br />When it comes to detecting a liar<br />It takes one to know one<br />But the worst part<br />I have to live a lie<br />And it hurts everyday<br />Knowing the fact that liar lies</span></div>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173189733290109242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924007158438757659.post-11630177572272260122009-06-09T10:19:00.000-07:002009-06-10T00:15:53.781-07:00Entry #5 Philippines and Appreciating<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/Si9dj92_MHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3Y7I8sS3Cm8/s1600-h/entry5_008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/Si9dj92_MHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3Y7I8sS3Cm8/s320/entry5_008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345594155194069106" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/Si9djkiRlqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/eSnfK-N0cPg/s1600-h/entry5_005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/Si9dRI5fvMI/AAAAAAAAACE/gra1O3hsamA/s320/entry5_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345593831739866306" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/Si9dQ33w2gI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Dq9CP6uHrsU/s1600-h/entry5_001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/Si9dQ33w2gI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Dq9CP6uHrsU/s320/entry5_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345593827169196546" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173189733290109242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924007158438757659.post-66881112345996629702009-06-09T10:15:00.001-07:002009-06-10T00:33:23.481-07:00Entry #4 Terengganu and Loneliness<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/Si9huWqaw4I/AAAAAAAAADs/Hpo56qnWD-s/s1600-h/1_714608730l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/Si9huWqaw4I/AAAAAAAAADs/Hpo56qnWD-s/s200/1_714608730l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345598731697439618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/Si9huSpsQ1I/AAAAAAAAADk/1WGAglhRXC8/s1600-h/1_583972527l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/Si9huSpsQ1I/AAAAAAAAADk/1WGAglhRXC8/s200/1_583972527l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345598730620650322" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/Si9huFoAY2I/AAAAAAAAADc/ilyvxcDs_Hw/s1600-h/1_295690163l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/Si9huFoAY2I/AAAAAAAAADc/ilyvxcDs_Hw/s200/1_295690163l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345598727123919714" border="0" /></a><br />I used to love someone but now he’s dead. I’ve tried to search for him, even in himself, but I couldn’t find him anywhere. I’m confident that this man I love is now dead. It’s funny how you never appreciate what you have and only miss everything when it’s gone. I went to Terengganu in 2007 and I was a complete stranger. I was the only English debater among Malay debaters that I don’t really know. This is when I start to learn the art of surviving especially when I left my hand phone at home. Being somewhere 12 hour’s away drive from home without being able to communicate with people who are closed to you, that were painful. And there he was, this man I love, tried every possible way he could to be in touch with me. I was ashamed that I was being controlled by him in front of everyone. I started thinking about freedom, living without him. But then, I was wrong. I just want to go home, to meet him and fall into his arms. The freedom I thought of living can actually be defined as loneliness. If I was able to see things clearer, maybe then I’ll realize that I can never live without him. But still, I learned to survive. I make friends. I bathe at a non-bathing zone. I drove a car through zig zag roads and I made it to Batu Burok all the way from Dungun. I met my ex-classmate. I judge every round. I even met new people, including my current boyfriend. I judge the final. I chose the winning team and I made it out of there being someone new. I even had the funniest joke preyed upon me. They bought me a bubble phone for kids to joke on how much I miss my hand phone. Truth is, I miss him, the man I love. But there’s no use is remembering the feelings because he is dead. He won’t be coming back. Even if I am lying to myself every day, I’m closer to happiness than he’ll ever be. The only thing I can do is learn from this. To be aware of your true feelings took more than just a thought. It took courage, self-confidence and faith.<br /><br />Coming up next: Philippines and AppreciatingJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173189733290109242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924007158438757659.post-75190089703154188512009-06-09T10:10:00.000-07:002009-06-10T00:22:21.466-07:00Entry #3 Cameron Highland and then I Lost a Father<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/Si9d1HTjhRI/AAAAAAAAADE/ygeIavZ5reU/s1600-h/ENTRY3_01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/Si9d1HTjhRI/AAAAAAAAADE/ygeIavZ5reU/s200/ENTRY3_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345594449787585810" border="0" /></a><br />I had always known that there were problems. If only it can be fixed. Then I would probably be a different person. I would probably be more tolerant, happy, unemotional, trusting and have faith in love. But in reality, it wasn’t fixed, it was left that way. I despised fate for being so cruel. I still remember vividly the whole trip. My father arranged a vacation for all of us to Cameron Highland. We all agreed since it has been so long since we had a family vacation. If I knew that it was going to be the last time I had a vacation with him alongside everyone in the family, I would appreciate every moment I had. I would hold him so tight. But now he belongs to someone else. He’s no longer a part of us. But it hurts the most that he is happier now than then. I used to hate it when he argued with my mother. But now I miss hearing them because it was so funny. It was cold when we stayed at the home stay. It was beautiful that everyone cuddled up to each other at night. I still remember the roses I bought. The strawberry keychain as well. The food we ate. I miss being seven of us, but now we’re six. I had face the fact that now he’s gone. Because I love my father, I would be happy if he’s happy. I should be happy for him. Sooner or later I’ll have to accept the fact anyway. Pop, wherever you are, hope you know, I love you and I’ll be there for you if you need me. I won’t turn my back against you even if it hurts.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/Si9d65q8gMI/AAAAAAAAADM/mvS6KmsUjPA/s1600-h/ENTRY3_03.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/Si9d65q8gMI/AAAAAAAAADM/mvS6KmsUjPA/s200/ENTRY3_03.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345594549206810818" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/Si9eG7_kXeI/AAAAAAAAADU/qVu2rJRFIfU/s1600-h/ENTRY3_02.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/Si9eG7_kXeI/AAAAAAAAADU/qVu2rJRFIfU/s200/ENTRY3_02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345594755988610530" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Coming up next: Terengganu and LonelinessJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173189733290109242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924007158438757659.post-82826472653940167332009-06-09T08:22:00.000-07:002009-06-10T00:19:41.215-07:00Entry #2 Thailand and Chickenpox<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/Si75_MlDLCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ldZzJ_lBP3M/s1600-h/entry+2_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/Si75_MlDLCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ldZzJ_lBP3M/s200/entry+2_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345484671839054882" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/Si750PRKCrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Kihh_18zQNw/s1600-h/entry+2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 50px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/Si750PRKCrI/AAAAAAAAABs/Kihh_18zQNw/s200/entry+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345484483582364338" border="0" /></a><br />It was in 2006 and it was supposed to be a sport event but I joined for a seminar program. There were me, Maisarah, Sac, Izs and Azrul. We were all debaters for UiTM Perlis and that event was called Indonesia, Malaysia, Thailand - Growth Triangle (IMT-GT). We went to Prince of Songkhla University. The best thing I could remember was the food I had at a cafeteria there and how cheap the earrings were there. I love earrings. But the worst thing was I got chicken pox after just two days. That fever forced me to just sleep in my room and did not go to any event. It was sad especially when the rest got a chance to travel all the way to the beach where they had a gold mermaid statue. They got to ride on a boat and I was just sleeping in my room. The cruelest part was that I was forced to present in seminar with pox all over my face. I lost all my confidence. But we still got first place. Then I went straight home with a UiTM driver. I was left with chicken pox for more than 2 weeks. I was so afraid to meet my bf (who’s no longer my bf now) in case he won’t love me anymore. But he’s a super nice guy and accepts me for who I was. I never say thank you for that. But dude, thanks a lot for always being there for me if u read this somehow. Up until now, I still envy the fact that Mai, Sac, Izs, Azrul and even Nizam (who represents UiTM for cultural performance) get the chance to have a lot of fun without me. Guys, I’ll go there again one day and take hundreds of photos for you guys to see…..hehh!!<br /><br />Coming up next: Cameron Highland and then I lost a fatherJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173189733290109242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924007158438757659.post-53915446692998375162009-06-07T19:19:00.000-07:002009-06-07T19:23:19.653-07:00ENTRY #1 Introduction<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/Six2Di9ulFI/AAAAAAAAABE/qlHQJhwt-Ac/s1600-h/02062009%28001%291.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwyEzbbEHYw/Six2Di9ulFI/AAAAAAAAABE/qlHQJhwt-Ac/s200/02062009%28001%291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344776661079331922" border="0" /></a><br />Sometimes you loved, and you learned.<br />Heartbreak is only a part of that learning experience.<br />I have loved, and I have learned.<br />I have tasted heartbreak.<br />I have fallen down to my knees.<br />I have lost what I can’t live without.<br />But even if I can’t live without it, I kept on waking up every morning.<br />And I am perfectly sober, still awake and not dying.<br />Life must go on even if you wake up every morning hoping that it stops.<br />That’s what I’ve learned.<br />This is my first entry of my blog.<br />I’m not going to write about my feelings, my fucked up life or how much I’m hurt.<br />Instead, what I will write in this blog is my point of view, life experience or merely imagination.<br />My entries will be entries that will affect the lives of everyone who can relate to them…<br />I’m so sick of entertaining my own feelings, suffering from heartache and being selfish to talk just about myself.<br />I would only wish him well and try to forget.<br />If you love someone so much, you will let him go.<br />If you love him so much, you would only want him to be happy.<br />If this is what makes him happy, then this is what I have to live with.<br />So, enjoy!Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173189733290109242noreply@blogger.com0