<?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-4081614555932163860</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:30:32.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jjovie's</title><subtitle type='html'>the mind of a free spirit</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-5989835969712294317</id><published>2011-10-30T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T22:47:54.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again..</title><content type='html'>I am sad...again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-5989835969712294317?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/5989835969712294317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2011/10/again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/5989835969712294317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/5989835969712294317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2011/10/again.html' title='Again..'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-5665492519741677968</id><published>2011-10-30T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T22:52:43.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>People say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Shame on u if  u fooled me once but shame on me if u fooled me twice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..I wish u know how deeply affected i am with EACH of your MISTAKES..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened to me before, n i walked away without even a glance  back..without regret at all..because i know i did the best to make him  see the way i see things..but he was too ego to notice my pain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm  scared that my heart will start questioning why do i stay this time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself, i am not gonna stay and endure something that makes  me unhappy because i know everybody including me deserve to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day if it ever burst out, don't even bother to regret it, cause obviously we know that we deserve better. Don't u think so?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-5665492519741677968?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/5665492519741677968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2011/10/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/5665492519741677968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/5665492519741677968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2011/10/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-5934707151914731634</id><published>2011-10-30T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T22:06:16.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of words...</title><content type='html'>Does he know how hurt i am??&lt;br /&gt;One day, i wont be around him anymore..i just hope the time given is enough to make him see..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-5934707151914731634?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/5934707151914731634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2011/10/out-of-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/5934707151914731634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/5934707151914731634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2011/10/out-of-words.html' title='Out of words...'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-7975400800657903684</id><published>2011-10-30T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T22:57:26.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm scared...</title><content type='html'>The starting was shaky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was he the brightest star? ..No..&lt;br /&gt;Was he the brilliant one? ...No..&lt;br /&gt;Was he the big bucks?..No..&lt;br /&gt;Was he the the most compassionate? ..No..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i chose to move on..&lt;br /&gt;On what basis?...Hmm..the fact that he made me smile n laugh..the fact that he could be a nice home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trials, necessity, commitments..then the reality rushed in..&lt;br /&gt;I backed him up..with all my heart i did (i wish he know how hard i tried). Never did i stand behind someone as solid as i did for him.. I cleared all the paths so there could be 'us'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately throughout the journey, I've been hurt so many times.. He bruised my ego a few times..I try to heal the wound every time.. Hoping that we could have fresh start each time.. and... i still chose to move on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him..reasoned with him..made sure he understand the ground rules of maintaining our combination. But here we go again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the changes i made.. All the defending, all the sacrifices.. He consciously did the mistake.. (Wonder where the hell was his principle???!! He promised me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i that worthless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of what this gonna do to me..will i change to someone new just to survive..or will i walk away for good..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-7975400800657903684?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/7975400800657903684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-scared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/7975400800657903684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/7975400800657903684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-scared.html' title='I&apos;m scared...'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-9201464781436631033</id><published>2011-10-20T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T23:58:41.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need you now...</title><content type='html'>I miss him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need You Now by Lady Antebellum is on the air.. Smiling bitterly i kind of feel stupid..  Thinking of how great my feeling towards him but our time was occupied with  small and insignificant fights. Hurting each other like idiot kids.  I miss him...damn much... and he is miles away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone and i kind of need him now. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-9201464781436631033?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/9201464781436631033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2011/10/need-you-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/9201464781436631033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/9201464781436631033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2011/10/need-you-now.html' title='Need you now...'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-8596439155265934431</id><published>2011-09-27T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T15:24:13.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not in the mood...</title><content type='html'>I'm annoyed n i'm releasing the tense by crying.. Don't even know if he will ever understand.. Even if i try to make him understand, i have to prepare myself to be disappointed again.. n i kind of not in the mood to be disappointed..Play n joke around all u want, but pls b serious if it's important.. The planning n implementation involved so many hearts.. including MINE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-8596439155265934431?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/8596439155265934431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-in-mood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/8596439155265934431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/8596439155265934431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-in-mood.html' title='Not in the mood...'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-7439683522792714306</id><published>2011-09-27T14:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T15:10:28.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am annoyed!</title><content type='html'>I finally found the motivation +  excitement + perseverance  to do what i decided to give up weeks ago.. Chasing the final due date needs every single enthusiasm left in me.. Denying the urge to do something fun and 628% focus on this assignment kind of remind me my spm preparation feeling years ago.. Complete this, n all my burden is going to be lifted permanently from me for the rest of my life.. n i would be a very happy lady... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm kind of annoyed now.. Cant seem to focus to the above stuff.. Cant seem to find the exact reason but i guess it has something to do with my expectations.. I did my part according to the sequence but i cant seem to get corporation from the other party..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delays due to so many reasons..kind of tired of asking..n checking..n reminding...coz everytime i tried to go to the bottom of the problem, he'll end up making jokes and after the long conversation trying to highlight the logic to him,  he will produce a very sluggish implementation with 15 more reminders..i got annoyed just by reminding him.... I am tired of it.. can i just let him alone and play by his rhythm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look..i have a very heavy head-cracking stuff to attend to, please..do ur part and help me with the planning... i can't do this alone.. it's not only ur work, family n friends that matter.. i got mine too... God! i'm annoyed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-7439683522792714306?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/7439683522792714306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-am-annoyed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/7439683522792714306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/7439683522792714306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-am-annoyed.html' title='i am annoyed!'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-4148281525172727963</id><published>2011-09-19T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T18:54:41.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems, anyone??</title><content type='html'>I have about 20 problems rushing annoyingly into my brain.. messing with my emotion..making me volatile...with the way i think, i know i'm gonna be exhausted sooner than i estimated.. i just hope i have somebody or something to untangle this problems for me..The worst is, i don't know anybody with that ability yet.. Maybe i need a superman? (Ha ha - forcing myself to poke my waist and laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General advice: try to attend the problems 1 by 1.. think positively..the sun gonna shine even after the most horrendous storm...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. but what if the problems are kind of inter-related? n what if the sun actually shines a bit to late?  ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..I still want a black out..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-4148281525172727963?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/4148281525172727963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2011/09/problems-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/4148281525172727963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/4148281525172727963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2011/09/problems-anyone.html' title='Problems, anyone??'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-5001200260818739988</id><published>2011-09-19T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T18:41:11.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired...</title><content type='html'>I thought i was secured..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in high spirit when everything collapse in a few minutes.. I was tired with all the simple details that needed to be attended before the due dates.. i hate it when i don't get what i think i deserve to get after all the hard work i did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i want to shut down for a moment.. no more questions to answer..no more plannings to do, no more sugarcoating of the annoying and disapointing problems..no more.. i just want to lay back and get all the rest i need..i just want to black out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i don't feel like i want any of these anymore :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-5001200260818739988?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/5001200260818739988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/5001200260818739988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/5001200260818739988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m tired...'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-8521103800510430132</id><published>2011-03-27T16:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T16:20:24.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfortable home..</title><content type='html'>It's not easy to love someone when obviously you have a very wide gap in understanding each other's feeling. You'll end up hurting your partner without even realize that you hurt her/him...and instead of asking for forgiveness and console her/him that you didn't mean it the bad way..you'll end up irritated. So you decided to just let her/him alone..which you thought is the best solution..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The partner spending time alone, thinking that you don't care..or worse, you don't love her/him enough. Too many of it will downgrade the relationship eventually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love relationship suppose to be your refuge. a home you'll come running when someone/something out there hurt you. It makes everything else look small when you have a very comfortable home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, when your 'home' hurt you..where do you run??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-8521103800510430132?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/8521103800510430132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2011/03/comfortable-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/8521103800510430132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/8521103800510430132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2011/03/comfortable-home.html' title='Comfortable home..'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-2427546606696291438</id><published>2011-03-27T13:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T15:09:57.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It took my enthusiasm away.</title><content type='html'>Why does he said like everything is my fault?? I didnt set the terms.. I didnt name the price. I know nothing about it. I am as blur as he is. This is my first time too.. come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is ridiculous. It is an early stage of the event. Only discussion. Can't talk nicely?? That is your nature? Don't think about it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so he knows, it took my enthusiasm away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-2427546606696291438?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/2427546606696291438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-took-my-enthusiasm-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/2427546606696291438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/2427546606696291438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-took-my-enthusiasm-away.html' title='It took my enthusiasm away.'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-2980445005414876210</id><published>2011-03-27T11:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T11:53:51.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to the ladies out there..Don't ever say that you are not pretty enuff..Who says?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wouldn't want to be anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;You made me insecure&lt;br /&gt;Told me I wasn’t good enough&lt;br /&gt;But who are you to judge&lt;br /&gt;When you’re a diamond in the rough&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure you got some things&lt;br /&gt;You’d like to change about yourself&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to me&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t want to be anybody else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m no beauty queen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just beautiful me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got every right&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a beautiful life&lt;br /&gt;Come on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says you’re not perfect&lt;br /&gt;Who says you’re not worth it&lt;br /&gt;Who says you’re the only one that’s hurting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s such a funny thing&lt;br /&gt;How nothing’s funny when it’s you&lt;br /&gt;You tell ‘em what you mean&lt;br /&gt;But they keep whiting out the truth&lt;br /&gt;It’s like a work of art&lt;br /&gt;That never gets to see the light&lt;br /&gt;Keep you beneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;Won’t let you touch the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says you’re not start potential&lt;br /&gt;Who says you’re not presidential&lt;br /&gt;Who says you can’t be in movies&lt;br /&gt;Who says you don’t pass the test&lt;br /&gt;Who says you can’t be the best&lt;br /&gt;Who says you’re not perfect&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says you’re not worth it&lt;br /&gt;Who says you’re the only one that’s hurting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me&lt;br /&gt;That’s the price of beauty&lt;br /&gt;Who says you’re not pretty&lt;br /&gt;Who says you’re not beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, beautiful ladies...lets live our beautiful life~ ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-2980445005414876210?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/2980445005414876210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2011/03/dedicated-to-ladies-out-theredont-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/2980445005414876210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/2980445005414876210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2011/03/dedicated-to-ladies-out-theredont-ever.html' title='Dedicated to the ladies out there..Don&apos;t ever say that you are not pretty enuff..Who says?'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-3928002986307503166</id><published>2011-03-21T22:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:28:00.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Quarter of 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My early 2011.filled with unpredictable stuff.. Reminding me that life is unpredictable..and it suppose to be fun that way~ Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the march school holiday, i sort of stuck with the workloads that i consciously procrastinated before holiday.. Huhu serves me right~&lt;br /&gt;But surprisingly, between the tuitions and chasing due dates, i could actually relax myself..i even have the time for blog and movies..Thanks..I really appreciate this Lord :)&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting to my 'day-maker' contributors..just want to let you know that you guys are appreciated~  May i survive 2011 with flying colours..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only March..with these workloads and commitments, i'm already looking forward for the first term holiday ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-3928002986307503166?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/3928002986307503166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2011/03/first-quarter-of-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/3928002986307503166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/3928002986307503166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2011/03/first-quarter-of-2011.html' title='First Quarter of 2011'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-1992686400364035720</id><published>2011-02-07T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T00:07:20.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You've got to be kidding me!</title><content type='html'>Tired..yet tonnes of stuff to do.. After dragging my feet to finally sit in front of my laptop to finish this highly demanded stuff, and after the maximum motivation i gave to myself just to survive the hours of typing..the file i saved is nowhere to be found! UUrghh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not that illiterate..i know how to save a file.. i did that a hundred  times.  But why??  Why now?! I don't deserve this! Huaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retype? You've got to  be kidding me!?? It's almost 12 and i'm sleepy like a baby.. tommorrow i need to wake up early.. Uuurgh.. I can't tell how frustrated i feel right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. I wish got nyam2 to help me... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-1992686400364035720?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/1992686400364035720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2011/02/youve-got-to-be-kidding-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/1992686400364035720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/1992686400364035720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2011/02/youve-got-to-be-kidding-me.html' title='You&apos;ve got to be kidding me!'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-4333481117337692688</id><published>2011-01-06T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T22:21:55.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate this part!</title><content type='html'>After a long hectic day, i just want to talk to someone. Someone who will really listen to the stuff i had gone through. I am one of the endangered species of 'extremely-manja-beyond-repair' type and i need to be entertained. Now, i can change myself but i could be a very boring person. Coz no more funny2 stuff might happen. I hate it when i have to deal with it alone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-4333481117337692688?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/4333481117337692688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-hate-this-part.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/4333481117337692688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/4333481117337692688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-hate-this-part.html' title='I hate this part!'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-2539410678541227695</id><published>2010-12-19T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T00:07:21.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication..</title><content type='html'>We have all sort of communication devices and technologies.  Logically it will make our communication level higher and better. But why does it so difficult to satisfy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Homo sapien&lt;/span&gt;'s ego? Communication is not doing any better. Even between two close individual with mutual understanding. Hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-2539410678541227695?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/2539410678541227695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/12/communication.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/2539410678541227695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/2539410678541227695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/12/communication.html' title='Communication..'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-6560840536819466829</id><published>2010-12-19T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T23:24:23.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>values...</title><content type='html'>I have this opportunity of a lifetime. Something I wanted so bad since i started to realize the values of education. Last year, i would have jump out of the window excitedly and said a solid yes. But, not now..it is funny how life would unexpectedly changed. The moment I hear the proposal, I immediately rejected it..&lt;br /&gt;Coz when I look carefully at my journey of life, the values of life actually sits a bit higher than the value of academic..and I trust that stand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-6560840536819466829?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/6560840536819466829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/12/values.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/6560840536819466829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/6560840536819466829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/12/values.html' title='values...'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-91124092849727951</id><published>2010-09-22T10:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T10:28:46.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live n love..</title><content type='html'>Live n love..simple.. but can we survive the journey? It's up to us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how great your feeling is, the  other party might not appreciate it.. End up you are crying alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People said, let it go..  move on..I want that more than anything in the world, but the memory haunts me.. I need help..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-91124092849727951?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/91124092849727951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/09/live-n-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/91124092849727951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/91124092849727951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/09/live-n-love.html' title='Live n love..'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-86511365133842013</id><published>2010-09-01T17:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T20:37:42.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Front liners of a big name...</title><content type='html'>I noticed this kind of stuff since my first degree.. n i despise it ever since. It sort of the pain in the 'heart'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, my friend and i went to a very famous supermarket in this small town.. (Well almost 90% of the population shop there..so considered very famous la kan). Okay, since it hold a very massive reputation in this town.. i think it is logic to ensure a pleasant shopping period for the customers..  But what happen was really disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the counter and waited for a while before we had our turn.. we wanted to buy the transparent handiplast (for facial). There were stacks of handiplasts and since the stacks were behind the counter the staf/cashier need to check it for us (that is how it suppose to be..right?). But when we ask for her assistance and we did ask a lot of questions, she showed obviously rude facial expression. After a while, she left us just like that. we waited innocently and pathetically. She went to do something insignificant instead of entertaining our requests and questions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After using all my patience tolerating, she finally pushed my limit button. I couldn't wait anymore. So i consiously went behind the counter and check the stacks myself. I went out after one of the staff asked me to. And i was ready to explain to the manager if things happen to go a little bit further... But luckily i had a very understanding friend with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an ancient and typical issue highlighted when we talk about the service provided by  staff at counter ; receptionist, cashier, general worker, salesperson..etc..I don't get it. What's with the attitude?? Do they know that they are specifically paid to entertain the requests of customers??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all of them behave that way and not all customers has a low  level of patience as i am..but everybody knows that as front liners, they suppose to have a good PR to attract customers.. After all, customers are their informal employer and they (staff) are the faces of the company. A little smile wouldn't hurt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you read this, you might say that this is a one-sided story since i might not know the tense of front liners. Hmm..every job comes with unique tense. Think carefully before you decide to accept the offer. Give logic performance. Don't simply focus on the paycheck. Don't u think so?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-86511365133842013?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/86511365133842013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/09/front-liners-of-big-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/86511365133842013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/86511365133842013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/09/front-liners-of-big-name.html' title='Front liners of a big name...'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-4299279814684187510</id><published>2010-08-29T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T22:26:17.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend..</title><content type='html'>I had a blast last nite. The aunt's party was fun.. Shots of Stanley's really got the adrenalin going... It was good to loosen up.. now i'm sobber with a pile of book to check.. Tomorrow, i need to face my naughty students again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish tomorrow is saturday~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-4299279814684187510?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/4299279814684187510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/08/weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/4299279814684187510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/4299279814684187510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/08/weekend.html' title='Weekend..'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-2171238998517919141</id><published>2010-08-11T12:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T12:45:45.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The way you see things..</title><content type='html'>If you want something so bad...don't you think you should fight for it? You would be restless till you got what you want.. Especially when it is about something that can cause regrets throughout  your life..and the choice you make  now is going to determine the colour of your future life.. Hmm..i guess you don't see it that way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is drifting us further apart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-2171238998517919141?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/2171238998517919141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/08/way-you-see-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/2171238998517919141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/2171238998517919141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/08/way-you-see-things.html' title='The way you see things..'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-5856814574610536981</id><published>2010-07-31T20:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T20:28:39.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another weekend...</title><content type='html'>Hmm...spending my saturday nite with movies.. with a very small laptop screen..i guess this saturday is just another weekend. All the plans were cancelled.. So much for the 'nice' weekend i had in mind. ...sigh... I wish i am not too dependent... I wish it is safe for me to go out alone..i wish kk is just 15 minutes away.. I miss my UMS life.. at least i got my circle of friends :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-5856814574610536981?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/5856814574610536981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/5856814574610536981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/5856814574610536981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-weekend.html' title='Another weekend...'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-5962479430397398545</id><published>2010-07-31T16:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T16:32:33.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saturday...</title><content type='html'>Saturday finally...i get to spend all evening for myself.. i suppose to have everything i need now...but i feel lonely.. Now i prefer my hectic schedule than a lonely evening like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out and enjoy the lovely evening but i don't feel safe to go out alone..this is what happen when you are supplied with so many crime stories.. haha... Im imagining a white beach all for myself...a safe one of coz.. a big bottle of 100 plus, sunblock, sunglasses, shorts, a good book and an MP3 full of nice songs would be enough to make my saturday.. hmm...i wish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting alone in my room is like giving all the memories chance to come knocking and say 'hi' to my present life. ...sigh... honestly i kind of dunno what to do when they come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm making some positive progress..i know..but would it be enough?.. Is anyboy out there got pills for erasing memories?? I would love to have those pills please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...i want my mum... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-5962479430397398545?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/5962479430397398545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/07/saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/5962479430397398545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/5962479430397398545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/07/saturday.html' title='The Saturday...'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-4149266447719384390</id><published>2010-07-27T17:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T18:56:41.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wasn't okay...</title><content type='html'>From the moment i wake up, i know that  i won't perform as expected.  I feel so tired an weak.  It was like i had a date with a vampire the night before and he sucked all of my red blood cells out of my body.. I was pale and light headed.  And my limbs didn't want to corporate with me..but for the sake of commitment, i gave up all  the energy left in me to the game. After the game, i dragged my feet to a clinic. And that was where i dissapoint him.. I swear i could have blacked out if i didn't rush home and lie down.. i've been losing too much blood...without proper breakfast n lunch..and after a few volleyball match..i was pretty much 'wasn't okay'..i'm sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a wonder why we feel so fragile in situations like this..Why can't we be strong throughout all circumstances no matter how hard we try??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-4149266447719384390?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/4149266447719384390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-wasnt-okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/4149266447719384390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/4149266447719384390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-wasnt-okay.html' title='I wasn&apos;t okay...'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-8435096483824967723</id><published>2010-07-26T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T22:03:56.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It makes me realize that i am a mortal :)</title><content type='html'>I never really think about it before this..but now it sort of open my eyes that my mortal body is degrading..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have exactly one week before the next test.. and the result of the next test will determine whether my life for the next few weeks (or maybe months...hmm..years?) would be full of tests and stress or routine and smiles... I leave it all to God..He knows better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before the day comes, i will fill my days with as much laughter as i can..and enjoy my life as usual (I hope so...n i'll try my best)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorrow i'll b playing volleyball for the MSKPPM. Wish me luck :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-8435096483824967723?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/8435096483824967723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-makes-me-realize-that-i-am-mortal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/8435096483824967723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/8435096483824967723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-makes-me-realize-that-i-am-mortal.html' title='It makes me realize that i am a mortal :)'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-8075300098948951431</id><published>2010-07-26T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T21:51:39.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An outing with my Nathan..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/TE2RN31_59I/AAAAAAAAAIs/1IJGIcC88DM/s1600/20072010207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498210387604006866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/TE2RN31_59I/AAAAAAAAAIs/1IJGIcC88DM/s400/20072010207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dissapointed with the careless administration of ###, we decided to not to go home empty handed. A bit exhausted from the late sleep and early wake up, 4 of us determined to explore Kudat. We came across a Rungus Bead Centre signboard and  went blindly in. Hmm...What we found was not bad.. They produce quite nice accesories. But in my opinion, Tourism Board should give more atention to simple details like the variety and commercial value of the product. Does it worth the 2 hours drive? hmm..not really..but at least we were happy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-8075300098948951431?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/8075300098948951431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/07/outing-with-my-nathan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/8075300098948951431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/8075300098948951431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/07/outing-with-my-nathan.html' title='An outing with my Nathan..'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/TE2RN31_59I/AAAAAAAAAIs/1IJGIcC88DM/s72-c/20072010207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-2831946351373648745</id><published>2010-07-14T09:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T12:17:09.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wednesday..</title><content type='html'>I woke up late today (actually i consciously ignored the scream my alarm for 20 times..haha) Rushed to prepare myself and fullfill the minimum appearance requirements of a teacher. But i made it to school before the clock strike to 7. Yay! not bad for starting of the day.. A bit relax today coz all form 3 students has PMR talk.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a very long breakfast with my girlfriend, catching up with the latest gossip. Shared a good laugh... So far i have a pleasant morning here at school.. Wish myself more smiles for the other half of the day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-2831946351373648745?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/2831946351373648745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/2831946351373648745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/2831946351373648745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-wednesday.html' title='My Wednesday..'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-26578693336935448</id><published>2010-07-13T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:22:02.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is just a day away..</title><content type='html'>It's almost 12 and my eyes is getting heavier.. ..wonder what tomorrow will bring for me.. Hopefully something that can make me smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work, teach, students...tomorrow is just a few hours away..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-26578693336935448?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/26578693336935448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/07/tomorrow-is-just-day-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/26578693336935448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/26578693336935448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/07/tomorrow-is-just-day-away.html' title='Tomorrow is just a day away..'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-4301644787233507948</id><published>2010-07-12T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T21:12:02.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me when will you be mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me quando quando quando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We can share a love divine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please don't make me wait again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When will you say yes to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me quando quando quando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You mean happiness to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh my love please tell me when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every moments a day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every day seems a lifetime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me show you the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To a joy beyond compare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait a moment more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me quando quando quando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say its me that you adore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then darling tell me when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every moments a day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every day seems a lifetime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me show you the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To a joy beyond compare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait a moment more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me quando quando quando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say its me that you adore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then darling tell me when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whoa lover tell me when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh darling tell me when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh come on tell me when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yea tell me when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-4301644787233507948?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/4301644787233507948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/4301644787233507948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/4301644787233507948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-2524559456649168991</id><published>2010-07-12T20:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T21:07:31.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you..</title><content type='html'>Thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't stand where i am now if it's not because of you.. Thank you..We have been through a lot...and we were still standing for some time, till the day we decided to let it go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to tell you, that you had me throughout all those years. That i tried my best to face the challenges just to end up with you.. My prayer, worry and love was for you.. You used to be my home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we have to walk separately, i wish you luck..and need you to know that your impression on me all this while is wrong..and the way you interpret it dissapoints me.. i am hurt.. real bad..and the only option for me now is moving forward..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired...i am soo tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourself.. You know that i saw the potential in you..and i have faith that you can be somebody..I wish you all the best.. Just make sure that you are happy with it.. You are appreciated by me..always...My prayer is with you..God bless..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-2524559456649168991?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/2524559456649168991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/07/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/2524559456649168991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/2524559456649168991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/07/thank-you.html' title='Thank you..'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-8161713492654708279</id><published>2010-07-12T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T20:39:35.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we have to endure the pain..</title><content type='html'>Being in pain and have to pretend that you are not hurt is torturing.. Getting the lost laughter is not easy either. Being in this situation, we start to look for options.. But it seems that the pain is haunting .. need to get out of this..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-8161713492654708279?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/8161713492654708279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-do-we-have-to-endure-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/8161713492654708279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/8161713492654708279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-do-we-have-to-endure-pain.html' title='Why do we have to endure the pain..'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-5821977210304104519</id><published>2010-07-12T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T20:32:25.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why...I can't understand...i guess love can do funny stuff..</title><content type='html'>Langit begitu gelap&lt;br /&gt;Hujan tak juga reda&lt;br /&gt;Ku harus menyaksikan cintaku&lt;br /&gt;Terenggut tak terselamatkan&lt;br /&gt;Ingin ku ulang hari&lt;br /&gt;Ingin ku perbaiki&lt;br /&gt;Kau sangat ku butuhkan&lt;br /&gt;Beraninya kau pergi dan tak kembali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimana letak surga itu&lt;br /&gt;Biar ku gantikan tempat mu dengan ku&lt;br /&gt;Adakah tangga surga itu&lt;br /&gt;Biar ku temukan untuk bersamamu&lt;br /&gt;Ku biarkan senyum ku menari di udara&lt;br /&gt;Biar semua tahu&lt;br /&gt;Kematian tak mengakhiri&lt;br /&gt;Cinta…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apalah artinya hidup tanpa kekasihku&lt;br /&gt;Percuma ku ada disini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-5821977210304104519?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/5821977210304104519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/07/whyi-cant-understandi-guess-love-can-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/5821977210304104519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/5821977210304104519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/07/whyi-cant-understandi-guess-love-can-do.html' title='Why...I can&apos;t understand...i guess love can do funny stuff..'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-4325677265170903724</id><published>2010-07-01T10:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T10:16:46.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day...</title><content type='html'>I had to let a student down today...seeing her almost burst into tears  soften my heart inside...but i have to do this.. Warnings and reminders from friends, colleagues and housemate pushed me into rejecting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every story has two sides... and i'm interested in her side.. but to know her story, i have to break the boundary that has been set in order for me to be in the comfortable side.. and breaking it doesn't seem to  be a good option now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a teacher, woman and a sister, it hurts me to reject her enthusiasm to learn my subject and to be close to me.. hmm..life can be complicated.. Good luck to her..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-4325677265170903724?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/4325677265170903724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/4325677265170903724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/4325677265170903724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-day.html' title='Another day...'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-6363141338048795321</id><published>2010-06-30T15:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T16:09:45.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired....</title><content type='html'>I've been yawning for the past hours, but i sneak out of my busy schedule...just for the satisfaction of pouring everything out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i woke up early and survived a few hours of non-stop classes at school and three tuition classes from 3.30 to 9 pm.. had a very late sleep and....today, woke up early to obey the requirements of the timer punch machine in our general office..survived hours of classes and an extra class with another tuition coming at 7..now.....i am sooo extremely tired... here i am, sitting alone in the teacher's room patiently counting every minutes to go bck...trying my very best not to fall into the temptations of this cold rainy evening...and sail away with my dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhu.. this tight schedule is killing me..but i managed to find smiles and laughter between them.. i shared jokes with my students in a tired mode.. we had good laugh in class talking about silly stuff between the questions.. and those were my energy booster.. as much as they depend on me for guidance, i depend on them to survive my very day.. Thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is getting heavier..and it's time to go home....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-6363141338048795321?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/6363141338048795321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/06/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/6363141338048795321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/6363141338048795321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/06/tired.html' title='Tired....'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-7672067081868899087</id><published>2010-06-30T15:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T15:40:25.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A commitment...</title><content type='html'>So many things happened...n  i promised myself to write it out everytime...but i couldn't find the time, where i cn be alone and focus to my laptop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm sneaking out of my busy schedule, just to have the satisfaction of letting it out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a commitment..a 9 years commitment..and eventhough i'm so tight now..never once i regret the decission. He's going to be with me as long as i can protect him..before life takes him away..His name is Jonathan and i call him Nathan. His colour is black..He's a present from me to myself...for all the hardwork i ever did.. He is my persona..and i love him ;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-7672067081868899087?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/7672067081868899087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/06/commitment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/7672067081868899087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/7672067081868899087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/06/commitment.html' title='A commitment...'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-2224304389270354561</id><published>2010-06-14T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T19:59:39.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little heaven on earth</title><content type='html'>Is it too much of me asking to have this?? A simple element in life that makes us alive.. A reason to smile and breathe everyday.. A reason to b bold and face the worlds' challenges and turn them into something worthy and meaningful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only have one heart, one life...and it is our responsibilty to make it contented... Regardless of  who we are... we are worth of the happiness..Is it too much of me to make sure that i have what i dreamt of? i wanna find my home...n hopefully my 'home' can find its way into my heart too.. Amen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding is still beautiful.. Forgiveness is essential.. Forgetting comes after understanding and forgiveness.. But a lot of us can't reach the third stage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's not 'him'...there must be someone somewhere that was made for us..We've been presented with opportunities...but should we take it? It's up to us..up to a little thing called heart...and a sprinkle of chemistry..for our hearts know if we can give the commitments..and  the chemistry is the indicator..coz they come with the package of a having a 'home'.. If we can't commit, let it go..please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am..wondering what God has stored for me..understanding the beauty of His plan.. knowing that He knows best...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-2224304389270354561?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/2224304389270354561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-heaven-on-earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/2224304389270354561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/2224304389270354561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-heaven-on-earth.html' title='A little heaven on earth'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-1469572483556554623</id><published>2010-05-22T14:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T15:28:39.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciated Appriciation..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;16 May 2010..My first Teacher's Day celebration.. and i really feel celebrated by my students.. teddy bear, mug, lolipops and cards are on my table.. Their grammatical and spelling errors make me smile within..knowing that they at least try to convey beautiful messages..Their words are beautiful enuf..appreciating my every effort..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Happy Teacher's Day to my lovely and beloved teacher,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I will always remember you lesson to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And always remember when we're naughty and you always forgive us for all the mistakes we have done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Teacher is not only give an education, but also show the way to success. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Theachers are like the diamond we will never throw it because it was very expensive jewellery. Forgive is for the mistakes we have done."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-N-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You are funny and dynamic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The way you teach us... i never feel bored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I like English so much better this year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My grammar has improved tremendously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I hope you still be my BI teacher 4 next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Happy Teacher's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-V-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Simple words can express a lot.. i'm really touched by their words.. Thanks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-1469572483556554623?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/1469572483556554623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/05/appreciated-appriciation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/1469572483556554623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/1469572483556554623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/05/appreciated-appriciation.html' title='Appreciated Appriciation..'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-9041476290112128757</id><published>2010-05-18T17:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T18:01:53.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to make myself happy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472547557730401954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/S_JlAkrzvqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/9Z8lStRoq-c/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/S_Jil9_t2YI/AAAAAAAAAIM/AypawmzBucw/s1600/kmin-piano_keys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472544901645064578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/S_Jil9_t2YI/AAAAAAAAAIM/AypawmzBucw/s400/kmin-piano_keys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Having disappointments in life doesn't mean you need to just sit and weep ba kan.. They said music can express yourself.. I'm having this fun idea of having piano lesson since this town can't offer much entertainment..&lt;br /&gt;But need to settle a few stuff before i can start.. This is exciting! Wish me luck!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-9041476290112128757?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/9041476290112128757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-to-make-myself-happy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/9041476290112128757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/9041476290112128757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-to-make-myself-happy.html' title='Just to make myself happy...'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/S_JlAkrzvqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/9Z8lStRoq-c/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-5752010974605586604</id><published>2010-05-18T17:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T18:10:56.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMKJ3, BBB...2009...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/S_JeJmR-X5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/1xFbWSOB8kw/s1600/DSC07454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472540016196345746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/S_JeJmR-X5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/1xFbWSOB8kw/s400/DSC07454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Browsing through my pics, brings me down to memoryland.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are fragments in life that is fading from us as day goes by..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still remember how i struggled and enjoyed at the same time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This memory taught me a lot..and coloured my life too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish them all a good luck..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till we cross our paths again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-5752010974605586604?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/5752010974605586604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/05/smkj3-bbb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/5752010974605586604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/5752010974605586604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/05/smkj3-bbb.html' title='SMKJ3, BBB...2009...'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/S_JeJmR-X5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/1xFbWSOB8kw/s72-c/DSC07454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-6276082570947658535</id><published>2010-04-30T19:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T00:59:59.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pernahkah kau bicara&lt;br /&gt;Tapi tak di dengar&lt;br /&gt;Tak di anggap&lt;br /&gt;Sama sekali..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernahkan kau tak salah&lt;br /&gt;Tapi disalahkan&lt;br /&gt;Tak di beri&lt;br /&gt;Kesempatan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuhidup dengan siapa&lt;br /&gt;Ku tak tau kau siapa&lt;br /&gt;Kau kekasihku tapi&lt;br /&gt;Orang lain bagiku&lt;br /&gt;Kau dengan dirimu saja&lt;br /&gt;Kau dengan duniamu saja&lt;br /&gt;Teruskan lah.. Teruskan lah&lt;br /&gt;Kau begitu ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau tak butuh diriku&lt;br /&gt;Aku patung bagimu&lt;br /&gt;Cinta buta&lt;br /&gt;Kebutuhan mu ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau dengan dirimu saja&lt;br /&gt;Kau dengan duniamu saja&lt;br /&gt;Teruskan lah&lt;br /&gt;Kau begitu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-6276082570947658535?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/6276082570947658535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/6276082570947658535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/6276082570947658535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_30.html' title='...'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-1158544256409473883</id><published>2010-04-29T17:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T01:04:33.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/S9lQfra240I/AAAAAAAAAHk/hR8pM6QJpQ4/s1600/alien.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465488127952347970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/S9lQfra240I/AAAAAAAAAHk/hR8pM6QJpQ4/s400/alien.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/S9lP3egM5BI/AAAAAAAAAHc/AVAQLnrmFPU/s1600/starbucks-iced-latte1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465487437290333202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/S9lP3egM5BI/AAAAAAAAAHc/AVAQLnrmFPU/s400/starbucks-iced-latte1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hydrology and earth system science...Hmm..kind of stuck with these jurnals.. Can't have my rest until i finish reviewing them.. I'm sooooo weak and sleepy... But for my beloved aunty Odye, i have to stay focus n finish this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being extremely tired, weak and sleepy doesn't stop me from having another craving. hehe..Now i'm imagining Starbucks Caramel Latte and Big Apple alien donut ...hmmm...tapun....;s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-1158544256409473883?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/1158544256409473883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/1158544256409473883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/1158544256409473883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=';)'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/S9lQfra240I/AAAAAAAAAHk/hR8pM6QJpQ4/s72-c/alien.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-4389738839866656544</id><published>2010-04-29T15:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T18:06:18.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another teacher story..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been having endless tuition classes and tasks to do. Didn't even have a quality 'me' time lately. But then..it comes with the package kan.. Today my evening tuition class is canceled, so here i am..pouring another thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know i've talk abt this, but today i feel like talking abt it again..because today i feel so weak and tired..but something made me smile..Today..a few colleagues came to me and ask about a student of mine. They inquire abt the reason he obviously changed. He was a lazy and passive student in the weakest class.But now we become one of the diligent student and even apply to be a member of English club. He came to meet me during recess and at the end of school almost everyday asking for guidance in English Language. Make corrections for every mistakes he did. I think the explanation is..he changed the way he sees English.... and i am the medium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It makes me smile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am not an optionist. Never had a proper training in English. I don't have the enthusism and pedagogy of a TESL graduates...and English is just my second language, but i'm happy with the small changes that i can do to 'memperkukuhkan Bahasa Inggeris' among students. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But the most satisfying feeling is...it feels all my exhaustion for these past few weeks is paid off.. :) thats one of the reasons i love being a teacher..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-4389738839866656544?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/4389738839866656544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-teacher-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/4389738839866656544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/4389738839866656544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-teacher-story.html' title='Another teacher story..'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-7399893442120310672</id><published>2010-04-19T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T20:54:14.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching is holistic..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wise men say it is..so..it is then.  Haha.. Being a teacher for a few months has open my eyes to another angle in life. A very extreme change of a student. Never really occur to me that it is possible (especially caused by me), although I always bear in mind that nothing is impossible. The possibilities of me changing a very passive student to an active one. It’s a very satisfying feeling..  I hope he’ll continue changing for good..&lt;br /&gt;Teachers are really a ‘walking ABM (Alat Bantu Mengajar)’ (Thanks to Dr.Ruslin for that). The way you mix around, talk, dress, smile,joke, teach and even your patience are actually included in the teaching and encouraging process of the young minds… Theory has it that teenagers are looking for their identities in this specific phase of life..&lt;br /&gt;So, wearing a ’teacher’ name tag is pretty much…having yourself being one of the identity indicator.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-7399893442120310672?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/7399893442120310672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/04/teaching-is-holistic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/7399893442120310672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/7399893442120310672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/04/teaching-is-holistic.html' title='Teaching is holistic..'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-968436354194904752</id><published>2010-04-19T17:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T17:19:18.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'package of life'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;There are so many interpretations about life.. Especially about future..But one thing for sure…it is unpredictable..One moment you are sure about something then 5 seconds later, life present to you a situation that makes you question your decisions. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you feel like giving up, after trying for so many times..bored  with the uncertainties..then you start looking for solutions..and might misinterpret some of it..&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just stop thinking…blacked out..&lt;br /&gt;Well, life wouldn’t be so much fun if everything is predictable right? Hmm…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-968436354194904752?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/968436354194904752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/04/package-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/968436354194904752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/968436354194904752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/04/package-of-life.html' title='The &apos;package of life&apos;'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-7660753484826527634</id><published>2010-02-04T17:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T18:10:25.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The start...</title><content type='html'>I'm officially a teacher.. Teacher Jovie. Still adjusting to the name.. The school is ok..in fact categorized as sekolah impian. That means the expectation to the academic quality is  high. This year, i am responsible for the PMR English result for two form three classes. All the best to me. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The books to check is piling up.. it comes with the package kan..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-7660753484826527634?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/7660753484826527634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/02/start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/7660753484826527634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/7660753484826527634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/02/start.html' title='The start...'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-3938657816277485068</id><published>2010-01-25T11:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T17:30:25.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My final day of freedom..</title><content type='html'>Nobody owns me.. I am free to do what i want..act and decide things according to my hesrt's desire...following my own set of judgements... Went outing whenever i want...chatting endlessly...and the best part is simply doing nothing..Hmmmm....but the not-so-best part is...i'm broke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorrow i would be own by the KPM. Tied to the ground rules of being a teacher.. No more the naughty n childish me.. Matured personality was in the top ten list of being a teacher. So..here i go.. (hahaha).. The young minds gonna depends on my judgements..can't go outing whenever i want and there gonna be tonnes of work waiting on my desks every morning..huhu&lt;br /&gt;But..the best part is...(huhu..i'm lovin this one!)..the steady income.. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said that if you love your job so much..you'll never feel like working at all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-3938657816277485068?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/3938657816277485068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-final-day-of-freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/3938657816277485068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/3938657816277485068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-final-day-of-freedom.html' title='My final day of freedom..'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-7608312558170880571</id><published>2010-01-21T09:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T09:33:39.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It has been a while… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m gonna own the ‘teacher’ name tag for real. I had a dream last nite. It was a scene of me entering my first class for the first time.. it was humiliating and a total disaster. Huhu.. Nightmare indeed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they say, if u had a dream…u have to turn the story around. So in the real world, i’ll have my first class just nice…Hahah…something to cheer myself up . I certainly hope so. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..this is it..the outcome of the 10 months -head crushing-DPLI intensif programme. For my beloved coursemates that have been posted in Sabah. Welcome! Looking forward to teach with you girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your stay in Sabah. Its beautiful and peace in here..you’ll see.. Good luck girls!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-7608312558170880571?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/7608312558170880571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-has-been-while-now-im-gonna-own.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/7608312558170880571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/7608312558170880571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-has-been-while-now-im-gonna-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-401441322348143159</id><published>2009-12-10T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T13:45:01.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding is still beautiful...</title><content type='html'>Understanding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to understand a condition that being presented upon you..instead of just mumbling sharp words, slicing the hidden honesty. It would be a relief to you but it hurts the other party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protecting your priceless ego by hurting other isnt a victory. Especially to someone that you claim to be so dear to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy and love doesnt always a good combination. Everybody knows that and i'm pretty sure you do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up..or you'll find yourself in regrets...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-401441322348143159?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/401441322348143159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/12/understanding-is-still-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/401441322348143159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/401441322348143159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/12/understanding-is-still-beautiful.html' title='Understanding is still beautiful...'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-2033983511432560374</id><published>2009-12-04T16:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:14:39.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder why...</title><content type='html'>Why do people have to act like their rules are the standard ones? or their principals are the ones that should become the examples? or that their ego is the one that is worth protecting instead of others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lived and grew in &lt;strong&gt;various&lt;/strong&gt; background.... and life experiences induced our thinking...making us who we are now..and we are all different of cos...My opinion might differ from others..Thats one of the earth norms..right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...if u are an A and i am a B...we should be an  A+B through compromises right? But why do we still fight over something so simple??  I wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People..the next time u want to start a fight..remember that everybody has their own ground rules and principals.. and we have something called 'explanation' to sort things out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough &lt;strong&gt;ego &lt;/strong&gt;is one of the essential element of humanity.. we know that overprotecting it isn't always the way out..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-2033983511432560374?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/2033983511432560374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wonder-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/2033983511432560374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/2033983511432560374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wonder-why.html' title='I wonder why...'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-4541358107226015667</id><published>2009-12-03T17:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:23:06.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does anybody has extra momentum to be given away?</title><content type='html'>Still struggling to finish what i have started...knowing the due date wasnt helping o..ayoo..and its December.. My mum is busy arranging our family's schedule for making sure we attend every family gathering this month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parties.. bbqs... gossiping...christmas mood... im sure i'm gonna fall into temptations..haha.. help meeee...i need momentum to finish this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-4541358107226015667?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/4541358107226015667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/12/does-anybody-has-extra-momentum-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/4541358107226015667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/4541358107226015667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/12/does-anybody-has-extra-momentum-to-be.html' title='Does anybody has extra momentum to be given away?'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-6846031035727565986</id><published>2009-11-28T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T16:44:02.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cryopreservation and enhancement of Leonurus sibiricus seeds</title><content type='html'>Its  quite a challenge to do something that u are not excited about.. It has been series of postponed semesters to give priority to something else.. hmm...need to get momentum to do this tedious writing.. Claiming to b a master to this topic demands quite a lot.. with the temptations of food and bed...and endless chats ..huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did i put the results? the journals? and the due date is getting closer..ayoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-6846031035727565986?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/6846031035727565986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/11/cryopreservation-and-enhancement-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/6846031035727565986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/6846031035727565986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/11/cryopreservation-and-enhancement-of.html' title='Cryopreservation and enhancement of Leonurus sibiricus seeds'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-5666564096657254570</id><published>2009-10-15T10:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T11:31:43.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/StaQePEpf6I/AAAAAAAAAHE/PW4iDxQeBiA/s1600-h/DSCN1539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392656452939251618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/StaQePEpf6I/AAAAAAAAAHE/PW4iDxQeBiA/s400/DSCN1539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These were the faces of the young minds that opens my mind to the new perspectives of pedagogy. They were sweet and innocent but have a very demanding needs.. Your best decision might not be their favourite but one thing for sure, they love it when you smile. No matter how high the tension is, your smiles would calm their rebellious intentions. I might be novice..not even officially own the 'teacher' name tag, but i do know that the young ones doesnt need to be scrutinize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having the little experience, i am begining to understand the feeling of my previous teachers. Some of them become my idols and i realize that i still remember their words. Still wish to meet and tell them what i've become. Just to add up their reasons to be proud of being a teacher. Especially 'my' teacher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But.. i do have the memories of teachers that i wish i wont stumble across in life. The reason why i dont favor that specific subject until now. I know i'm being a little bit '......' (not sure what word to use), but they do leave a negative scar in my academic journey. For those teachers..i'm sorry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You open my eyes to the new approach of teaching though. and i believe, that you believe it was the best way to handle us (ur students). But i also believe that you know u hurt our feeling. Anyway, i thank you for the knowledge that you share with us. And i appreciate for the 1001 things that you have done for us. I wish you all the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My journey is still thousand miles ahead..i can only plan what kind of teacher i want to be...not sure what kind of teacher i would turn to, but  for sure i'll try to be my own favourite teacher.  Thank you teachers..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-5666564096657254570?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/5666564096657254570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/10/teachers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/5666564096657254570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/5666564096657254570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/10/teachers.html' title='Teachers'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/StaQePEpf6I/AAAAAAAAAHE/PW4iDxQeBiA/s72-c/DSCN1539.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-718040709769117871</id><published>2009-10-14T13:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T11:37:47.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of the evaluation..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/StaYwEr74HI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GpjerNP1v7c/s1600-h/RSCN1564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392665555481911410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/StaYwEr74HI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GpjerNP1v7c/s400/RSCN1564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the last three months, our pedagogy skills were put under microscopes. Evaluated by the experts, commented and expected to improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervousness was our friend for the sudden visit of supervisor. Lesson plans were readied days before the class. Slide shows were perfectly arranged and google image was my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the final evaluation has passed. The burden goes away together with the A- that i get for my practical. They said that A- is good enough for practical, so..i'm happy enuf with the grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, going to school is more....relax.. Gonna have fun with the students in my final week here. Share jokes with the teachers..and..see what the 'posting' has for me. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-718040709769117871?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/718040709769117871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/10/end-of-evaluation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/718040709769117871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/718040709769117871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/10/end-of-evaluation.html' title='The end of the evaluation..'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/StaYwEr74HI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GpjerNP1v7c/s72-c/RSCN1564.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-485490705499297480</id><published>2009-09-26T17:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T17:46:46.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya lesson</title><content type='html'>They said ' You don't know what you got till it's gone.' After what happened recently, i kind of agree with that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as someone who live very far away..(Sabah is considered far la..coz you need a few hundred ringgit to cross the ocean kan..) and financially tight, staying at hostel during the one week raya holiday kind of the best solution.  I forced my sister to join me n we were happily contented with boredoom. huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Waking up in the morning without any demanding schedule was heavenly. But, the essential part of a hostel life is dreadfully showing its absence.. The path to bathroom was pathetically decorated with cat's poop.. The smell was strong enough to knock a horse down. The journeys to the restroom were nightmares..i remind myself to drink less water just to avoid the bathroom. Oh ya, not to mention the dustbins.. And i have to put up with it for a week! God! I miss the 'mak cik cleaner' damn much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost a week, i wake up one morning, dragging my feet and cursing the biological need of my bladder, i noticed the decoration dissapear and the path to the bathroom was shining like crystal...the smell reminds me of the mixture of citrus.. wow.. (okay  that was exagerated)..&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the path, i saw a figure mopping the floor intensely..it was the 'mak cik cleaner'. muahahaha.. feels like jumping n hugging her n tell her how much she was missed. But of cos i didn't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, i would never take any 'mak cik cleaner' for granted anymore. I think they are really the saviour to our comfortable hostel life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...my raya lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-485490705499297480?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/485490705499297480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/09/raya-lesson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/485490705499297480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/485490705499297480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/09/raya-lesson.html' title='Raya lesson'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-1125592704981075626</id><published>2009-09-09T08:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T08:35:46.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The practical</title><content type='html'>I have survived almost 2 months in this school..i survived the adrenalin rush for the first classes..  i survived the sceptical looks, 1st impression judgements...i survived a few observations in flying colours (so they told me)..i have established a comfortable relationships with the eager young minds and i even have a few favourite students..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared some jokes and laughters with my students..received some compliments...lose my temper to the noty ones..but i think i've got my practical period just nice.. Thank God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 5 weeks..and i'm almost ready to wear the 'teacher' name tag.. can't wait.. Lets just hope the final 5 weeks wont gv me a hard time.. (cross finger).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a teacher is not that bad ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-1125592704981075626?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/1125592704981075626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/09/practical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/1125592704981075626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/1125592704981075626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/09/practical.html' title='The practical'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-5907457843629476107</id><published>2009-07-26T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:43:19.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Practical</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is  the starting of  the applications of our micro teching classes..student psychology..scaffolding..all the old folks theories.. No more Prof.Rashidi's voices to corect us..no more Dr. Radzani to joke around. New faces..new superisors..new demand to stisfy..Hmm..kind of hard to imagine.. Suddenly the reasons  i'm in this came flashing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roomate cant sleep..me neither..Tomorrow is just a day away..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-5907457843629476107?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/5907457843629476107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/07/practical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/5907457843629476107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/5907457843629476107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/07/practical.html' title='Practical'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-6072547548203674126</id><published>2009-07-15T12:40:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:26:18.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RDK..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sl10he4KPlI/AAAAAAAAAG8/k6b4KBhP8kc/s1600-h/they+have+the+guts...JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358567250213879378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sl10he4KPlI/AAAAAAAAAG8/k6b4KBhP8kc/s400/they+have+the+guts...JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sl1xW68b4vI/AAAAAAAAAG0/YDsBzyWmxmg/s1600-h/we+did+it!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358563770234561266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sl1xW68b4vI/AAAAAAAAAG0/YDsBzyWmxmg/s400/we+did+it!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sl1xAUrqrEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/c6oUbhoyNJ4/s1600-h/anuar,+the+flower+suppose+to+b+urs...JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358563382006557762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sl1xAUrqrEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/c6oUbhoyNJ4/s400/anuar,+the+flower+suppose+to+b+urs...JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promised myself to write something about RDK so that i can provide a peek on the other side of life to others..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perkhemahan Perdana Rekreasi dalam Komuniti Peringkat Negeri Pahang..115 of us (UKM DPLI Students) were given a noble task to organize this programme and take care of 60 students with learning disabilities (LD). Slow learner, hyperactive, down syndrom, passive and physical disabilities..thousands of impressions and predictions rushed into the minds of first timers like me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do u communiate with this kind of LD kids? Dealing with normal kids causes enuff headache..hmm... They are going to sleep in camps... how do u keep them safe? How about their shower? Meal? can they manage without their parents or guardians? The programmes were repelling, flying fox, jungle trekking, swimming (water confident)..Hmm??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After this programme, i understand why do people say 'Don't judge a book by its cover..' These kids are superb..taking into consideration that public labeled them as 'disable'..they r really outstanding! they r capable of producing something creative, take the physical challenge, giving full commitments to the tight schedules (even some of us can't) and be a team player.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one particular boy..Anuar..a hyperactive kid..he was capable of presenting the opening gimic for the closing ceremony of a Perkhemahan Perdana Peringkat Negeri with his 'tomoi' moves...n he presented it beautifully..if his father was there..i bet he was very proud.. i was just a facilitator..but i shared the proudness.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So people...there is a group of students which labeled as 'disable' at the corner of our education system that need attention and space..Open our eyes and include them in our planning and implementations of education programmes..because if u can see their capabilities..they deserve opportunities..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-6072547548203674126?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/6072547548203674126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/07/rdk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/6072547548203674126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/6072547548203674126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/07/rdk.html' title='RDK..'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sl10he4KPlI/AAAAAAAAAG8/k6b4KBhP8kc/s72-c/they+have+the+guts...JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-5496497008463512691</id><published>2009-07-14T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:39:34.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wandering spirit</title><content type='html'>They say that blog is a place where we can put our heart and mind out.. So here i am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things going on in this little brain.. sometimes..it feels like bursting out. Yet being a human, i have to take the 'package' as well. Life is full with ups and downs...n the downs sometimes feel like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was a little girl..i was eager to be a woman..now that i am one, i learnt that being a woman is not as easy as my childhood imaginations. Being a daughter n a sister..a friend and a student..being a part of community..can be tiring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's generally everybody's responsibilities and scenario that i am talking about...i know. But it helps just to pour it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is..i'll continue walking this path of life..yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-5496497008463512691?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/5496497008463512691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/07/wandering-spirit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/5496497008463512691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/5496497008463512691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/07/wandering-spirit.html' title='Wandering spirit'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-1665354247103807761</id><published>2009-07-12T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:11:11.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its the end of 2nd sem..</title><content type='html'>Exams...again..dunno for how many times already...but i'll sit for another one 2moro.. I havent read a thing..nor understand much about this subject, but i feel surprisingly calm. Hmmm..that is what worries me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better start some reading..huhu..chow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-1665354247103807761?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/1665354247103807761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-end-of-2nd-sem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/1665354247103807761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/1665354247103807761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-end-of-2nd-sem.html' title='Its the end of 2nd sem..'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-1200930779338076808</id><published>2009-06-22T11:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:44:55.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life..</title><content type='html'>Its been a while... n i am still standing...haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again..DPLI life..there are so many things need to be done in a very short period. It seems like we are not on the ground, need to move fast in order to get things done..so..we float.. (okay, that was .. kind of exagerated). But time do flies fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RDK.. gonna b a new experience for me.. Wud it be exciting? i wud rather put no expectation. Havent really understand my limitations  on this one. This gonna b my  first time..but i do hope for the best with those 'special' adik2.. hope to learn a lot from them.. Looking forward to see the other side of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuala Lipis...here we come..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-1200930779338076808?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/1200930779338076808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/06/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/1200930779338076808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/1200930779338076808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/06/life.html' title='Life..'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-7801794550950599527</id><published>2009-04-01T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:43:52.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG 2 DPLI UKM 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SdNg7PXiGPI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XcTRmoms6Xg/s1600-h/pangkor.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319702155708471538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SdNg7PXiGPI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XcTRmoms6Xg/s400/pangkor.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abseiling, Kayaking, Nite camp, Karaoke, Tribal dance, Island explorace, Swimming, Camping, Snorkeling, Tonnes of fun and......Bullied! It maybe a sweet memory in a nightmare...but we certainly hope it would be a sweet memory in a sweet dream.. Anyway, Pangkor, here we come!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-7801794550950599527?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/7801794550950599527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/04/big-2-dpli-ukm-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/7801794550950599527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/7801794550950599527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/04/big-2-dpli-ukm-2009.html' title='BIG 2 DPLI UKM 2009'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SdNg7PXiGPI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XcTRmoms6Xg/s72-c/pangkor.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-8666645659570655950</id><published>2009-04-01T19:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:22:09.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DPLI life dis March and April</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SdNZ11BvQUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4ApEMxSisvo/s1600-h/Girl%2520shopping1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319694366156996930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SdNZ11BvQUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4ApEMxSisvo/s400/Girl%2520shopping1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i bought a big bottle of my fav shower foam..new blanket..eat sushi, cakes...kfc...n many2 more...went to karaoke..balas dendam for all the time i was broke...huhu puas hati ! looking forward to buy the pink babe! want to do my nail..buy the lovely blause that i always want...new jeans...new camera... sandal at crocs...hmm...want to shop till i drop! we have waited for the allowance for ages..muahaha...finally we got it...money money money...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT!!!....hmm...BIG, seminar, college fees, programme fees...sigh..need to jimat2 after fikir all this..huhu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exam...asiggnments.. waa...dunno how we are going to survive the coming week. But, 10 months to get a diploma, this is wat we hv to go through..apa ble buat..huhu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to all my dpli friends, all the best! after the torture of exams and assignments...we'll have a blast at Pangkor! yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-8666645659570655950?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/8666645659570655950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/04/dpli-life-dis-march-and-april.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/8666645659570655950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/8666645659570655950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/04/dpli-life-dis-march-and-april.html' title='DPLI life dis March and April'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SdNZ11BvQUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4ApEMxSisvo/s72-c/Girl%2520shopping1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-3076893867502263725</id><published>2009-03-11T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:19:11.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taman Sinar Harapan..a different perspective..</title><content type='html'>10 march 2009. DPLI students got a trip to Taman Sinar Harapan, Kuala Kubu Baru..A very special place..This trip really touches my stubborn ego. The farewell wave from Fitri looked so sad.. sort of telling us, that they don't want much from us..They might need our money to survive..but they just want  to share our smiles as the reason for living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for myself for doubting the outcome of this Community Service Activities earlier. I feel sorry for how naive i am...thinking that i have bigger problems in life...thinking that i don't have enough of everything..thinking how people fail me...because turned out there is bigger things out there and i thank God for i've seen it today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, here i am..blogging in the comfort of our nice little dorm after having my simple dinner. My mind flies back to this morning's activities, imagining how their room look like..their clothes..meals.. God..they need more. And they are counting on normal  people like us..that has sane mind, education and cash to see things like we suppose to..to help them survive...to just simply colour their lives with our smiles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember how Fitri sang nasyid songs enthusiastically ...how Baby, Amy and Diana try their very hard to help with the chores....and sweet faizal answering  our questions shyly.. o ya, how Amir proudly shows us his drawings..how hard Jeremy tried to say my name...and the predictable laughter from Mohd.Noh..i can say this is the trip of my life..it changes the way i see things.. Fitri, Baby, Amy, Diana, Faizal, Amir , Jeremy and Mohd. Noh...Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-3076893867502263725?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/3076893867502263725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/03/taman-sinar-harapana-different.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/3076893867502263725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/3076893867502263725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/03/taman-sinar-harapana-different.html' title='Taman Sinar Harapan..a different perspective..'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-8334657487843458468</id><published>2009-03-10T00:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:43:23.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.E.A.C.H.E.R</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SbVG-kGYCDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GkoKbrsvcGg/s1600-h/Classroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311229376209618994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SbVG-kGYCDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GkoKbrsvcGg/s400/Classroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends, we are newbies to this profession. We got about 7 months to go before officially labeled as 'TEACHER'...We got various memories of our school season.. There were teachers that we like an adore...boring teacher...mean teacher..fun teacher..Whatever our nature or backgrounds are, lets us be the teacher that we ourselves would love.. But most of all, we need to be efficient teachers..Here are some tips from Julia Thompson;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now is the perfect time to decide how you can be an efficient teacher. Efficient teachers enjoy school more because they are not always scrambling to get their work caught up, know when meetings are scheduled, and can find keys, phone numbers, and their grade books.&lt;br /&gt;Here are five quick tips to consider if you want to be an efficient teacher .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Write it down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Use calendars, agendas, to-do lists, and sticky notes to make notes about what you are supposed to do and when you are supposed to do it. The life of a teacher is too complicated to keep in your head. Find a method that works for you and stick to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Don’t get behind&lt;/strong&gt;. Grade papers and record those grades as soon as you can. Follow advice from veteran teachers such as: stagger due dates, file papers daily, don’t grade every single paper, and record grades electronically every few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Delegate what you can&lt;/strong&gt;. Even young students can tidy a classroom, put away books, and help maintain a bulletin board. Your classroom is full of helping hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Do it right the first time&lt;/strong&gt;. Any task that you do well the first time means that you will not have to spend time reworking it later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Plan how you will use your time&lt;/strong&gt;.Some teachers create schedules where they perform specific tasks each day (Monday is planning, Tuesday is photocopying…) Still others make sure to make one trip only to the office each day. Whatever action you decide on, be sure to plan how you spend you time at school so that the week just doesn’t drift by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have fun teaching, so you won't feel like working at all..Good Luck friends!:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-8334657487843458468?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/8334657487843458468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/03/teacher.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/8334657487843458468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/8334657487843458468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/03/teacher.html' title='T.E.A.C.H.E.R'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SbVG-kGYCDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GkoKbrsvcGg/s72-c/Classroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-5921749864920030533</id><published>2009-03-09T20:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T07:22:00.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuti day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.zwani.com/graphics/days_of_the_week/tuesday/images/4tuesday2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.zwani.com/graphics/days_of_the_week/tuesday/images/4tuesday2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://images.zwani.com/graphics/days_of_the_week/tuesday/images/4tuesday2.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.zwani.com/graphics/days_of_the_week/tuesday/images/4tuesday2.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the end of our long weekend.. i'm sure people are in high spirit to start the routine tomorrow..I wish everybody happy Tuesday for tomorrow and may we have an amazing weekdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-5921749864920030533?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/5921749864920030533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/03/cuti-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/5921749864920030533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/5921749864920030533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/03/cuti-day.html' title='Cuti day..'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-8467772175389975062</id><published>2009-03-08T23:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:36:07.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Utama visit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SbSbwRB8fjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A8sKMfA_OMs/s1600-h/DSC06509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311041114084245042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SbSbwRB8fjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A8sKMfA_OMs/s400/DSC06509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SbSaElr_G-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/JhkXo7GxHlA/s1600-h/DSC06510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311039264203414498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SbSaElr_G-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/JhkXo7GxHlA/s400/DSC06510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SbQHgfgzjMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/h_f4TqnqdBo/s1600-h/DSC06505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310878115372960962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SbQHgfgzjMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/h_f4TqnqdBo/s400/DSC06505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makan timee...Dis time to Shogun Japanese Buffet Restaurant at One Utama.. If u r a seafood lover, u come to the rite place. Its paradise in there..Neway..i was in some sort of 'pantang'..but i force my friend to force me to break it...so i can blame it on her..haha.. The other dishes r superb! The sushi got the most of my appetite..but the dessert was pretty regular..We ate and talk for 3 hrs..It is so worth it. Thanks Hani... Then we go window shopping. Gosh! Need to control my shopping urge from buying a gorgeous and glamourous pink heels at Nose..Head over heels for the pink babe ...but, my allowance is still pending..sigh..did i mention that there was a 50% sale?..sigh... Went for a movie later that nite. 'Watchmen' gave a little twist on superhero stories.. Worth to pay RM9 for the ticket.. Overall...another nice weeekend.. Looking forward for next outing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-8467772175389975062?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/8467772175389975062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-utama-visit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/8467772175389975062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/8467772175389975062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-utama-visit.html' title='One Utama visit...'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SbSbwRB8fjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A8sKMfA_OMs/s72-c/DSC06509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-733728003141634186</id><published>2009-03-08T21:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:00:25.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 07022009 Saturday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SbPcn9ydQnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-7rv6qXZs70/s1600-h/DSC06499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310830964759151218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SbPcn9ydQnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-7rv6qXZs70/s200/DSC06499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SbPU4ZI7QOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/EWhktli6w6Q/s1600-h/DSC06501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310822450886033634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SbPU4ZI7QOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/EWhktli6w6Q/s200/DSC06501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's Saturday once more..hehe..fav day of the week. I 'accidently but happily 'went to meet my little sister at Shah Alam. Finally get to meet a relative after 2 months here. ;) ...Her apartment was quite nice with friendly sabahan cuties and nice view. They got swimming pool for tenants..hehe. i wud definitely go back for the pool..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-733728003141634186?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/733728003141634186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-07022009-saturday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/733728003141634186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/733728003141634186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-07022009-saturday.html' title='My 07022009 Saturday..'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SbPcn9ydQnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-7rv6qXZs70/s72-c/DSC06499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-4438097550926772497</id><published>2009-03-07T01:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T01:42:34.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He is a fine creation of God...and he is hot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SbFchXgo5CI/AAAAAAAAADw/LKPL5_FVYis/s1600-h/untitledg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310127163962876962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SbFchXgo5CI/AAAAAAAAADw/LKPL5_FVYis/s400/untitledg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="image" title="Cristiano Ronaldo (cropped).jpg" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Cristiano_Ronaldo_(cropped).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Personal information&lt;br /&gt;Full name: Cristiano Ronaldo dos Santos Aveiro&lt;br /&gt;Date of birth: 5 February 1985 (1985-02-05) (age 24)&lt;br /&gt;Place of birth : Funchal, Madeira, Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Heigh t: 6 ft 1 in (1.85 m)&lt;br /&gt;Playing position : Winger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current club : Manchester United&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Number : 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-4438097550926772497?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/4438097550926772497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/03/he-is-fine-creation-of-godand-he-is-hot.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/4438097550926772497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/4438097550926772497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/03/he-is-fine-creation-of-godand-he-is-hot.html' title='He is a fine creation of God...and he is hot!'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SbFchXgo5CI/AAAAAAAAADw/LKPL5_FVYis/s72-c/untitledg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-6703996055944903935</id><published>2009-03-05T18:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T19:18:15.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evening visitors..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa-0h0Bep1I/AAAAAAAAADo/zw5nctPO6xs/s1600-h/cloned_monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309660978686633810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa-0h0Bep1I/AAAAAAAAADo/zw5nctPO6xs/s400/cloned_monkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was 6.30 pm. I was enjoying the evening...surfing net, checking friendster account, clearing my yahoo inbox.. My roomate was performing her solat. In the middle of her solat, my roomate suddenly started to scream my name in panic and pointing at the window. At first i didnt get it (my mind was 110% at my laptop).. but when i looked at the window there was a little not-so-cute dirty monkey eagerly trying to get inside our room. And there was a 1 minute screaming and jumping session between me and my roomate before i finally get to close and lock our window. hahaha..She had to perform her solat 1 more time after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those who stay at A n B blocks (Zaaba College, UKM)are familiar with this 'visitors'. 4-7 pm is their 'visiting hours'. They would &lt;strong&gt;happily&lt;/strong&gt; enter rooms without people in it and &lt;strong&gt;happily&lt;/strong&gt; steal our food supplies.. Huh!... So, if you guys happen to stay at this particular blocks, its kind of important to keep your windows locked whenever you are not in, or risk losing your food and get germs all over your room, even on your beds...imagine....yucks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-6703996055944903935?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/6703996055944903935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/03/evening-visitors.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/6703996055944903935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/6703996055944903935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/03/evening-visitors.html' title='Evening visitors..'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa-0h0Bep1I/AAAAAAAAADo/zw5nctPO6xs/s72-c/cloned_monkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-4629628843090642023</id><published>2009-03-04T22:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:24:15.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom Yam Goong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa6bDqNQ6QI/AAAAAAAAADg/SXwKU3PAowg/s1600-h/tomyam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309351497888229634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa6bDqNQ6QI/AAAAAAAAADg/SXwKU3PAowg/s320/tomyam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday..I spend the whole day doing assignments and treat myself a delicious (the best i ever taste in Za'ba) tom yam soup for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm..it reminds me of the fresh seafoods in Sabah..Can't wait to go back.. :) For readers out there who hasn't visited Sabah yet, you are welcome. And while you were there do try the  seafood. It is cheap and fresh. But not every restaurant in KK can serve you freshness. I recommend Gayang Restaurant which is located in a mangrove area. It's one of my fav.You won't find seafood as fresh as Gayang's even at KK hotels (trust me with this one). For tom yam lover....hmm..Tam Nak Thai or Nok Thai restaurants are among the best. Fresh seafood tom yam..yummy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-4629628843090642023?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/4629628843090642023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/03/tom-yam-goong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/4629628843090642023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/4629628843090642023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/03/tom-yam-goong.html' title='Tom Yam Goong...'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa6bDqNQ6QI/AAAAAAAAADg/SXwKU3PAowg/s72-c/tomyam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-7017787374026248517</id><published>2009-03-04T17:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:29:21.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holistic Education</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5O_kNfo9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/MQHIrUuq6X0/s1600-h/ZWV790CAZVQ44NCAA88P3YCANOSCKACARYEFI3CAFA5NGICAI7Z40VCA0JC6WWCAUGB3XJCAMEDYFYCAJE7SUYCAUCNAHSCAB5EFN8CABZ47B8CAA0NHLNCA7JHWB3CAH1SBR1CAO5ZTHQCAIEES3SCAU2LSA8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309267864675394514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5O_kNfo9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/MQHIrUuq6X0/s400/ZWV790CAZVQ44NCAA88P3YCANOSCKACARYEFI3CAFA5NGICAI7Z40VCA0JC6WWCAUGB3XJCAMEDYFYCAJE7SUYCAUCNAHSCAB5EFN8CABZ47B8CAA0NHLNCA7JHWB3CAH1SBR1CAO5ZTHQCAIEES3SCAU2LSA8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is our group assignment for 'Education Philosophy' course. Me and my groupmates are brainstorming to meet to the minimum-30 pages-essay limit.. Fuh...quite a challenge because none of us has philosophy background. The articles and books we got from PTSL didn't help much..it was written in 'alien' language..haha. Regardless the obstacles, the essay must be submitted on 12th week..So, back to bussiness! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-7017787374026248517?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/7017787374026248517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/03/holistic-education.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/7017787374026248517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/7017787374026248517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/03/holistic-education.html' title='Holistic Education'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5O_kNfo9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/MQHIrUuq6X0/s72-c/ZWV790CAZVQ44NCAA88P3YCANOSCKACARYEFI3CAFA5NGICAI7Z40VCA0JC6WWCAUGB3XJCAMEDYFYCAJE7SUYCAUCNAHSCAB5EFN8CABZ47B8CAA0NHLNCA7JHWB3CAH1SBR1CAO5ZTHQCAIEES3SCAU2LSA8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-4196226502381722173</id><published>2009-03-03T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:53:19.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CSI..the very name, says it all..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Say-Re24N6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/1Sy6cIBuv4g/s1600-h/328x300-csi-show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308827268313266082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Say-Re24N6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/1Sy6cIBuv4g/s400/328x300-csi-show.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am a CSI lover. Since i have no access to ASTRO in this DPLI term..need to buy cd. Huhu...Duit lagi.. CSI is a perfect publication. It is informative with unpredictable script and it is full of scientific logics. One would never get bored watching this brilliant series. I can watch it all day, if only my laptop can take it..haha..After few attempts to kill  Sara Sidle, Nick Stokes, Gil Grissom and even kidnaped Cathrine Willows' daughter, they (bad guys) finally succeed in killing warick.. Warrick is dead in season 8 (part 2). Huhu..He was a fine CSI. Haven't watch this episode but a trusted 'informer' told me. I hope they get another fine character for replacing Warrick's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-4196226502381722173?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/4196226502381722173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/03/csithe-very-name-says-it-all.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/4196226502381722173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/4196226502381722173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/03/csithe-very-name-says-it-all.html' title='CSI..the very name, says it all..'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Say-Re24N6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/1Sy6cIBuv4g/s72-c/328x300-csi-show.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-6366542702307767449</id><published>2009-03-02T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:24:10.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glory glory Man United!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sav4q0-m-xI/AAAAAAAAAB0/W9Si0y2_xOU/s1600-h/f414c346041a6563d9c30c6b04702378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308610000445700882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sav4q0-m-xI/AAAAAAAAAB0/W9Si0y2_xOU/s400/f414c346041a6563d9c30c6b04702378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet 3-1 for Manchester United vs Tottenham Hotspur.. But i got better result! MU won 4-1. :D.. Eventhough it was through penalties, but still MU won the Carling Cup! MU is the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-6366542702307767449?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/6366542702307767449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/03/glory-glory-man-united.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/6366542702307767449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/6366542702307767449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/03/glory-glory-man-united.html' title='Glory glory Man United!'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sav4q0-m-xI/AAAAAAAAAB0/W9Si0y2_xOU/s72-c/f414c346041a6563d9c30c6b04702378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-5377718110413355858</id><published>2009-03-01T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T12:08:33.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 28022009 Saturday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SaoF29xnDCI/AAAAAAAAABk/2_nKcMaR6Yw/s1600-h/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308061552663268386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SaoF29xnDCI/AAAAAAAAABk/2_nKcMaR6Yw/s320/DSC00102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SaoF2lkdUFI/AAAAAAAAABc/rgQmQe2PPkU/s1600-h/DSC00106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308061546165653586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SaoF2lkdUFI/AAAAAAAAABc/rgQmQe2PPkU/s320/DSC00106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SaoCJ9q9eBI/AAAAAAAAABU/1TRremDksP0/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308057481006381074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SaoCJ9q9eBI/AAAAAAAAABU/1TRremDksP0/s320/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SaoCJhMlRVI/AAAAAAAAABM/JgFeBDWMVbw/s1600-h/DSC00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308057473362773330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SaoCJhMlRVI/AAAAAAAAABM/JgFeBDWMVbw/s320/DSC00101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Seremban n Nilai..Had tonnes of fun and laughter with my long lost friend...Had dinner at The Manhattan Fish Market and watch Valkyrie..Wasnt really into the movie, but the food was definitely superb. And the significant contributor to my tension-releasing outing was..Mira.. Thanks Mie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-5377718110413355858?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/5377718110413355858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-28022009-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/5377718110413355858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/5377718110413355858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-28022009-saturday.html' title='My 28022009 Saturday....'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SaoF29xnDCI/AAAAAAAAABk/2_nKcMaR6Yw/s72-c/DSC00102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-28389529126598536</id><published>2009-02-28T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T12:36:12.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax on Saturday..</title><content type='html'>Alligators in the Pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A CEO throwing a party takes his executives on a tour of his opulent mansion. In the back of the property, the CEO has the largest swimming pool any of them has ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;The huge pool, however, is filled with hungry alligators.&lt;br /&gt;The CEO says to his executives "I think an executive should be measured by courage. Courage is what made me CEO. So this is my challenge to each of you: if anyone has enough courage to dive into the pool, swim through those alligators, and make it to the other side, I will give that person anything they desire. My job, my money, my house, anything!"&lt;br /&gt;Everyone laughs at the outrageous offer and proceeds to follow the CEO on the tour of the estate. Suddenly, they hear a loud splash. Everyone turns around and sees the CFO (Chief Financial Officer) in the pool, swimming for his life. He dodges the alligators left and right and makes it to the edge of the pool with seconds to spare. He pulls himself out just as a huge alligator snaps at his shoes.&lt;br /&gt;The flabbergasted CEO approaches the CFO and says, "You are amazing. I've never seen anything like it in my life. You are brave beyond measure and anything I own is yours. Tell me what I can do for you.&lt;br /&gt;The CFO, panting for breath, looks up and says, "You can tell me who the hell pushed me in the pool!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-28389529126598536?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/28389529126598536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/02/relax-on-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/28389529126598536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/28389529126598536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/02/relax-on-saturday.html' title='Relax on Saturday..'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-5536299956995447225</id><published>2009-02-27T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:48:38.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My best friend's wedding..the happy ending..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SagLItKxWiI/AAAAAAAAABE/sS0b2GOOiGI/s1600-h/butterfly%2520pink%2520hawaiian%2520beach%2520wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307504405047761442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SagLItKxWiI/AAAAAAAAABE/sS0b2GOOiGI/s400/butterfly%2520pink%2520hawaiian%2520beach%2520wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wedding...wedding....n more weddings.. My best friends are getting married. This year i will lost them to their beloved ones. The hanging out and crazy things with me won't be their top priority anymore..The topic of our talk maybe more to 'housestairs' (rumahtangga...haha). and soon there would be the little ones..haha..Hey don't get me wrong, i'm happy for them..but have to admit that losing best friends to their 'soulmate' is kinda bittersweet..and it happen to be all in the same year..2009..sigh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wedding dress..cards..decorations..all the attention...cakes..flowers.. music..honeymoons... It's the dream of every couples on earth...It is just a matter of time..And i'm happy for my beloved bestfriends. Their time has come..They have found their Mr. Rights and happy endings.. May God bless their marriage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls..Don't ever forget me and our memories..Coz there would be time when would i show up on ur front door and 'interefere' with your life.Just to make sure i am not forgotten...haha ..Love you girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-5536299956995447225?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/5536299956995447225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-best-friends-weddingthe-happy-ending.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/5536299956995447225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/5536299956995447225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-best-friends-weddingthe-happy-ending.html' title='My best friend&apos;s wedding..the happy ending..'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SagLItKxWiI/AAAAAAAAABE/sS0b2GOOiGI/s72-c/butterfly%2520pink%2520hawaiian%2520beach%2520wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-9153438412621714028</id><published>2009-02-26T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:33:44.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jogging!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SaaYZZ5sf_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1e0I3J2Iwbw/s1600-h/jogging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307096773119737842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SaaYZZ5sf_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1e0I3J2Iwbw/s400/jogging.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, for the first time ever, i know how Tasik Kejuruteraan UKM look like. I have a very high-spirited roomate together with a few friends that went jogging there almost everyday. And finally after a few persuasions, i joined them.. Haha..it was fun but not as fun as aerobics.. We plan for an aerobic dance session in the near future..hehe..Looking forward for that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-9153438412621714028?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/9153438412621714028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/02/jogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/9153438412621714028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/9153438412621714028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/02/jogging.html' title='Jogging!'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/SaaYZZ5sf_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1e0I3J2Iwbw/s72-c/jogging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081614555932163860.post-3636731313646780364</id><published>2009-02-24T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:58:13.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate it..</title><content type='html'>Hate this part..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're driving slow through the snow on 5th Avenue&lt;br /&gt;And right now radio's all that we can hear&lt;br /&gt;That we ain't talk since we left, it's so over due&lt;br /&gt;It's cold outside but between us&lt;br /&gt;The world slows down&lt;br /&gt;But my heart beats fast right now&lt;br /&gt;I know this is the part&lt;br /&gt;Where the end startsI can't take it any longer&lt;br /&gt;Thought that we were stronger&lt;br /&gt;All we do is linger&lt;br /&gt;Slipping through our fingers&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna try now&lt;br /&gt;All that's lefts good-bye&lt;br /&gt;To find a way that I can tell you&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part right hereI hate this part right here&lt;br /&gt;I just can't take your tears&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part right here&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, seven takes of the same old scene&lt;br /&gt;Seems we're bound by the laws of the same routine&lt;br /&gt;Gotta talk to you now before we go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;But will you sleep once I tell you&lt;br /&gt;The world slows down&lt;br /&gt;But my heart beats fast right now&lt;br /&gt;I know this is the part&lt;br /&gt;Where the end starts&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it any longer&lt;br /&gt;Thought that we were stronger&lt;br /&gt;All we do is linger&lt;br /&gt;Slipping through our fingers&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna try nowAll that's lefts good-bye&lt;br /&gt;To find a way that I can tell youI hate this part right hereI&lt;br /&gt; hate this part right hereI just can't take your tears&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part right here&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll ask me to hold on&lt;br /&gt;And carry on like northing's wrong&lt;br /&gt;But there is no more time for lies'Cause i see sunset in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it any longer&lt;br /&gt;Thought that we were stronger&lt;br /&gt;All we do is lingerSlipping through our fingers&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna try now&lt;br /&gt;All that's lefts good-byeTo find a way that I can tell you&lt;br /&gt;That I gotta do it,I gotta do it,I gotta do itI hate this partI gotta do it,&lt;br /&gt;I gotta do it,I gotta do it&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part right here&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't take these tears&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part right here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4081614555932163860-3636731313646780364?l=jjovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/feeds/3636731313646780364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/02/hate-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/3636731313646780364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4081614555932163860/posts/default/3636731313646780364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjovie.blogspot.com/2009/02/hate-it.html' title='Hate it..'/><author><name>Sumandak Tamparuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07461130681074429201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U8Vs427FMmw/Sa5ATGejJCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZX2E0YtqGk0/S220/DSC00089.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
