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title='My wipeout'/><author><name>jayao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121200821933640088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/jay_and_lobster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960860.post-114533033769401184</id><published>2006-04-18T00:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T12:34:00.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'>i gotta "get away"</title><content type='html'>I'm not really a fan of posting lyrics or reading what lyrics others put on their blogs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get Away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm...Yeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I back again, in this town, to find a girl that i used to know.&lt;br /&gt;I bumped into, a friend of mine, and she told me where to go.&lt;br /&gt;She said go right down, the 56th street, make a left at the corner store.&lt;br /&gt;There'll be a house in the alley way,&lt;br /&gt;Hope she didn't move away.&lt;br /&gt;I pray she's still around,&lt;br /&gt;But somebody came to the door that I didn't know,&lt;br /&gt;And I knew to let it go,&lt;br /&gt;Is it over, all over.&lt;br /&gt;I let a good girl get away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;How could I ever let her get away?&lt;br /&gt;Today is not a happy day,&lt;br /&gt;So many words that I had to say,&lt;br /&gt;And baby I miss you and I need you your love,&lt;br /&gt;How could i ever let her get away?&lt;br /&gt;Today is not a happy day,&lt;br /&gt;It could've been our anniversary,&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything to have you right here in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when, we talked about,&lt;br /&gt;All the things that we planned to do.&lt;br /&gt;Our wedding day, our house in the valley,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a kid or two.&lt;br /&gt;We could've had it all babe,&lt;br /&gt;But somehow it all fell apart.&lt;br /&gt;I agree to take the blame,&lt;br /&gt;See I'm feeling so ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;I never should've lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge:]&lt;br /&gt;I'd give anything (I'd do anything baby)&lt;br /&gt;To see your pretty face again.&lt;br /&gt;Hold you, to feel you,&lt;br /&gt;Heaven give me one more chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I ever let her get away?&lt;br /&gt;Today is not a happy day,&lt;br /&gt;So many words that I had to say,&lt;br /&gt;And baby I miss you and I need you your love,&lt;br /&gt;How could i ever let her get away?&lt;br /&gt;Today is not a happy day,&lt;br /&gt;It could've been our anniversary,&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything to have you right here in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only it were possible,&lt;br /&gt;For me to turn back the hands of time.&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything, give anything,&lt;br /&gt;Just to make her mine,&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without your love babe,&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on another day.&lt;br /&gt;Where did she go?&lt;br /&gt;I gotta know.&lt;br /&gt;I let a good girl get away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I ever let her get away?&lt;br /&gt;Today is not a happy day,&lt;br /&gt;So many words that I had to say,&lt;br /&gt;And baby I miss you and I need you your love,&lt;br /&gt;How could i ever let her get away?&lt;br /&gt;Today is not a happy day,&lt;br /&gt;It could've been our anniversary,&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything to have you right here in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;I'd give anything (I'd do anything baby)&lt;br /&gt;To see your pretty face again.&lt;br /&gt;Hold you, to feel you,&lt;br /&gt;Heaven give me one more chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I ever let her get away?&lt;br /&gt;Today is not a happy day,&lt;br /&gt;So many words that I had to say,&lt;br /&gt;And baby I miss you and I need you your love,&lt;br /&gt;How could i ever let her get away?&lt;br /&gt;Today is not a happy day,&lt;br /&gt;It could've been our anniversary,&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything to have you right here in my arms.&lt;div 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away&quot;'/><author><name>jayao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121200821933640088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/jay_and_lobster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960860.post-114179531807119161</id><published>2006-03-08T02:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T02:10:16.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'>im a deviantartist</title><content type='html'>i saw some room so i went ahead and jumped.  as joyce says, "i've finally jumped on the bandwagon."  yes i've joined the community of deviantartists.  you can check what i currently have prepared for my portfolio @ &lt;a href="http://jasonesque.deviantart.com"&gt;http://jasonesque.deviantart.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='32' height='24' src='http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/jay_and_lobster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960860.post-113574524217757987</id><published>2005-12-28T00:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T23:37:35.946-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first of all, let me just say that shopping is so boring!&lt;br /&gt;went to scarb.town.centre and noticed that all the people shopping were white.  barely saw any blacks or yellows. lol (casey: "racist!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not racist.  okayyy so occassionally i have a few laughs about it but i would never be a total coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i played doubles tennis and as bad as we were, we kept hitting balls onto the other courts where very skilled white people played.  so i hit one as bad as a blind man could and hit it all the way across to the westsideee.  i scream out "oh im sooo sorry!" and they give me a crooked look.  maybe they're annoyed at rookies or possibly racist. i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;ESC Christmas Dinner&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt kinda disappointed about the message.  ya it was about be yourself and not trying to change for anyone else but common'! that message has been heard over and over.  from last year's maskarade they tried to enforce it again.  ah-well, i guess the message was targeted clear to the believers and non-believers there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;so sticking to being yourself and in other words not to be fake, i've compiled a list of qualities that girls might LIKE about ME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;smart&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;musically-inclined&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;athletic&lt;/s&gt; (average)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;a good listener&lt;/s&gt; (guys are greater listeners than talkers cuz for every word girls say 8 more words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;has a sense of humour&lt;/s&gt; (DRY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;knows exactly what to say at the right time&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;challenges you&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;surprises you and likes to buy you nice things&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;makes those things important in your life important in his&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;respects you for who you are&lt;br /&gt;fire for god &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKKKKKAYYYYY... so i'm not quite there but the last one is a work in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Cutest people from SALT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this just came to me.  they represent the few qualities you just gotta adore and respect.  in no particular order.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becccaaaa: she's so cutee! haha but ya she's not self-centered, cares for others, friendly, athletic, and a passion for god. as pretty as becca is she doesnt need to grab attention when she feels alone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jannyyyy: her cheeks are so cutee! haha try poking them, they're bubbly! janny cherishes every relationship she has with everyone.  there to talk and listen, did i mention athetic? and a passion for god.  does good for others.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** athletic girls are sexy... softball baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steveyyy: anyone who knows him knows how incredibly cute he is.  fire for god, smart, funny, and i could go on and on... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;In Case you didnt know...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fetish is poking cheeks.  bubbbly ones are fun.  oh and that's facial cheeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Randomness&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized that i like talking about random stuff and conversely people who talk randomly.  keeps the conversation going with no awkwardness if both people are random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960860-113574524217757987?l=jayao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/jay_and_lobster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960860.post-113488217484278247</id><published>2005-12-18T01:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T19:20:06.173-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was awoken this morning by my dad.  Said to get up quickly to play tennis coincidently being syd's birthday today.  (Friggin cold?!) Nope, there's a dome.  So me, my dad, syd, and joyce have a doubles match.  Just rallying each other.  I made some amazing shots.  Level shots that barely eclipse the tape on the netting.  I think i've vastly improved since the last time i played.  or maybe i'll give credit to the supper light racket i had that made my forehand much stronger.  Every chance i had i wanted to swing as hard as i could.  Most shots became 'homeruns' instead of gappers.  Then i tried my overhand serves.  they were aweful.  Somehow whenever i served, the ball would head towards joyce. hahha.. she's afraid..  very afraid of my powerserve.  haha. i had so much energy in the game.. i think i'll play more tennis in the dome.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do i smell lobsters&lt;/u&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the match, i take a shower then i head to the steam bath that my dad suggest i go.  It's not like a suana but the air in there is supposed to cleanse your body from within.  my reaction was 'frick so hard to breathe and it smells like lobsters in here!' i was ready to be cooked, set on the table to be served! During that time i thought about the holicaust and those concentration camps.  they had no escape.  i was sitting close to the door so my mind felt escape is just a hand away.  Coincidently, last night watching Hotel Rwanda brought the same images.  Going off topic, i remember this stupid joke that my friends find hilarious.  Two muffins are in an oven.  One says to the other 'it's getting hot in here'.  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I really got inspired by his words of wisdom.  Never really got to talk to him personally but there was one and only one time where he did get to see who i was and it was NOT a pleasant one.  lemme tell you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years ago, i first started playing softball (yes, i got that good quickly lol) for the fellowship cup.  I was playing on herman's first ever misfit team! (yeap book it!)  Between innings, i sat off and so i wandered to watch the other teams play each other.  i kept on doing this since the other games seemed more exciting at the time.  then as i'm watching, someone tells me i'm up to bat or in the field ... happens more than 2/3 times... someone indirectly tells me that herman uttered some words to me.  Seeming as though herman's quite the competitive guy, his words weren't forgiving or kind.  I think i partly deserved it: one we're supposed to have fun but as a player you should stay focused on the game?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herman mentioned a story.  Don't remember the exact details so i'm changing the story a bit.  Two friends, Herman and I, go on an adventure in the amazon.  I dissed Herman.  He wrote "my friend insulted me today" in the sand.  Carrying on, Herman fell in quicksand and I rescued him.  After he was helped to safe ground, he wrote on a rock "my friend saved me today".  I asked why he chose to write that on the rock.  He replied that the writings in sand will be blown away with the wind or washed away by the waves, but the writings on the rock will stay forever.  I quickly learned to remember the good things and have hope and forgiveness in your friends just like jesus gave us.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One serman he talked about just recently was how dangerous being a pastor was.  Yes, dangerous.  It is spiritually and mentally taxing.  He told us he doesnt have any close relationships at church besides his wife and family for the reason that he needs to keep that professional distance.  Also, there's vulnerability to tell others his problems since he's a 'leader' in the church.  Pastors feel lonely all the time.  Herman's pretty courageous and strong.  I'm certain he won't feel lonely above in heaven.  And I have faith that he's forgiven me and i'll just look to better times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote "Dont get mad at God when someone disappoints you, get mad at God cuz He disappointed you" - Herman?!? (not sure)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Song of the Year&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay - Speed of Sound&lt;br /&gt;getting really used to their slow and boring style of music.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Current Playlist&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sean paul - temperature&lt;br /&gt;coldplay - talk&lt;br /&gt;kanye west - heard em' say&lt;br /&gt;pussycat dolls - stickwitu&lt;br /&gt;50 cent - disco inferno&lt;br /&gt;green day - jesus of suburbia&lt;br /&gt;eminem - when i'm gone&lt;br /&gt;gorillaz - feel good inc&lt;br /&gt;justin timberlake - cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love singing to mariah carey.  especially those high notes that force me to squeak like a chipmunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wheeee!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats slopping down 30 minute trails on a frosty mountain with the wind in your hair and carving fresh snow!  can't wait to board on mt. tremblant!  yeyyyee! gone jan 2-9 while u suckkaas at school! muahahaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Smile for the camera!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the orthodontist today since im finally getting braces. yes. braces. a week ago doctor told me i didnt have to get my wisdom teeth out but now it seems i do :( oh the torture but for the better.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960860-113469122625979323?l=jayao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/feeds/113469122625979323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960860&amp;postID=113469122625979323&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/113469122625979323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/113469122625979323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/2005/12/hellloooo.html' title='hellloooo?'/><author><name>jayao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121200821933640088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/jay_and_lobster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960860.post-111090906762504981</id><published>2005-03-15T05:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T14:51:07.626-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so my cousin leaves us a pet fish and a hamster to take care of for a week while their family is away on a cruise.  the first night, the hamster is all noisy and ratty which got me annoyed.  so i was predicting a lotta sleepness nights this week.  forgot the hamster's name but it sleeps during the day and up at night and feed him once at night.  so the next night we dont hear any noises from him.  could it be that the hamster heard how annoyed i was at him? or maybe cuz he's afraid of us and misses my cousin.  then the hamster starts biting on the cages.  oh and good thing there's a lock on the cage's door or he'd run out and get lost.  so me and my mom know that he wants to go out but none of us wannna grab it.  i'll admit im scared and so is everyone else in the house.  so i get the courage to grab him but with gloves. hehe. it felt funny at first but i really learned to play with him. after letting him loose on the floor and trying to chase after him i put him back in the cage.  mission accomplished. yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960860-111090906762504981?l=jayao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/feeds/111090906762504981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960860&amp;postID=111090906762504981&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/111090906762504981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/111090906762504981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-my-cousin-leaves-us-pet-fish-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jayao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121200821933640088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/jay_and_lobster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960860.post-111049069531569282</id><published>2005-03-10T21:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T18:46:31.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so people in class are signing a petition against the "nazi".  how she doesn't explain clearly what she wants in her assignments and if she doesnt receive those required criteria she disregards the students written assignment and gives them an F.  she can also be very rude.  like when she tries to answer a question raised by students, her tone suddenly becomes commanding and just "you're so stupid, you shouldn't be in this class."  With that kinda attitude it's clear to see why not many students try to ask a question in class in fear of looking retarded.  She keeps on repeating and repeating criteria for assignments like every single class for an hour when she should be focusing on teaching the material.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in class, the teacher tells us we're doin' teacher evaluations.  she hands out a scandtron evaluation and leaves the classroom momentarily and i just mark down very poor down every single column.  while that's goin on, the group of girls passed me the petition.  i signed it.  i'd say there were 20 signatures.  the group of girls headed to drop off the petition at the student rights office and to their surprise see our "nazi" teacher.  i think they will decide to drop it off another time.  yah, found that kinda funny (the last part).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh i gotta pick up the pace. it's crunch time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960860-111049069531569282?l=jayao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/feeds/111049069531569282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960860&amp;postID=111049069531569282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/111049069531569282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/111049069531569282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-people-in-class-are-signing.html' title=''/><author><name>jayao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121200821933640088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/jay_and_lobster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960860.post-111032532869579162</id><published>2005-03-08T23:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T02:04:30.453-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so cold today brrrwrrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night at around 11:30pm was clicking on the tv, watched the 70s show then browsed with my rogers on demand remote and saw that die another day was on! okay it was approaching midnight and i had school tomorrow but i really wanted to watch that part where 007 and that cool looking asian bad guy were chasin each other in that big ice castle. the part where 007 is faced with a suicide fender at the side he quickly camuflouges his awesome car and surprises the evil villan asian bad guy. haha that part was so funny. so yah, once that satisfied my urges i headed straight to bed =p which ended at 12:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listened to chris tomlin's cd that brian lent me on the bus ride.  i felt instantly and emotionally attached to the songs. i guess i've never felt that way before becuz i usually listen to like rap and hip-hop songs. not that rap and hip hop give me the same pleasures but that it gives me a different mood.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah, mid-way thru the bus ride got a tear in my eye thinkin about salt retreat.  thought about that moment when syd hugged me and i hugged him back :*(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, been feeling a little pessimistic about school. i know i shouldnt say this outta anger but i really hate my gen-ed TA. she's a NAZI (not really).  i mean her prensence in the room is so dark. really doin bbad in that course. gottta work harder or else looks like summer school seems closer and closer :*(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960860-111032532869579162?l=jayao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/feeds/111032532869579162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960860&amp;postID=111032532869579162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/111032532869579162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/111032532869579162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-cold-today-brrrwrrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>jayao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121200821933640088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/jay_and_lobster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960860.post-110739569162562930</id><published>2005-02-03T01:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T22:54:51.626-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at the end of my international business class, african-canadian guy asks me whether i can do him a favour.  at that momment i'm thinkin' ohmygosh, i hope it doesnt have to do anythin' with drugs. ahhahah.. so he asks me whether i can teach him how to do those pencil tricks cuz he saw me do it behind me while we were watching a movie.  i laugh cuz he always looks upon how all asians know how to do pencil tricks. then he asks me if he could videotape how i do them! hahhahaha &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960860-110739569162562930?l=jayao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/feeds/110739569162562930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960860&amp;postID=110739569162562930&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/110739569162562930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/110739569162562930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/2005/02/at-end-of-my-international-business.html' title=''/><author><name>jayao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121200821933640088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/jay_and_lobster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960860.post-110531821154219290</id><published>2005-01-10T00:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T13:51:48.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im feeling sick today. my heart keeps pumping with constant headaches. i think i might be having an anxiety attack right now. one possible reason is that i have to start school tomorrow. earlier in the week i felt really excited to go back to school becuz i've missed it. yes i missed it. having 3 weeks off was too much to handle. but today i feel scared goin back. the good thing is that i only have one class tomorrow but the downside is that the rest of the week is a killer. my schedule is full from 10:30 to 5 each day. ahhhhh! i hope i can get back to school mode by tomorrow or im gonnna feel even sicker.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960860-110531821154219290?l=jayao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/feeds/110531821154219290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960860&amp;postID=110531821154219290&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/110531821154219290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/110531821154219290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-feeling-sick-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jayao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121200821933640088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/jay_and_lobster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960860.post-110117632560830296</id><published>2004-11-23T02:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T23:18:45.606-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i finally urged myself to go skating today! i seemed a little shakey going onto the ice in a long time but once i got into the groove of things i was alllrriighhhhtt! yah-babe! i recognized a few familiar faces that haven't seen me go skating in a long time. i told them it was prolly due to my laziness and lack of energy lately. but today i felt more energetic than ever. it prolly came from the accountability of guys cell group. watever it was, it gave me the boost i needed.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960860-110117632560830296?l=jayao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/feeds/110117632560830296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960860&amp;postID=110117632560830296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/110117632560830296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/110117632560830296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-finally-urged-myself-to-go-skating.html' title=''/><author><name>jayao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121200821933640088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/jay_and_lobster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960860.post-109987999908380124</id><published>2004-11-08T02:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T17:28:05.563-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanx everyone for making my weekend a memorable one! all the surprises were so great! the first one after fellowship after the lights were suddenly turned down low and everyone sang the song happy bday.. my initial thot was "who's bday is it?" then i see joyce comin towards me with a sweet cake and im like oh yea.. it's mine! lol. then the surprise lunch was funny. we walk into montana's i see a car with the liscense plate HWY HUI, "hey, edith must be here!" great parking spot! lol at the end of the meal i got the special vip treatment with the horn helmet. i must say i've never had a helmet that fit so well. hehe. then we head home feelin really tired. full from lunch but knew that soon enuf that i would hafta go out to dinner with the big family. dinner was quite fullfilling. then on the ride back home i think how happy i was that my friends planned the little suprise lunch for me... i walk into the garage door, suddenly suspicious of why the lights were open and that the door that leads into the house was closed. as soon as i open the door i was totally shocked! AHHHHHH i was so speechless. i couldnt have imagined everyone would show up once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember back in summer school taking gr10 history, i shoved my bestest buddy into a locker. i think cuz i was pissed that he didnt sit beside me in class. WUT DO YOU SAY?!? how does jay ever get mad?!? i dont know either. my bestest buddy was shocked too. neways, in my OAC year in high school i was returning to my locker and i see a whole bunch of my friends. im somehow standing around my locker talking to my friends. they asked me to go out to lunch with them...hinting that i should get my coat. i decide not to go cuz i packed my lunch. then someone else asks to borrow my text book in my locker. hmm.. i get a lil confused wondering why they wanted stuff from me.. so then i finally open my locker and then "SUPRISE!" i suddenly jumped back and tripped back on the floor with my hands sheltering my head.  my bestest buddy happened to be hiding in my locker! he was also holding a video camera. playing back the video i sure did look like a fool. haha we all had a great laugh. my bestest buddy finally got his revenge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to go surfin' on my new snowboard! yah-babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>jayao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121200821933640088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/jay_and_lobster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960860.post-109918332809521386</id><published>2004-10-31T02:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T19:25:30.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night at salt, we helped out making games for candy carnival. i didnt really know how our group's game works but we cut out pieces of a body. jalen drew the face of jerry. it looked so real but everyone kept on saying it looked like jalen himself. we really pimped "jerry" up with some bling bling (glitter and sparkles).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up late today becuz i felt really tired from the whole week. decided that i should play football with the guys cuz i thot it would give me a good work out. never really understood why football is so fun anyway. it looks silly running and flailing your arms around. we played tackle which i was kinda afraid of cuz i was the most fragile of them. i must thank phil for tackling me gently. haha.. then it starts raining! ahh.. but knowing the guys we kept on playing for another hour -_- i was totally drenched. then after a nice clean shower headed to church to help candy carnival some more. yay looking for a longer day at candy carnival tomorrow. whoop-dee-doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually went out to trick or treat last yr. it was fun, but why do i look so sad in the picture?!?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/halloween_group.jp"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960860-109918332809521386?l=jayao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/feeds/109918332809521386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960860&amp;postID=109918332809521386&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/109918332809521386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/109918332809521386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/2004/10/last-night-at-salt-we-helped-out.html' title=''/><author><name>jayao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121200821933640088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/jay_and_lobster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960860.post-109684252827240175</id><published>2004-10-03T23:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T20:39:08.893-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay i signed up for candy carnival this yr! last year i actually went out trick or treating. i had my friend paint my face with a dracula makeup kit. my friend applied too much green and so i looked like frankenstien instead of dracula. then i went back to candy carnival - they were cleaning up - and i scared all the kids.. muahhaha.. i also snuck behind christy and made her jump up lol. aww... fun times. ya so im so excited abt halloween and candy carnival this yr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to lunch with my parents after church. we went to the restaurant where my dad had drawn the raffle to win a car lol. i thought back to that momment when my dad opened the right key to the car and suddenly balloons and confetti flew to the air. our family was so joyful that we were outta breathe. we couldnt believe it! hahha and after that i felt the feeling of fame when our family was the focus of the celebration and the big crowd had a feeling of jealousy lol jks. on a sincere note, im so thankful to have such a loving and caring family that will always be there to count on and be safe, warm, and cozzy - just like my bed is where i wanna be rite now C=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960860-109684252827240175?l=jayao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/feeds/109684252827240175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960860&amp;postID=109684252827240175&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/109684252827240175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/109684252827240175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/2004/10/yay-i-signed-up-for-candy-carnival.html' title=''/><author><name>jayao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121200821933640088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/jay_and_lobster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960860.post-109673516395371970</id><published>2004-10-01T05:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T16:47:56.956-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went over to brian's house for a cell group fellowship. it's where the whole fellowship branches itself into small groups. it's good in that we get to know each other a little more closely. so once i walk into brian's house i smell the aroma of nicely cooked batter that was going to be made into crepes... mmm... i put on some vanilla ice cream, strawberries, tiny chocolate chips, and powdered sugar. oh i forgot to ask if he had any whip cream or that'd make the whole crepe very yummmy. then afterwards we played some games. the first one was where u had to answer as many questions in 15secs and if you answered less than 5 than you had to eat a teaspoon of salt. haha too bad everyone made the minimum 5 questions so i didnt see anyone taste salt just YET. our next game we played spoon where everyone has 4 cards and you pass a card to the person next to you until you get 4 of the same cards. then once you get it you slap your hand in the middle of the table. the last one to slap gets a letter till you spell out spoon and then u lose and have to eat salt. muahaha. jamie was the unlucky loser. then we played signal and murder. again, jamie was teh unlucky loser for every game.. hahha.. i feel bad for her... at the end of the night jamie was coughing out salt from her mouth it was great fun. haha. then we decided to meet the other cell groups at teashop 168 at yonge &amp;amp; finch. there were too many ppl so we just loitered outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960860-109673516395371970?l=jayao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/feeds/109673516395371970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960860&amp;postID=109673516395371970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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draw faces that well. so as i was standing in line the tough part was to think of what i wanted to do in the picture. had to think of something quick so i thought of the first thing that came to my head... karaoke. while the cartoonist was drawing he asked me wut kinda songs i sang.. i sed pop songs like britney spears.. lol finally he was finished and handed me the picture. it was cute. had me on a mic singing "like a virginnn" -_- oh well thats good enuff. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song currently in my head: no it's not like a virgin... i just watched &lt;em&gt;how to lose a guy in 10 days&lt;/em&gt; and that song that goes "anywhere you go, i'll follow you down" is in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960860-109587831791916699?l=jayao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/jay_and_lobster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960860.post-109534424079023572</id><published>2004-09-16T14:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T11:17:20.790-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need to get a hair cut &gt;.&lt; i hate how long my sideburns are. when i come come outta the shower and blow dry my hair i get the elvis look haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got outta my morning class and have 6hrs to kill until my next class at 3:20.. hmm.. OH I'LL GO SKATING! yes wheee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960860-109534424079023572?l=jayao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/feeds/109534424079023572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960860&amp;postID=109534424079023572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/109534424079023572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/109534424079023572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-need-to-get-hair-cut.html' title=''/><author><name>jayao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121200821933640088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/jay_and_lobster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960860.post-109495645508174865</id><published>2004-09-12T02:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T23:44:07.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>decided to stay at home today instead of going to visit gary at western. it's not that i don't miss em ish just that ish such a long drive there and i need ta catch up on my sleep. so yah stayed at home and watched tv- my old summer time thing i love to do. first watched the semi-finals open tennis match with leyton hewitt versus this sweedish player--err forgot his name. european names are always hard to rmb. ohh ya now i rmb, his name was johanssoonnn! kinda looks like my name haha - that was so lame =p. then watched the other semi-final match with tim henman versus roger federer. men's tennis is so fast. then i switched channels to watch teh womens finals and i laughed at how slow they hit the ball. meh. iono :S then i watched a few digital cable movies free yah-- rogers on demand babeee! yay-babe-yay! (austin powers) im so gay eh? okay. k first i watched a movie called student seduction... okay before you make any assumptions that im a pervert i read the symnopsis and it was clearly rated PG. it's okay kids you can sit back in your seats. *phew hehe. the movie was abt a student who gets A's in school except for his chemisty class. the teacher offers to provide extra help to the student. the student somehow falls in love with teh teacher and one night trespasses into her (teacher's) house and sexually abuses her. then the teacher is accused of sexually assaulting minors. the student's parents then try to lie that their son didnt commit the crime. the teacher now had a slim chance of fighting for innocence so she had to force herself into a plea bargain (plead guilty in hopes of a lesser charge). she tries to find whitnesses and finds the student's ex-girlfriends who were raped by him tooo. so at the end all the ex-girlfriends and the teacher both testify and win the case! i felt so emotional that i had teeary eyes. ya go girl power! --(err reminder to self- keep my kool, im still a man! lol) so after that movie laughed it off by watching ol' school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that movie it was nearing dinner time. parents not home and syd ditched me to prollly spend time with Boo (Joyce). i didnt want mcdonalds or burger king so i had to think hard as to what to eat. cuz i cant cook. hmmm.. so then i walked to wal-mart and decided to buy microwave dinner! yay. got me a salisbury steak and pasta with meatballs! mmm-mmm-good! haha havent had them in a while. haha i'm so smart and i know it! *score! then saw pez candy!  it was eeyore! soo cute. awww.... though pez was more expensive than the salisbury steak dinner, i bought it anyway :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents just called and they said they're sleepin over with gary at western. ooo... ditched by both syd and my parents -- "haha fine, i know when i'm not loved"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--in memmory of 9/11&lt;br /&gt;almost forgot what today was until i saw 9/11 stitched to canada's hockey team jerseys yay go canada go 4-3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960860-109495645508174865?l=jayao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/feeds/109495645508174865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960860&amp;postID=109495645508174865&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/109495645508174865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/109495645508174865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/2004/09/decided-to-stay-at-home-today-instead.html' title=''/><author><name>jayao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121200821933640088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/jay_and_lobster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960860.post-109484766742030935</id><published>2004-09-10T20:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T17:26:41.006-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had a late afternoon class and which allowed me to sleep in. my mommy was greatful enuf to wake me up then make me "chow fan" with some scrambled eggs and ham sorta a brunch. it was yummy. then she drove me to school. traffic was good for the first time. no more lateness. so i had a good day to start off - thanx in part to my mommy! *yay hehe then not much at school happened. yada-yada but still looking for secondary used books - they're so hard to find! don't really wanna pay full-price at the bookstore cuz my profs say we'll prolly only use half the material in the texts =P. as soon as my class ended, rushed like 1 km to make it to my bus. made it right on time! yay then reached into my pocket to get all my loose change that i had pre-calculated for the bus fare. haha it consisted of dimes and nickels. had to get rid of all that penny cash at home. gotta do that for the next few days. but i dont think they'll allow pennies =P. then the bus driver takes off his sunglasses and asks me if i remember him. then i give him a short glance and rmb that he was my driving instructor. ahhh.... i rmb i was a very good driver with him except until teh very last lesson. i made soo many mistakes that we both couldnt believe. he told me he wanted to live! lol and was angry that time cuz he thot i was acting crazy and forgot everything he taught me. well, i think he got past that and is thankful that i havent got into any accidents. oops i think i mighta just jinxed myself *crosses fingers. i think im a good driver :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960860-109484766742030935?l=jayao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/feeds/109484766742030935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960860&amp;postID=109484766742030935&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/109484766742030935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/109484766742030935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/2004/09/had-late-afternoon-class-and-which.html' title=''/><author><name>jayao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121200821933640088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/jay_and_lobster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960860.post-109465585435534436</id><published>2004-09-08T15:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T13:40:42.433-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had to wake up early today at 7 to get to school. had no time to change so just wore the same shirt i slept in and put on my blue jeans. headed downstairs to wait for my mommy to make me some breakfast. and guess what i ate?! oven baked pizza. yah syd rushed us to eat in the car.  then made it in time to drop off syd at the go train station. then off to go to school. mommy drove me down the highway and just as we were exiting the 404 onto finch, my mom makes a sudden halt and we get hit from behind! we were both okay but our back bumper is dented =( both me and my mommy panicked cuz we didnt know what to do. it was a guy in a cable company van who had hit us. thankfully he was patient and guided us through the procedures to our insurance and whatever. then headed off to school was 20 minutes late but it was okay didnt miss much. i like the sound of this professor thou. he explains everything so clearly. yay! that kept the stress level off a lil after the lil car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960860-109465585435534436?l=jayao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/feeds/109465585435534436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960860&amp;postID=109465585435534436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/109465585435534436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/109465585435534436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/2004/09/had-to-wake-up-early-today-at-7-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>jayao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121200821933640088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/jay_and_lobster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960860.post-109465521622631899</id><published>2004-09-07T15:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T16:09:06.846-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the first day of school was busy. saw a whole line of students just lining up to switch programs. i have to try to get back to study mode. i hate going to school. i hope this school year would go by quicker so i could switch or transfer into university rather than stay in college cuz i rather let my future employers see a diploma rather than a degree - or is it the other way around :S My only class today was marketing. At the start of every semester i always try to sound interested in the class. However, the professor has a Norwegian accent and even spoke in mono-tone and so that didnt help. Finally class was over and tried to look around for ppl i met before the summer. no luck. im a loner. but no-one cares cuz we're all loners. hmm... except can't find nitty. i think i'll call her to see where she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960860-109465521622631899?l=jayao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/feeds/109465521622631899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960860&amp;postID=109465521622631899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/109465521622631899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/109465521622631899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/2004/09/first-day-of-school-was-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>jayao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121200821933640088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/jay_and_lobster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960860.post-109191571993164847</id><published>2004-08-07T21:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T18:55:19.930-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this day sucks. staying home to study. well i guess it's good for me to get back into that study mode that i had last semester where i did really well. the house is all quiet since everyone is out enjoying the nice sunshine. and i feel that it's really hard to concentrate :S  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960860-109191571993164847?l=jayao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/feeds/109191571993164847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960860&amp;postID=109191571993164847&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/109191571993164847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/109191571993164847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/2004/08/this-day-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>jayao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121200821933640088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/jay_and_lobster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960860.post-109176342382345508</id><published>2004-08-06T03:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T00:37:03.823-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was so bored at school as usual. only had a cream of mushroom soup for lunch - which made mee soo hungry during class :p i was freezing in the class... it was sooo cold! too bad i was only wearing a t-shirt and jeans. yah when i came home i think i was sick so i went to take a nap. then someone called me and woke me up -_- it was alrite cuz i was gonna wake up soon but was just too lazy.  went out for dinner and was a little suprised that we were goin out for all you can eat japanese food. yah! was so hungry from kinda eating a small lunch. but was still feeling a bit sick. when we went into the restaurant my dad and grandpa were so fussy abt where they wanted to sit. they made the waiters very frustrated. but finally we sat inside one of those lil sheds.  they thot it was better but it was much harder for the waiters to see us to order more food.  we had this guy waiter and he wasnt doin a very good job. he'd always forget what we ordered or couldnt rush our orders.  then my daddy wanted to change waiters. we got a waitress and she was much more efficient.  yah my mommy sed that waitresses are so much smarter than waiters.  i promised someone i would eat a lot. ate so much sushi and salmon. but was feeling sick with a stuffy noise and sneezzing. in the end my tummy was full but had to eat green tea ice cream and mango jellloooo! mmm... yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960860-109176342382345508?l=jayao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/feeds/109176342382345508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960860&amp;postID=109176342382345508&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/109176342382345508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/109176342382345508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/2004/08/was-so-bored-at-school-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>jayao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121200821933640088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/jay_and_lobster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960860.post-109162916228627112</id><published>2004-08-04T14:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T11:22:31.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'>im back for a while</title><content type='html'>wow! i havent blogged in a long, longgggg time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went to school. got to see that girl in my class... i wish could get to talk to her for once.. haha. i always notice her writing notes in class... but they're not abt the lecture i dont think.. im not a stalker.. i just think she's really preetttyy thts all.. well then agen i think all girls are prettyyy = 0 wanted to get another TATOO after class but my mommy called me to pick me up haha.. dun worry kids its only airbrushed. =P) then my mommy drove me to finch station so i could go to the blue jays game. met up with my friend and we both headed towards the subway.... and all the way to skydome we were both so hungry cuz i didnt eat since breakfast =( watched the game.. wasnt exciting till the middle of the game.. my friend jenn was so funnyy.. she got so into the game with a lot of optimism... the guys sed the jays wouldnt come back from the deficit but jenn was like well we only need the batter to walk and then the next to walk and then the next... haha.. yah i wish it were that easy too. then the unthinkable happened.. they actaully walked the batters and the jays were winning. then we left. haha.. jennn is psychic! then we rushed back to commerce for bbt... bbt is always a place to go when u cant decide where to go. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960860-109162916228627112?l=jayao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/feeds/109162916228627112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960860&amp;postID=109162916228627112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/109162916228627112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/109162916228627112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-back-for-while.html' title='im back for a while'/><author><name>jayao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121200821933640088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/jay_and_lobster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960860.post-108983845622926331</id><published>2004-07-14T17:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T14:02:25.803-03:00</updated><title type='text'>im a lazy bum :(</title><content type='html'>havent blogged in a while... u could say i've been on a hiatus?!?! iono how to spell. :$ well to update u on the past month i've been lazy and very uninteresting.. yes u heard that right.. im a very boring person. but last night i went to see the notebook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960860-108983845622926331?l=jayao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/feeds/108983845622926331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960860&amp;postID=108983845622926331&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/108983845622926331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/108983845622926331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/2004/07/im-lazy-bum.html' title='im a lazy bum :('/><author><name>jayao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121200821933640088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/jay_and_lobster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960860.post-108692138843869000</id><published>2004-06-10T23:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T23:47:45.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'>eXpress ttc</title><content type='html'>i feel more energetic eversince my parents came back. yay! cuz while they were gone i felt so lazy and not energetic :$ i wasnt eatin rite. i always skipped meals and screwed up my body time. im glad they're back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got lost yet agen. no surprise!&lt;br /&gt;i had softball practice afterschool. so i decided to take the bus. took the bus from finch to don mills. then transfered to don mills after getting myself a slushie :) mmMmmMm... so then got off at steeles. k here's where i got lost. was goin on the bus. then i looked for the diamond. rang the bell on the bus. then mr bus driver told me he couldnt stop. :S then i was like wut!?!? why? i realized i was on the express bus. so then the bus stopped at the next main street which was bayview. so got off on bayview and crossed the street carefully to go backwards :$ so then i got on the next bus. watched when my stop was but then it happened yet agen! i went on another express! ergh!! lolz. so then got off on don mills yet agen actin like a fooL. so glad that ppl wouldnt worry who u were after u left the bus. so then i got on the rite bus, finally! lolz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960860-108692138843869000?l=jayao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/feeds/108692138843869000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960860&amp;postID=108692138843869000&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/108692138843869000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/108692138843869000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/2004/06/express-ttc.html' title='eXpress ttc'/><author><name>jayao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121200821933640088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/jay_and_lobster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960860.post-108665842512861481</id><published>2004-06-07T22:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T23:52:20.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'>trading spaces</title><content type='html'>so my parents came back on sat night and then left soon after on sunday afternoon. but i think i can manage. NOT. lolz. the only thing i cant do is cook. :$ so today i went to meet this girl that i wanted to meet for soo lonng! haha.. then went to surprise another girl. haha.. then went to pick up another girl to go watch troy. (yup im the biggest pimp) haha.. it was ok. so violent and lost cuz i didnt understand the story. im dumb. =P then went home to TRY to make dinner. so i was brave enuff to try. :) found some pasta. uncle ben's. called up a (girl) friend hehe to kinda teach me. so i looked in the box and it had 2 bags of pasta and 1 bag of seasoning. the pasta bag looked really tiny so i decided to add the two bags in. boy, was i wrong. there was so much pasta after i cooked it. oh and i had a lotta trouble during the process but ish too embarrassing. then around 8pm while i was just settling down to eat, i suddenly heard a loud bang. :-O i thot it came from the garage and thot there might be a stranger or worse a robber. ahh.. :-O so i went to check my front door. nothing. then went to the garage door. nothing. so went back to eat. =) the pasta was cold and lumpy. lolz. =P my friends called me to play tennis around 9. so then got ready and headed out the garage. but then to my suprise the garage door didnt open. it had snapped. so i figured that was the loud noise i heard. :-O so then i wanted to still go out to play tennis so i spontaneously tried to back the car outta the other garage door. boy, was i in for some deep trouble. i moved most of the stuff in the garage to allow me some space. (the skilled driver that i am) i was able to fix the car abt 120 degrees inside the garage. but then i stopped there. so i decided to call my friends who were playing tennis. they came over and helped me out. they were willing to help and having an engineering background at waterloo can be helpful. so then we tried different strategies and it took a long long while. then finally we solved it. got thru and felt so relieved!! teamwork and co-operation! this was definately like an episode of trading spaces. lolz. so now i owe my friends BIG!! possibly all you can eat ribs! i luv u guys man! friends forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960860-108665842512861481?l=jayao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/feeds/108665842512861481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960860&amp;postID=108665842512861481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/108665842512861481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/108665842512861481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/2004/06/trading-spaces.html' title='trading spaces'/><author><name>jayao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121200821933640088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/jay_and_lobster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960860.post-108612043402753332</id><published>2004-06-01T16:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T12:45:10.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'>put on a confident smile : )</title><content type='html'>so today my marketing teacher picks yet on students today. so the student is pretty muscular and he decides to wear this really really tight muscle shirt. my professor tells him that his shirt is way too small. then he makes a crack at how he has the worst wordrobe. then the student embarrasingly puts on his leather jacket. which also gets cracked upon by the professor. the reason why the professor made that commment was because the student was looking for attention and was mainly trying to show-off. truly cooL and confident ppl dont need to show-off. if u try to show-off you're more insecure. and ppl dont like insecure pplz. so the cooLest ppl are the ones that just try to act normal and mainly themselves and trying not to impress ppl. those are the cooLest pplz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i wrote a quiz in the test center today and the lady remembered me during exam week. she told me how i always bugged her to get a thesaurus / dictionary during the exam. then i made a joke and she cracked up lolz. i rmb saying "sorry i caused you a lotta trouble, i'll be back tmr! lolz." and so i met her agen today and she sed its ok. ur smile is all that counts. aww... ya i love to smile. so remember kids, put on a confident smile and everything else just seems to brighten up the rest of your day.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960860-108612043402753332?l=jayao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/feeds/108612043402753332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960860&amp;postID=108612043402753332&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/108612043402753332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/108612043402753332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/2004/06/put-on-confident-smile.html' title='put on a confident smile : )'/><author><name>jayao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121200821933640088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/jay_and_lobster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960860.post-108550905272037528</id><published>2004-05-25T15:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T15:17:32.720-03:00</updated><title type='text'>cologne and perfume</title><content type='html'>so i'm in marketing class, my favorite subject and class. and so the teacher always likes to walk around the room. then he gets this really strong odor sense. someone had been wearing too much cologne. haha. so like he makes fun of the guy. like how that guy cant get ne girls or dates so he has to resort to wearing cologne to attract them. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he tells something phychologically funny but true at the same time. he seys that u shouldnt wear cologne or perfume newhere! girls would always comment on another girl wearing perfume and guys would comment on the guys perfume but never against the other sex. girls would be like, "i cant believe she had teh nerve to wear calvin klien or chanelle" haha.. and guys would be like to other guys "i can't believe he's wearing dkny" *flicks hand in the air* lolz gummi! *girly hands* haha lolz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my professor seys that everyone has that natural tendancy to look at the same sex. for instance in the gym. when a guy's working out, and as a guy, you would kinda descretely glance at his body. and this would be totally natural. cuz ppl like to compare ourselves with other ppl. in a marketing sense we are competing with each other. haha.. yes funny. u guys think it's so gay but i know u all do this. and this goes for girls too! yup! lolz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960860-108550905272037528?l=jayao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/feeds/108550905272037528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960860&amp;postID=108550905272037528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/108550905272037528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/108550905272037528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/2004/05/cologne-and-perfume.html' title='cologne and perfume'/><author><name>jayao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121200821933640088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/jay_and_lobster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960860.post-108515065247288150</id><published>2004-05-21T11:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T11:45:07.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>class got cancelled today. yeepie! but it's the funniest course. boo. neways. longer weekend! yay! saw so many car accidents near my street. two car accidents in the same spot on 2 consecutive days. no coincidence. kooL. no i meant horrible. =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was walking along campus outside. i saw a flock of geese together. there were two geese and tiny little chicks that followed them ... aww..... wut a cute family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh saw "annie" the school musical. so cooL. never seen it before but the actors and actresses did a very excellent job. was singing along the way back home. :'p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whaohoo.. weekend of fun with janny! but the weather guy sed it's gonna pour rain. boo. but we're hardcore players! HUSTLERS! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960860-108515065247288150?l=jayao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/feeds/108515065247288150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960860&amp;postID=108515065247288150&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/108515065247288150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/108515065247288150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/2004/05/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>jayao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121200821933640088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/jay_and_lobster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960860.post-108468606857772450</id><published>2004-05-16T02:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T02:47:02.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'>first official outdoor softball practice</title><content type='html'>so went out to practice eventhough the wheather hasnt been that kind to us like the cold wind but teh rain cleared up. so glad we were finally able to see the team on the field. our first drill was a running relay. so like we run around the bases competing against another team. k i went and tried to round the first base but i slipped and fell and got many bruises on my hand and elbow. =P ya it stinged for a while and began to sit out but then i went out and showed some real team spirit and dedication! haha.. yup. however, i wasnt feeling too great about my athletic performance. i had thrown awefully, batted softly, and fielded like crap. haha. but i felt so much appreciation from the team and that's all that counts is if you tried your best. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960860-108468606857772450?l=jayao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/feeds/108468606857772450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960860&amp;postID=108468606857772450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/108468606857772450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/108468606857772450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/2004/05/first-official-outdoor-softball.html' title='first official outdoor softball practice'/><author><name>jayao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121200821933640088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/jay_and_lobster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960860.post-108450327534223447</id><published>2004-05-13T23:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T13:45:53.946-03:00</updated><title type='text'>moronic mormons!</title><content type='html'>school was alright today. then went home at 5 and get ready for mike jr. farewell dinner party. got home and no one was home. was chattin with a friend and around 6, the door bell rang. my mom would always tell me never to open them in case robbers would come in and rob us. but i always felt there was no harm. so i decided to open teh door. there were 2 gentlemen standing in front of my door wearing dress shirts and ties. they told me they were missionaries. they went on to ask me if i had a religion. i told them christianity. they told me this weird story about this boy named joseph smith.. some story about where he's leaning on a tree. he looks up to teh sky and see's this bright light. then joseph believes that he saw god or jesus christ??! okay, so like these 2 gentlemen at my door told me that he's the real prophet. and like they're trying to use us as prophets or watever to spread a gospel. oh and like they told me that like there are a lot of viewpoints and they want to narrow down the viewpoints into one. for example, there are a lot of christian churches who preach a different viewpoint. and like they're trying to correct all those viewpoints and like make just one viewpoint where everyone can agree upon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the conversation, they wanted to meet with me to try to "inform" me. anxious and gullable and naive that the person that i am, i felt excited to make an appointment with them. asked them if they wanted to come as a guest to our church. they responded by neglecting to go and would rather talk independantly. decided to think upon meeting at the community center. so we exchanged numbers but i was reluctant to give him my home so i gave him my cell. told them to call me on saturday and see if i wanna see them on monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh...!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, im a very naive person and very gullable. but smart. so as soon as i sent them a goodbye, i went to talk to someone online. they told me that they were either jw or mormons. ahh.. i looked back at their card and it said mormons.org! ahh..! my friend told me they were bad. i believe in christianity and none of this crap! thanx *friend* but i still gotta talk to more ppl i trust about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k went to mike jr's party. and talked to some of my youth groupies. ya. they told me that they were nonsense. ripped the card and told me to forget these morons! yah! that's right foo! told me not to go cuz i or anyone would feel intimidated to go. cuz there's two of them and one of me. what if they wanted to rob me or kidnap me? so yah. but now that i think about it, this is really ridiculous. maybe i'll go and just listen and try to contain my laughter. haha.. my youth groupies are so jokes. they're telling me mormons are the devil. yep! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960860-108450327534223447?l=jayao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/feeds/108450327534223447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960860&amp;postID=108450327534223447&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/108450327534223447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/108450327534223447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/2004/05/moronic-mormons.html' title='moronic mormons!'/><author><name>jayao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121200821933640088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/jay_and_lobster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960860.post-108447525207915990</id><published>2004-05-13T16:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T16:07:32.080-03:00</updated><title type='text'>happy belated mommy's day!</title><content type='html'>my mommy loves me and jay loves his mommy! i just love all the things that she did for me this past year. she was always there to talk or lend a shoulder to mee. we`ve grown closer and closer each and every day. she`s the bestest mommy i could ever ever could wish for. she`s so spechal! haha.. i know that all the mommy`s out there are spechal but mine is extra spechal! haha... lol (jealousy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960860-108447525207915990?l=jayao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/feeds/108447525207915990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960860&amp;postID=108447525207915990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/108447525207915990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/108447525207915990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/2004/05/happy-belated-mommys-day.html' title='happy belated mommy&apos;s day!'/><author><name>jayao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121200821933640088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/jay_and_lobster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960860.post-108442180134424177</id><published>2004-05-13T00:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T01:30:28.400-03:00</updated><title type='text'>second day of skooL</title><content type='html'>went to a class called student success to achieve in college. ya. it's supposed to be a bird course but i really am excited about each and every course including this one. cuz i think it will go deeper into what type of learner and person i am thru interaction. i really like lectures and stuff cuz im a oral learner. i cant learn by copying notes on teh board. well.. depending on the subject (like math and science u need) but im in business so it's all about interaction and oral presentations. and no, im not excited to go to my canadian globalization class just cuz there's a really hot asian girl.. well, ish one of the few, but REGARDLESS, im really interested in the course ITSELF! *ahem bec. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before this week i really prayed to god that i would be able to do all my exams on the exam week of august. cuz im goin to europe on the tuesday and exams start on monday as they presumed. so like i went to my four classes so far and like im so happy! only one outta the four courses have exams. still gota go to my bus. class tmr to see if i have an exam there. if i dont have one than that'll just mean i have one final exam the week of august!! yah.. cuz i kno that retreat is that weekend, and im really really really looking forward to goin to it! i would be really really really crushed if i couldnt go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to cell group for the first time! so great. such a great feeling. i cant believe i didnt go in the past. i know that having a cell group will really really really help me out spiritually and just to catch up on each others' weeks since everyone is so busy with work. for those on co-op or university/college or for anyone balancing school and work, it's funny how when ur at school, u wish u had a full time job. then when u get a full time job u wish u went back to school. vice versa.  did that come out right?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. yah thanx for those few ppl who actually read my blog. please feel free to put any comments. i truly welcome any type of critism. ya. i'll try to update this daily or bi-daily. then weekly, then monthly, semi-annually, then annually, well.. i'll see how busy i am thesse next few days. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960860-108442180134424177?l=jayao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/feeds/108442180134424177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960860&amp;postID=108442180134424177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/108442180134424177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/108442180134424177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/2004/05/second-day-of-skool.html' title='second day of skooL'/><author><name>jayao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121200821933640088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/jay_and_lobster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960860.post-108433585338062046</id><published>2004-05-12T01:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T01:24:13.380-03:00</updated><title type='text'>my first day of skooL!</title><content type='html'>haha.. summer skooL that is.. u mighta been thinkin` i was goin back to grade one! haha.. lolz shuddup! k went to marketing class, and my professor is the most hilarious guy! he is such a jokeR! he makes so many jokes and sarcastic faceS at you! haha.. laughin the whole time! almost got a heartache. im gonna love goin to this class every week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it`s so empty in here! there`s hardly anyone! but i made a friend in my marketing class. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to play pooL. yes, the pooL hustleR that i am, i went on to play for 5 consecutive games. then played some jitz with the few ppl that were there. they offered to let me play since they were short one. yah. i love jitZ and pooL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to my canadian globalization class. the teacher was such a nice teacher. she was a grannY. haha.. eventhough she kinda mumbbles im enjoying the rest of the semester in this class cuz there`s this really hot asian girl! so hot! haha.. lolz. to be continued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960860-108433585338062046?l=jayao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/feeds/108433585338062046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960860&amp;postID=108433585338062046&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/108433585338062046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960860/posts/default/108433585338062046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayao.blogspot.com/2004/05/my-first-day-of-skool.html' title='my first day of skooL!'/><author><name>jayao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121200821933640088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://yuppyboi.homestead.com/files/jay_and_lobster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
