tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23789132529477672792024-02-07T20:18:43.846+08:00jane's blog.Get me outta here!!!Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935289860203487564noreply@blogger.comBlogger145125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378913252947767279.post-90738051177193936872016-10-05T17:44:00.000+08:002016-10-05T17:48:34.845+08:00Janie's Back, ALRIGHT! It's been a while...<br />
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I'm in disbelief of how time seems to be able to swoosh by without me noticing.<br />
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We are now nearing the end of 2016.<br />
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2016!<br />
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How is that possible?<br />
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My state of mind is at around 2009 to 2011 right now. Maybe that has got something to do with me digging through old email archives and finding old emails and chats. Also, Facebook memories are not helping either.<br />
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Reading through all those emails, chats, fb wall posts when we were younger is pretty funny but mostly cringey. The way I write then is probably the same now though. Full of contradicting sentences and LOLs, LMAOs, hehes, and wuuuuttt, which I still do today. All those emails and chats that we get so excited or upset over seems so measly right now.<br />
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If you ask me what's new between my last blog post (2013) and now, please refer below:<br />
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1) People get old. hahahahahha<br />
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2) You stop giving a hoot. Mostly.<br />
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3) What else? Don't know. Oh look I'm still the same air-headed girl in my 30s.<br />
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4) Oh Oh, there are babies everywhere now! They keep popping up like daisies!<br />
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5)Mostly I learnt nothing, okay? NOTHING! And that's the way I like it.<br />
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Ok time to sign off. BUH BAH<br />
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<br />Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935289860203487564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378913252947767279.post-43631611553188658632013-09-24T12:46:00.002+08:002013-09-24T12:46:43.902+08:00Sometimes, apathy is bliss. <div>
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Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935289860203487564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378913252947767279.post-29102666423763678032013-02-24T11:42:00.001+08:002013-02-24T11:42:25.417+08:00time to sleep.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ciframe%20src=%22http://8tracks.com/mixes/164286/player_v3_universal%22%20width=%22300%22%20height=%22250%22%20style=%22border:%200px%20none;%22%3E%3C/iframe%3E%20%3Cp%20class=%22_8t_embed_p%22%20style=%22font-size:%2011px;%20line-height:%2012px;%22%3E%3Ca%20href=%22%22%3EThe%20List%3C/a%3E%20from%20%3Ca%20href=%22%22%3Eguilty%3C/a%3E%20on%20%3Ca%20href=%22http://8tracks.com%22%3E8tracks%20Radio%3C/a%3E.%3C/p%3E"><iframe height="250" src="http://8tracks.com/mixes/164286/player_v3_universal" style="border: 0px none;" width="300"></iframe> <div class="_8t_embed_p" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;">
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=2378913252947767279">The List</a> from <a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=2378913252947767279">guilty</a> on <a href="http://8tracks.com/">8tracks Radio</a>.</div>
</a>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935289860203487564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378913252947767279.post-27207992162025039592013-01-21T17:17:00.000+08:002013-01-21T17:17:51.885+08:00Hair MUST.<br />
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CUT.<br />
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HAIR.<br />
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UGH.<br />
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D:<br />
<br />Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935289860203487564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378913252947767279.post-17845178931724364522012-11-08T15:40:00.002+08:002012-11-08T15:40:38.875+08:00WaitSometimes, an old song manages to constrict your heart.<br />
Reminds you of who you were then.<br />
You liked Lomography.<br />
You were someone else.<br />
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<br />Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935289860203487564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378913252947767279.post-7632476378143835302012-10-15T13:38:00.001+08:002012-10-27T13:00:01.235+08:00To name that thing.I don't know how.<br />
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I feel it, but I don't recognize it.<br />
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Like I've lost something;<br />
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like some part of me has emptied itself.<br />
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I know...<br />
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It's integrity.<br />
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Replaced with shame.<br />
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Guilt.<br />
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Or is it?<br />
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How can one not recognize what is felt?<br />
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Weird.<br />
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<br />Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935289860203487564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378913252947767279.post-16213726897513042602012-10-13T08:10:00.001+08:002012-10-13T08:10:58.246+08:00Two months in<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eekSQNO2a00" width="420"></iframe><br />
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Sometimes when you're away from all the business that was, you start to be able to enjoy things like<br />
music again. Which is exactly what happened with me.<br />
You get lots of free time, limited cash and limited traveling means; which makes things like music such a luxury.<br />
I'm glad that there are some things that are constant and comforting. I'm also happy that there are new adventures to explore.<br />
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reticent me.<br />
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<br />Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935289860203487564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378913252947767279.post-53681723839375991952012-08-24T16:25:00.001+08:002012-08-24T16:26:52.484+08:00Hello blog,
It's been a while.
I don't live in Malaysia.
As of now I have no permanent home yet.
But I know He provides for me.
I have no need to worry.
Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935289860203487564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378913252947767279.post-866128071111814192012-04-29T15:09:00.001+08:002012-04-29T15:09:25.146+08:00I only abuse the ones I love. :/Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935289860203487564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378913252947767279.post-38977700971824102532012-03-30T17:28:00.001+08:002012-03-30T17:28:22.628+08:00PuzzleMy thoughts are like a cardboard puzzle that maps out my life. I hold it with my bare hands with nothing supporting it at the bottom. It just stays gingerly in my hands for as long as I could hold it. <br />
Many a times where I clumsily let go of it and all the pieces scatter all over the floor. <br />
Then I'll have to pick them up piece by piece, figure out which piece belongs where and put them back together tediously. <br />
This puzzle stays together until my butter fingers strike again and it all comes tumbling down. <br />
Or till I find some super glue. Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935289860203487564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378913252947767279.post-35576453582223426772012-03-28T19:08:00.001+08:002012-03-28T19:16:07.829+08:00I dont live here.I don't live here in the present. I live in the future, where I imagine how things are going to be. I live in the past where I remember how things were. I don't live in the present. <br />
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Sometimes I might find my way to the present. And then it becomes too clouded and smoggy that I'm forced back to my future, or past. <br />
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I don't live here. This is no place for me. I need a time machine. Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935289860203487564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378913252947767279.post-31689342399449574552012-03-22T01:07:00.001+08:002012-03-22T01:07:24.880+08:00Tiny vesselsIt was vile, it was cheap.<br />
You are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me.Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935289860203487564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378913252947767279.post-71447731612473009352012-03-20T11:10:00.001+08:002012-03-20T11:10:36.463+08:00I guess it's part of me now. I'll learn to carry it around like my sling bag. Part of daily life. Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935289860203487564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378913252947767279.post-52156946110127442622012-02-29T18:47:00.001+08:002012-02-29T18:47:42.534+08:00HowHow do you go from so high to so low in such a short time? <br />
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Human existence is a peculiar thing. But despite it all, the good and the ugly, life is beautiful. <br />
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It's in the angle you see it with I guess? <br />
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I feel hollowed out. It's not a bad feeling. <br />
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Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935289860203487564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378913252947767279.post-24928795297437926782012-02-25T16:51:00.001+08:002012-02-25T16:51:38.221+08:00WeirdIt's really weird when your eyes are opened to the ugly truth while everyone else still buys the lies and the prettiness outside. You sort of want to open their eyes too because you don't want them to look stupid. <br />
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Sigh<br />
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But no. The pretty ugly is doing too great of a job. No one will believe you. <br />
Now you just watch. Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935289860203487564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378913252947767279.post-35536298736566531622012-02-24T09:38:00.001+08:002012-02-24T09:38:49.136+08:00HiIt's been awhile. To tell you what's been going on from the beginning would be much too long and boring so I'll say this. Nothing lasts. Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935289860203487564noreply@blogger.com0Kawasan 18 Kawasan 183.051076 101.446787tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378913252947767279.post-51276489468532707792011-10-04T11:47:00.000+08:002011-10-04T11:50:33.174+08:00I wish everyday is a Tuesday...<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/h3wRRMfkep4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935289860203487564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378913252947767279.post-88324456764496722802011-05-24T01:07:00.001+08:002011-05-24T01:07:53.007+08:00my dearly beloved.It's just a device...not my heart.....right? right?????? <br /><br /><br />:(Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935289860203487564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378913252947767279.post-78107094811234948582011-05-15T15:28:00.001+08:002011-05-15T15:45:43.159+08:00<iframe width="395" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AJtHg9FbLUA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935289860203487564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378913252947767279.post-16182570402661827252011-05-09T02:03:00.001+08:002011-05-09T02:28:48.619+08:00<div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfh2pLoito9Tx7rsJ3W0CD-0JsS9BqpFULmBXSw-yP67Jr18OPP7t4j_nXJkKP5RemQ4Pm2GpXFZ7EBenJzssb7ynDx3NGCRTrAdcbPn_-N7Zztc8AagXQfUgv5hLaOa131qr81jynJOJs/s200/Photo+on+2011-05-09+at+02.18.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604412784524957666" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Black nails!</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Good night!</div>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935289860203487564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378913252947767279.post-43400094387172489132011-04-14T01:37:00.004+08:002011-04-14T01:44:36.720+08:00My very own tiny little space<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggwT9yHWESryy6mdcJoHcGWlJnYK-f7OLldFpQXsItuOVeaPU1wIgKBEW8dsME1NTyARySO3eJbHWiLD-4Cv4bphJVExDk9KlV7uoNQlDl9e58Whnhivv6JHVD3SYkLZ3Ct0QijX280lic/s1600/myroom.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggwT9yHWESryy6mdcJoHcGWlJnYK-f7OLldFpQXsItuOVeaPU1wIgKBEW8dsME1NTyARySO3eJbHWiLD-4Cv4bphJVExDk9KlV7uoNQlDl9e58Whnhivv6JHVD3SYkLZ3Ct0QijX280lic/s320/myroom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595125383370086386" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">I just realised that I'm a collector of sorts....I was going through my stuff today and I find that I have plenty of the same things.</div><div>I guess when I like something I don't mind getting more of them in case they run out? </div><div>Bad bad...</div><div>Must....STOP!!!</div><div>Must remember that I have the smallest room in the house...</div><div>no place to put everything...=.=</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935289860203487564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378913252947767279.post-49647877560593228622011-04-09T12:01:00.001+08:002011-04-09T12:04:27.657+08:00Bonus Post!<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CnXl_4YoAeM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div><br /></div><div><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xGz0dqimlww" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935289860203487564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378913252947767279.post-29543296236884848172011-04-09T01:13:00.004+08:002011-04-09T01:20:47.155+08:00Today's post is......<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiULRKgZrkZlHUIOfo82r2n4VPzs9VUpqVq8ETsVtro1KFuUt2XHuikxuTduFvzyV-rWwl5gIEKr8tJ2lD27B52SgHcZ22eH22xKRfeGjNIiN0HgIv8e8h3SstD0Umtnbojbo8m5l9pn-Pp/s1600/CNV000008.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiULRKgZrkZlHUIOfo82r2n4VPzs9VUpqVq8ETsVtro1KFuUt2XHuikxuTduFvzyV-rWwl5gIEKr8tJ2lD27B52SgHcZ22eH22xKRfeGjNIiN0HgIv8e8h3SstD0Umtnbojbo8m5l9pn-Pp/s400/CNV000008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593262651491052674" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">PEACE!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">What's your story, morning glory?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Can't talk, Can't stay, Gotta go!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It's my mom's birthday today! :) </div><div style="text-align: left;">If you know her wish her on FB today! </div><div style="text-align: left;">She's freaking AMAZING!</div><div style="text-align: left;">I love her so so so much. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Thank God she was born.</div>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935289860203487564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378913252947767279.post-23843893671001176742011-03-16T02:13:00.003+08:002011-03-16T02:22:07.753+08:00Same same but different?Even though I don't like the sort of things that you like, or maybe I will try but never fully "get it". And I know that you'll never always like everything that I like. <div>But I know self restraint and respect for each other's interest will be the most important thing we'll have in common. And it will also be the most beautiful part of it. </div><div>That's the part that I'll treasure the most. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935289860203487564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378913252947767279.post-83833982406271215772010-10-24T14:07:00.005+08:002010-10-24T14:35:04.456+08:00Magic<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEise-HEN1lNbKrmJHAitCO5zLOBc-XjafgduhPipa5kEwOecjT2HqfZMxOjz-Wb2MBUbafZnPF1tR1q4oiqTKHtlYCKaoJhPSXlfIojznjlwm8Vqt1weqZ1sH3iTEU7t4pB-HKftjz-wivO/s1600/LAcitylights.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEise-HEN1lNbKrmJHAitCO5zLOBc-XjafgduhPipa5kEwOecjT2HqfZMxOjz-Wb2MBUbafZnPF1tR1q4oiqTKHtlYCKaoJhPSXlfIojznjlwm8Vqt1weqZ1sH3iTEU7t4pB-HKftjz-wivO/s400/LAcitylights.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531490760717841458" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XmQuIsDnQ3k?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XmQuIsDnQ3k?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Imagine this, I was on a very early plane ride to L.A where everything is still dark, feeling tired and sleepy but unable to rest. Listening to the in-flight entertainment music selection. I look out my window and I see the city of Los Angeles engulfed in beautiful lights that twinkle softly as the plane moves. And then Sigor Ros - All Alright starts playing precisely at the moment we start to descend. It was extremely beautiful and moving as the plane slowly glides lower and lower to the ground while the music is playing. I couldn't keep my eyes off the lights. It felt like I was being carried safely down to earth. My heart was full. It was like magic.</div><div><br /></div>Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935289860203487564noreply@blogger.com0