<?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-8524765</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:42:26.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>symptoms of [mal]function</title><subtitle type='html'>can you see the signs?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>245</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-6690514824779853776</id><published>2007-10-16T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T21:49:17.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pindah</title><summary type='text'>This blogger has moved here :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/6690514824779853776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/6690514824779853776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/10/pindah.html' title='Pindah'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-6434434662617497697</id><published>2007-04-29T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T22:55:40.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><summary type='text'>So much injustice in the world, so much suffering.I used to question the existence of a good God, or even a superior being governing the universe.He has made me see, that the compassion I feel, or any other human for that matter is a reflection-a sign that points towards a love greater than man's empathy.If I hurt, how much more the Creator must hurt.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/6434434662617497697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/6434434662617497697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/04/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-4406197763179166103</id><published>2007-04-23T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T02:05:38.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The art of growing</title><summary type='text'>Oh the joys of being on holiday :)Actually have time to just sit and think, read.Essential elements of a examined life.This makes it 1/2 a year of practicing independent living.How do some people live their whole lives in the same place?I suppose there are the benefits of familiarity, social ties..etcetc.Wonderlust?So what exactly are the first things one learns living alone?People are humans. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/4406197763179166103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/4406197763179166103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/04/art-of-growing.html' title='The art of growing'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-896492583043239194</id><published>2007-04-18T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T01:14:36.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stevenson</title><summary type='text'>Farewell, fair day and fading light!The clay-born here, with westward sight,Marks the huge sun now downward soar.Farewell.  We twain shall meet no more.Farewell.  I watch with bursting sighMy late condemned occasion die.I linger useless in my tent:Farewell, fair day, so foully spent!Farewell, fair day.  If any GodAt all consider this poor clod,He who the fair occasion sentPrepared and placed the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/896492583043239194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/896492583043239194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/04/stevenson.html' title='Stevenson'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-6558828197392102772</id><published>2007-04-16T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T16:55:35.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen</title><summary type='text'>Got this off keatlim's blog who got it from some other person's blog..not original, i've read it a few times..but still : )1.  My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE.  “If you’re going to kill each  other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning.”2.  My mother taught me RELIGION.  “You better pray that will come out of the carpet.”3.  My mother taught me LOGIC.  “Because I said so, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/6558828197392102772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/6558828197392102772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/04/stolen.html' title='Stolen'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-3104522267499456699</id><published>2007-04-14T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:20:40.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shorts</title><summary type='text'>:D just thought of this girl.NG SHAN NA!You crazy girl you! Always making people laugh even when it seems impossible.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/3104522267499456699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/3104522267499456699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/04/shorts.html' title='shorts'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkLi59MJpkE/RiBx52g7SXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/50JLS_kWei0/s72-c/DSC00049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-5180029048893620974</id><published>2007-04-14T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:20:40.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalala...</title><summary type='text'>"Today I'm nice, and today I'm not very wealthy. Don't underestimate money...."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/5180029048893620974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/5180029048893620974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/04/lalalala.html' title='lalalala...'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkLi59MJpkE/RiBjImg7SWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xIQzc5aCEdc/s72-c/moderatelyconfused2007043054714.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-2169146999374576951</id><published>2007-04-11T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T16:46:52.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A posse ad esse</title><summary type='text'>Supposed study week. I alternate between hyper-ness about the break and the cold harsh reality of studying for 5 subjects.I realised recently that I play this kind of twisted game with myself.I never say what's on my mind. Think of the right thing to say and do the opposite.Oh yay.Why ar?Random lyrics for today, because Superchick still makes me smile...and because this is for the single </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/2169146999374576951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/2169146999374576951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/04/posse-ad-esse.html' title='A posse ad esse'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-937315543136891337</id><published>2007-04-08T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:20:41.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the men</title><summary type='text'>One should either be a work of art, or wear a work of art.  ~Oscar Wilde: )Here and here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/937315543136891337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/937315543136891337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-men.html' title='For the men'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkLi59MJpkE/RhkNPiH_UJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/lGJxnar66ZU/s72-c/c07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-5573936487210687061</id><published>2007-04-07T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T15:54:54.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of the many reasons to love youtube...</title><summary type='text'>This is one of them:Giraffewahahahahahaha!! Stay for the ending ok?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/5573936487210687061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/5573936487210687061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-many-reasons-to-love-youtube.html' title='of the many reasons to love youtube...'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-3464371845026080902</id><published>2007-04-06T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:20:41.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WooT!</title><summary type='text'>This is a public service announcement:THE LAST OF THE SEMESTER ASSIGNMENTS ARE DONE!Finito baby!Printed out, ink on paper, handed in, emailed in.OVER!ah the feeling of success...:Dnow to finish those final exams.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/3464371845026080902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/3464371845026080902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/04/woot.html' title='WooT!'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkLi59MJpkE/RhUgmSH_UBI/AAAAAAAAAEE/O4ZLQEV2H-w/s72-c/200505748-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-4330318122598500464</id><published>2007-04-02T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T00:20:01.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts from a tired mind</title><summary type='text'>WARNING:LONG POST.This is the 2nd time in a row that I've had to spend the whole day of the weekend doing college stuff.Last week was that adventure at the zoo.This week was mutiple research paper presentations.Thank goodness the semester ends in 3 weeks.Men (and boys if you decide so) good looks will only get you so far okay?Out of all the groups presenting, the guys in the groups just didn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/4330318122598500464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/4330318122598500464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/04/thoughts-from-tired-mind.html' title='Thoughts from a tired mind'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-2714343159587348236</id><published>2007-03-27T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T21:46:03.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another one</title><summary type='text'>Chris Rice's blogs! One of my favourite christian artiste! I don't listen to many 'christian songs'. My playlist has the likes of Oasis, The killers, Diana Krall ...and even (shameface-ly) Vanilla Ice.Heh. Am spending a lot of time on the net..lots of research work. Keep finding interesting things during my breaks! Hence the multiple updates!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/2714343159587348236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/2714343159587348236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-one_27.html' title='another one'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-4464131787804782192</id><published>2007-03-27T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:39:08.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh these quizzes...</title><summary type='text'>    Read my VisualDNA™     Get your own VisualDNA™</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/4464131787804782192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/4464131787804782192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-these-quizzes.html' title='Oh these quizzes...'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-2200609706590437253</id><published>2007-03-26T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T22:31:32.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gibran on Friendship</title><summary type='text'>            And a youth said, "Speak to us of           Friendship."        Your friend is your needs answered.        He is your field which you sow with love and reap with           thanksgiving.        And he is your board and your fireside.        For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him           for peace.        When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/2200609706590437253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/2200609706590437253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/03/gibran-on-friendship.html' title='Gibran on Friendship'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-1383736448622300732</id><published>2007-03-26T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T21:32:54.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old/New</title><summary type='text'>People are all the same actually.The world is a small place.3 more weeks to the break.Socializing skills are now non-existent. So much for getting to know new people.Then again, I can't keep track of the old people.Quantifying life is another way setting protection.Same goes for hermitage?I have a giraffe now-very happy.Si vis amari, ama.Emotions are actually physiological reactions to stimuli.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/1383736448622300732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/1383736448622300732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/03/oldnew.html' title='Old/New'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-3143475531466523098</id><published>2007-03-22T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T02:07:48.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is one of the prettiest games I've seen in a while.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/3143475531466523098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/3143475531466523098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-one-of-prettiest-games-ive-seen.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-2843065604354582510</id><published>2007-03-22T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T01:42:09.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goal:Sleep at night</title><summary type='text'>Irony is looking for research papers for your thrice changed lab proposal and finding all the research papers you need and getting only abstracts because you have to bloody PAY FOR EVERYTHING!MAKE KNOWLEDGE FREE for goodness sake! Literally! For goodness sake.New medical term: PTSD: pre-test sleep deprivation.There are some things money can't buy, then there are some things money can't buy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/2843065604354582510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/2843065604354582510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/03/goalsleep-at-night.html' title='Goal:Sleep at night'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-4320798802410817542</id><published>2007-03-19T04:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T04:23:36.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late-night thoughts</title><summary type='text'>I miss driving. Empty long roads at night. Listening to jazz watching the streetlights swirl into one long messy blur.5 more weeks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/4320798802410817542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/4320798802410817542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/03/late-night-thoughts.html' title='Late-night thoughts'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-5217879346741248492</id><published>2007-03-17T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:20:41.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Design Indaba</title><summary type='text'>I've said this before that I love functional design right?Here's something that won Most Beautiful Object at the Design Indaba conference in Capetown recently.I think it definitely deserved the award...but you might disagree. It's an 'above 18' product-so think before you click the link.  Btw, the word indaba means 'gathering'</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/5217879346741248492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/5217879346741248492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/03/design-indaba.html' title='Design Indaba'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkLi59MJpkE/RfvIik4lVVI/AAAAAAAAADk/R2A3j8xC5Bw/s72-c/indabaexpo34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-4056872776052333616</id><published>2007-03-15T12:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:20:43.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There was an old woman who lived in a shoe...</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so maybe no old woman in a shoe, but yes 8 females + random guest in a house.It's usually fun. Do you know where we were?Tell-tale signs everywhere!It's amazing, there are actually TWO in my area-and another one just a 5 minute drive away.:D Okay, one last picture..and you'll know why we were out.runs back to unfinished heap of work...eep!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/4056872776052333616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/4056872776052333616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/03/there-was-old-woman-who-lived-in-shoe.html' title='There was an old woman who lived in a shoe...'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkLi59MJpkE/RfjlC7HE5bI/AAAAAAAAADU/7V_O6ZyR5-s/s72-c/IMG_0609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-7556876087462684390</id><published>2007-03-13T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T23:20:04.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the pinkorangutan is...</title><summary type='text'> I like this comic.It reflects very accurately where I am right now in life. Sometimes people have this misconception that I actually know what I'm doing.Truth is I'm as scared as hell that I'm going to ram against a brick wall or fall off the edge of a cliff without even knowing that I am falling. (This of course is my attempt at metaphors-do not try to push me off a cliff to see what happens-I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/7556876087462684390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/7556876087462684390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/03/pinkorangutan-is.html' title='the pinkorangutan is...'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-4945526954221533382</id><published>2007-03-12T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T21:41:57.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beloved</title><summary type='text'>Some days, I just close my eyes, breathe deep and remember that he loves me.Loves me so much."I'll make this one a little bit quirky..mold in a lovefor reading, cheesy love-songs, travel and all things craft-related.Throw in a one sided-dimple and maybe a sense of humour..."6,581,759,453 people in the world.The rich,the poor, the homeless, the starving, the famous, the lonely,the sick, the lost, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/4945526954221533382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/4945526954221533382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/03/beloved.html' title='Beloved'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-6229274994344488156</id><published>2007-03-12T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T19:13:12.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High-brow</title><summary type='text'>I only listen to intellectual songs..I mean..why clog the airwaves with junk?Current hit on my playlist: Over the Moon-Rent.Here's a portion of the lyrics,"I gotta get outta hereIt's like I'm being tied to the hood of a yellow rental truck,being packed in with fertilizer and fuel oil, pushed over acliff by a suicidal Mickey Mouse....Please sir could you give me a little Moo?Moo yes!Moo YES!Moo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/6229274994344488156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/6229274994344488156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/03/high-brow.html' title='High-brow'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-7220841676141208175</id><published>2007-03-06T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T23:19:20.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Importance of Being Earnest</title><summary type='text'>"Algernon:  All women become like their mothers.  That is their tragedy.No man does.  That's his.Jack: Is that clever?Algernon: It is perfectly phrased! and quite as true as any observationin civilised life should be.Jack: I am sick to death of cleverness.  Everybody is clever nowadays.You can't go anywhere without meeting clever people.  The thing hasbecome an absolute public nuisance.  I wish </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/7220841676141208175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/7220841676141208175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/03/importance-of-being-earnest.html' title='The Importance of Being Earnest'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-5426388292638545000</id><published>2007-03-05T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T00:22:25.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-weekend</title><summary type='text'>The heat's unbearable.  Thank God for housemates who let me sleep in their air-conditioned comfort.The enilit's gone back to the island down south after getting her monthly fix of cheap food, malaysian time, random friends and of course...me :PPaddy's again babe?Leaving that, I'm done with the mid-terms. This semester's going too fast. The speed at which the semester goes by is inversely </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/5426388292638545000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/5426388292638545000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/03/post-weekend.html' title='Post-weekend'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-3360357704893484548</id><published>2007-02-28T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T18:46:30.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X-rated</title><summary type='text'>My roommater has porn on her cellphone.Hamster porn that is.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/3360357704893484548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/3360357704893484548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/02/x-rated.html' title='X-rated'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-6773774326928835446</id><published>2007-02-27T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:20:43.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no matter how fast i travel,                             the moon's always home before i am~Judy Kamilhor,Simply Haiku</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/6773774326928835446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/6773774326928835446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-matter-how-fast-i-travel-moons.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkLi59MJpkE/ReRIM-QjI5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/10l8JR8w1nE/s72-c/l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-734275555358126361</id><published>2007-02-24T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T21:43:54.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How not to study</title><summary type='text'>Oasis - Champagne SupernovaMusic Code provided by Song2Play.ComIn the midst of mid-terms..-_-I've just discovered Escape games!! (yes, bad bad time to find out about it).Addictive yo.These is the one that got me started.If the english version doesn't work, play the japanese one.*point click click click!!*Okies..me go study.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/734275555358126361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/734275555358126361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-not-to-study.html' title='How not to study'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-4925314635764189315</id><published>2007-02-15T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T21:24:37.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone has a list...</title><summary type='text'>an old-skool wood radio clockunlimited storage ipoda tailor-made cheongsamknee high dark brown leather bootsrecord playera collection of the greatest rock classics in the worlda golden retrieverthe house. the one near enough to the sea to smell the salt and far out enough to see the mountains </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/4925314635764189315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/4925314635764189315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/02/everyone-has-list.html' title='Everyone has a list...'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-4324272824667741359</id><published>2007-02-13T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T16:33:51.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day to day</title><summary type='text'>You know the feeling you get when you're at the peak of the rollercoaster track?That feeling you get in the pit of your stomach just before you fall?I've been feeling like that a lot recently.I think it a mixture of emotions ranging from excitement to trepidation.Life hasn't been unfair to me.In fact, it's been brillantly generous.There's nothing for me to gripe about-no reason for me not be be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/4324272824667741359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/4324272824667741359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/02/day-to-day.html' title='Day to day'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-117093700466189589</id><published>2007-02-08T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T20:16:44.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DILBERT!!!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/117093700466189589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/117093700466189589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/02/dilbert.html' title='DILBERT!!!'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-117077071839433964</id><published>2007-02-06T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T22:22:48.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the things you do</title><summary type='text'>blogblogblogblogblogblogblog  One month into the new year and procrastination has yet to be driven out :PLike how I should be studying for a quiz tommorow, typing a movie review, getting started on my lab report and type out promised devotional....but no..priorities!Blog first...study second? (i'm kidding mum..seriously)But we take one day at a time no?Had a filled weekend with the psych movie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/117077071839433964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/117077071839433964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-things-you-do.html' title='All the things you do'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-117034424531021787</id><published>2007-02-01T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T20:16:56.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you get it?</title><summary type='text'>Patient to Rogerian therapist:  I'm really depressed.Therapist:  I see.  Yes.  You are depressed.Patient:  Nothing is going well.Therapist:  Nothing well.Patient:  I feel like killing myself.T: You're thinking of killing yourself.P: Yes, I'm going to do it NOW.T: You want to do it now.P: [Jumps out window.]T: Woosh. Splat.Did you get the joke?Did you?Did you?:D Shan Na at least you right?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/117034424531021787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/117034424531021787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/02/do-you-get-it.html' title='Do you get it?'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-116999524146770370</id><published>2007-01-28T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T22:40:41.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why you should always listen to your mum</title><summary type='text'>You were right mum.I did forget something.This time it was the toothbrush.At least i remembered the cellphone charger, socks, and spectacles.You think it's improvement?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116999524146770370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116999524146770370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-you-should-always-listen-to-your.html' title='Why you should always listen to your mum'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-116974796906653987</id><published>2007-01-26T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T01:59:29.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Experimentation</title><summary type='text'>  Read this sentence:       FINISHED FILES ARE THE RE-       SULT OF YEARS OF SCIENTIF-       IC STUDY COMBINED WITH       THE EXPERIENCE OF YEARS.         Now count aloud the F's in that sentence.  Count them       ONLY ONCE; do not go back and count them again.okay?click the comment link on the bottom and leave a note telling me how many F's you counted.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116974796906653987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116974796906653987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/01/experimentation.html' title='Experimentation'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-116946429338732268</id><published>2007-01-22T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T21:12:55.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ack!</title><summary type='text'>I think I'm doing better this time round.At least I don't feel like I'm walking around waiting to mess up. More importantly I've got a better gripe on living on my own. :)(Yes, I know..all new students moving out for the first time ..etcetc.)I dunno, I have this inability to appreciate the fact that you just need time, most of the time. (wahahaha..yesla, my sense of humour is around nil these </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116946429338732268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116946429338732268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/01/ack.html' title='Ack!'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-116903799370037569</id><published>2007-01-17T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T20:55:37.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental break</title><summary type='text'> You scored as Disappear. Your death will be by disappearing, probably a camping trip gone wrong or an evening hike you never returned from. Always remeber that one guy who was hiking alone and got in a rock slide. He could have died, but he cut his own hand off to save himself. Don't end up like him (or worse, dead).Suicide93%Disappear93%Suffocated80%Bomb67%Gunshot60%Eaten53%Poison47%Disease47%</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116903799370037569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116903799370037569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/01/mental-break.html' title='Mental break'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-116887122092706498</id><published>2007-01-15T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:27:00.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pseudonerd</title><summary type='text'>Between classes today I found meself a quiet cubby in the libraryand read myself silly with Anne Foster and Slyvia Plath.I don't really enjoy poetry. Too many hidden meanings, too much to decipher.I wonder if there's a poetry appreciation class in college.Am also reading 'The Memory Keeper's Daughter' by Kim Edwards.2 new books for birthday presents, one on understanding dreams and another on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116887122092706498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116887122092706498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/01/pseudonerd.html' title='Pseudonerd'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-116835444323603430</id><published>2007-01-09T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T12:30:34.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><summary type='text'>Heh..I have a lovely schedule this semester-only 3/4 days of classes in a week :DAm living in a house with 8 other females!So far there's been loud laughter and normal housemate stuff like 'paying a visit to another room'.It seems to be turning out well..we'll see, we'll see.Other than this boring domestic update-I'm falling apart. Or rather I'm scratching myself apart.The doctor says it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116835444323603430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116835444323603430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-116801504569925092</id><published>2007-01-06T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T00:38:33.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A week into..</title><summary type='text'>Hello 2007.We're going to make this work.: )You,me and the big Daddy upstairs.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116801504569925092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116801504569925092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2007/01/week-into.html' title='A week into..'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-116714815379860088</id><published>2006-12-26T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T23:53:40.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ThE BeST DaY of MY LifE!</title><summary type='text'>Oh my goodness! i had such a great time today!!!!First i got up reallllllly late and then my mum was soooo angry! But i just pretend like nothing happen. It was raining so heavily, so i felt like it was early mah..holiday rite?? so must ENjOY!! :)And then i was like so full because yesterday i eat and EaT!! wah..like fat fat pig alredi! so in the morning i was like "Okay lah i eat cake and drink </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116714815379860088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116714815379860088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/12/best-day-of-my-life.html' title='ThE BeST DaY of MY LifE!'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-116672005273338444</id><published>2006-12-22T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T00:54:12.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latin is the language of ...</title><summary type='text'>This is proof that anything said in Latin sounds profound :)Can you guess what any of them mean?(The translations come after)Tua mater tam antiquior ut linguam latine loquatur.Capillamentum? Haudquaquam conieci esse!Si Hoc Legere Scis Nimium Eruditionis Habes.Cogito ergo doleo.Avis est!  Aeronavis est!  Supervir est!Your mother is so old she speaks Latin A wig? I never would have guessed!If you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116672005273338444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116672005273338444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/12/latin-is-language-of.html' title='Latin is the language of ...'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-116667144752553585</id><published>2006-12-21T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T11:30:52.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I recently met up with some friends, some of whom I haven't seen in a while.One of them suddenly struck me as a remarkably sweet guy.Hm..I never noticed that trait before    Most of the guys I meet these days are either:  &lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;(i)          Highly intelligent in utterly useless matters.&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;(ii)         Highly intelligent and falling over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116667144752553585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116667144752553585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-recently-met-up-with-some-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-116667076548949207</id><published>2006-12-21T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T11:26:42.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on the mind</title><summary type='text'>Have not been writing for a while now.Now all I can come up with are hopeless rambling emo stories.Or maybe I'm listening to too much music from The OC soundtrack.    2 items playing through the mind:      'He listens for her gentle breathing.Sounds of slumber leading into the realm of wakefulness.'                      'We were not meant to live like this:Hollow persons seeking to eke some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116667076548949207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116667076548949207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/12/thoughts-on-mind.html' title='Thoughts on the mind'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-116635479382459788</id><published>2006-12-17T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T19:45:47.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iranian Typography</title><summary type='text'>From one of my favourite sites: pingmagAnd a new discovery: Reza AbediniTo this day I wonder if I'd be doing better studying design.It's a Hyde/Jekyll situation.With design-I'm a contented, satisfied, all-embracing,nice person who believes all most problems in the world can be solved if people just learn to see the beautiful in every situation.With everything else-I'm Michelle.I wonder.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116635479382459788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116635479382459788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/12/iranian-typography.html' title='Iranian Typography'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-116617240150046969</id><published>2006-12-15T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T16:46:43.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 train ride later</title><summary type='text'>The apple tree is creeping up to my window again.I wake up at 2.30pm to the sounds of piano music and art on the wall.:) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116617240150046969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116617240150046969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/12/1-train-ride-later.html' title='1 train ride later'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-116541620244945049</id><published>2006-12-06T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T22:43:22.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is not your average Disney show</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116541620244945049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116541620244945049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-is-not-your-average-disney-show.html' title='This is not your average Disney show'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-116529117659216079</id><published>2006-12-05T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T13:50:22.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know what I did last night...</title><summary type='text'>Went a'walkin around the neighbourhood last night with the roommate.It's interesting-seeing the day close.Watching families going through their own private rituals.Humans are remarkably boring in a way. Boring but irresistible. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116529117659216079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116529117659216079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-know-what-i-did-last-night.html' title='I know what I did last night...'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-116489311522029499</id><published>2006-11-30T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T21:25:15.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinating on a thursday</title><summary type='text'>2 posts in a day...yes, I have a day off from college, courtesy of a lecturer who has had enough of us :p  Am coming to the end of a semester!!Yes, yes I know it's only 8 weeks long and even that was supplicated with numerous visiting kluangites over the short span of 2 months.But I am a spoilt brat.Live with it.:D It's all turning out quite well. Have not gotten any tattoos, picked up any weird </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116489311522029499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116489311522029499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/11/procrastinating-on-thursday.html' title='Procrastinating on a thursday'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-116481488869924096</id><published>2006-11-29T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T12:49:16.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beloved</title><summary type='text'>In the quietI waitI reachSo captivatedthe world fades intoa dullsilentemptynothingnessAnd I love you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116481488869924096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116481488869924096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/11/beloved.html' title='beloved'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-116461952400890225</id><published>2006-11-27T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T12:50:16.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those 3 words</title><summary type='text'>Why do I always get "!" reactions whenever I say those 3 words..................."I'm studying psychology":S Be my friend still, please? I'm not (too) weird or anything..Here's something fun tho'Draw a houseMine's hereDisclaimer: Personality tests (especially ones like these are not the absolute truth okay, it's just.for.fun.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116461952400890225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116461952400890225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/11/those-3-words.html' title='Those 3 words'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-116446640651206362</id><published>2006-11-25T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T13:07:57.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why you read this blog.</title><summary type='text'>I believe that time is precious. And knowledge is gold. So I always try to ensure that my blog readers (all 2 of you-myself and I!) always read something interesting.. Presenting: Michelle's interesting discoveries today!At number 1:The fathead A Fathead (genus Psychrolutes) trawled during the NORFANZ expedition at a depth between 1013 m and 1340 m, on the Norfolk Ridge, north-west of New Zealand</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116446640651206362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116446640651206362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-you-read-this-blog.html' title='Why you read this blog.'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-116420758418649884</id><published>2006-11-22T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T13:08:32.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gambar-gambar Sensasi!</title><summary type='text'>Heh. My blog is all words and no pictures.Therefore, I now put pictures. :D Makes sense no?These are from a pet carnival last sunday at the park.So many pooches!! Most annoyingly however, a majority of the pooches were those tiny furball kinds.You know the type..girls like them because they fit nicely into their Gucci/Prada/LV/Coach handbag or they can be cuddled like soft toys.Dogs are not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116420758418649884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116420758418649884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/11/gambar-gambar-sensasi.html' title='Gambar-gambar Sensasi!'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-116420601864933671</id><published>2006-11-22T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T13:09:02.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And yet another personality test..</title><summary type='text'>       Rationals are the problem solving temperament, particularly if the problem has to do with the many complex systems that make up the world around us. Rationals might tackle problems in organic systems such as plants and animals, or in mechanical systems such as railroads and computers, or in social systems such as families and companies and governments. But whatever systems fire their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116420601864933671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116420601864933671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-yet-another-personality-test.html' title='And yet another personality test..'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-116410339766538904</id><published>2006-11-21T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T13:09:21.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure to launch</title><summary type='text'>I read too much and understand too little.Previously today:The heart sutra (translated)The Fabulous Beasts-J.C OatesThalesand yes..the introduction to psychology textbook...-_- why this textbook out of so many "introduction to psychology" textbooks?  Also: Billy Joel's "We didn't start the fire"Also:I'm 20! What hope does the government have to instill moral values and patriotism now?It's so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116410339766538904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116410339766538904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/11/failure-to-launch.html' title='Failure to launch'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-116402783160065807</id><published>2006-11-20T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T21:03:51.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On monday night</title><summary type='text'>"....and then there was internet":D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116402783160065807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116402783160065807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/11/on-monday-night.html' title='On monday night'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-116393105885064087</id><published>2006-11-19T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T18:10:59.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So sing already!</title><summary type='text'>So the week wasn't so great..but this was much fun :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116393105885064087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116393105885064087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-sing-already.html' title='So sing already!'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-116356329484416999</id><published>2006-11-15T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T12:01:34.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dry</title><summary type='text'>It's one of those days. Abba....help.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116356329484416999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116356329484416999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/11/dry.html' title='Dry'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-116346967682804706</id><published>2006-11-14T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:01:16.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My online existence</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so I still don't have net access at home, but I've learnt to  cope. (And no,  its not solely for chatting/surfing purposes..nearly all my work has to be connected to the net. So.Yea. I therefore justify this rant ;) )So here's what's been going on:Mum came to visit over the weekend! :D So nice. Thanks mum!I'm getting a new roommate soon! So nice. Thank you God.I succumbed and went </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116346967682804706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116346967682804706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-online-existence.html' title='My online existence'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-116346823496191609</id><published>2006-11-14T09:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:19:14.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H2O</title><summary type='text'>And then it struck me.What am I complaining about?I like (maybe might even love) what I’m doing right now.I need to start living a life ‘amid a crowd of paltry things’!!I want to dare to dream again. To set down past defeats, to awake every morn with great expectations of a day filled with the joy of having you walk alongside me. Amaze me Father, enthrall and captivate me!  ______________________</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116346823496191609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116346823496191609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/11/h2o_14.html' title='H2O'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-116280632309950228</id><published>2006-11-06T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T16:22:32.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku sebuah kerusi</title><summary type='text'>    Remember the Bahasa Malaysia essays you used to write in primary school? I don’t know if they still do it these days. I loved writing those essays. Not only could I showcase my brilliant imagination and writing panache, they were simply the easiest to write. 30 minutes max and you’d be done! :D     “Aku (edit)sepasang kasut sekolah. Apabilaku dilahirkan, kulitku putih cerah dengan ikatan tali</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116280632309950228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116280632309950228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/11/aku-sebuah-kerusi.html' title='Aku sebuah kerusi'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-116228923818026701</id><published>2006-10-31T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T18:07:18.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most recently across this mind</title><summary type='text'>I have some questions:( Feel free to leave a comment if you ask these too, or have an answer)                                           Is it better to be independent or dependant?Why is the world not as it should be?Why do I not live as I know I should?Why do you feel sticky when coming out of an air-conditioned place?When did you have to be rich to be skinny and poor to be fat?Are emotions to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116228923818026701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116228923818026701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/10/most-recently-across-this-mind.html' title='Most recently across this mind'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-116177626350116754</id><published>2006-10-25T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T22:13:25.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And you thought origami was cool</title><summary type='text'>Personally I think the ones in frames are real kick-ass. I need scissors!Paper!Woot!(Other thoughts)My taste in music is too random:I'm listening to Chris Bottis' December album, Relient K-Mmhmm ,Sheila on 7,Ungu ,random violin pieces and La Goutte au Nez (which translates into "The Drop with the Nose" according to Altavista Babelfish)But I have my constants...Classical, Jazz, Rock and Sax music.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116177626350116754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116177626350116754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-you-thought-origami-was-cool.html' title='And you thought origami was cool'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-116108191551330539</id><published>2006-10-17T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:45:17.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why you so like that?</title><summary type='text'>I hate traffic in this city. Bencibencibenci. That and the haze. Everything looks so romantic..but it's like that song.."killing me softly.." teruklah.Life here is kind of ironic...I realised quite soon that those that can afford to stay in nice areas (ie: with parks, golf, shopping malls, cafes..etcetc) don't have much time to use/enjoy these luxuries.And those who do have the time, don't seem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116108191551330539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116108191551330539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-you-so-like-that.html' title='Why you so like that?'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-116096899774778147</id><published>2006-10-16T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T11:23:17.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oy!</title><summary type='text'>Class cancelled..blehYou Belong in SpringOptimistic, lively, and almost always happy with the world...You can truly appreciate the blooming nature of spring.Whether you're planting flowers or dyeing Easter eggs, spring is definitely your season!What Season Are You?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116096899774778147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116096899774778147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/10/oy.html' title='Oy!'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-116038508942705124</id><published>2006-10-09T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T17:11:29.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mula</title><summary type='text'>Classes started! I have presentations starting next week, a test sometime soon, mid-terms and assignments..and I actually made some friends.Short semesters are fun!!Oh yea. The Haze sucks. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116038508942705124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/116038508942705124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/10/mula.html' title='Mula'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-115986104882289184</id><published>2006-10-03T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T15:37:28.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living the high life</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so the title is a tad misleading.But yes, I have been having a very leisurely tai-tai life these past 2 days (oh gosh! its only been 2 days!?!?!)As you can tell..I really can't wait to start studying again.City life is vastly overrated. Don't get me wrong though..I'm settling in nicely and wake up every morning to be amazed by God's wonderful blessings and grace.Great neighbourhood to live </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115986104882289184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115986104882289184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/10/living-high-life.html' title='Living the high life'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-115943400972346132</id><published>2006-09-28T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T17:06:32.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey! I want this too!</title><summary type='text'>This is so clever!! If I had this I would never ever leave my mount of clothes on the bed again! I'd leave this on the floor! On this mat!  :D"...just put the laundry rug on the floor and it instantly becomes an attractive mat. But it's more than that because you simply throw your dirty washing onto it as you would any floor surface and when the time comes as you can't take the steaming pile </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115943400972346132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115943400972346132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-i-want-this-too.html' title='Hey! I want this too!'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-115926939723708330</id><published>2006-09-26T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T19:17:08.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How deep the Father's love for us!</title><summary type='text'>Just 2 things for this post:1.God's love is just so amazing!2.I will never, ever outgive the Lord. Physically, emotionally, spiritually, $$-ly.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115926939723708330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115926939723708330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-deep-fathers-love-for-us.html' title='How deep the Father&apos;s love for us!'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-115893870326510703</id><published>2006-09-22T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T23:25:03.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This lady of leisure</title><summary type='text'>“…Don’t miss the sunset. You’ll fall in love with the city again as well as the person that you’re with. So remember to bring the right person!”Part of the audio recording at the Menara Kuala Lumpur (Menara Kuala Lumpur)     Just got back from a four day vacation over the weekend in KL with relatives.  Did the whole tourist thing. Also walked up and down Bintang Walk more times then I ever want </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115893870326510703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115893870326510703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-lady-of-leisure.html' title='This lady of leisure'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-115833076599835399</id><published>2006-09-15T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T22:32:46.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagu-lagu best..</title><summary type='text'>I found this amazing site here for music. Very cool. Especially if you're looking for hard-to-find songs..or have a unique taste in music :P </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115833076599835399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115833076599835399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/09/lagu-lagu-best.html' title='Lagu-lagu best..'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-115795242721028300</id><published>2006-09-11T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T13:39:02.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(In)dependence?</title><summary type='text'>Here’s something to share with you,    "Notice how God will wither up every other spring you have. He will wither up your natural virtues, He will break up your confidence in your natural powers, He will wither up your confidence in brain and spirit and body, until you learn by practical experience that you have no right to draw your life from any other source other than the tremendous reservoir </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115795242721028300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115795242721028300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/09/independence.html' title='(In)dependence?'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-115769770043720930</id><published>2006-09-08T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T17:29:38.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty clever things</title><summary type='text'>I love good design...meaning a perfect blend of asethetics and funtionality...the partyplatecityroses                                                      cityislandhamrockeggcupssitzkycardboard furnitureAll from here</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115769770043720930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115769770043720930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/09/pretty-clever-things.html' title='Pretty clever things'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-115738674698890576</id><published>2006-09-05T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T00:23:20.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okaaay..</title><summary type='text'>Was just thinking these past few days about getting  better/more relevant QT material.Happened to read Ben's blogpost about Oswald Chambers's "My Utmost for His Highest"Got an email from tienli who also mentioned in passing how she was using Chambers' material for devotions...Reminded myself to check out his stuff online....Procrastinated..But when I got back from work tonight, look what was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115738674698890576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115738674698890576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/09/okaaay.html' title='Okaaay..'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-115726664109156865</id><published>2006-09-03T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T16:23:44.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.V.E</title><summary type='text'>Ah love...you can fully comprehend it?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115726664109156865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115726664109156865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/09/love.html' title='L.O.V.E'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-115709020736817300</id><published>2006-09-01T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T14:05:34.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I just say that?</title><summary type='text'>So yea,sometimes words slip out of your mouth before you've thought carefully about them,planned and polished the follow-up sentences-as well as check for grammatical mistakes.Lapses in commonsense..or...bimbo moments. ;)For example:(all excerpts from perfectly normal, intelligent conversations)A representing the other person.Me:Yeah, I have a friend from Japan as well who did that.A:Which part </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115709020736817300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115709020736817300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/09/did-i-just-say-that.html' title='Did I just say that?'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-115703741797391631</id><published>2006-08-31T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T23:21:23.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life as i know it</title><summary type='text'>My neglected blog. Sign of a healthy, busy life, no? But before I continue: SELAMAT HARI JADI MALAYSIA!!!Ah tanahairku..di mana perempuan yang pakai Versace makan bersama Ah Beng di gerai rojak tepi jalan ;)I kinda...love this country. Don't really know exactly why..but I do.2+ weeks more of work to go. Looking back, this year (its been almost a year!!!!!) has been just  touch-and-go. Never quite</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115703741797391631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115703741797391631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/08/life-as-i-know-it.html' title='life as i know it'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-115678343262981455</id><published>2006-08-29T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T22:39:00.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gringrin?</title><summary type='text'>So I've been finding me smiling by myself quite often these days. I wonder what it means. :D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115678343262981455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115678343262981455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/08/gringrin.html' title='gringrin?'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-115608597604564261</id><published>2006-08-20T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T22:59:36.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I had 9 lives..</title><summary type='text'>I wanted to be a designer...and then I realized,I could never release my creations..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115608597604564261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115608597604564261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/08/if-i-had-9-lives.html' title='If I had 9 lives..'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-115581053688271858</id><published>2006-08-17T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T18:28:56.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Juggling Finale, Chris Bliss</title><summary type='text'> So now that I can do a 3 ball cascade..the world's my oyster!! :PWho says clowning around never brought in big bucks?p/s Watch with speakers turned on-otherwise you won't catch what's going on.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115581053688271858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115581053688271858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/08/amazing-juggling-finale-chris-bliss.html' title='Amazing Juggling Finale, Chris Bliss'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-115580510111969516</id><published>2006-08-17T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T16:58:21.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things</title><summary type='text'>And so I wonder, what's the difference between ignorance and innocence? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115580510111969516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115580510111969516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/08/things.html' title='Things'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-115556895366537327</id><published>2006-08-14T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T23:22:33.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...and then i discovered it was a lie.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115556895366537327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115556895366537327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-115537326071690170</id><published>2006-08-12T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T17:09:19.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting place</title><summary type='text'>My cell group sometime meets at Mint-Hope (the church's outreach ministry to cancer patients).Its a refurbished town-house/shop. Currently being used partly as an exhibition place for a few local artists..it's ..nice.I really like the high ceilings, the wide open spaces and how its built for 'community' living.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115537326071690170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115537326071690170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/08/meeting-place.html' title='Meeting place'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-115503087569587167</id><published>2006-08-12T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T00:16:46.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My kinda stuff</title><summary type='text'>Now art like this I can appreciate...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115503087569587167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115503087569587167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-kinda-stuff.html' title='My kinda stuff'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-115522587549328204</id><published>2006-08-10T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T00:04:35.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A is for excellence..</title><summary type='text'>So I've been learning a lot about patience these past few months...I waited for my exam resultsI waited for plans to come throughI waited for my university applicationI waited for people to talk to meI waited to talk to peopleI waited for paint to dryI waited for errands to be doneI waited for the day to go byI waited for a jobI waited for a million other little thingsI waited and waited and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115522587549328204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115522587549328204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/08/is-for-excellence.html' title='A is for excellence..'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-115502601220809221</id><published>2006-08-08T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T16:38:14.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By any other name..</title><summary type='text'>i call you sisteryou who irritateand frustrate mewhile breaking intopeals of laughtertogetheri call you brotheras you calmlydismiss my hard-wonbattleswith a wave of your handwhich holds meprotectsi call you belovedwhen you shun myweaknesseswhich lay bareyour owni call loveridiculousand i clingdearly to itas a limpeton a storm tossedrock </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115502601220809221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115502601220809221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/08/by-any-other-name.html' title='By any other name..'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-115496269867592100</id><published>2006-08-07T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T16:48:25.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Ini Dalam Sejarah</title><summary type='text'>I've been working for 5 months. At the same job. Somewhat the same job.Is it possible that I've actually done some growing up?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115496269867592100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115496269867592100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/08/hari-ini-dalam-sejarah.html' title='Hari Ini Dalam Sejarah'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-115461362826248509</id><published>2006-08-03T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T16:54:59.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailing, sailing home..</title><summary type='text'>Am back from the 13 days of doulos-ing :PBut no-lah, didn't get to sail home to Pasir Gudang from Port Klang, too much hassle with immigration stuff :( Ah well...It was an awesome experience!I worked with a zany bunch of volunteers which consisted among others,of 5 koreans, 2 other Michelles and 2 Angelene/ines.Ultimately, people were what was best about the entire experience.For people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115461362826248509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115461362826248509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/08/sailing-sailing-home.html' title='Sailing, sailing home..'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-115318581690942269</id><published>2006-07-18T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T09:23:36.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm missing my friends. Two in particular. One who is busy with school and the other who is busy with .... life.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115318581690942269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115318581690942269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-missing-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-115293126436784846</id><published>2006-07-15T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T10:42:05.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smartish Pace</title><summary type='text'>Saints no longer levitate at vespers, keeninglike sea-birds. The plucked-out eyesof the faithful don't grow back.  Instead of martyrs bleeding perfumed milk,refreshed by boiling oil, nowadayssomeone's insurance rates don't rise  after rear-ending a Porsche; someone leavesher purse on a city bus, and finds itnext morning, untouched. Instead of lepers  healing, Murphy's Law is for a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115293126436784846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115293126436784846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/07/smartish-pace.html' title='Smartish Pace'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-115293067965779787</id><published>2006-07-15T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T10:31:19.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I take too much for granted.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115293067965779787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115293067965779787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-take-too-much-for-granted.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-115245959953982997</id><published>2006-07-09T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T23:58:15.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So plastic</title><summary type='text'>I love my Sundays. Church, brunch and recently cycling (again) in the evenings.So I wonder if it is remotely possible to be contented on earth.Besides the material longings of this world-which the accumulation of is liken to chasing the wind...is it possible for a person to be contented?Spiritually, emotionally, physically.There's always something to be reached for, something just out of grasp.Or</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115245959953982997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115245959953982997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-plastic.html' title='So plastic'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-115225651220074926</id><published>2006-07-07T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T15:15:12.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I also listen to..</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115225651220074926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115225651220074926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-also-listen-to.html' title='I also listen to..'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-115182275830346917</id><published>2006-07-02T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T14:45:58.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenalan</title><summary type='text'>You know..its funny. As you grow older, you meet more people. More responsibilites, the ability to pursue new interests etc. leading to more diverse groups of people.So many more acquaintances. But your circle of friends kind of begins to "stablize" after a while. The group of people you can hang out with, chill with and basically just feel comfortable around in (almost) any occasion. I think I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115182275830346917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115182275830346917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/07/kenalan.html' title='Kenalan'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-115150701074677689</id><published>2006-06-28T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T23:20:43.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>punted</title><summary type='text'>*groans*Do not read further if you have zero tolerance for silliness...Three brothers asked their mother to think of a name for their cattle ranch.She suggested Focus Ranch, which rather puzzled them until she explained that "'Focus' means where the sun's rays meet."A:"Knock,Knock."B:"Who's there?"A:"Eskimo Christian Italian."B:"Eskimo Christian Italian who?"A: "Eskimo Christian Italian no lies."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115150701074677689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115150701074677689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/06/punted.html' title='punted'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-115138005052336508</id><published>2006-06-27T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T12:03:57.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Recently</title><summary type='text'>V's back! V's back!  :PAnd everyone else is going...Bleh..have tonnes going on in the gray mass upstairs..sadly however, my language skills just don't match up.I hate reading specs for IT stuff...every 20 seconds or so everything begins to look good. *sighs*I need to get either a pc or a notebook for college..which?where?why?I did however get a 1G flashdrive for Rm88 plus a lifetime warranty :</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115138005052336508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115138005052336508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/06/most-recently_27.html' title='Most Recently'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-115111460383907031</id><published>2006-06-24T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T10:03:23.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Recently</title><summary type='text'>Hey, guess what?It looks like I'm going to be studying psychology after all.Woot. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115111460383907031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115111460383907031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/06/most-recently.html' title='Most Recently'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-115064779897265348</id><published>2006-06-19T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T00:23:38.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimp that Food</title><summary type='text'>There's just something about junk food megasized...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115064779897265348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115064779897265348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/06/pimp-that-food.html' title='Pimp that Food'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524765.post-115047444025326159</id><published>2006-06-16T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T00:26:01.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridays</title><summary type='text'>Work is not as un-fun as my peers make it out to be.Spent the day tidying or rather 'dejunking' my shelves. Its amazing that one tiny 4 shelf colorbox can generate enough trash for a heavy-duty rubbish bag. And this is after one cleaning earlier this year. What it is I keep I have no idea myself.For people who've known/put up with me long enough...they'd know that I actually LIKE tidying. Its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115047444025326159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524765/posts/default/115047444025326159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jalansehala.blogspot.com/2006/06/fridays.html' title='Fridays'/><author><name>michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
