<?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-33511330</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:24:53.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a PEEK into GEM</title><subtitle type='html'>like IT or NOT, i SAY what I wanna SAY "n" YOU can't DO anything ABOUT it. SO, bleh!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms3gem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511330/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms3gem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ms3Gem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08248716805372833410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/geminilady82/gemini01.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33511330.post-3878279518322340657</id><published>2007-08-29T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T11:43:29.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;indeed it's been awhile. my office internet is finally up and running, permanently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;unfortunately, i cannot reveal what has been going on in my life at the moment for the past few months. perhaps, in time, i might be able to tell all but with care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;all i can say is that i am still alive and well. my office has relocated. i'm in the midst of scouting around. i am waiting for a call from a certain financial institution for an oppurtunity. i'm keeping my fingers crossed (and everything crossable) for all to go well ASAP. my other half have been very supportive. my friends and family are very worried. i'm not allowed to reveal anything because of confidentiality. everything is in a mess at the moment, career wise. until i can move on, there's nothing more i can update for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thank you all, for your care. i appreciate it even though i have kinda secluded everyone in my life, except my colleagues and my other half. i shall be able  to lead a normal life soon (i hope). i will be in contact with human beings then. until that time comes, i have to stay solicitous.&lt;/span&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/33511330-3878279518322340657?l=ms3gem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms3gem.blogspot.com/feeds/3878279518322340657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33511330&amp;postID=3878279518322340657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511330/posts/default/3878279518322340657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511330/posts/default/3878279518322340657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms3gem.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile'/><author><name>ms3Gem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08248716805372833410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/geminilady82/gemini01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33511330.post-842679412534644489</id><published>2007-06-09T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T16:00:20.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Want U 2 Knw - Freelance Hellraiser</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yes.. Yes.. I know it's the Sony Ericsson's advertisement song. BUT, I love it. Ever since I saw the ad on TV, I have been searching for it's mp3. Even the ad is so simple and sweet. Give you the 'awww' feeling everytime you watch it. Though it's only 4 lines, it means a lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Want you to know, You make me happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Want you to know, You make me sad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Want you to know, You make me happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the best thing, That I ever had.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Thanks Pinky, for sharing the lurve...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33511330-842679412534644489?l=ms3gem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms3gem.blogspot.com/feeds/842679412534644489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33511330&amp;postID=842679412534644489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511330/posts/default/842679412534644489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511330/posts/default/842679412534644489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms3gem.blogspot.com/2007/06/want-u-2-knw-freelance-hellraiser.html' title='Want U 2 Knw - Freelance Hellraiser'/><author><name>ms3Gem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08248716805372833410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/geminilady82/gemini01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33511330.post-9186187233342932261</id><published>2007-05-10T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T14:08:19.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music For The Dark Lords</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;One of my foreign colleague has decided to record an Album!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"HOZZEN's music is a bit on the Dark and Metal side. The ULTIMATE HeandBanger music. When you have a stressful day and feel like punching / killing someone / thing, log on and listen to HOZZEN's music. Headbang your worries, stress, anxieties, anger and frustrations away and replace it with a smile on your face and an aching neck instead."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;ms3Gem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOZZEN&lt;/strong&gt;'s featured on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Channel[V]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;. Pump up the volumn and get your pulse racing. &lt;strong&gt;HOZZEN&lt;/strong&gt; has 2 more bonus tracks, which he would release in the near future, so look out for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;To listen to his album or if you can't get enough of &lt;strong&gt;HOZZEN&lt;/strong&gt;, click on the link provided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://amp.channelv.com/amp/viewArtist.html?id=5658"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://amp.channelv.com/amp/viewArtist.html?id=5658&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33511330-9186187233342932261?l=ms3gem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms3gem.blogspot.com/feeds/9186187233342932261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33511330&amp;postID=9186187233342932261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511330/posts/default/9186187233342932261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511330/posts/default/9186187233342932261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms3gem.blogspot.com/2007/05/music-for-dark-lords.html' title='Music For The Dark Lords'/><author><name>ms3Gem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08248716805372833410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/geminilady82/gemini01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33511330.post-3974886894988261278</id><published>2007-04-11T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T12:48:49.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honestly, Honesty...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How honest can one be in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My colleague was telling me about a girl he knows and how she was telling him that she recently broke up with her bf of 1 year. She's 20 and her bf's 28. Reason for break up was that he's too controlling. Seems he didn't like her chatting with male strangers on the net. I gave my 2 cents, about maybe during that 1 year, one or the other might have cheated on the other or perhaps have not been honest in some way. My colleague said that he feels the bf has an immature thinking for a guy his age. Besides, the guy is a divorcee and has a daughter. So why is it that he's so petty about chatting with people online? Afterall, so long as she doesn't do anything with these strangers behind his back. I say that the bf was just too old for the girl and he probably feels insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But I do honestly think that there is not enough amount of trust and honesty in the relationship to began with. I wouldn't say that my relationship is ideal but I do tell my man everything. Just last Sunday, I met up with a net friend for the 1st time for a movie and I made sure I told my man about it. He was cool about it as he knew what I was up to and all through that day, I try to keep him informed of my whereabouts. It's always a give and take in every relationship. I give him information, he gives me freedom. I do my part by staying loyal and keeping him informed (without him even asking) and he need not worry. I guess we all need to be a bit 'smart' sometimes to know what correct actions to do / take, as a bf / gf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I, for one, never thought that I would be able to be so honest to my other half. It has come to a point that I even tell him about my past (including the men and experiences), present (who I go out with, my friends, my family and what I do) and future (my plans and expectations). Initially, I was reluctant as I didn't know how he would take it and wondered if he would use it against me in the future, but he has been nothing but supportive. In return, he shares his life tales with me. And surprisingly, instead of feeling jealous or hurt, I feel honored instead. Afterall, what's passed is the past. So long as we now know our roles now and be faithful to each other. Being open and honest brings trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I would not recommend EVERYONE to try this technique as some people might not be so good at handling the truths. But I do suggest that this is a good way of building and maintaining a strong relationship. Nothing is perfect, I know. But we can at least try to make it 90% of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disclaimer: The author would like to emphasize that advises given on this entry should be taken and tried at one's own risk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33511330-3974886894988261278?l=ms3gem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms3gem.blogspot.com/feeds/3974886894988261278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33511330&amp;postID=3974886894988261278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511330/posts/default/3974886894988261278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511330/posts/default/3974886894988261278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms3gem.blogspot.com/2007/04/honestly-honesty.html' title='Honestly, Honesty...?'/><author><name>ms3Gem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08248716805372833410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/geminilady82/gemini01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33511330.post-7156532897249686113</id><published>2007-04-10T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T12:55:07.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote, Unquote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"The ones closest to you, are the ones who causes most hurt"&lt;/span&gt;. We take for granted that we're the ones getting the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never actually look at it from the other perspective. The other part to that saying would be, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"One is more prone to be overly sensitive to the ones closest to them"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I learnt this lesson the hard way. I always lived by the 1st quote, whereby I'm the victim and blame all my hurt on the other person. I was hit by this realization that it's not just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ME ME ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it any relationship or circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s another saying that goes, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;“When you point your finger&lt;/span&gt; (the polite way, with your thumb) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;to blame others, FOUR fingers are pointing back at YOU”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I guess one have to evaluate their own actions and words, before judging others. Many people complain and blame others / circumstances for their failures &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; their biggest failure is not noticing their &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;There was once a girl. She fell in love and was happily leading her life with him. Initially, everywhere one or other went, the other would follow. But after awhile, he decided he wanted to have his own time. It was all fine, as she had her own friends too. Occasionally, he would join her when she met up with her friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;All was well until one day, when he said he would join her with her friends and during the night, when she called him to confirm his attendance, he said he was tired and decided not to go. She got pissed off and showed it in her voice when she told him to just stay home. He didn't notice. They hung up and she weeped. All through her tears, she was asking herself questions like,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'&lt;em&gt;How could he do this to&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?'&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'&lt;em&gt;Why does he make promises and break them in the end&lt;/em&gt;?'&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'&lt;em&gt;Why does he hurt&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;. Little did she know, it was all about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;After 5 minutes of blaming and tears, she decided to see from his point of view. Thoughts ran through her mind. Thoughts like,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'&lt;em&gt;He has a right to be tired&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'&lt;em&gt;I was tired earlier but I had a nap and he just got back from work&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'&lt;em&gt;Hell, even I sometimes don't feel like going out&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'&lt;em&gt;He does try to make it on most occasions&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'&lt;em&gt;He has always been there for me in times of need&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;. Then only her tears dried and she got ready for her outing. Without her man but with a clearer conscience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life does not revolve around oneself. Though there's another saying that goes, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Learn to love yourself before others can love you"&lt;/span&gt;. That saying is true but if you love yourself too much, others will find it hard to find space in your life to love you as you've already taken up all the love-space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Love yourself, indulge sometimes, don’t torture yourself and allow others to be part of your life enough to love you too”&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33511330-7156532897249686113?l=ms3gem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms3gem.blogspot.com/feeds/7156532897249686113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33511330&amp;postID=7156532897249686113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511330/posts/default/7156532897249686113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511330/posts/default/7156532897249686113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms3gem.blogspot.com/2007/04/quote-unquote.html' title='Quote, Unquote'/><author><name>ms3Gem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08248716805372833410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/geminilady82/gemini01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33511330.post-425225020535918599</id><published>2007-04-06T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T10:22:28.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling All Cookie-Monsters!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-XoX0zAcrwk/RhWulNaX54I/AAAAAAAAAAM/I_0DmeKJL-g/s1600-h/FamousAmos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050134511444551554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-XoX0zAcrwk/RhWulNaX54I/AAAAAAAAAAM/I_0DmeKJL-g/s400/FamousAmos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Or, you can visit the URL at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.where-to-go.net/newsletter/famousamos/warehousesale.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.where-to-go.net/newsletter/famousamos/warehousesale.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33511330-425225020535918599?l=ms3gem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms3gem.blogspot.com/feeds/425225020535918599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33511330&amp;postID=425225020535918599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511330/posts/default/425225020535918599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511330/posts/default/425225020535918599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms3gem.blogspot.com/2007/04/calling-all-cookie-monsters.html' title='Calling All Cookie-Monsters!!!'/><author><name>ms3Gem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08248716805372833410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/geminilady82/gemini01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-XoX0zAcrwk/RhWulNaX54I/AAAAAAAAAAM/I_0DmeKJL-g/s72-c/FamousAmos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33511330.post-1740531703690592538</id><published>2007-02-23T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T14:35:51.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Sum Rants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;it's been awhile, huh? just too lazy to actually type, considering i'm in front of the pc every other day and typing most of the time. there were many long-forgotten-post which came me to me in a-spur-of-the-moment but because i didn't type it out, it got all lost somewhere in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;neways, it's friday now and come monday, workflow is going to go back to normal once again and it's going to be awhile before the next holiday. before i go on, i better wish y'all &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE PIGGY YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;it's the year of the pigs and supposingly a good year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;didn't do much this CNY. mostly spent at bf's house in the night to sleep and day at home watching&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/house/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(i recommend everyone to watch it. his character is so crude-yet-humorous). my friends were all back in their hometowns and only came back on wednesday. went for yumcha that day and have been ever since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;pinky and me planned to celebrate our 2007 birthday with a getaway to a jungle-place. we planned to ask a few close friends but ended up with much more over our quota. to be honest, i only wanted a few of the &lt;em&gt;close&lt;/em&gt; friends but i guess pinky kinda opened her mouth at the wrong times, when there were other people at the same table listening and assuming that they're invited too. but situation has been arised so i guess we have to see what we can do about it. i just hope that when the time comes, i won't need to put on my '&lt;em&gt;layan&lt;/em&gt;' face. it's my birthday too so i would like to enjoy it in peace and serenity instead of it being loud, noisy, chaotic and dramafied. *fingers crossed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33511330-1740531703690592538?l=ms3gem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms3gem.blogspot.com/feeds/1740531703690592538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33511330&amp;postID=1740531703690592538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511330/posts/default/1740531703690592538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511330/posts/default/1740531703690592538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms3gem.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-some-rants.html' title='Just Sum Rants'/><author><name>ms3Gem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08248716805372833410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/geminilady82/gemini01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33511330.post-8176734864509445175</id><published>2007-01-29T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T10:35:14.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When It's Good, It's Damn Good...When It's Bad, It's Fucking Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;woke up in a pretty relax mode today. was thinking of how i wished i could just stay in bed and cuddle-up.but thinking that i have my monday morning meetings, i HAD to drag myself to the bathroom and get ready. nevertheless, i still felt like it was gonna be a good day as i woke with a smile &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;now... don't go thinking something else... nothing happened!&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt; i did panic a bit though as i knew i was a bit late for work and my boss is pretty particular with tardiness. while i was at the LRT station, i met 1 colleague and we chatted all the way to work. at our stop, he wanted to get some breakfast so i went to office 1st. low and behold, my boss was not in. i asked the maid and she said that my boss is in Jakarta and will only be back tonite. i then decided to ask my IT colleague to go downstairs and buy breakfast together. on the way there, Pinky sms me to ask for lunch. yeay! can have lunch with my friend instead of colleagues, for a change. hopefully the rest of the week would breeze by like today with no hiccups. &lt;em&gt;*fingers crossed*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;last week was the &lt;em&gt;FUCKING&lt;/em&gt; bad week. it was so horrible as i was constantly called in to my boss's rom for &lt;em&gt;'soundings'. &lt;/em&gt;work was also piling up on my desk and it seemed like i was cramped in my cubicle with no where to escape and the work never seem to lessen. but... last week is finally over and now begans a whole new week. in which i wish would be commotion-less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33511330-8176734864509445175?l=ms3gem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms3gem.blogspot.com/feeds/8176734864509445175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33511330&amp;postID=8176734864509445175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511330/posts/default/8176734864509445175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511330/posts/default/8176734864509445175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms3gem.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-its-good-its-damn-goodwhen-its-bad.html' title='When It&apos;s Good, It&apos;s Damn Good...When It&apos;s Bad, It&apos;s Fucking Bad'/><author><name>ms3Gem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08248716805372833410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/geminilady82/gemini01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33511330.post-116597558534158547</id><published>2006-12-13T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T11:20:38.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping "mum"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;if it's one thing i learnt from working... is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;keep your opinions to yourself; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;your complains, sealed and locked up in a box, hidden somewhere in the great wide ocean. lose the map in the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;never ever tell anyone anything, unless you trust that person with your whole life. more so, when that something has got many things to do with your work / company / boss(es). consequences of the stupidity to tell your problems to an untrustworthy party or even to the management, would mean termination of your position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;recently, a very similar incident happen in my life, not to me as per say but around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;she told another person about her dislikes and complains about others around her, even sort of brainwashed that 2nd person to be able to go up to management level to confront them and stating the facts. management could not tolerate this behaviour and decided to eliminate "the cause" of these politics. this case is pending conclusion as the last i heard, she requested for reinstatement and management is reconsidering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;the thing is, we all have problems at work, whether we admit it or not. and we somehow would dislike a certain someone at some point of time. and i can so guarantee that we complain about bad management ALL the time. people find it easier to blame others than to blame themselves. i, for one, would be the 1st to admit this fact. we find comfort in consulting people whom we trust (even if it's not with our life), and just release the stress and tension. and it does give some relief to be able to find someone who shares the same point of view with you. the problem is, you would not know how &lt;em&gt;fake&lt;/em&gt; (or real&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt; this person is, until it's too late. we consult and complain to others, in hopes that it would just stay with that person we went to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes we do this burst of frustration, in the heat of the moment and it'll just blow away. sometimes we DO mean the things we say. sometimes we may accidentally leaked some p&amp;amp;c information. sometimes we may have spoken too loud. all in all, we hope that in these instances, it would not cause us our job. but unfortunately for this person i know, she spoke a little too much and was conscious of her surroundings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;no matter how true the complain we have or how the facts are laid out, we cannot just assume (making an &lt;strong&gt;ASS&lt;/strong&gt; out of &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;) that everyone knows. and even though it seems like everyone knows, there is a reason why nothing is being done. sometimes, somethings are better left untouched / unopened / unaddressed. taking into consideration that we only bitch about these things outside office's walls and even though it's repeated bitchings, nothing is being done to rectify it, one should have already known that those &lt;em&gt;bitchings&lt;/em&gt; are sensitive issues, not to be addressed out in the open and more so, in front of management. &lt;em&gt;BUT&lt;/em&gt; some people are just SO bad at reading hints. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;solution: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KEEP "MUM"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33511330-116597558534158547?l=ms3gem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms3gem.blogspot.com/feeds/116597558534158547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33511330&amp;postID=116597558534158547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511330/posts/default/116597558534158547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511330/posts/default/116597558534158547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms3gem.blogspot.com/2006/12/keeping-mum.html' title='Keeping &quot;mum&quot;'/><author><name>ms3Gem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08248716805372833410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/geminilady82/gemini01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33511330.post-116580945319301611</id><published>2006-12-11T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T12:03:01.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day at the office</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's officially a public holiday for my state, as today's my Sultan's birthday. so what the hell am i still in the office for? because it's a workday for me and some of my colleagues. 11 of us, to be exact. luckily, we get an additional day off. if not, "&lt;em&gt;Protest"&lt;/em&gt;, here i come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;yesterday, i was at a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://go-red.info/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Go Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; event. the ambassador of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Go Red&lt;/span&gt; Malaysia is YABhg Datin Paduka Seri Rosmah Mansor, Malaysia' Deputy Prime Minister's wife. she's so "cute" looking and she has a knick for jokes as well. yesterday, also being her birthday, she was about 45 minutes late for the event. but she was gracious enough to apologize and say that if we were to blame, it should be to the Batik Club as they &lt;em&gt;insisted&lt;/em&gt; to spend her to a scrumptious birthday lunch &lt;em&gt;(laughs)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;this event was basically to launch &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Go Red&lt;/span&gt; in Malaysia. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Go Red&lt;/span&gt; Malaysia is an association owned by the NGOs. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Go Red&lt;/span&gt; for Women in Malaysia is a nationwide campaign to create awareness of heart disease, the No. 1 killer of Malaysia women. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; color symbolises passion and energy of women to fight against heart disease which is preventive. every 10th December is National &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Go Red&lt;/span&gt; Day. everyone is encouraged to wear &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; on this one single day to support this movement. there is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Go Red&lt;/span&gt; all around the world. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Go Red&lt;/span&gt; America's ambassador is none other than President Bush's wife, Laura Bush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;all in all, the launch was pretty much a success. they are making a name in Malaysia, like how &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Go Red&lt;/span&gt; in America is doing. in hopes that Malaysian women would take more care of their hearts. it was astonishing to find out the figures that women die of heart diseases more than of ALL the cancers combined(!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, the fact is, women should have balanced diet, exercise and don't smoke. all of which, i have not been abiding to. perhaps i should review my life(?) perhaps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33511330-116580945319301611?l=ms3gem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms3gem.blogspot.com/feeds/116580945319301611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33511330&amp;postID=116580945319301611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511330/posts/default/116580945319301611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511330/posts/default/116580945319301611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms3gem.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-day-at-office.html' title='Another day at the office'/><author><name>ms3Gem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08248716805372833410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/geminilady82/gemini01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33511330.post-116547042009170788</id><published>2006-12-07T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T14:16:46.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Event of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6758/3680/1600/820752/xmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6758/3680/400/593618/xmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I just sent an email to my current colleagues and some of my ex-colleagues as well as friends for a Christmas Party at my neighbour's house, which also happens to be ex-collagues of mine. Seeing as we work almost 365 days a year, I think we all long for this much-needed-break. Hopefully the turn out would be great and everyone would have a blast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Though I must say that I was a bit disappointed that after sending the email out, I realised that the RSVP part was system-deleted. No wonder everyone was asking when they should get back to me. Didn't help that I was a bit pissed-off that no one reads emails throughoutly to realise I've already inserted the RSVP date and sent a pretty nasty reply. Oops... My Bad! Hehehe... But don't kill the Santarina....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Merry (early) Christmas y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ms3Gem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33511330-116547042009170788?l=ms3gem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms3gem.blogspot.com/feeds/116547042009170788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33511330&amp;postID=116547042009170788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511330/posts/default/116547042009170788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511330/posts/default/116547042009170788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms3gem.blogspot.com/2006/12/event-of-year.html' title='Event of the Year'/><author><name>ms3Gem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08248716805372833410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/geminilady82/gemini01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33511330.post-116512604519457033</id><published>2006-12-03T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T13:16:37.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell am I doin here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's a sunday afternoon and i'm sitting in front of my pc, at the office. though i came back at my own free-will, i can't help but think that i have so much to do, so little time and so underpaid. i have to say that i love my job but sometimes, i wish the floor under me would just swallow me whole and take me away from this world for a couple of days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zoukclub.com.my/unveil/enter.asp#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Zouk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; last night. FEMALE was having a bash for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.femalemag.com.my/subhead_focus1.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;50 Gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; people. it was pretty boring at first, with all that waiting for the event to start. it was suppose to start at 8pm but it didn't until close to 9pm. once the party started, the stage heated up with 50 of the most Gorgeous people for 2006. the event was emceed by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.femalemag.com.my/subhead_cover.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Channel [V] VJs Sarah Tan and Dominic Lau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;, many thought that &lt;em&gt;THEY&lt;/em&gt; should be included in the Gorgeous people. the most Gorgeous man title was won by contestant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.femalemag.com.my/subhead_focus1.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;#7 Justin Chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; and the most Gorgeous female was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.femalemag.com.my/subhead_focus4.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;#47's Jasvinder Gill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;that aside, the night was full of suprises for me as well. as i have not been out in the "scene" of late, it was my 1st time of late night at a club in almost a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;while i was looking at the 50 Gorgeous on the big screen, suddenly #29 caught my eye. his name is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.femalemag.com.my/subhead_focus3.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lord Scott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;, a name i will never forget because when we were younger, i used to tease him by always calling him "m'lord". wow... he certainly has grown. he used to be my direct neighbour and he hung out at my house pretty often because my brother was the same age as him and they went to the same school. i told this to Pinky, GG and Nic. Pinky and Nic commented that i should know Scott's sister, Fiona since i know him. but when i met her that night, i could not recognize her. afterall, it was only Scott who came over to my house and my family was not that close to the rest of Scott's family. but times have been good to Scott, as from what i can see. from a vulnerable boy to a gorgeous hunk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i got to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zoukclub.com.my/unveil/enter.asp#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Zouk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; not too long when i got a call, seems my pen-pal of 9 years was there too and he spotted me. he came over and we catched up. the last i saw him was a year ago, during my Christmas party. he asked if i was gonna have another one this year (still thinking about it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;5 minutes after my pen-pal went back to his table, i felt a finger brush across my back, and i was about to turn round to scream at the pervert when i saw this tiny little girl who was one of my brother's ex-girlfriend. i sitll adore this little girl because she really has such sweet-mouth and she's just so cute. the only way i have been keeping up with her life is through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.multiply.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;. but seeing her after 3-4 years was great and it was also great to see she has moved on and very happy about it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;half an hour after that, i received another call, this time, i just stared at my phone because i could not believe that this fella was calling me. ever since we left collage, we have not kept in contact at all. after staring in disbelief at my phone for 2 seconds, i finally picked up and it was confirmed it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; him. he said he is at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zoukclub.com.my/unveil/enter.asp#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Zouk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; too and i hurried over to meet him. i brought my whole gang (all from the same collage and class) and we were reunited, just like the old days. we chatted and parted to join the happenings on stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;there were a 3 games that the emcees were suppose to get the audience to join in and play. the 1st was "name that song" and the forfeit was for the rest of the contestants to spell the singer's name with their ass. 2nd game was to get 10 audience on stage to pick 1 Gorgeous of an opposite sex as a partner and design a t-shirt for them. quite interesting designs were created. 3rd game was "treasure hunt", where 5 contestant were given 5 items to find in the crowd and the 1st person to complete would win a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://my.samsungmobile.com/en/phone/phone_view.jsp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Samsung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; mobile phone (can't remember the model). and guess who won it? none other than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kenny Sia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;. i was so shocked to see him &lt;em&gt;live&lt;/em&gt;. Pinky, GG n me were screaming our lungs out when he went on stage. quite obviously we were avid readers of his blog. i saw him outside after the event but didn't dare go up to him. bad enough, he would have encountered many cheesy pick-up lines in his life since he became a some-what celebrity, i didn't want to be added to that list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;the night ended, but i had loads of fun... with loads of suprises. &lt;em&gt;Note To Self:&lt;/em&gt; i should do this once awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;*reality* back to work... still alone in a big ol' office with work piled. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33511330-116512604519457033?l=ms3gem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms3gem.blogspot.com/feeds/116512604519457033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33511330&amp;postID=116512604519457033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511330/posts/default/116512604519457033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511330/posts/default/116512604519457033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms3gem.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-hell-am-i-doin-here.html' title='What the hell am I doin here?'/><author><name>ms3Gem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08248716805372833410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/geminilady82/gemini01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33511330.post-116210203386610867</id><published>2006-10-29T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T14:10:37.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oblivious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;there are some people in this world that just doesn't realise how lucky they are. funnily enough, these are the people that are always complaining about something. and that one &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt;thing is the one thing that they have the most. am i confusing anyone yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, there's this girl. she has no bf. she never did. she did try to date this guy but things ended pretty badly. luckily for her, she wasn't so "into" the relationship and the break-up cause minimal damage. her parents are trying to get her to date and always question her about her relationship status. to make matters worse, they speculate every guy that she goes out with, may be her bf. because she spends much time hanging out with the girls, her parents think that she may be a lesbian and they're awfully worried about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, her parents may be worried but she isn't. her policy on relationship is, if i have one, i have one, if i don't, so what? funnily, the guys that we hang out with, pays most attention to her. even the guys who are already attached. she is the life of the group. any outings without her, would be less interesting or get cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't realise this but as an outsider, others notice it. so far so good, no jealousy emerged nor any catfights among the girls. the odd thing about all this is, i don't see how she doesn't realise that she is beautiful and charming and the highlight. if only she opened her eyes a little bigger (use toothpicks maybe?), she would realise that she has men swooning around her feet. instead, she goes dreaming about actors (*&lt;em&gt;whispers&lt;/em&gt;* gay ones, for that matter) and saying how she'd probably end up as spinster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, some people can be so blind to what they have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33511330-116210203386610867?l=ms3gem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms3gem.blogspot.com/feeds/116210203386610867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33511330&amp;postID=116210203386610867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511330/posts/default/116210203386610867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511330/posts/default/116210203386610867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms3gem.blogspot.com/2006/10/oblivious.html' title='Oblivious'/><author><name>ms3Gem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08248716805372833410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/geminilady82/gemini01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33511330.post-116184026366559799</id><published>2006-10-26T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T13:33:40.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;after 5 days of workless-days, i have gotten the hang of being a slug. today, waking up was a drag and coming to work was torture. now, sitting at my desk, during lunch time, and dreading the next 5 hours. to make matters worse, my 2 malay colleague from my department is on-leave so it's only myself and 1 other guy and seeing as we have to take turns for lunch, i decided to just buy back. all in all, i'm spending 9 hours sitting on my ass at my desk in front of this pc. my 1 other colleague from this department told me before lunch that he might be on MC tomorrow as he has blood test and probably on Monday as well. &lt;em&gt;DRAT!&lt;/em&gt; only left poor me alone... as it is, there are other colleagues around but still, my eyes are voluntary closing itself and i have to force it open. i have piles of work stacked on my table but i can't bring myself to do it. i'm just gonna take it slow today and do whatever i can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;how i wish i didn't have to work but still have money to spend. i know that even though that may not always be a good thing but for now, i don't really care about the consequences.to be honest, i don't see how that could backfire. anyone care to enlighten me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, let me tell you what i have been getting up to for the past 5 days. on Saturday night, we went for yumcha at our usual mamak. Sunday night, was at Adhi's house because he recently got robbed and didn't want to spend so much money so he instead invited us to chill at his house. was there till 3am, playing his ps2 and watching Saw. Monday is the day we were invited to Cindy's housewarming-cum-birthday-cum-gettogether. the theme was &lt;em&gt;RETRO&lt;/em&gt; had loads of fun with boardgames and meeting up with the whole gang. suprisingly, not much pictures were taken (considering we had a number or camera hoes around). Monday night ended at 4am on a Tuesday morning. Tuesday night, the whole &lt;em&gt;retro&lt;/em&gt; gang got together for yumcha and discussed about the day before as well as some non-related stuff. Wednesday night was a quiet one. no news from each other. i guess everyone was too tired out from the exhaustion of the past few days with the staying up late and knowing that Thursday is a 9am working day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i say it again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WISH I DIDN'T HAVE TO WORK AND STILL HAVE MONEY TO SPEND!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33511330-116184026366559799?l=ms3gem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms3gem.blogspot.com/feeds/116184026366559799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33511330&amp;postID=116184026366559799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511330/posts/default/116184026366559799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511330/posts/default/116184026366559799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms3gem.blogspot.com/2006/10/back-to-work.html' title='Back To Work'/><author><name>ms3Gem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08248716805372833410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/geminilady82/gemini01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33511330.post-116167720608044240</id><published>2006-10-24T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T21:22:13.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weird Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;isn't it funny how a group of friends can get together, laugh, joke, talk and share secrets but yet talk about each other behind their backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... that's how my group of friends function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a way, this is not such a bad thing nor is it a good thing. you see, i have a group of very good friends that hangs out together every other day. sometimes it's the whole group, sometimes it may just be one or two. but either way, this is the group that gives the most support and spends the most time together. this group consist of 8 girls and 4 guys (tho most of the time it's only 1 guy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you all can guess, women bitch and yes, this group that has 8 women bitches a lot. and mostly it's about each other. but mostly, when they bitch about someone, everyone else has the same qualms about this person. take for example, 1 girl which we all deem as very calculative, everyone else in the group thinks so too. so when we get together and the topic of this particular girl comes out, everyone will agree and have loads to say about it. BUT when she's around, we are all happy-happy-laugh-laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this makes me wonder, what is being bitched about me? much, i presume. considering i can probably bitch about myself quite a bit too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we do try to come up with ways and solutions to get that particular person to change that particular behaviour but some times, that just doesn't seem to work or it may just work for a little while and things go back to before once again. all in all, this bitching about each other can be pretty healthy so long as that person doesn't know or knows about it themself already. as you know, keeping angry and negative vibes within, will just lead to catastrophe when all hell breaks loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my weird friends and our weird friendship. it works! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33511330-116167720608044240?l=ms3gem.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/geminilady82/gemini01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33511330.post-116037875330240761</id><published>2006-10-09T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T21:21:48.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Related Issues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's such a lazy monday. the haze is so bad that everyone's getting sick but the government is like not really doing much about it. the weather's hot like hell. trying to sleep at night just damps your bed. walking out is like walking on some hilltop (minus the cool breeze). the haze was supposed to be cleared 2 days back but up to date, it seems like it's getting worse. even the rain is not helping. with the rain, it cools the air but once everything dries up, its a desert once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's raining now. with me being sleepy, this additional coldness isn't helping me keep awake. my eyes feels like they're closing on their own, even as i'm typing this. a few minutes ago, i was at one of my collague's cubicle. he was out the whole morning at a bank, testing terminals. he only got back around 1pm and he was in a foul mood. i asked what triggered him and he just said it was the same old thing and that he's really fed-up with everything. he is so ready to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i decided to speak to him. afterall, i didn't feel like working anyway. and didn't help that a certain colleague who was fixing the pc next to mine, kept farting. he said that this is the 1st time he has ever felt like he NEEDED to leave a company in his whole working life. i can say that i understand what he feels and is going through. i know this because i feel it too. i have been working for 5years now and all my previous jobs weren't so pressuring. i left those company because i felt i weren't progressing. in this current company, there are many aspects that i worry about but just can't voice out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;regardless of all these obstacles, i have decided to rough it out a bit more with this company. afterall, i did come back to this company by myself when i left for a month before. i give myself another year and see where this will take me. as it is, my boss had promised that things and business would run more smoothly by next year. let's just see how true that will be. but on the up side, things are looking more promising on the surface with the hiring of more staffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;we'll see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33511330-116037875330240761?l=ms3gem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms3gem.blogspot.com/feeds/116037875330240761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33511330&amp;postID=116037875330240761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511330/posts/default/116037875330240761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511330/posts/default/116037875330240761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ms3gem.blogspot.com/2006/10/work-related-issues.html' title='Work Related Issues'/><author><name>ms3Gem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08248716805372833410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/geminilady82/gemini01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33511330.post-115995154577224312</id><published>2006-10-04T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T21:21:31.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unappreciated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;when &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; makes an effort in their work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;when &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; tries to make things simple for all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;when &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; beautify things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;when &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; puts their heart and soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;when &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; is finally happy with the outcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;when &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; gets compliments for people around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;gets shot-down&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;gets shot-down&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;without even knowing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;without even knowing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;the boss rejects&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;the boss rejects&lt;/span&gt; all the one &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;tried to make&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;tried to make&lt;/span&gt; life &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;simple for consumers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;simple for consumers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;to understand&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;to understand&lt;/span&gt; is to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bring sales&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to brings sales&lt;/span&gt; is to make everyone happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;finally.... &lt;strong&gt;WHATEVER&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33511330-115995154577224312?l=ms3gem.blogspot.com' 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;gawd damn... why is it only thursday?!? i want... no, i NEED the weekend! every monday, i wished it was already friday. if only the world and time can stay static on sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33511330-115940871827332315?l=ms3gem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ms3gem.blogspot.com/feeds/115940871827332315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33511330&amp;postID=115940871827332315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33511330/posts/default/115940871827332315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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