10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOUR BLOG

1 your url

if you want your blog to be read-worthy, please don't use url's like "ghaowebslduywe.blogspot.com", because 99% of the human population will not remember it. is it necessary to go to your blog from a random blog's list of links every single time or have your blog on my bookmark pages permanently for the rest of my life? i think not.

2 your background

PEOPLE, EFFIN PICK A BACKGROUND WHICH LOADS FAST. I DONT EFFIN CARE IF I HAVE A HIGH-CAPACITY VIRTUAL MEMORY - I HATE TO WAIT FOR THE PAGE TO LOAD ITS FLOWERS AND RIBBONS OR YOUR 1600x800 FACE AS THE BACKGROUND!!!!!

3 your complicated background

the secret to a good background is this: WHITE COLOR, if your words are going to be in black. it is very annoying to read something which is blended together with your background. i am under no obligation to copy paste your blog to read it!!!

4 your template

frankly, the only thing required on a blog is the blog itself, i.e. the words you publish. the rest is quite irrelevant: pictures, visitor count, kisses counter, hugs counter, a shoutmix AND a cbox AND a tagbox (SERIOUSLY???!!!), facebook profile, 2351346 links (50% of which are either deleted blogs or privatised), nuffnang or google ads, and last but not least, everyone's favourite - plurk.

okay, call me a bitter person who's not in but this is exactly what i hate. having to wait for all that "accessories" to load before i get to actually read your writings - COME ON, IT'S A BLOG, NOT JENNY'S INVENTORY OR SOMETHING. and what's worse than that is if all i want to do is leave a message in your cbox but i have to wait for EVERYTHING to load.

I ALSO HATE IT WHEN THE COLUMN WITH WORDS ONLY FILLS UP 30% OF YOUR PAGE AND I NEED TO SCROLL EVERY 30 SECONDS.

5 your pretty pictures

okay, if you think i'm jealous, here's a big eff you. my point here is: PEOPLE, PLEASE RESIZE YOUR 5.89MB PICTURES BEFORE POSTING THEM ON THE WEB. i understand you might admire your own features very much, which explains why you post the huge pictures to flaunt every detail of your porcelain skin, but here's a bad news honey, i might be too impatient to wait for it to load.

6 automatic music

WTFFFFFFFFFFF (see i'm being very fair here because my sister has this on her blog) it's okay if it happens when i'm bored. but if i'm busy and all i want to do is get a glimpse of your life (only because i care), and the music starts playing, AND I STRUGGLE TO FIND WHERE IS THE SOURCE OF SUCH MELODIOUS INTERRUPTION, and close down a few wrong windows, yes - it gets really irritating. normally i press the stop button (or Esc), but if you use a player, wait a second, let me rephrase, A HIDDEN PLAYER, yes - it's very annoying.

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7 please manoeuvre around my cute japanese blog
WTF I CANT READ JAPANESE WHERE ARE THE BUTTONS WTFWTF

8 pop-ups
(i'm just struggling to get to number 10)

9 when they dont have a cbox HAHAHAHHAHAH
(this is a joke, laugh! wtf)

10 WHEN YOU DONT DO PARAGRAPHS
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?

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that's all folks! you may start hating my blog and i now. bye!

hehehehehe

ah, life is good.

i read an email today entitled the acid test of love, about a professor discussing about loving someone. the article's too long to reproduce here, but part of what he said was that if you really did love someone, you would treat that person the way you would treat yourself.

this means that you would want happiness for that person genuinely as if that person's hapiness will ultimately be yours, that you would sacrifice to the benefit of that person, because that benefit is also your enjoyment, that you would never throw a huge tantrum or hold a grudge against that person, and that you'll be ever-forgiving, etc.

so that suggests that the pre-requisite to loving someone is to be able to really love yourself. humans are mostly (this word was later added when i thought about mother theresa) inherently selfish one way or the other. we are by nature self-centered and self-absorbed.

but what if you're someone who hates yourself? this is a very overrated line which many people use very often just because. but if you truly dislike yourself, and if the professor was right about loving someone, i think the conclusion then, is that you're incapable of loving someone.

so start loving yourself today!

p/s well, unless you plan to hate the whole world, then yea, omit this article.

HELLO WORLD

GUESS WHO'S BACK??!!

impossible is nothing.

wait a minute, does that mean impossible is actually something?

陈灵颖是我的损友！

reasons to love you:

a. you make me happy
b. you make me happy
c. you make me happy
d. all of the above

:]

in the process of growing, we're bound to loose a little bit of ourselves. if you a lose little bit of yourself, the question is, do you want to find the old you or lose yourself completely?

once in awhile, we all need to step out our own little rut we build when we deny others because of our own selfish agendas. pride, fear, grudge, insecurities. some runaway, some stick around and pretend everything is going to be okay, some feel defeated, while some others get so upset they want to hurt these intangible feelings by building up other walls. partying, creating dramas, shunning people away, consuming excessive amount of alcohol, clubbing and fishing, indulging in pre-marital sex, feeling invincible.

it is only natural for us to want certainty in life, to know stability. to know where we're heading, even if it's all too general. you might not want to be a secondary school math teacher, with a small manageable house, a husband, a son, a daughter, oh and a beagle named starbucks. but you can have a goal to raise someone, or to have a RM30,000 paycheck. you can have the ultimate goal of changing the world, moving platonics plates and resurrecting dead volcanoes.

sometimes, we need to look outside our own worlds, to find happiness in the things we never bothered about, to find passion within silly thoughts, to find a new pursue in life, to let go, to move on. to find the past a history, to wipe out the bad memories, and retain the good ones. to completely forget, even if we refuse to forgive. to start afresh, instead of being caught by ourselves, trying to figure out what went wrong, or trying to come up with a solution. to gain the courage to write the next chapter. if we dont write a new chapter, how can we change the ending? i guess if this is the case, the answer then, is to lose ourselves completely.

one day,
you will change the world.
in ways you dont even know yet.

roller coasters anyone?

okay kris, you're cute. but remember adam? the chubbier version of syler who's really good at singing? yea, watch your sexy back.

(my two cents)

dont you think we use the word i too much? and when we talk to someone we like to use the word you. and in our culture, we tend to call people eh wei oi woi etc. one of the best advices i've got is to greet people by their names, or at least try to fit their names somewhere in the conversation. because afterall, notwithstanding that a name is not a word, it is the person's favorite word, just like how joanne loke is mine. which is why i have a habit of calling people in their full names, especially those i care about a lot.

have a nice day ;)

nice.

offer lapses in 3 months.

What I Hate About Being Home Alone

[phone calls]

if you're lucky, the person on the other side of the line will say "it's okay lah! i'll call back later", but they dont :D if you're a little less lucky, they'll call like 27 times over the weekend. heh heh...

you're equally lucky if the person on the other side of the line says "it's okay, i'll call your mum's cellphone". they might also ask you for the cellphone number, which isn't much of a bother, unless you're in the middle of defending your frozen throne or trying to take down the world tree or something.

but when they call your mum's cellphone and they cant get her and they call you back... (refer to paragraph 1)

one of the things i hate most about picking up phone calls is when they call when i'm half asleep or in the middle of taking a dump or scrubbing my armpits or when i have shampoo bubbles all over myself. or when i'm taking down the frozen throne, for example. but what i hate more than that is when they tell you "please ask your mummy to call me back".

if you forget...

mum: why that day auntie sharon called me you never tell!
me: i forgot ma...... :/
mum: this morning got no yoga, i didnt know!
me: oh ya, ben also called you...
mum: when?
me: last week. heh heh heh...

and what's worst is if the person on the line doesnt speak properly, and they make aunty sherry sound like aunty cherry or benny sound like barry or whatev. my previous maid suffered from this:

mum: anyone called?
maid: uncle kam
mum: uncle kam?
maid: yes mam
mum: i dont know any uncle kam

(15 minutes later after receiving a phone call)

mum: kam kam kam, kam your backside la! that was uncle tham the stock broker!

it was as if mum lost the opportunity of raking a few million dollars by missing that one important phone call.

sigh.

something else i hate a little less but it disturbs my dignity and my fragile soul, is when i pick up a phone call and hear this:

me: hello?
XYZ: hello. er, majikan ada?
me: er... dia sudah keluar
XYZ: keluar ar, siapa ini ya?
me: er... um ... nanti dia balik.
XYZ: oh...

sigh, how could i have admitted that i have a maid voice. but i get that all the time you know T_T but i forgive them callers because i'm not usually around. and if i do tell them that i'm back from malacca:

XYZ: jessica, is your mum home?
me: she went out, i'm joanne.
XYZ: oh joanne you're home! how are you?

(5 minutes later)

XYZ: oh i see, so how is melaka ar? law tough ar?

(10 minutes later)

XYZ: oh i see, so when you going back to melaka?

._. sigh.

so usually, this is what i do now:

XYZ: is mummy home?
me: she went out.
XYZ: who's this?
me: jessica. i'll ask mummy to call you back :D

(i'll just forget it deliberately. haehaehaehaehae.)

02 may 2009 ;)

i love exams

i love studying

i love birthdays 

imma love may :)