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May 20, 2007
OMG!!!
I FINALLY FIGURE OUT HOW TO USE HTML IN BETA!!!!
*JUMPS AROUND*
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So sweet peeps.. pretty pls relink me? hehehehhe… don’t complain la~ hehehe
May 20, 2007
Shyt!
I’m thinking of switching to blogger again. ):
Yah, i know. AGAIN. *roll eyes*
I’m so fickle minded i can die.
But i love the functions wordpress have to offer! But i’m sick of having not much control over the html. (aka cannot change nice nice skins.)
ARGH. Should i? Should i?
): ): ):
*Updated:
I just realise that blogger had changed to Beta something and html won’t work. =.=
AND TELL ME WHATS THE USE OF BEING ABLE TO EDIT YOUR LAYOUT WHEN HTML WUN WORK?
ta ma de….
May 19, 2007
When was the last time you walk in the rain?
No, not the walk in a drizzle for 5 minutes kind of walk in the rain. I’m saying full blown downpour cats-and-dogs walking in the rain until you’re practically dripping droplets from your hair with your clothes tight fit kind of walk in the rain.
Not the run your way home while cursing kind of walk in the rain either.
When was the last time you walk in the rain and smile at their dance?
Damn, i was too late. Should have brought my umbrella.
Should i run? Damn this rain is heavey.
(folded my jacket and tuck it into my bag.)
(grab my hairband and tied my hair into a ponytail)
Here goes nothing.
(walks out into the pouring rain)
Clothes drenched. Hair dripping wet. Eyes are staring. But i kept walking. Not hurrying, but instead slowing down. I sneezed and shiver from the cold.
But in the end, all i could think of was..
it felt good.
May 12, 2007
I often wondered why I’ve never told my parents whenever i got bullied. (No, I’m not trying to portray the image that I’m the weak little princess that needs protection all the time nor am i trying to act pitiful. I don’t get bullied all the time, just sometimes.) And i often wondered why I’ve never told them that it hurt real bad when they tell me I’m fat. I also wondered why I’ve never told them it doesn’t matter if it’s a joke or if they didn’t really mean it. Of course they didn’t mean it, I’m their precious little girl. Why would they mean it? Yet often, I’ve wondered why i didn’t tell them it hurts the same.
Yes, i admit. I’m fat. But i didn’t choose to be like that did i? So I’m not one of the lucky ones that ‘could not grow fat no matter how i eat’ nor am i one of the ones that is born slim slender. I was born bigger than other babies because i wasn’t healthy and has never been slim all my life. Yes i might not be the most hardworking girl who exercise all the time but i don’t sleep all day or stuff myself with food all the time either! I eat normally and in normal quantity and live life normally! And yes i do have a mirror thank you very much and my eyes works perfectly well so do you have to tell me I’m fat like i cannot see for myself?
So leave me alone already!
For some reasons, i shared with them a little story of my stay in a childcare center when i was much younger and fatter.
From what i can remember, there are 2 girls and 2 boys which are the main characters of my story. They are the ones i have to spend the most time with.
G1 : older than us at that time so she mostly join us during lunch and tuition
G2 : My classmate whom i don’t really know
B1 & B2 : Kids at the tuition center
I remember forgetting a remedial class that afternoon and went along to take a shower. Back at the tuition room, the teacher asked, “Jasmine, how come XX went for remedial and you didn’t? I thought both of you are in the same class?”
“I’m sorry. I forgot.”
G1: “This kind of things can forget one meh? Can you forgot your name anot?”
“Shut up.”
G1: “You shut up.”
Surprisingly, the teacher didn’t say anything. Useless bitch i must say.
Strong word isn’t it? “Bitch”. Don’t blame me. I guess i kind of really dislike her.
She once told me “Jasmine, can you don’t make your voice so teh. At least XX is cute and the voice suits her lor.”
Teh : meaning yang orh. Like kids go all high pitch and whiny in an effort to appear cute.
XX is another girl whom has a very teh voice.
The voice was my natural voice and she told me that in front of so many students.
How would you feel if it’s you?
Sometimes, the teacher will bring us upstairs to play. I specially bought along a box so that they could catch whatever bugs they want. In a way I’m trying to suck up to them, desperate to be accepted.
G1: How? Wanna catch what?
Me: Butterflies?
G1: Don’t want la, catch the big ants!
Rest: Okays!
I tagged along and we caught quite a few. The box was placed at a bench where i was sitting when B1 came to take a closer look.
Accidentally, he knocked it over and the rest approached to see what had happened.
The cover had came off and ants was crawling everywhere. Our efforts are gone.
G1: My gosh, What happen?
B1: She la! Jasmine knock it over one!
Me: It wasn’t me! It was B1!
Rest: Don’t lie la, must be we don’t let you catch butterflies that’s why you knock it over to take revenge.
They wouldn’t let me play after that.
Other times, instead of catching bugs, we’ll play the infamous catching game. There’s once when G1 started crying and refusing to go back to the tuition center and she was insisting that XX was the catcher and stuff.
Since i was nearer to G1, i tried to comfort her.
“Don’t cry la.. it’s just a game.”
Instead, she turn around and said.
“Shut up you fat girl.”
I muttered, “I was just trying to help..” and turn away. I didn’t want anyone to see me crying. It hurt so bad.
In the end, they blamed me again. Jasmine is the one who made them fight and made G1 cried. Even the teacher didn’t bother to defend me.
As i told my parents the part of “Shut up you fat girl.”, i was expecting sympathy.
Instead, they laughed. Straight in my face, they had laughed.
“Now you also know you’re fat ah?” my mother had said.
“shut up you fat girl, hahaha” my father had laughed.
I ended my story there and then. Reminded of why I’ve never told them about it. Feeling the stab of hurt in me. Feeling stupid because I’ve started to teared. Telling myself I’m such a baby.
Back in the car i tried to act normal, to joke and my mother laughed and said, ” HAHAHA, fat girl ah, Yah lor, you’re really so fat last time. blah..”
I gave up acting and look out the window. Silent as i tried to hide the fallen tears.
It had hurt so bad.
May 10, 2007
I. WANT. TO. GET. A. LIP. PIERCING!
RAWRRRR.
I don’t care if you’re going to tell me it’s ugly. I don’t care if you’re going to tell me it’s super ah lian. I don’t care if you’re going to tell me it’s disgusting!
I WANT A LIP PIERCING!
It might look ah lian if every sentence i said ends or starts with a C**** B** or L** J*** or whatever vulgarities know to man. But i don’t say all those things anyway. So conclusion: i won’t look ah lian.
I think a lip piercing is sexy. Really. Like sexy. Of course, tongue piercing is the sexiest of the sexy piercings but.. let’s just say, not my thing.
Anyway, i can always take it out if i don’t like it anymore. Unlike a tattoo right?
It’s soo annoyging.
Tattoo? Parents seem okay but bf strongly objects.
Lip piercing? Bf okay but parents objects.
Did they like gang up to take turns to objects to everything?!
#^@#$%!@#%#%&!$%~@#$………
May 6, 2007
See la! If i never update it’s one week or more. And when i finally do, 2 in a day! =.=
Anyway, an inspiration hit me hard in the head (not literally you moron.) and BOM! I made a blog skin.
This one is about friends. (:
Screenshot:
P.S THIS WORKS IN FIREFOX ONLY. IF YOU WANT THE CODES FOR IE, EMAIL ME.
You can preview it Here!
To comment or download it, go here!
I’m adding this to 
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May 6, 2007
…my computer screen was broken by my baby cousin who smashed it with my mouse and my dog ate my keyboard and crapped little alphabets on my CPU causing it be jammed and i accidentally spill milk onto my speaker and it went KABOM! and now my computer is reduced to on big piece of blackish looking trash.
Why are you looking at me like that? It’s true!
It took me about a week to fix it! On. My. Own.
Be proud of me. I know i am. (:
Did i tell you i’m going to Taiwan? Like TAIWAN, T-A-I-W-A-N. Yes, where anyhow anyhow walk i also might bump into Jacky Wu, Nono, Kang Kang? Did i tell you?
NO PARENTS! HIGH DAO!!!
And yes baby! It’s back to school!
Shorts + bigbig tees + slippers = LOVE.
Me like~ 
April 27, 2007
Today is my last day at Bintan Resort Ferries.
I thought I’ll be happy, but.. i don’t really know what’s going on but.. I’m feeling kind of sad. ):
Uncle Mahmood specially sat beside me for a long chat today. It’s one of the stories telling session. This makes me sad.
He asked for my number and told me that we must keep in contact. This makes me sad.
He came back just to talk and sit with me and HX when he’s supposed to leave. This makes me sad.
He reminded us to drop by the office whenever we happen to pass by. This makes me sad.
Wendy & Yock harn
Wendy came and wished me all the best. This makes me sad.
Yock Harn joked with us. This makes me sad.
Frank told us no matter what we do in life, always remember to have fun. This makes me sad.
Din is the dude on the right.
Din bid us good bye. This makes me sad.
Uncle Yip wasn’t around before i leave because he’s on board supervising some repairment of the ferry. This makes me sad.
I return the security card. This makes me sad.
I entered my dad car and we drove away.
I am really sad. ):
April 23, 2007
1. She absolutely needs to have this special pants with her when she goes to bed. There’s a pocket where her fingers just can’t stop touching. It used to be pillow cases but i guess it had evolve into pocket edges after the pillow cases got throw away/torn/decomposed/shred to pieces.
Here’s the gross part. When she was really little, she used to insist that her parents sniff her pillow case. Reason is she find that it smelled absolutely heavenly.
Funny part was, her parents actually obliged. (Although they almost died after that.)
2. She baby talks to her dog and kisses her dog at least twice a day. Heck, i think the one and only living thing that has the most number of her kisses is her dog.
She’s so obsessed with her dog she used to share paddle pop (ice cream on a stick) with her dog. How to you may ask? The dog and her will lick the ice cream together. One on each side.
But that is until her dog’s breathe start getting too stinky.
3. She is kinda sadistic. She will scream and shout for no reason. More often, she will sneak up on her parents or dog and shout real loud just to see them jump.
It gives her the utmost satisfaction and you’ll see her grinning from ear to ear the rest of the day.
Of course, she would do it again if she had the chance. You just have to watch your back.
4.She is able to bark exactly like her dog. She sound so alike that most often than not, her dog was scolded for nothing.
Nowadays, she is almost able to hold a barking conversation with her dog. It’s interesting to see how her dog actually responses when she ‘barks’.
If you’re going to drop a comment about this, forget it. She will not be amused.
5. She talks to herself if life gets too tough and she felt like there’s no one to talk to. Sometimes she gets so engross that she would forget there’s people nearby.
In the end, she is just being stared at.
6. She and her cousin shares a weird telepathy. They would often say the same thing at the same time or they’ll know what the other is thinking about without saying anything.
There’s once they went to Malaysia with Jasmne’s family for some seafood. And a freaky thing happened.
Waitress: Table for how many miss?
Cousin: 5 pls.
Jasmne nodded and approached a table meant for 5.
Her parents joined them at the table and the waitress bough 4 cups.
Jasmne: Daddy, why only 4 cups ah?
Dad: Only got mummy, me, u and mei qin. Four what. Than how many u want?
Jasmne & Cousin : *Gasp*
Somehow both of they felt that there was been five of them all along.
Freaky telepathy eh?
April 22, 2007
It was an ordinary day and i was blog hopping when i came across ms ZHANG HUI SIAN XIAN blog.
This is what i saw.
…Wah piangs. my name there still nevermind.
NABEH. STILL MUST 连名带姓 WANT IS IT?!
TRAITOR!
P.S HEHEHEHEHE. MS HX, YOU JUST GOT BASTARD!
April 21, 2007
Heellllloooooooooooo!!!
I have extremely lazy busy so that explains the lack of posts. (:
WHAT! Don’t look at me like that. I’M busy. No! I wasn’t watching tv just now. I’m just erm.. erm.. resting my eyes. Honest!
Anyway, i just started a community in LJ. It’s called justmyportfolio.
Bascially all my artsy pantsy ya dah ya dah stuff will be appearing there. (:
If you’re a Lj user, go join member hor! I will love you very strong!
Click on the image above to go over now!
April 16, 2007
No, I’m not ending this bl0g. (at least not yet)
Just that I’m tagged by Mr SotongZai and i have to write a post as if it’s my last post.
If this is my last post, i guess all i will write is,
Thanks for reading me. Nice to have you with me, good bye. Peace.
-End-
Why am i cool about it? Well, if there is a last post on my blog, most probably it meant that I’m bored of blogging and has gone MIA. But in a few months time when my fingers start itching again, you’ll see a new blog mysteriously appear with my name and my picture and my post there.
But on a more serious thought, if this is my last post ever. What will i write?
But what will make it my last post in the first place, could it be i’m dying or computers and laptops are going to become extinct? The latter seem unlikely because if computers and laptop are going extinct, it will mean that something even better or hi-tech is coming out.
So if there is a last post, it must meant i’m dying.
Dying of what? I don’t want to die of disease, i don’t want to die of accident and i don’t want to be stab to death. I only want to die of natural death like old age.
Okay, here goes my last post as if i’m dying of old age in approximately 10 mins. No, i take longer than that to type, i don’t want my last post to be dangling halfway!
Correction: Okay, here goes my last post as if i’m dying of old age in approximately 100 minutes.
Ehem, hi everybody. I have a very important news to break to all of you. I’m dying and this is my very last post to all of you.
If you want to come over and holler at me for not returning you the 20 cents that i borrowed from you last year or if you want to come over to hit me for using your pencil without your permission, you can come over. I’ll be on my bed waiting death.
But be quick because i’ll only be alive for another 1 hour or so. (i know i wrote 100 mins but i must minus away the time taken to write this post and posting it.)
But please, no matter where you hit, not the face.
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Erm, i’m wearing a black shirt and shorts.
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It is very comfortable.
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The weather is really nice and windy right now.
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Gee, what do people write when they are dying?!
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ERms.. lastly goodbye?
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Okay! I give up! I have no idea what to write for my last post. I shall just go MIA when the time for ‘that last post’ comes.
I tag Charmayne, Yongkailoon, Michael, WeiDe and Juan!
What you(the tagged ones) have to do is to post a post as if it’s your last post. And when u’re done, tag 5 more people! (: Have fun!
April 10, 2007
I want a tattoo.
Yes, a tattoo.
Just a small one. And no, it’s not a snowflake or lion or tiger or dragon or whatever typical ah beng ah lian picture. =.=
I’m debating on a fairy tattoo, a rose tattoo or a butterfly tattoo.
And i want it on the back of my palm. But than again, someone told me that sometimes i might want to hide my tattoo and on the back of my hand, it’s kind of hard to hide unless i practically bandage my hand.
And this leads me to a dilemma again. I don’t want it on my arm, I don’t wear sleeveless clothes anyway. I don’t want it on my back, I don’t wear bareback clothings anyway. I don’t want it on my tummy, i’m not going to show a freaking fat tummy to the world!
I want it on the back of my palm! ARGH.
And and and.. i’m emoing right now cause i’m having those bloody (pun intended) period and waking up to see your undies and short in red when it should really be white is not extactly what i call a very nice morning and having your tummy hurting like crap really spoils my breadfast because i counldn’t finish it and i don’t like to waste food.. and.. sorry. I got carried away.
*ehem* Now where was i?
Oh, i want a tattoo. I’m pretty sure my parents will agree to it but the bf won’t. And i hate it.I want a tattoo!!!
Fairy or rose or butterfly?
*sigh*
I even went to the extent of pasting a fake one on my hand. I shall ignore the fact that it’s full of star and glitter (like who the fuck makes tattoo with glitter you tell me?!) which is super kiddo-ish.
Yeah, that’s how much i want a tattoo.
Updated:
As promised to char, i’m going to post up pictures of how my fake tattoo (yes, with the glitter! I’m still bitter about it.) looks like.
Here’s a closer look at the design. Please ignore the glitter.
I’m starting to like it though. Who knew stars can make me happy. (:
