<?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-6115324</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:24:12.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeking Solace</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>488</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-7120745804571389245</id><published>2009-04-20T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:22:16.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired!</title><summary type='text'>I believe by now no one has not heard of Susan Boyle. (If you haven't, please take a break from work or studies. And if you are up to it, check the link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY&amp;feature=related out) I am not going to blog about the girl at 1:23 or the middle aged lady at 1:35 who scorned and smirked at Susan's dream because I knew they must be hitting their toes with a hammer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/7120745804571389245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=7120745804571389245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/7120745804571389245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/7120745804571389245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2009/04/inspired.html' title='Inspired!'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-4841599439181619695</id><published>2009-03-24T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:57:10.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was suddenly filled with a sense of indescribable pain. It wasn't a pain within me, but a pain that came into me. I went to Mt E. yesterday for my practicum and spent a day in the behavioural ward. I witnessed patients going through ECT, and I wondered what went through their mind. While Dr Tan mentioned that they were just knocked unconscious because of the anesthetic jab, I can't help feeling</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/4841599439181619695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=4841599439181619695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/4841599439181619695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/4841599439181619695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-suddenly-filled-with-sense-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-3866864776598327144</id><published>2009-03-07T11:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T12:09:15.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherish</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, even memories cannot capture the essence of life-at-that-moment.  I was doing up my blog at the same time reading some of the past entries, entries as early as 2003 when I realised that while focusing on the 50% change in me, the 50% that did not change was just as obvious. Change has always been the attention-seeker, but this time round, it is what remained of me that captures my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/3866864776598327144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=3866864776598327144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/3866864776598327144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/3866864776598327144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2009/03/cherish.html' title='Cherish'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-6868213069437847841</id><published>2008-12-16T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T10:41:23.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lights always bring a strange kind of comfort to me. It could be the very superficiality of its attractiveness that works its magic on me. It could also be the beautiful distraction it brings, acting as a mode of escapism. With lights, the world ironically, becomes more like a fantasy, a little less real, a little more comforting. My earliest recollection of my passion for lights stems from the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/6868213069437847841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=6868213069437847841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/6868213069437847841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/6868213069437847841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2008/12/lights-always-bring-strange-kind-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-212045379326986</id><published>2008-10-17T12:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T12:24:37.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doings of Weakling</title><summary type='text'>Doings of WeaklingLet's pretend and pretend we are not pretending,think, and think that we have not thought,feel and then feel that we have not felt,forget and then forget what we have forgotten.In the attempt to cope with earlier situations, we hypnotized ourselves into that passive position.This could be the best mechanism.Quoting Henry Ford, "Whether you think you can or think you can't, you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/212045379326986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=212045379326986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/212045379326986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/212045379326986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2008/10/doings-of-weakling.html' title='Doings of Weakling'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-6793825702151688866</id><published>2008-10-01T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T12:30:47.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The first content-based lecture left me thirsty for more knowledge from the Counselling class. Human Development talks of the importance the past of a person is in helping a person clear his current issue. While a person is all grown up and seemingly mature, certain thoughts and life perspectives may not be helpful I not developed n helping him to have a healthier mindset. This could be due to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/6793825702151688866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=6793825702151688866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/6793825702151688866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/6793825702151688866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-content-based-lecture-left-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-4535691558886800286</id><published>2008-09-20T12:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T12:24:19.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know how the game is played or if there is any, but when I promised something, I will try my best to deliver. To me, should there be an agreement or a common direction in which both parties should move, I would, on my part and by all means, get there. It is not just honoring my words, but more so to move on in life. I guess the most important part in ensuring that you deliver what you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/4535691558886800286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=4535691558886800286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/4535691558886800286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/4535691558886800286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-know-how-game-is-played-or-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-4560603080818756568</id><published>2008-05-07T13:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T13:30:20.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life is very fragile. Everyone knows it, but few of us think about it until something happens. It is as if our minds are programmed in such a way that any negative thoughts will result in a curse bestowed. Not that the theory is totally biased and totally uncalled for, considering what the Law of Attraction states: You get what you think about and your thoughts determine your experience. That is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/4560603080818756568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=4560603080818756568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/4560603080818756568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/4560603080818756568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-is-very-fragile.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-725941436159035246</id><published>2008-05-02T17:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T17:49:09.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And She Thought So...Her journey starts before dawn breaks,Full of excitement and anticipation she patiently waits.Waiting for a car to pick her up,No fear, no nothing, no doubts.She decided to walk after some time,Just in case she misses her prime.Then she realized there was a curse,And with that her bubble bursts.Road however long, however endless,She is still walking through the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/725941436159035246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=725941436159035246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/725941436159035246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/725941436159035246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-she-thought-so_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-7866112683788085278</id><published>2008-04-02T12:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T12:58:14.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have never believed in the 'right' way in doing things. This subjectivity has probably cost me a lot, but I have gained equally as much, if not more. I always find myself doing something that others will not do, choosing something that others will not choose because I saw something more that others fail to see.I like to do something different from every normal day so that each normal day will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/7866112683788085278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=7866112683788085278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/7866112683788085278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/7866112683788085278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-never-believed-in-right-way-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-2378164416632774529</id><published>2008-03-10T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T20:40:54.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been caught in a whirwind for the past few weeks. The confusion and loss of direction clears the mirage and made things clearer than ever. I learnt some, gained some and lost some. It is truly amazing and some how comforting to witness the work of butterfly effect.There are many stages to our lives that need to be tackled. I always believe that fate has it that we experience different </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/2378164416632774529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=2378164416632774529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/2378164416632774529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/2378164416632774529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-have-been-caught-in-whirwind-for-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-4355271628292892403</id><published>2008-02-11T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T13:23:19.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, I wonder why people are so anal about Valentine's Day. I personally think that it is a wonderful day, a day of love.If the problem lies in the day being too commercialised, then I don't think it should be a problem at all and I see no reason why anyone should come up with anti V-day and scold  poor Cupid.What is not commercialised these days? So we should skip Lunar New Year, Teachers'</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/4355271628292892403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=4355271628292892403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/4355271628292892403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/4355271628292892403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2008/02/sometimes-i-wonder-why-people-are-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-3460057051378632415</id><published>2008-01-21T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T18:25:12.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is always said that 'fate is in your hands', but I beg to differ. No one can seize fate by the throat. The closest anyone can get is feeling that fate is around and questioning its identity.I was sort of alone in the office on Saturday when the cleaning lady came in (Nano and I named her the Happy Aunty). I struck a conversation with her in my half past three Hokkien. (Speaking of which, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/3460057051378632415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=3460057051378632415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/3460057051378632415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/3460057051378632415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-is-always-said-that-fate-is-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-1899433711005333969</id><published>2008-01-19T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T13:10:03.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wonder if Pandora regretted opening the box.If she did not, the box would not have been named after her and it would not have been her box.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/1899433711005333969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=1899433711005333969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/1899433711005333969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/1899433711005333969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-wonder-if-pandora-regretted-opening.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-3998181167779698285</id><published>2007-12-30T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T00:34:58.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fear hinders us in the most invisible way. It is like the act of lighting a candle, seeing the flame strong and bright, then snuffing it out each time fear strikes. The anticipation and fear of what would happen next makes one snuff the flame out before it continues. My friend used to laugh at my very cowardy act of switching the television off at the climax of a show. Denial, avoidance. I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/3998181167779698285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=3998181167779698285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/3998181167779698285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/3998181167779698285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/12/fear-hinders-us-in-most-invisible-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-1698885958853880030</id><published>2007-12-26T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T14:34:42.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I always find it funny whenever I hear a person say "Are you tired of living?" when they are scolding someone. To me, 'living' was to eat drink and be merry. Was. I can totally relate to the phrase now. I am so tired of living. I am not unhappy with my job or life, just tired. It is a state of mind that transcends beyond physical fatigue.There are times whereby I sit down and try to figure out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/1698885958853880030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=1698885958853880030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/1698885958853880030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/1698885958853880030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-always-find-it-funny-whenever-i-hear.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-7630850559967558987</id><published>2007-12-02T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T16:06:30.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>With the lust for lust (or if calling it lust for life makes it sound more justifiable), lives of many others lost the lustre they so deserve. Gone with the lustre is the love, the warmth the peace and the trust.What is a promise if one adopts the perspective that a promise is never required from someone you trust and unnecessary from someone that doesn’t matter to you? Should that be the case, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/7630850559967558987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=7630850559967558987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/7630850559967558987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/7630850559967558987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/12/with-lust-for-lust-or-if-calling-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-230572807294464744</id><published>2007-11-24T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T09:33:26.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The liar knows the most truth.</title><summary type='text'>If there is a button on your body that you can press to end your life and everything, will you ever pressed it? Would you find the courage to press it or will you take extra caution and try to cover up the button to protect the button? Life in itself has countless questions manifested and these questions always require decisions to be made. The decisions then form arrows and point you to the path</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/230572807294464744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=230572807294464744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/230572807294464744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/230572807294464744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/11/liar-knows-most-truth.html' title='The liar knows the most truth.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-6316966386193837410</id><published>2007-11-12T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T23:44:35.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whenever I am down, I somehow feel so much stronger. What is there to lose when you are about to lose it all? It is only when you are at the top that you fear losing everything. I have to admit that this is a loser's belief. Still, who said anything about winners winning at the end of the day? Don't we all die at the end of the day? Gratifying thought. I often wonder why I am so idealistic. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/6316966386193837410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=6316966386193837410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/6316966386193837410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/6316966386193837410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/11/whenever-i-am-down-i-somehow-feel-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-1265628884792442032</id><published>2007-11-11T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T11:57:42.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Submarine</title><summary type='text'>SubmarineTouch the powerful weapon,Do you feel the biting coldness?Place your ears against the metal,What can you hear?Stories that were never told before,yet that real.Stories that explains its death,yet people see it with fear.And it lay there waiting to be discovered,shelterd by constraints, yet feeling protected.Trapped mercilessly, protected mercifully.No rainbow no rain, just the sea.Look </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/1265628884792442032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=1265628884792442032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/1265628884792442032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/1265628884792442032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/11/submarine.html' title='Submarine'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-993776932783980641</id><published>2007-10-07T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T01:52:18.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was just reading all the testimonials in Friendster and thinking of how much I have changed in these few years. I can't pin-point the change. It is not just the thinking or appearance or beliefs, yet the change is stark. Perhaps it is the combination of all- change in my perception towards the change in all three.  Sometimes, you have to just walk away. I recalled how I was entertaining </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/993776932783980641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=993776932783980641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/993776932783980641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/993776932783980641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-was-just-reading-all-testimonials-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-1635740345941860308</id><published>2007-09-20T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T23:16:52.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The world of human being is so fragile. Being constantly trapped in the emotional tangle, it would have been something new if we knew what we are doing and thinking all the time. Sometimes, things just happen without reason, or so they seem to happen without reason. It would have been totally unacceptable to say that things within ones' control. The greatest benefit of doubt one could spare is to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/1635740345941860308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=1635740345941860308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/1635740345941860308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/1635740345941860308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/09/world-of-human-being-is-so-fragile.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-4838310450033230807</id><published>2007-09-10T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T00:59:00.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It wasn't so much of an issue of making things transparent. It is more of the loss of trust and confidentiality. Perhaps, I should resume to using ziplock bags. Plastic bags are just too insecure.Everything seems like it is heading nowhere now. I don;t want to invite comments or advices or even hear opinions. I just want to go deep underwater where I can only hear my breathing and nothing else.It</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/4838310450033230807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=4838310450033230807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/4838310450033230807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/4838310450033230807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-wasnt-so-much-of-issue-of-making.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-3712395322182191818</id><published>2007-08-18T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T11:17:21.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why is 'good' always the immediate response when someone asks how my day was, even when I don't feel good? The only difference lies in the variations of my tone. Perhaps that is about all I am willing to share with people or perhaps that is the only answer they want to hear. "Good? Nice to hear that. Bye bye."There are times when someone asks a question or makes a comment and I just remain silent</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/3712395322182191818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=3712395322182191818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/3712395322182191818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/3712395322182191818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-is-good-always-immediate-response.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-8622516225276667908</id><published>2007-08-11T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:50:08.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The past few days went by like a breeze. Not so much on the easy bit, rather the speed. I wouldn't say it is refreshing. It is more like a short, rude awakening that the happy time is over. There were so many departures and fr a moment, I felt like I was back to Day 1 in my company. This made me think a little on how I would cope when I get to the company next on the list God charted for me. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/8622516225276667908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=8622516225276667908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/8622516225276667908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/8622516225276667908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/08/past-few-days-went-by-like-breeze.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/Rr2f0uEh2fI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VhZE2Wnmp-s/s72-c/DSC03288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-6016296445169392381</id><published>2007-07-26T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T12:48:10.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It had been a long time since I last blogged. There are so many things to blog about, yet I have no idea where to start, how to start and probably when to start. To summarise, it is all about friends made, friends visited, friends left, friends returned, still friends. Somehow, there were so many welcomes and farewells that I lost track of time and my own track of thoughts. I have reached another</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/6016296445169392381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=6016296445169392381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/6016296445169392381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/6016296445169392381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-had-been-long-time-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-7814880511568498770</id><published>2007-07-10T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T12:46:33.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just came back from a holiday and my mind is whirling with the excitment of all the events from the trip. It was my virgin trip alone and that experience alone made a mark in my life. I think Singapore is too small and routined for my liking. I love Singapore, cross my heart and hope to die. I guess I am more independant when there is no one for me to depend on. I got to meet Flora and her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/7814880511568498770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=7814880511568498770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/7814880511568498770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/7814880511568498770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-just-came-back-from-holiday-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-6789009523053972952</id><published>2007-06-24T08:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:50:09.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a crazy week! My friends were asking me how I find the energy to go out everyday after work and I began to wonder how too. It was just good, meeting up and catching up with people you know you will enjoy the company of, people who will not judge you or bring you down. That said, JB was heaps fun. It was better than what I have expected. Pedicure has tamed the shopping queen into a bim and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/6789009523053972952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=6789009523053972952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/6789009523053972952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/6789009523053972952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-had-crazy-week-my-friends-were-asking.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/Rn2-fjenz-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/OqzV02AjXEg/s72-c/DSC02917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-2702550769750493384</id><published>2007-06-17T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T09:32:56.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Right' Vs Right</title><summary type='text'>This few days of meeting up with friends made me realised how much I have changed. I wouldn't say if the change is positive or negative because what can be positive to one may be negative to another.Everything is subjected to relativity these days. Time has changed and the mulitple perspectives result in the bluring of lines between the two extremes. In the end, no one has any right to tell </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/2702550769750493384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=2702550769750493384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/2702550769750493384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/2702550769750493384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/06/right-vs-right.html' title='&apos;Right&apos; Vs Right'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-1536521543211390769</id><published>2007-06-13T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T09:36:06.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I always feel that things should follow the law of nature and that many things depend on fate. It sounds like a completely unambitious statement made for someone my age and the image portrayed is somehow one that is lethargic and bleak. The law of Nature has validity everywhere and I find that any attempt to go opposite the flow somehow upsets the rhythm and beat of the whle picture. This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/1536521543211390769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=1536521543211390769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/1536521543211390769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/1536521543211390769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-always-feel-that-things-should-follow.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-6197211735515681846</id><published>2007-05-31T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:50:09.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank God Balaclava was crowded to the max because I can't think of any other places that suit me more than the lounge in the hotel (Not saying the name because it will be my 2nd heaven after Shang and I want to be selfish.) As a matter of fact, I actually like it more than Shang. Who needs good-looking pianist or drummers or even grass-hopper guitarists?For the whole night there, I just slipped </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/6197211735515681846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=6197211735515681846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/6197211735515681846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/6197211735515681846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/05/thank-god-balaclava-was-crowded-to-max.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/Rl5H9xam5QI/AAAAAAAAAEU/FGnRjEFdvqw/s72-c/DSC02818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-1733011356483071429</id><published>2007-05-25T07:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T07:41:14.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It had been a long time since I last got a decent wink. If I just turned and look back at what had happened during these past few months, I would not be able to believe my eyes. I wouldn't call it a change in my life because I am still pretty much the same person.Graduating from school itself is a pivot, a turning point in my life. I always think that I am strong, even as I sit in my company at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/1733011356483071429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=1733011356483071429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/1733011356483071429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/1733011356483071429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-had-been-long-time-since-i-last-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-2737965317758708786</id><published>2007-05-20T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T08:27:49.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't remember why and what I dreamt of, but when I woke up at 3am yesterday, my tears just couldn't stop. I honestly have no idea why. There was no fear, no worries, just an immensely sad feeling that I could not attribute any reason to. I have listed all the posible triggers, but none makes sense. On top of the perpetual cough and its new friend Mr Flu, I feel really breathless.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/2737965317758708786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=2737965317758708786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/2737965317758708786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/2737965317758708786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-cant-remember-why-and-what-i-dreamt.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-4335306200158250858</id><published>2007-05-19T07:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T08:07:08.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The only way to know nothing is to stop asking questions.</title><summary type='text'>It was intended to be a form of humiliation but all the time, while people were staring down at me fixing the shredder, I was thinking of more important issues like "Are the cod fish strips they sell in the marts cut by using shredder machines?" and "How nice my lantern will look if I have discovered the use of shredder when I was in Kindergarden!".Sometimes, despite knowing many things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/4335306200158250858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=4335306200158250858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/4335306200158250858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/4335306200158250858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/05/only-way-to-know-nothing-is-to-stop.html' title='The only way to know nothing is to stop asking questions.'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-4012561353891658026</id><published>2007-05-13T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:50:10.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My thoughts are moving a little too fast for my actions. Sometimes I seem really zonked out staring at the computer screen thinking of my next move while thoughts swim around my iris. I couldn't type so fast, so I wrote in my journal. It is so therapeutic.That aside, my bed has arrived and much as I want to update, I need to go for the Mother's Day celebration. A war has been staged at home and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/4012561353891658026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=4012561353891658026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/4012561353891658026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/4012561353891658026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-thoughts-are-moving-little-too-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/RkacuENEYQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/o-cbXZ2hc9c/s72-c/DSC02738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-3671925826663411831</id><published>2007-04-30T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T23:45:17.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am thoroughly disappointed.To think I was concerned and was making plans when I found out from others that I was the culprit to another's misery.Following what Yiren says, !$#@!$%......even Jesus is not received by all, why should you care what others think of you?Sometimes, Yiren says the smartest thing. Suddenly, I miss him. It is so simple to hang out with guys. (This statement itself will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/3671925826663411831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=3671925826663411831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/3671925826663411831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/3671925826663411831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-thoroughly-disappointed.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-7359408827480722422</id><published>2007-04-29T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:50:11.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Last Saturday was great. I promised to blog about this but I decided to do the picture-talk cos I can't blog twice a day. I will kill my brain cells.Bimbo Lesson 1: Never use your brain more than you should be using. Set a quota. 10 yrs later... (Did we even try to envision 10 yrs later 10 yrs ago?) 8 years back, we were comparing our chinese grades...8 years ago.. we were the powerpuff 3...(oh,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/7359408827480722422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=7359408827480722422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/7359408827480722422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/7359408827480722422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/04/last-saturday-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/RjSyVkNEYPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7jzgCsHpXAU/s72-c/DSC02656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-5993070468191802001</id><published>2007-04-29T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T22:34:20.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How many times in our lives are we only sensitive to our feelings? Perhaps I am too good at reading people and sometimes feelings and attitudes of others just seemed too obvious for me to ignore. It not just irks me, but bothers me a lot. Unlike many others, I will always find myself trying to ease the discomfort of others and to me, it is a give and give situation. I am not complaining because I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/5993070468191802001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=5993070468191802001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/5993070468191802001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/5993070468191802001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-many-times-in-our-lives-are-we-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-200651630992337838</id><published>2007-04-28T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T17:17:12.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was chilling out with the girls at Via Mar at the Esplanade when the topic of bimbo was brought up. (Actually, the topic of Bimbo has been there all along.) I was wrong about Bimbos. Bimbos are smart. They pout, say silly things (with no links), act blur and make things seem as if their only concern in life is fluffy pen holders and furry balls of I-don't-know-what while the defensive mechanism</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/200651630992337838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=200651630992337838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/200651630992337838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/200651630992337838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-was-chilling-out-with-girls-at-via.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-7310167654391557134</id><published>2007-04-23T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T12:23:32.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Prepared for Jacqueline     born April 7, 1984        DAY-SIGN: 10-Eagle (Maya: 10-Men)     YEAR: South-11 (Tikal System)     13-DAY PERIOD: 1-Death (Maya: 1-Cimi)  NIGHT LORD: 9     VENUS PHASE: Morning Star        Introduction - The Astrology of TimeThe ancient Maya and Aztec astrologers studied the mysterious influence of the rhythms of the sky on earthly life. Everyone knows the Sun rises and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/7310167654391557134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=7310167654391557134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/7310167654391557134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/7310167654391557134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/04/prepared-for-jacqueline-born-april-7.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-3133691053506239433</id><published>2007-04-16T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:50:14.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday 2007</title><summary type='text'>It is only recently that I feel a little bit of Aries back in me. I don't know if I like the feeling but I think it doesn't matter anymore. I am getting non-chalent again. The past few weeks have been a little crazy and that in a way took its toil on my old bones and flesh. I wanted to blog about different birthday celebrations different group of friends out up for me but am a tad too lazy to do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/3133691053506239433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=3133691053506239433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/3133691053506239433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/3133691053506239433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-is-only-recently-that-i-feel-little.html' title='Birthday 2007'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/RiNOht4BYlI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3oNy6Ypb6SQ/s72-c/SIM6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-7849775214327739256</id><published>2007-04-08T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T00:22:16.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have so much to blog about yet I have no idea where to start from. My mind just can't seem to stop thinking for a moment and therefore, I could not find the chance to recollect and piece together everything that has happened for the past week.Time check: 12am 04/07/8423 years ago, I was given a life of my own. It was more like a responsibilty to myself all these years of living. I guess I never</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/7849775214327739256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=7849775214327739256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/7849775214327739256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/7849775214327739256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-have-so-much-to-blog-about-yet-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-3670641211535886042</id><published>2007-04-01T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T21:55:18.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have this uncontrollale urge to just type whatever on my mind but everything seems too distorted. I don't know what I want to say, what I think or what I feel and I don't like this feeling of uncertainty.I need time to align everything and piece the fragmented thoughts into its original picture. Then again, the outcome of what I fixed may not be the original picture I first started out with. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/3670641211535886042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=3670641211535886042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/3670641211535886042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/3670641211535886042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-have-this-uncontrollale-urge-to-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-3228622698899237600</id><published>2007-04-01T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T21:47:04.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It could be that age is catching up. I can no longer withstand the thrill of my heart doing bungee jumping.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/3228622698899237600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=3228622698899237600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/3228622698899237600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/3228622698899237600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-could-be-that-age-is-catching-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-7470260049265057949</id><published>2007-03-23T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T00:26:12.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I first graduated, I told myself that politics may not exist and people could well be over paranoid. I told myself to have an open-mind while being careful at the things people say or did. Note, being careful, not apprehensive. It is more like when you get into a certain area with a pre-determined conclusion, you will just see things in a very narrow way. For instance, if you judge a person </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/7470260049265057949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=7470260049265057949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/7470260049265057949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/7470260049265057949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-i-first-graduated-i-told-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-3701395466608672467</id><published>2007-03-20T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T23:12:31.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am deadbeat but yet enjoying every minute of my life. Going out after work sort of rejuvenates your soul. It makes life a lot richer and gives you chance to make sense of your work while figuring out people's emotions and behaviours.I met up with Jiaen today and it sort of brought me back to when I was 8 years old and giggling in class with her. Life was so simple them. We just laughed at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/3701395466608672467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=3701395466608672467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/3701395466608672467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/3701395466608672467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-deadbeat-but-yet-enjoying-every.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-2470387716510997609</id><published>2007-03-20T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T22:44:23.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remember predator and prey?Welcome to the club.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/2470387716510997609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=2470387716510997609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/2470387716510997609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/2470387716510997609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/03/remember-predator-and-prey-welcome-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-3496537173913244843</id><published>2007-03-15T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T23:41:52.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a long long talk with a friend today and realised that we have so much in common. Life is unpredictable. Some friends move on and some friends move in. Some just pop by. Right now, life is so full in every aspect, yet so hollow if you look a little deeper.I always feel that all the hollow parts in life needs to be filled up for it to be complete. Now, don't think of it in a crude way, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/3496537173913244843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=3496537173913244843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/3496537173913244843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/3496537173913244843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-had-long-long-talk-with-friend-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-7340118232577004881</id><published>2007-03-03T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T00:11:06.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are A Rowan TreeYou are full of charm and cheer. You light up a room.And while you crave attention, you do it without ego.You are an interesting mix of contradictions - and very unpredictable.You are both dependent and independent, calm and restless.You are passionate, emotional, gregarious, and (at times) unforgiving.What's" Your Celtic Horoscope?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/7340118232577004881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=7340118232577004881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/7340118232577004881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/7340118232577004881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-are-rowan-tree-you-are-full-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-2374942151391632180</id><published>2007-03-02T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:50:14.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy 10th year Aniversary!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/2374942151391632180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=2374942151391632180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/2374942151391632180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/2374942151391632180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-10th-year-aniversary.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/Reg9yT8ykhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZAjhgebo-KU/s72-c/P1060470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-2551479944750913041</id><published>2007-02-25T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T22:48:17.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think no one understands what I am facing now. At least, no one bothers. Suits me. I have long acknowledged that we live in a world whereby no longer truly cares. Everyone just loves to talk about themselves and when they pretend to care, they go like, "So, tell me, don't complain that no one listens to you. I am listening. Shoot". If anyone ever speaks to me like that, I rather die a mute. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/2551479944750913041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=2551479944750913041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/2551479944750913041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/2551479944750913041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-think-no-one-understands-what-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-117176906364437469</id><published>2007-02-18T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T11:24:23.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I breathed in the colours and the unadulterated scent of the flowers into my system, and felt a surge of beta-endorphin rushing into my main system. It is the year of Babi and I have never welcomed Chinese New Year THAT much. The thought of spending time with people (even the less desired ones) seemed so much more appealing than sitting at my workdesk and staring at the computer screen while </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/117176906364437469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=117176906364437469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/117176906364437469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/117176906364437469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-breathed-in-colours-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-117145026633539928</id><published>2007-02-14T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T18:51:06.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In all good spirit of Valentine's Day, I love you people!I love Valetine's Day and I have never felt like I want to die and or bury my head under the ground because I have no Valentine. I feel happy when I see couples get together to celebrate the day. I can't agree more that it is getting commercialised but it would be silly for businessmen to ignore the business opportunites and even sillier </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/117145026633539928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=117145026633539928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/117145026633539928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/117145026633539928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-all-good-spirit-of-valentines-day-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-117047538557090107</id><published>2007-02-03T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T12:03:05.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Much To A LifeShe went back the furthest memory allowed her,and realised in surprise that she was born a happy girl.Travelling through the ages, the change was surreal,yet she saw no pivot that led to such great fear.Could it be the constant shadow that she walks in,thus the desperate bid to get quiet attention,or that she was in a light too bright,thus the quiet retreat for her to play out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/117047538557090107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=117047538557090107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/117047538557090107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/117047538557090107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-much-to-life-she-went-back-furthest.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-116934278619195086</id><published>2007-01-21T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T09:26:26.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have so many things to say but so little time, so be ready for a series of abrupt and awkward flow of topics.Ken got harrassed by gays! I am not sure how it goes in the world of gays but I believe if you want to know if a person is straight, the best way is to ASK. Don't leave things to ambiguity and give yourself false hopes by sending personal nude photos to test people's reaction.Anyway,I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/116934278619195086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=116934278619195086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116934278619195086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116934278619195086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-have-so-many-things-to-say-but-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-116813415277133955</id><published>2007-01-07T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T09:42:32.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want to study.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/116813415277133955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=116813415277133955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116813415277133955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116813415277133955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-want-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-116755307362937498</id><published>2006-12-31T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T16:17:53.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>These few days have been mad. I know that I am going to lose my freedom (or to gain more freedom), so I shopped like mad and ended up with a badly strained back. But it was nice to meet up with people and do things that I have been procrastinating (despite finding more things that I have been procrastinating). Christmas left the poor poorer and the rich richer. But still, I am happy.We went to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/116755307362937498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=116755307362937498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116755307362937498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116755307362937498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/12/these-few-days-have-been-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-116755362182316012</id><published>2006-12-29T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T16:27:01.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday Cecilia!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/116755362182316012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=116755362182316012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116755362182316012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116755362182316012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-birthday-cecilia.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-116702176103599020</id><published>2006-12-25T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T12:42:41.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Merry Merry Christmas 2006!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/116702176103599020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=116702176103599020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116702176103599020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116702176103599020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-merry-christmas-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-116697161773366759</id><published>2006-12-24T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T22:46:57.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It seems like it was yesterday when everything seemed bleak and the journey seemed hazardous. I guess it takes years to figure out something. The years of very tangible pain, the haze that clouded my vision and mind, the  years of endless questions that added on to the confusion and the feeling of neither here nor there all seem to have detached themselves from me. I have never felt more at peace</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/116697161773366759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=116697161773366759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116697161773366759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116697161773366759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/12/it-seems-like-it-was-yesterday-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-116632303019106370</id><published>2006-12-17T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T10:39:06.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Just for Flo to use as MSN pic. lol Real one hor. Cute! Satish feeding the gigantic 70+ years old turtles "Mum: Children, gather. Go and dive for sea cucumbers. I want to sell them ." It is a dog eat dog world out there Pollination in progress Rich-coloured flower </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/116632303019106370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=116632303019106370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116632303019106370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116632303019106370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-for-flo-to-use-as-msn-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-116608503894203308</id><published>2006-12-14T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T16:41:35.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Had I not seen the Sun</title><summary type='text'> Had I not seen the SunEmily DickinsonHad I not seen the SunI could have borne the shadeBut Light a newer WildernessMy Wilderness has made— </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/116608503894203308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=116608503894203308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116608503894203308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116608503894203308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/12/had-i-not-seen-sun.html' title='Had I not seen the Sun'/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-116590541970352575</id><published>2006-12-12T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T15:04:09.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Air Mauritius, the plane with perfect landing and taking off... At Le Meridien The 7 coloured Earth WaterfallOur Rooms Fireworks on Groundbreaking Day  Aftermath of sunset Romantic eh? First Dinner at SandsMy first photo when I reached Sands My Morning VisitsMy Room My First Glass in MauritiusKen at Flic en FlacSpeedyBeautiful LeavesThese photos are just taken by handphone. I have hundreds more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/116590541970352575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=116590541970352575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116590541970352575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116590541970352575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/12/air-mauritius-plane-with-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-116590373679117190</id><published>2006-12-12T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T14:20:44.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Neither was it a simple holiday nor was it a holiday to relax. The trip to Mauritius will never ever be the same as anyone's trip to Mauritius because I was there for a different reasons. I saw how high life could get and how low life could go. I saw how the world operates, how a day could be someone's night. The core essence of the country's culture from their language, behaviour, their way of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/116590373679117190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=116590373679117190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116590373679117190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116590373679117190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/12/neither-was-it-simple-holiday-nor-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-116519123108949126</id><published>2006-12-04T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T08:23:49.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/116519123108949126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=116519123108949126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116519123108949126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116519123108949126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/12/ninja.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-116512292786565743</id><published>2006-12-03T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T13:15:27.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Actually, it is good to not jump into a job. It allows me to think sort out my extremely random thoughts. Everyone around me is so flustered and I have never felt more at peace. Its good to be in control and I like this feeling.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/116512292786565743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=116512292786565743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116512292786565743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116512292786565743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/12/actually-it-is-good-to-not-jump-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-116512300585919542</id><published>2006-12-02T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T13:16:45.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I still remember.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/116512300585919542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=116512300585919542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116512300585919542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116512300585919542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-still-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-116485911473190633</id><published>2006-11-30T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T12:01:22.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>These few days have been a little mad. The more I control myself in not spending money, the more I spend. And everytime I spend money it seems so 'worthed it'. But it was really worthed it, having to spend my time with friends that I have not been seeing for quite some time. I guess one of the greatest thing in life is to just chat with friends on anything that comes to your mind. It is almost </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/116485911473190633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=116485911473190633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116485911473190633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116485911473190633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/11/these-few-days-have-been-little-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-116454369983859088</id><published>2006-11-26T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T20:23:13.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was reading through my journals (which inevitably made the clearing up of the landslide in my room a fruitless activity) when recognised the dark periods where I wished in every entry for a natural death. Its a little scary and very selfish, but the thought is tempting. I was a coward and I still am. NATURAL death so that I will not be punished? PUI, as if having the thought alone makes me less</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/116454369983859088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=116454369983859088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116454369983859088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116454369983859088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-was-reading-through-my-journals.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-116454211597150347</id><published>2006-11-26T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T19:55:15.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so sinful. Its not even not finding jobs, its not even cutting down on exercising, its not even not being able to go Thailand with the girls. I am just sinful.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/116454211597150347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=116454211597150347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116454211597150347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116454211597150347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-so-sinful.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-116394834517163345</id><published>2006-11-19T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T22:59:05.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How can there be someone that thick? For those in the Marketing line, beware of how you convince your target group. Look at this advertisment on the package of the papaya soap that the maids strongly advocate.Some whitening huh?Never insult the intelligence of your consumers. Nowadays, we know what is photoshop. Even models cannot pose in the exact same position. Whitening! OMG *roll eyeballs 3 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/116394834517163345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=116394834517163345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116394834517163345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116394834517163345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-can-there-be-someone-that-thick.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-116394690146451162</id><published>2006-11-19T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T22:35:02.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had so many things to blog about, but couldn't find the time. Now that I have got time, I don't know what to blog about. This week has been a little mad with work and all. I took a little time off to do volunteer work with dearest Yilin, shop with Florence and spent time with Xinni.Cousin (Female) power! Please don't tell others if you know we took this inside a neoprint machine. Oops.And then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/116394690146451162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=116394690146451162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116394690146451162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116394690146451162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-had-so-many-things-to-blog-about-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-116303227797451892</id><published>2006-11-09T07:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T08:38:35.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vivo City is not as attractive as I have expected. It carries very simple decorations and the focus seems to be more on the stores rather than the layout. Somehow, it feels like I was in the Central Festival shopping centre in Phuket. I like the spacious layout though. Its funny how we use those interntional brands to attract foreigners when they can find it in their countries as well. Where is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/116303227797451892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=116303227797451892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116303227797451892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116303227797451892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/11/vivo-city-is-not-as-attractive-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-116302921610460326</id><published>2006-11-09T07:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T07:40:16.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mummmy.... its OVER!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/116302921610460326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=116302921610460326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116302921610460326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116302921610460326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/11/mummmy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-116184444151425965</id><published>2006-10-26T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:34:01.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I first heard about this, I was fed up because that would mean that the theories that are (or would be) memorised will go down the drain.Then, when I realised that I have no more time, I actually embraced this sort of questions with open arms. This will enable me to smoke through. Its creative in a way. This is something Ministry of Education should seriously consider. One more. Like what we</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/116184444151425965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=116184444151425965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116184444151425965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116184444151425965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-i-first-heard-about-this-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-116174240009212225</id><published>2006-10-25T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T10:13:20.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am in serious shit.  Study breaks are the best time to rest and grow fat.Well, I need something to perk myself up eh? It's exam period for God's sake and I deserve the sleep. I deserve the food. I deserve the rest. I deserve the company.  Exam LEH!The only problem is that I have been doing those all day and night.The studying?I  really don't deserve them. Ipromise that the next time I deserve </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/116174240009212225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=116174240009212225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116174240009212225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116174240009212225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-in-serious-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-116152703844783601</id><published>2006-10-22T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T22:23:58.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have life. I went to meet up with my SJAB buddies.. I still miss them. Sobs. St John unite come show your might come show them how our people fight. LOL The cheer still gives me goosebumps. Check out yUnz Blog for updates. http://yun66.blogspot.com/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/116152703844783601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=116152703844783601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116152703844783601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116152703844783601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-have-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-116152659110747911</id><published>2006-10-22T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T22:16:31.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cheap and Good ProtractorThat day Ken got this protractor made in China. It is cheap and the quality is impressive. Then he flipped to the back and we laughed for hours. HUH?And so, we laughed like mad dogs.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/116152659110747911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=116152659110747911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116152659110747911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116152659110747911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/10/cheap-and-good-protractor-that-day-ken.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-116136062800584667</id><published>2006-10-21T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:10:28.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wasn't lying. No one was. Look what is this? I will cherish it a lot. I swear to start saving now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/116136062800584667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=116136062800584667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116136062800584667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116136062800584667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-wasnt-lying.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-116092662221609190</id><published>2006-10-15T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T23:37:02.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WorthlessWhy do you care how much you are worthed,when no one bothers about your death or birth.You are just a substitute,to replace a genuine product others painstakingly build.Grumble rumbling thunder,Selfish, rude, insolent girl.Accuse more accuses,Suck them all in first.Then you will be cursed darker,numbed from being sober.Yes, continue to blend in,to do not is a sin.Feed on the selfishness </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/116092662221609190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=116092662221609190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116092662221609190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116092662221609190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/10/worthless-why-do-you-care-how-much-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-116061806309625575</id><published>2006-10-12T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T09:54:23.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, there are so many things that I want to say to a person or so many issues I want to iron it out but  failed to do so because I am afraid that it could be because I was too uptight at that particular moment. I procrastisnated, allowed myself to calm down and think before I reacted because I am known to everyone as being hot-headed and unreasonable and true enough, after a while, I don't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/116061806309625575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=116061806309625575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116061806309625575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116061806309625575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/10/sometimes-there-are-so-many-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-116001468392046465</id><published>2006-10-05T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T10:18:03.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My head is spinning from hunger and lack of my daily dose of tea. I need breakfast. My stomach growls like the engine of airplanes at the smell of that sesame oil dish that pregnant women eat.......What am I still online?  I don't know what to do after the toil after rushing assignments. The routine of turning on my computer and typing feverently has been internally processed. I know, shopping is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/116001468392046465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=116001468392046465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116001468392046465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116001468392046465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-head-is-spinning-from-hunger-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-116001391214025086</id><published>2006-10-05T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T10:05:12.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is almost impossible to be discerning when it comes to gauging where people are coming from. Still, you get a rough idea on what to expect and when such expectations are confirmed, somehow you feel a little disappointed.  Isn't it always the case?  Disappointment exist because prior to that, you have a certain level of expectation. Negative form of expectation is just like the skepticism we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/116001391214025086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=116001391214025086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116001391214025086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/116001391214025086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-is-almost-impossible-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-115897790745952912</id><published>2006-09-23T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T14:59:18.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It came a bit late, but it is always better late than never. So, Happy 11th Birthday, Taison! The buffet was good and the little host was so shy. Happy 11th Birthday Taison!___________________________________________________________________ I realised that shopping is not what that makes a person poor. Eating is. Finally got to meet up with Foodie Flo after some time and as the name foodie </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/115897790745952912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=115897790745952912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/115897790745952912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/115897790745952912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-came-bit-late-but-it-is-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-115867306403294027</id><published>2006-09-19T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T21:37:44.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Even Jesus is not loved by everyone, why should you care?"."Even Jesus is not loved by everyone, why should you care?"."Even Jesus is not loved by everyone, why should you care?"."Even Jesus is not loved by everyone, why should you care?"."Even Jesus is not loved by everyone, why should you care?"."Even Jesus is not loved by everyone, why should you care?"."Even Jesus is not loved by everyone, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/115867306403294027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=115867306403294027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/115867306403294027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/115867306403294027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/09/even-jesus-is-not-loved-by-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-115867284816038672</id><published>2006-09-19T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T00:05:20.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are a lot of facts, but no truth in the world. Truth exits in its own distorted state, tainting the minds of many by making them see reality through lens of their own biases. Perspective, that trouble-maker. Those who are dressed in the 24/7 protective armour see things from a self-defensive perspective, those that walked around naked see things from the perspective of a wounded. Is there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/115867284816038672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=115867284816038672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/115867284816038672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/115867284816038672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/09/there-are-lot-of-facts-but-no-truth-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-115828562796957487</id><published>2006-09-15T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T14:53:25.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is really nice to be chatting with your friends. The heart-to-heart chat where you can unburden all your insecurities and emotional baggage that you drapped over your shoulders. The letting go of the  gunny sack that proves to be too heavy for you to drag it any further and freeing those memories and ugly past that you desprately try to shaft inside the sack transcends any level of feeling and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/115828562796957487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=115828562796957487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/115828562796957487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/115828562796957487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-is-really-nice-to-be-chatting-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-115759190243555157</id><published>2006-09-07T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T10:12:10.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A full truckload of photos and many others taken that I was too lazy to post up. Yes, more food as well.Jac and the Naked Reminds me of Phuket. I want to go back. :( Foodie and the NakedPhuket... Phuket...Yes, Food again. What else to expect? I was with Foodie Flo. Warm chocolate to die for. I think I will choose that as my last meal on earth. You thought I will say Sashimi? Wrong! Then again, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/115759190243555157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=115759190243555157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/115759190243555157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/115759190243555157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/09/full-truckload-of-photos-and-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-115735914597600872</id><published>2006-09-04T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T16:39:06.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is Success? How do you be successful without feeling successful? Does it even exist? Isn't success the most common cause of failure? How is success the most common form of failure when you don't know what it is? How do you gauge success? Doesn't the definition of success change as time passes by?  When we were really young, success was about mastering numbers and alphabets. Then we went on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/115735914597600872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=115735914597600872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/115735914597600872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/115735914597600872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-is-success-how-do-you-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-115689402090864813</id><published>2006-08-30T07:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T07:27:00.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Brilliance of Technology......If you look closely, Cheryl's thighs are not extended! OMG. Please let the Mario be less detailed. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/115689402090864813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=115689402090864813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/115689402090864813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/115689402090864813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/08/brilliance-of-technology.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-115665988568548519</id><published>2006-08-27T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T14:24:45.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Happy 22nd Birthday, Foodie Flo!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/115665988568548519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=115665988568548519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/115665988568548519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/115665988568548519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-22nd-birthday-foodie-flo.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-115642705095637544</id><published>2006-08-24T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T21:52:52.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank you forreminding me that I still have tearsreminding me that depression has no endreminding me the feeling of being ripped offreminding me what it feels to be lied toreminding me that it is not a beautiful worldreminding me the fear to make people worry......It is never-ending isn't it? Thanks a lot.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/115642705095637544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=115642705095637544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/115642705095637544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/115642705095637544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/08/thank-you-for-reminding-me-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-115598776695057634</id><published>2006-08-19T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T19:23:04.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Yummy!My Sweet potato with black seaseme paste and ice-cream and Flo's mango ice. These are pure delight. Bey, we are still waiting for your next return. Happy Flo  Oh yes... toilet. Rena's masterpiece!This post is way back-dated. I thought no one would discover but it is always good to be honest. Next time if you want to ask me out for dessert, make sure it is Azabo and nowhere else. That place</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/115598776695057634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=115598776695057634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/115598776695057634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/115598776695057634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/08/yummymy-sweet-potato-with-black.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-115598755441035127</id><published>2006-08-19T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T19:39:14.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I asked for treking. Nobody came forward and that is when I realised genes never fail you. They said that the only man a woman can trust is her Daddy. *Both hands up* I totally agree. Our Secret HeavenThe road UP.  Daddy's heart was with the nature. Distracted by the birds. The reason for the beautiful scenary that greeted us.Not Phuket. This is Singapore.Awww...I have so many photos from so many</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/115598755441035127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=115598755441035127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/115598755441035127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/115598755441035127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-asked-for-treking.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-115574328088008325</id><published>2006-08-16T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T23:48:01.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you are considering catching the movie &lt; My Super Ex-Girlfriend &gt;, please be one of the following:A person that lacks a 'Level 1' imaginationSomeone who caught all the movies and has no other choices (Though it is advised that watching the people walking in and out of cinema theatres is more constructive)A sexually deprived person with the naive fantasy to make love with a super hero in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/115574328088008325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=115574328088008325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/115574328088008325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/115574328088008325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/08/if-you-are-considering-catching-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-115508928011029302</id><published>2006-08-09T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T10:08:00.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know how is it that you built a hell lot of expectations for something you placed in high regards only to have them undermined? Sometimes what could excite you bore you as well. That should explain why I always look non-chalent. It's a subconscious behaviour and probably a defensive mechanism to keep my emotions and feelings status quo. I remember making a mental note of a saying in one of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/115508928011029302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=115508928011029302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/115508928011029302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/115508928011029302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-know-how-is-it-that-you-built-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-115480051100898425</id><published>2006-08-05T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T01:55:11.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day 2 Sea Canoe! Sea canoe at Phang Nga Bay DinnerExplore the other side No Tiger Swim Excited!  Peace that you will never find in SingaporeThe place where we got burntCave Exploring. Bats!Women On BoardSurrounded by Mother NatureChauffered in CanoeAttention-seeker spoiling my shotDrama Car, Nicky, Betty Boop and Foodie FloI LOVE this photo! Independant-Drama Car looks Drama here! Foodie Flo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/115480051100898425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=115480051100898425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/115480051100898425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/115480051100898425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/08/day-2-sea-canoe-sea-canoe-at-phang-nga.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-115419063495231111</id><published>2006-07-30T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T08:27:40.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Haagan Daz (Cheap!) Handsome Preparing for take-offRUN! And UP! What did they say about paramount view? No kidding. Dinner on the first evening when purse was still filled with moneyBitchy People without food: Ready to killThese are the photos to the second part of Day 1. I blog according to days so that memories will not come as being too abstract for me in the future. For those who can't wait </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/115419063495231111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=115419063495231111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/115419063495231111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/115419063495231111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/07/haagan-daz-cheap-handsome-preparing.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-115418764630144565</id><published>2006-07-29T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T23:40:46.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't post the photos taken from Car's atas camera!Argh! - Sulky Jacq.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/115418764630144565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=115418764630144565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/115418764630144565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/115418764630144565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-cant-post-photos-taken-from-cars.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6115324.post-115414042133721527</id><published>2006-07-29T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T23:13:51.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It was too long. We were too lazy. Words can't capture the wonderful time we had. Neither can pictures. You just have to make do with these.The Abstract Day 1Check inExploreGot plenty of drinksPara-sailingSwimShopBBQ Buffet Carina didn't want to take photos with me.More on Parasailing. To be continued...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/feeds/115414042133721527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6115324&amp;postID=115414042133721527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/115414042133721527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6115324/posts/default/115414042133721527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinkerjac.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-was-too-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Jacqueline</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1h2ANxrXQI/SbHpvf3QbcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0wP_8GM7KRM/S220/RP+Nov+2008+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
