<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736</id><updated>2012-01-12T12:52:43.601+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Jeiganet Online</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-6270114468098969641</id><published>2009-12-10T23:52:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T00:08:48.188+13:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you?</title><content type='html'>Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am i trying to picture in my head?&lt;br /&gt;Drawers block v_v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cant tell. Today is not my best of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is this person in my thoughts? What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice this person all the time. It raises my curiosity every time i see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can usually create an assumption of a persons personality in my mind but not this person. And in the most fundamental ways. SERIOUSLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its probably best not to approach until i have more certainty. My aim is not to embarrass. I just have a desire to know awkward things. Things you shouldn't ask a stranger but can only receive the truth from such a person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO NOT KNOW SUCH AN EASY OBSERVATION!! Even when i stare at you so hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-6270114468098969641?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/6270114468098969641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=6270114468098969641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/6270114468098969641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/6270114468098969641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-are-you.html' title='What are you?'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-6746191267883585317</id><published>2009-03-09T07:32:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T07:44:51.156+13:00</updated><title type='text'>You Raise Me Up</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Mae is feeling up to it, she'll be singing this song in class on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it goes fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;&lt;br /&gt;When troubles come and my heart burdened be;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,&lt;br /&gt;Until you come and sit awhile with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up: To more than I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up: To more than I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no life - no life without its hunger;&lt;br /&gt;Each restless heart beats so imperfectly;&lt;br /&gt;But when you come and I am filled with wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up: To more than I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up: To more than I can be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Tube Versions:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TuPR41Ab_34&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-6746191267883585317?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/6746191267883585317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=6746191267883585317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/6746191267883585317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/6746191267883585317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-raise-me-up.html' title='You Raise Me Up'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-2773679055171636649</id><published>2009-02-22T18:19:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T19:54:21.706+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Robot Chicken ftw!!</title><content type='html'>Goodie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i figured out how to transfer my blog posts to Facebook, lets see how some video embedding will work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GeDYwFsXAuU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GeDYwFsXAuU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: Best part of that video is the impression of Boba Fett. probably cos a Kiwi played Boba in the movies xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-2773679055171636649?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/2773679055171636649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=2773679055171636649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/2773679055171636649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/2773679055171636649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2009/02/test.html' title='Robot Chicken ftw!!'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-9100555348015257547</id><published>2009-02-22T12:54:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:34:40.534+13:00</updated><title type='text'>To Maintain A Healthy Level Of Insanity:</title><content type='html'>This entry is just a test for my new blog design, and to see if the 'show in facebook' function is working alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways lets get back to it&lt;br /&gt;Toodledoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tips To Maintain A Healthy Level Of Insanity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At Lunch Time, Sit In Your Parked Car With Sunglasses on and point a Hair Dryer At Passing Cars.  See If They Slow Down.&lt;br /&gt;2. Page Yourself Over The Intercom. Don't Disguise Your Voice!&lt;br /&gt;3. Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something, ask If They Want Fries with that.&lt;br /&gt;4. Put Decaf In The Coffee Maker For 3 Weeks.  Once Everyone has Gotten Over Their Caffeine Addictions, Switch to Espresso.&lt;br /&gt;5. In the Memo Field Of All Your Checks, Write ' For Marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;6. Skip down the hall Rather Than Walk and see how many looks you get.&lt;br /&gt;7 Order a Diet Water whenever you go out to eat, with a serious face.&lt;br /&gt;8. Specify That Your Drive-through Order Is 'To Go'.&lt;br /&gt;9. Sing Along At The Opera.&lt;br /&gt;10. Five Days In Advance, Tell Your Friends You Can't Attend Their Party Because You have a headache.&lt;br /&gt;11. When The Money Comes Out The ATM, Scream 'I Won! I Won!'&lt;br /&gt;12. When Leaving the Zoo, Start Running towards the Parking lot, Yelling  'Run For Your Lives!  They're Loose!'&lt;br /&gt;13. Tell Your Children Over Dinner, 'Due To The Economy, We Are Going To Have To Let One Of You Go.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And The Final Way To Keep A Healthy Level Of Insanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. PICK UP A BOX OF CONDOMS AT THE PHARMACY, GO TO THE COUNTER AND ASK WHERE THE FITTING ROOM IS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-9100555348015257547?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/9100555348015257547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=9100555348015257547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/9100555348015257547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/9100555348015257547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-maintain-healthy-level-of-insanity-1.html' title='To Maintain A Healthy Level Of Insanity:'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-750656294656435914</id><published>2008-04-21T15:12:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T15:27:12.068+12:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be happy when...</title><content type='html'>- - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, such a long time ago that i recieved these words.&lt;br /&gt;Words that were meant to be read but have been lost to time.&lt;br /&gt;Today i bring back a few. Mission completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married, have a baby, then another. Then we are frustrated that the kids aren't old enough and we'll be more content when they are. After that, we're frustrated that we have teenagers to deal with. We will certainly be happy when they are out of that stage. We tell ourselves that our life will be complete when our spouse gets his or her act together, when we get a nicer car, when we are able to go on a nice vacation or when we retire.  The truth is there's no better time to be happy than right now. If not now, when? Your life will always be filled with challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's best to admit this to yourself and decide to be happy anyway. Happiness is the way. So, treasure every moment that you have and treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time with ... and remember that time waits for no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, stop waiting ... &lt;br /&gt;Until your car or home is paid off. &lt;br /&gt;Until you get a new car or home. &lt;br /&gt;Until your kids leave the house. &lt;br /&gt;Until you go back to school. &lt;br /&gt;Until you finish school. &lt;br /&gt;Until you lose 10 lbs. &lt;br /&gt;Until you gain 10 lbs. &lt;br /&gt;Until you get married. &lt;br /&gt;Until you get a divorce. &lt;br /&gt;Until you have kids. &lt;br /&gt;Until you retire. &lt;br /&gt;Until summer.. &lt;br /&gt;Until spring. &lt;br /&gt;Until winter. &lt;br /&gt;Until fall. &lt;br /&gt;Until you die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no better time than right now to be happy. Happiness is a journey, not a destination.  So work like you don't need money, love like you've never been hurt, &lt;br /&gt;and, dance like no one's watching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-750656294656435914?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/750656294656435914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=750656294656435914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/750656294656435914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/750656294656435914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2008/04/ill-be-happy-when.html' title='I&apos;ll be happy when...'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-7194241499941014705</id><published>2007-12-11T00:44:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T01:47:53.087+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Something About Us - DAFT PUNK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It might not be the right time&lt;br /&gt;I might not be the right one&lt;br /&gt;But there's something about us I want to say&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's something between us anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not be the right one&lt;br /&gt;It might not be the right time&lt;br /&gt;But there's something about us I've got to do&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of secret I will share with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you more than anything in my life&lt;br /&gt;I want you more than anything in my life&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you more than anyone in my life&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than anyone in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-7194241499941014705?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/7194241499941014705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=7194241499941014705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/7194241499941014705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/7194241499941014705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2007/12/something-about-us-daft-punk.html' title='Something About Us - DAFT PUNK'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-785563398509919092</id><published>2007-12-02T08:17:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T08:31:48.095+13:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="big_font"&gt; WEEZER LYRICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="std_font"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"My Best Friend"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything is wrong I'll come talk to you&lt;br /&gt;You make things alright when I'm feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are such a blessing and I wont be messing&lt;br /&gt;with the one thing that brings light to all my darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my best friend&lt;br /&gt;and I love you, and I love you&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no other one who can take your place&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy inside when I see your face&lt;br /&gt;I hope you believe me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I speak sincerely&lt;br /&gt;and I mean it when I tell you that I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my best friend&lt;br /&gt;and I love you, and I love you&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here right beside you&lt;br /&gt;I will never leave you&lt;br /&gt;and I feel the pain you feel when you start crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my best friend&lt;br /&gt;and I love you, and I love you&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my best friend&lt;br /&gt;and I love you, and I love you&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do...&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-785563398509919092?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/785563398509919092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=785563398509919092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/785563398509919092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/785563398509919092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-best-friend.html' title='My Best Friend'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-8945759915286484959</id><published>2007-11-22T21:46:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T08:51:52.534+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Incubus Lyrics - Love Hurts</title><content type='html'>Attached below are the lyrics of an song by the band Incubus. I posted it up on here because i have dedicated myself to learn the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE 29/11/07: This song has caused me to write up analytical statements about myself, which are below the lyrics, if anyone cares to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;BEGIN&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we drink to youth&lt;br /&gt;And holding fast the truth&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to lose what I had as a boy&lt;br /&gt;My heart still has a beat&lt;br /&gt;But love is now a feat&lt;br /&gt;As common as a cold day in L.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I'm alone I wonder&lt;br /&gt;Is there a spell that I am under&lt;br /&gt;Keeping me from seeing the real thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it's a good hurt&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;Love sings&lt;br /&gt;When it transcends the bad things&lt;br /&gt;Have a heart and try me&lt;br /&gt;'cause without love I won't survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fettered and abused&lt;br /&gt;Stand naked and accused&lt;br /&gt;Should I surface, this one-man submarine?&lt;br /&gt;I only want the truth!&lt;br /&gt;So tonight we drink to youth!&lt;br /&gt;I'll never lose what I had as a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I'm alone I wonder&lt;br /&gt;Is there a spell that I am under&lt;br /&gt;Keeping me from seeing the real thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it's a good hurt&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;Love sings&lt;br /&gt;When it transcends the bad things&lt;br /&gt;Have a heart and try me&lt;br /&gt;'cause without love I won't survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without love I won't survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it's a good hurt&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;Love sings&lt;br /&gt;When it transcends the bad things&lt;br /&gt;Have a heart and try me&lt;br /&gt;'cause without love I won't survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts, ohhh-oh ohh&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts&lt;br /&gt;Without love I won't survive&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts la-la-la-la-la-la oh&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts&lt;br /&gt;Without love I won't survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;FINITO&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually never listen to the words of a song. I think of the vocals as just another instrument, a simple sound combining with the other instruments, but not something that has expressed a thought or statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts that do arise are unique to me, because they are created by how the sounds emotionally sway me at that point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why when i was growing up, i found it very easy to enjoy techno, electronica and rap/hip-hop/r&amp;amp;b music. With alot of techno music, they just repeat the same words over and over again and the brain starts to ignore them. With rap there are soo many words squished into the one song, the only words people can remember is the chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i am a very simple minded person. The beat and the simple sounds are all i need to please the soul. Perhaps thats why i dont usually listen to 'white people music'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White people analyse too much. they hurt too much. Instead of black and white they meddle in the grey area way too much. They are frustrated and over-sexed, or severely under-sexed. And this is expressed in their music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats what i think anyway. Sometimes i think white people make life way too hard on themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its very hard for me to  instantly like their music. It has to be ground down, worked in and repeated severally. The trigger for me to like Caucasian tunes is women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think a women is damn sexy, their musical appetite seems to grow on me. From Sara and her lips on the hilltops [back in my highschool days],  to Karen and her miniskirts at the Big Day Out  - women and their charms have broadened my tolerances to this overly angry/sad/over-analytical music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song above, 'Love Hurts', would never have been noticed by me if Karen hadn't mentioned it in her journal. The band 'Queen' would be nothing if not for Sophia. The Dandy Warholes, Muse, Metallica, The Strokes, The Living End, Oasis, The Cure, Green Day - they would have meant nothing to me without women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first actual blog post i've made in months. And of course it lingers on about women, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. Shit i must be the horniest little blighter this side of West Auckland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen, dont you say anything! i know your laughing, cut that out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-8945759915286484959?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/8945759915286484959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=8945759915286484959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/8945759915286484959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/8945759915286484959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-hurts-music-video-lyrics.html' title='Incubus Lyrics - Love Hurts'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-5407148672471901965</id><published>2007-11-22T21:36:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T21:39:28.306+13:00</updated><title type='text'>How to be crazy</title><content type='html'>This is one of things on my 'most desired things in life' list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following script below is totally not mine.&lt;br /&gt;i got it off http://users.tkk.fi/~adent/crazy.html&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was pretty awesome:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;How to be CRAZY ?  &lt;img src="http://users.tkk.fi/%7Eadent/smiley.gif" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;Getting started:&lt;/h2&gt;  Going crazy is actually very easy - all you need to do is to stop thinking the way everybody else is thinking and come up with some original thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Everybody else will immediately think you have gone crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well, of course, unless you express your original thoughts by creating something that might be understood as art. In this case people will assume that you are an artist. But on the other hand because artists are widely considered to be crazy you'll end up getting it right anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So there's really nothing to it. Getting crazy is a piece of cake. Believe me - I've done it a number of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;h2&gt;Staying crazy:&lt;/h2&gt;  Now here's when things get difficult. For some odd reason other people hate it if someone is acting crazy - it really bugs them.  So they will immediately start to guide you back to being normal. And they'll use any means availaible - first they'll persuade you gently &lt;i&gt;"to just think like everybody else is thinking"&lt;/i&gt;. But if that doesn't help then they will gradually start to get more serious about turning you back into "normal". In fact it gets pretty nasty from here on. They'll pump you full of drugs, lead high voltage through your head and eventually turn you into a pumpking. This of course means that they have succesfully cured you because pumpkins sure as hell don't think originally and therefore can't be crazy either, can they ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I really don't know why people think it is so terribly dangerous to be crazy - maybe it's written down somewhere in that really old book, whose name I cannot remember at he moment... You know - the one that has lots of weird and obsolete rules and commands in it. And a lot of things about wars and killing in the name of some old fellow with a beard. Oh yes: The bible, that's what it's called - I remember it now.  But let's forget fairy tails and bed time reading for a while and get back to business, i.e. staying crazy succesfully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The trick of course is to &lt;strong&gt;BE CRAZY WITHOUT SHOWING IT&lt;/strong&gt;. And this is very difficult indeed. When you are dealing with other people you have to act as if you were just like them - normal. Simple you might think ? You guessed wrong...Let me tell you why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You have to constantly look out for two major mistakes. First one, the one that most beginners in being crazy make, is that they pay too much attention to acting normal and gradually stop being crazy and &lt;strong&gt;end up being normal&lt;/strong&gt;. This of course means a total failure as far as being crazy is considered, not to mention that the effort of getting crazy in the first place gets waisted and you have to start everything from the beginning again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The other common mistake is consentrating too much on being crazy and accidently showing signs of craziness in front of people. All you need to do is to slip out something that people find difficult to understand. Something like &lt;i&gt;"I would like to do this just because there isn't a reason not to do it"&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;"Have you ever stopped to think that there are no reasons at all for our existance except the ones that we have made up ourselves ?"&lt;/i&gt;. Oh boy - you'll be in a lot of trouble. Well, unless you are extremely lucky and the person you are talking to is also trying to be crazy. If this is the case you'll probably get away with it because the other person is consentrating so much on not to show that he/she is trying to be crazy that they won't have the time to notice that you slipped out something unusual. But this happens very rarely because, lets face it, being crazy is a very underrated sport with few serious enthusiasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So most likely the person you are talking to is just an average Joe thinking the average way - at least up to the point when you slip out something that strikes odd to him/her. This will naturally get his/hers thoughts all messed up for a while and places you under immmediate suspicion. However, responding very quickly to your own mistake might still save the situation. Trying to pass the whole thing as a funny joke is definitely recommed: Make a big grin, laugh at yourself and mumble something about the three men in a falling aeroplane with only two parashutes. Absolutely anything (exept other unusual thoughts) will do. Just get the other persons mind of your "slip". Make him feel comfortably about forgetting that odd idea you brough up and you'll get away scot free. This might take some practice but eventually you will get the hang of it and thereby you'll need to pay less attention on acting normal and consequently have more time to concentrate in being crazy. So practice indeed is the key to success in the field of craziness just like it is in football or alpine skiing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;h2&gt;So you have succeeded in being crazy for a longer period of time - what's the point of it ?&lt;/h2&gt;  Being crazy is actually very good for you. In more ways than one might think. First of all you don't have to worry about going crazy - &lt;strong&gt;you already are. &lt;/strong&gt; Pieceful mind is guaranteed. And there's lots more. For once you don't have to stress about being so succesfull - You are crazy, remember ? Crazy people don't usually do that well in life so no matter how badly you perform you don't need loose any sleep over it. And you can always feel good about the fact that you have succeeded in being crazy. After all that is not an easy task while considering all those problems involved with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And last but not the least:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; World will finally make some sense for you. Everybody is always saying that things are going crazier /1/ day by day so if you manage to go along and be crazy, everything is going to look quite locigal to you and you'll end up worring a lot less about the world and instead spend more time being happy with it. And you should also keep in mind that being crazy is absolutely free of cost. No expensive club memberships or equipment are needed. So one could really say that going crazy is for everyone. And to top it off it's even safe on the enviroment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;h2&gt;So try it out - go CRAZY !&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-5407148672471901965?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/5407148672471901965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=5407148672471901965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/5407148672471901965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/5407148672471901965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-to-be-crazy.html' title='How to be crazy'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-3966256998643495292</id><published>2007-08-08T13:08:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T13:19:24.697+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone tried to con me!</title><content type='html'>Man, someone tried to pull one of these on my Grandmother once (well her one was a lottery one), and i was quite afraid for her because she wasn't listening to my advice to be careful, as it really didnt sound right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick and stern rant from my mom convinced her to think more into it. And now they are trying it on me. How sad - dont they know that i am a paranoia master?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING! PUT YOUR PANTS BACK ON YOU SICKO!!&lt;br /&gt;...AND STOP TOUCHING THAT!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this email, type in the senders name in google, or check out www.scamomatic.com. My results from Scam-O-Matic are shown below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a shame that we cant trust people like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EMAIL START&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From Miss Josephine Hadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12 Bp 1046 Abidjan Cote D'ivoire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;West Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;+22508556419&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hi Dearest One,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With due respect, trust and humanity, I write to you this proposal which I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;believe would be of great interest to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;permit me to inform you of my desire of going into business relationship with you .l must not hesitate to confide in you for this simple and sincere business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;l am Miss Josephine Hadi, the only daughter of late Engr and Mrs Samuel Hadi.My father was an Engineer and Contractor with the Government of Cote D'ivoire in Abidjan here, the economic capital of Ivory Coast, he was poissoned to death by his business associates on one of their outings on business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My mother died on the 20th october 1988 and my father took me so special because l am motherless. Before the death of my father on 29th november 2004 in a private hospital here in Abidjan, he secretly called me on his bedside,when I sat down to listen to him, he started crying, why?(1)He conplained that I am too young to be managing my life,(2)That I have not finished my university education as he planned for me,(3)No body to take care of me again as a young girl, but after much crying, he still passed an instruction to me that he has a sum of US$8.000.000.(Eight Million United States Dollars) left in a Security Company here in Abidjan, That he used my name as the only daughter for his next of kin in deposit of the funds. He also explained to me that it was because of this wealth that he was posisoned by his business associates,that l should seek for a God fearing foreign partner in a country of my choice where l will transfer this money and use it for proper investment purpose ,that I must finish my university education by the help of a business partner abroad,That he or she should help me obtain a resident permit in his or her country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He also gave an out standing instrution to the company that the money must be invest outside this country . and it was deposited as an Artworks to avoid problem or tamparing by the officers of the company.before use, this is to make sure that I did not begin to make use of the money here so that his enemies will not get at me. Sir, I am now ready to do all these since my father my bread winner is no more. Sir l am honourable seeking your assistance in the following ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(1)To serve as my gaurdian in your country while I will depend on your expert advise since l am a girl of 19 years.(2)To make arrangement for me to come over to your country in order to further my university education and to secure a residential permit for me in your country.Moreover sir,l am willing to offer you 35% of the total sum as Compensation for your effort/input after the successfull transfer of this funds to your account overseas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Furthermore, you can indicate your option towards assisting me as l believed that this project would be concluded within fourteen (14) days you signify interest to assist me. Hoping to hearing from you soonest. May God bless you as you extend your helping hand to a needy fellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yours Sincerly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss Josephine Hadi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;+22508556419&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EMAIL FIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE RESULTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The message you submitted has been checked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Please carefully review the following Scam-O-Matic results:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   * This email looks like an orphan scam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   * The following phrases should put you on alert:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;  "dearest one,": a common phrase found in 419 scams&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"a security company ": this will cost you money - be careful with upfront payments to anyone you only know through email, especially if they promise you a lot of money.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"million united states dollars": they want you to be blinded by the prospect of quick money, but the only money that ever changes hands in 419 scams is from you to the criminals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"abidjan": a location commonly mentioned in 419 scams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"god fearing ": scammers in West Africa like to use religious phrases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you for using Scam-O-Matic. If you found the results from this check useful then please mention www.scamomatic.com to your friends, family and co-workers, so they can also use it to check out and report suspicious emails that may have been sent to them by criminals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Once you have received any scam emails, it means the scammers know your email address. You will probably receive further scam emails. Therefore we recommend that you bookmark www.scamomatic.com (Ctrl+D) in your web browser for when you may need it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DISCLAIMER: While we try to give appropriate advice in the greatest number of cases, we must decline responsibilty for any mistakes that may occur. We encourage you to do your own research on the internet (for example, search on Google) and using other information sources. Get informed, talk to people you trust (your family, friends, your bank, local police) and then act accordingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-3966256998643495292?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/3966256998643495292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=3966256998643495292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/3966256998643495292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/3966256998643495292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2007/08/someone-tried-to-con-me.html' title='Someone tried to con me!'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-2598644790213046414</id><published>2007-07-24T18:07:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T18:08:16.475+12:00</updated><title type='text'>I need more time</title><content type='html'>God is punishing me for procrastinating... my brain is burning.&lt;br /&gt;im so sorry everybody&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-2598644790213046414?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/2598644790213046414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=2598644790213046414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/2598644790213046414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/2598644790213046414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-need-more-time.html' title='I need more time'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-8821348046005245178</id><published>2007-07-08T19:34:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T11:02:10.736+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, just another enjoyable weekend</title><content type='html'>Current Location: my busted-ass computer chair, in my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Itchy&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Hinoi Team - Night Of Fire, Beautiful - Snoop Dogg feat. Pharrell, Eva Mendes smooching Will Smith - Hitch (movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not very good at work. I must have problems with prioritizing and scheduling, cos i never seem to complete all the tasks that i assign myself. In these times my ol' uni lecturer Sue's advice comes to mind yet again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Failing to plan is planning to fail"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i can say that.... AAAAHT!! this was meant to be a weekend blog damnit! NO WORK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday ended quite well for me. Lil K and Stephie wanted to hang out with stu-bob and i, but we couldnt figure out what to do with the limited financial resources we had, along with the bad weather that was all around. Usually when you have no money, the great outdoors can keep you entertained free of charge; unfortunately none of us wanted to catch cold. I had sent a txt to a motley collection of friends for any suggestions, but only one responded. Xanth the realm queen suggested that i drown them in a swimming pool. No seriously, thats what she wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....yeeeeah; thanks Xanth. such a sinister girl - your lucky that your physical attractiveness overcomes your evil-ness ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with the original plan failed, Karii came to rescue me from friday night emptyness. turns out she food poisoned herself and was all alone - so hey it was a perfect time to catch up and cheer up. I arrived fully equipped with sparkling mineral water and jello cups - apparently&lt;br /&gt;the safest things to eat when food poisoned without puking afterwards, and we watched a bit of TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It then came to my attention how Karii and her brother Jorge look like the two main characters of the tv sitcom "The New Adventures Of Old Christine" - we mused about how that may be a possible future for the two. Even more amusing, since in this episode they were talking about how Christine cant find the will-power to dump this butt ugly stalker dude, cos he's exceptionally skilled at using his mouth 'down there'. a 'Champ' if i remember the words correctly :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was good seeing Karii again, we always find something to talk about... shortly after the darling lil Lucci cam back from her day with the grandparents, and then Luke came back from work. I did feel odd, with Luke finding me in his bedroom with karen in the bed (ha ha dont worry, i was perched on a computer chair on the side) and its always great to see Lucci, who seems to get more  and more beautiful every day. yes Karii, i read your recent blog entry -  and her looks are are 50/50 combination of you and luke -  which means her beauty does come from you; since Luke isnt at all that beautiful :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in a panic on saturday, as i had some sort of allergic reaction. The dinner i had last night must of had some kind of milk product in it, cos certain parts of me went all swollen, and unfortunately no im not talking about my penis :p I managed to get the day off work, which was nice, but having a physical deformality as well kinda ruined my aquired free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended my cousin Darcy's 1st birthday instead, which was great cos i hadnt seen him for a while now, as well as his mom and dad, my grandma, and the new house they recently moved into. Its a real charming place, tucked in a busy mt roskill area - but the peaceful feeling of the place was heavily distorted by the ranting and hooting of naughty children. Geez indonesian kids are down-right rascals; i completely forgot (i was exactly the same i suppose). Many a time i felt like giving my cousin victor a boot up the ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darcy though was still the handsome young man that i last saw, now walking along with a contented smile on his face. He really enjoyed his bday, and all the great (and some weird) presents that he recieved. My present wasnt there, so i must remember to bring it over soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta say man, Uncle Chris was a real sport that day. he took all the mongrel indo kids (about 6 in total) to the cinemas to watch transformers, a movie that he really didnt like (and didnt end up watching). and dont think that looking after mongrel indo kids is easy - he even forked out a few bucks for each kid so that they could play at the arcade games. Me and Cyn came along too to help him. We managed to get through the day without the kids causing too much trouble, though Victor was being quite a rude lil punk during the movie. i wanted to lock him in a rubbish can and roll it round for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had already watched Transformers with Zobie and Stu-bob the other week, and it was okay but not as good as everyone said. It was one of those movies where you would pretend to be a director and say things in your head like "oh NO thats so wrong, thats not the way its supposed to be, you should have done it like THAT...". the graphics were awesome, but it was a movie that seriously needed a plot change, it was so wrong compared to what the actual transformers story was like (which overall would have been alot more entertaining). you know how there are some real awesome marvel comic movies (like spiderman), and then some real crap ones (like the hulk)? Well Transformers was definately the hulk material. Oh i dunno - i guess im too much of a hardcore transformers fan, a know-it-all on the topic lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and to add insult to injury (for an over-obsessed transformers fanboy), my favourite character, Starscream  the Decepticon, only had about one line! AND he didnt have his slick blood red paint job, didnt do his trademark evil guy laugh, and didnt try to boot megaton of his high horse and assume command! its just wrong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ahem. i think i need a girlfriend lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAANYWAY. okay, so we brought the kids back to the house afterwards, and i spent more time with family. Its great seeig them all in one place, and seeing how they have changed over time. The adults however kept pestering me about getting married to a good muslim girl, which would miraculously lead me to living a perfectly happy future. Not very likely aunties - i am not going to roll with that, as i've already decided that your choice of religion means nothing to me when it comes to my attraction to a girl. unless, possibly, if your a satanist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, if i have the willpower, my next blog entry is going to be about those rants my aunties keep giving me, and 'Why Jei doesnt have a girlfriend yet", a topic that might prove interesting to the few that read this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... NUP thats it for the blog entry today. A very good friday and saturday. sunday i slept all day, and made a totally awesome meal for my mom and sister. thats it - a good weekend, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-8821348046005245178?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/8821348046005245178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=8821348046005245178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/8821348046005245178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/8821348046005245178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2007/07/ah-just-another-enjoyable-weekend.html' title='Ah, just another enjoyable weekend'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-9037493384184609413</id><published>2007-07-05T08:52:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T09:13:06.414+12:00</updated><title type='text'>jeiganet online update...</title><content type='html'>Hmm, finally found some code to make my blog into three fixed sized columns, centered on the screen (a couple of months ago this code was really hard to find yo!) and changed the colours too just to add a little bit of spunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made the header picture, but i've been storing my blog pictures on zorpia - its free - bu one problem is that it cant store a pic with the dimensions my header pic has. Its shortened it, which will make the blo look funny. oh well it will do for now - i'll post it up shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... okay, the picture isnt loading?... strange...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put my shoutbo back on, and will put my friends bloglinks back on when i get back home. Ah i have such dreams for this place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im also thinking of picking up where i left off with my macromedia flash skills and making a few flash thingymabobs too, for a little more interaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also decided not to brag about this blog anymore to anyone, unless i really trust them. Im thinking of using this as a real journal, with real truthful thoughts. there's a bit of risk in doing stuff like that, but hey whats life without a little it of risk? there's already  a few despicable and perverted beings that know of this place - but they can take their issues and stick it up their bum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to work - i'll be here again soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-9037493384184609413?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/9037493384184609413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=9037493384184609413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/9037493384184609413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/9037493384184609413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2007/07/jeiganet-online-update.html' title='jeiganet online update...'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-1867736012528806539</id><published>2007-07-01T19:52:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T20:01:31.532+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe not :p</title><content type='html'>Is this the day that i write something 'real'?&lt;br /&gt;Probably not - its a Sunday and im a lazy Sunday kinda person. On days like these i get heavily distracted by the simplest of things, and tonight Miss Congeniality II is on (which i havent seen yet). its not exactly a box office smash hit but meh what can you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS heh heh heh i still say 'meh', a small grunt-lingo that i stole off Shayne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[after a growing frustration bout]...Nah screw it. Not yet. I am real sick of this dialup internet connection. I'll type this out later in notepad and post it up later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next vital stress reliever project due - fix my computer, and GET BROADBAND INTERNET.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i cant decide yet whether to do that or save up enough for my glasses (yes thats right, jei is returning to specs!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you later everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-1867736012528806539?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/1867736012528806539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=1867736012528806539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/1867736012528806539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/1867736012528806539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2007/07/is-this-day-that-i-write-something-real.html' title='Maybe not :p'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-4936815163406211716</id><published>2007-06-29T12:58:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T12:59:28.439+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats your pirate name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border: 1px solid rgb(51, 34, 0); margin: 25px 0pt 25px -200px; padding: 0pt 10px; position: relative; background-color: rgb(201, 179, 144); width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: serif; left: 50%; color: rgb(51, 34, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My pirate name is:&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 32px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Mad Tom Kidd    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.piratequiz.com/flag.gif" style="top: 5px; position: relative; display: block; width: 100px; background-color: rgb(51, 34, 0);" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="left: 110px; top: -60px; width: 290px; position: relative; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. Even though you're not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate.    Arr!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.piratequiz.com/" style="position: absolute; width: 100%; left: 0px; bottom: 20px; color: rgb(248, 238, 204);"&gt;Get your own pirate name from piratequiz.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part of the fidius.org network&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-4936815163406211716?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/4936815163406211716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=4936815163406211716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/4936815163406211716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/4936815163406211716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2007/06/whats-your-pirate-name.html' title='Whats your pirate name?'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-4497232552769312526</id><published>2007-06-29T10:12:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T10:59:03.683+12:00</updated><title type='text'>And yes folks...</title><content type='html'>I know i've been posting a whole lot of crap; but eventually i will type something REAL. Karii and m'Leany's blogs are inspiring me again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-4497232552769312526?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/4497232552769312526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=4497232552769312526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/4497232552769312526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/4497232552769312526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2007/06/and-yes-folks.html' title='And yes folks...'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-8744224637994937249</id><published>2007-06-29T10:04:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T10:22:55.671+12:00</updated><title type='text'>George Bush's First Name</title><content type='html'>Lets begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nor.zorpia.com/0/3237/20720437.d00cc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://nor.zorpia.com/0/3237/20720437.d00cc1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, easy enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://org23.zorpia.com/0/3237/20720438.c7fbd7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://org23.zorpia.com/0/3237/20720438.c7fbd7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...what... your kidding me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nor.zorpia.com/0/3237/20720440.7ec30a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://nor.zorpia.com/0/3237/20720440.7ec30a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un-believable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUA HA HA!!&lt;br /&gt;...and yes your right, this is impossibly stupid - if you look closely the question has been photoshopped. But funny none the less!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-8744224637994937249?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/8744224637994937249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=8744224637994937249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/8744224637994937249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/8744224637994937249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2007/06/george-bushs-first-name.html' title='George Bush&apos;s First Name'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-1167345570221061750</id><published>2007-06-29T09:35:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T09:37:23.175+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys are all the same :p</title><content type='html'>Contributed by my sister Leni - ha ha they start younger and younger each and every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://org21.zorpia.com/0/2598/16630324.1efc4a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://org21.zorpia.com/0/2598/16630324.1efc4a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://org21.zorpia.com/0/2598/16630318.134480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://org21.zorpia.com/0/2598/16630318.134480.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-1167345570221061750?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/1167345570221061750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=1167345570221061750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/1167345570221061750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/1167345570221061750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2007/06/guys-are-all-same-p.html' title='Guys are all the same :p'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-5395622591243866181</id><published>2007-06-29T09:32:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T09:34:29.299+12:00</updated><title type='text'>The successful short story</title><content type='html'>Contributed by Xenetea the Realm Queen - please no more harpies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nor.zorpia.com/0/3193/20439126.8459f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://nor.zorpia.com/0/3193/20439126.8459f2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-5395622591243866181?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/5395622591243866181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=5395622591243866181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/5395622591243866181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/5395622591243866181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2007/06/successful-short-story.html' title='The successful short story'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-7056356607509465291</id><published>2007-06-29T09:24:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T10:58:39.481+12:00</updated><title type='text'>My VisualDNA</title><content type='html'>Inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.shadesofgray07.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shades of Grey&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;div style="border-top: 1px solid rgb(150, 150, 150); padding: 5px 0pt 0pt; text-align: center; width: 340px; height: 25px; margin-top: 0px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://friends.imagini.net/@447945-c460"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:10;" &gt;™&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://imagini.net/"&gt;Get your own VisualDNA™&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-7056356607509465291?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/7056356607509465291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=7056356607509465291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/7056356607509465291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/7056356607509465291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-visualdna.html' title='My VisualDNA'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-1988001816479077855</id><published>2007-06-29T09:18:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T09:22:49.353+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Speeding - whats your excuse?</title><content type='html'>Kiwi humour about the bacon boys hee hee :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nor.zorpia.com/0/3193/20439131.19ffbe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://nor.zorpia.com/0/3193/20439131.19ffbe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-1988001816479077855?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/1988001816479077855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=1988001816479077855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/1988001816479077855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/1988001816479077855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2007/06/speeding-whats-your-excuse.html' title='Speeding - whats your excuse?'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-5012209025738766645</id><published>2007-06-09T17:46:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T17:57:40.243+12:00</updated><title type='text'>I hurt everywhere...</title><content type='html'>i feel slow&lt;br /&gt;i feel ugly... no correction - i am ugly&lt;br /&gt;i am sweating, and freezing at the same time&lt;br /&gt;i cant see&lt;br /&gt;i am alone&lt;br /&gt;the naughty thoughts are the only working pain reliever&lt;br /&gt;i have no money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how has it come to be that i am in such a bad state...&lt;br /&gt;operator; i need an exit,,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-5012209025738766645?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/5012209025738766645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=5012209025738766645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/5012209025738766645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/5012209025738766645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-hurt-everywhere.html' title='I hurt everywhere...'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-3605404563678915175</id><published>2007-01-21T10:20:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T10:44:20.513+13:00</updated><title type='text'>The random gentle love dreamer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;              &lt;table&gt;        &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                  &lt;td&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td valign="top"&gt;          &lt;center&gt;          &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Boy Next Door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;          &lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;andom&lt;span shmolor="white"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;entle&lt;span shmolor="white"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;ove&lt;span shmolor="white"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;reamer          (&lt;span shmolor="red"&gt;RGLDm&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/center&gt;                        Kind, yearning, playful, you are &lt;b&gt;The Boy Next Door&lt;/b&gt;.          You're looking for real Love, a lot like girls do.          It might not be manly, but it's sweet.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            We think the next three years will be          very exciting and fruitful ones for you.           Your spontaneous, creative side makes you a charming date, and we think you have a horny side just          waiting to shine. Or glisten, rather.           You enter new relationships unusually          hopeful, and the first moments are especially glorious. If you've had some things not work out before,           so what.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;!-- begin exact opposite table --&gt;          &lt;center&gt;          &lt;table bgshmolor="#bbbbbb" align="right" border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="1"&gt;           &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;            &lt;td bgshmolor="#eeeeee" align="center"&gt;             &lt;span class="tiny"&gt;              Your exact opposite:&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;b&gt;The 5-Night Stand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/persons/DBSMm_thumb.gif" border="1" hspace="3" vspace="7" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Deliberate&lt;span shmolor="white"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Brutal&lt;span shmolor="white"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Sex&lt;span shmolor="white"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Master&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;            &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;          &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;          &lt;/center&gt;          &lt;!-- end exact opposite table --&gt;                         On paper, most girls would name the Boy Next Door as their ideal mate.          In the real world, however, you're often passed over for more          dangerous or masculine men. You're the typical "nice guy:"          without just a touch of cockiness, you're doomed with girls.          A shoulder to cry on? Okay, sure. But never a penis to hold.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            More than any other type, Boys Next Door evolve as they get older. As we said,          many find true love, but some fail miserably in the search.          These tarnished few grow up to be &lt;b&gt;The Men Next Door&lt;/b&gt;,          who are creepy as hell, offering backrubs to kids and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/square.gif" border="1" /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span shmolor="red"&gt;ALWAYS AVOID&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;b&gt;The Nymph&lt;/b&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span shmolor="blue"&gt;CONSIDER&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;b&gt;The Maid of Honor&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;The Peach&lt;/b&gt;            &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/%27http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test%27"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The 32-Type Dating Test&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/%27http://www.okcupid.com%27"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;OkCupid&lt;/b&gt; - Free Online Dating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My profile name: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=JeiDamani"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JeiDamani&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-3605404563678915175?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/3605404563678915175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=3605404563678915175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/3605404563678915175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/3605404563678915175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2007/01/random-gentle-love-dreamer.html' title='The random gentle love dreamer...'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-3702384225163785487</id><published>2006-12-03T22:10:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T23:33:53.909+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>Bella de la Rosa Wilde; a.k.a Mrs Turtle...&lt;br /&gt;m'Leany Giselle du Coudray...&lt;br /&gt;Karii...&lt;br /&gt;Lil Luchii Belle...&lt;br /&gt;Mamma...&lt;br /&gt;Tia Rena...&lt;br /&gt;Ma Leni Brrr....&lt;br /&gt;Fia...&lt;br /&gt;Lisa...&lt;br /&gt;Jade...&lt;br /&gt;Andrea...&lt;br /&gt;Renzy...&lt;br /&gt;Oma...&lt;br /&gt;Helen...&lt;br /&gt;Reon Kadena...&lt;br /&gt;Krazae Kajang Kristine...&lt;br /&gt;Lola...&lt;br /&gt;Stace...&lt;br /&gt;Won-Ton a.k.a 'The hott miniskirt korean'...&lt;br /&gt;Lil Kirsten...&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Alba...&lt;br /&gt;Jo...&lt;br /&gt;Ness...&lt;br /&gt;Xanth...&lt;br /&gt;Cadi...&lt;br /&gt;K...&lt;br /&gt;Lian-Li...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haizz... i mean, Haizz?!?&lt;br /&gt;So much to think about yo... this is only the beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...where does it end?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-3702384225163785487?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/3702384225163785487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=3702384225163785487' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/3702384225163785487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/3702384225163785487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2006/12/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-115996165605327838</id><published>2006-10-05T00:26:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T00:34:16.063+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Where for art thou...?</title><content type='html'>Today i drove home, with a smile on my face; as i knew that when i got there and logged on to msn messenger, a special person was there to greet me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like coming home to a loved one, kissing and hugging her as i stepped through the door; This person always seems to brighten my mood and make my troubles unwind.&lt;br /&gt;As the sun would fade into the horizon, she would keep me warm in its place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as she called me 'Hubby...' i fell into a trance that would bind me to her every word; at least for an hour; or maybe two or three... Recieving a response from her, however slight, meant more to me than such petty things as time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I must have clocked out an hour too late; for when i stopped the engine, walked up the steps and turned on the CPU, my special person was nowhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has always tried to leave some time for me before she leaves to go home,  but this time i guess she couldnt wait that long.&lt;br /&gt;My sincere apologies my dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, lady of the Wilde Rose, and i hope you had a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;I will hope to see you tomorrow; till then my darling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-115996165605327838?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/115996165605327838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=115996165605327838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/115996165605327838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/115996165605327838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2006/10/where-for-art-thou.html' title='Where for art thou...?'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-115623537453460909</id><published>2006-08-22T20:21:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T11:03:22.671+12:00</updated><title type='text'>All i really need to know; i learnt from Noah's Ark :)</title><content type='html'>Hee hee, i recieved this message a long time ago, back in highschool; from my good friend Shayne (Jin). I thought i would post up his advice fo all the learn from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings People. Id just like to say thanks for making  today a good day for me so im just sharing this cos i found this quite  Interesting and also it is my way of saying thank you. I know this isnt much  but yeah here it is. and if you dont like it then id say heh what you gona do  cos you got it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one more thing....... I  know that I never  talk like this much but Thank you  for being very good friends. Have a Nice Weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL I REALLY NEED TO KNOW I LEARNT FROM NOAH'S ARK &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dont Miss the boat&lt;br /&gt;- Plan ahead. It wasnt raining when Noah built the ark.&lt;br /&gt;- Stay Fit. When your 600 years old , you might be asked to do something really big.&lt;br /&gt;- Speed is not always an advantage, Snails were there with the Cheetahs.&lt;br /&gt;- Dont listen to critics. Just get on with what has to be done.&lt;br /&gt;- Build your future on high grounds.&lt;br /&gt;- Travel in pairs. Two heads are better than one.&lt;br /&gt;- The ark was built by amatures, the Titanic by professionals.&lt;br /&gt;- Woodpeckers inside are a bigger threat than the storm outside.&lt;br /&gt;- No matter the storm, theres always a rainbow in waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-115623537453460909?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/115623537453460909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=115623537453460909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/115623537453460909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/115623537453460909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2006/08/all-i-really-need-to-know-i-learnt.html' title='All i really need to know; i learnt from Noah&apos;s Ark :)'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-115572021269405604</id><published>2006-08-16T20:38:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T21:23:32.743+12:00</updated><title type='text'>If the World were a village of 100 people</title><content type='html'>When you woke this morning, did you look forward joyously to the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go to bed tonight, do you think you will be filled with satisfaction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the place you are is precious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the world today [this is an ole bit of text mind you], 6 billion 300 million people live. If we  could shrink the earth’s population to a village of precisely 100  people, with all the existing human ratios remaining the same, it would  look something the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would be: &lt;br /&gt;- 61 Asians&lt;br /&gt;- 13 Africans&lt;br /&gt;- 13 from North and South America&lt;br /&gt;- 21 Europeans&lt;br /&gt;- and the remaining one from the South Pacific&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 52 would be female&lt;br /&gt;- 48 would be male&lt;br /&gt;- 30 would be children&lt;br /&gt;- 70 would be adults&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;among those,&lt;br /&gt;- 7 would be aged&lt;br /&gt;- 70 would be non-white&lt;br /&gt;- 30 would be white&lt;br /&gt;- 33 would be Christians&lt;br /&gt;- 19 believe in Islam&lt;br /&gt;- 13 Would be Hindus&lt;br /&gt;- 6 would follow Buddhist teaching&lt;br /&gt;- 5 would believe that there are spirits in the trees and rocks and  in all the nature&lt;br /&gt;- 24 would believe in other religions or would believe in no religion&lt;br /&gt;- 89 would be heterosexual&lt;br /&gt;- 11 would be homosexual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 17 would speak Chinese&lt;br /&gt;- 9 English&lt;br /&gt;- 8 Hindi and Urdu&lt;br /&gt;- 6 Spanish&lt;br /&gt;- 6 Russian&lt;br /&gt;- 4 would speak Arabic&lt;br /&gt;That would account for half the village &lt;br /&gt;The other half would speak Bengal, Portuguese, Indonesian,  Japanese, German, French or some other languages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 20 are undernourished&lt;br /&gt;- 1 is dying of starvation, while&lt;br /&gt;- 15 are over weight&lt;br /&gt;- 6 people would process 59% of the entire world’s wealth and all 6 would be from United States.&lt;br /&gt;- 74 People own 39%&lt;br /&gt;- 20 people share the remaining 2%&lt;br /&gt;- 75 People have some supply of food and a place to shelter them  from wind and the rain, but 25 do not.&lt;br /&gt;- 17 have no clean, safe water to drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the energy of this village&lt;br /&gt;- 20 people consume 80% and &lt;br /&gt;- 80 people share the remaining 20%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have money in the bank, money in your wallet and spare change somewhere around the house - You are among the richest 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a car - You are among the richest 7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the villagers&lt;br /&gt;- 1 has a college education&lt;br /&gt;- 2 have computers&lt;br /&gt;- 14 cannot read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can speak and act according to your faith and your  conscience without harassment, imprisonment, torture or death - then you are more fortunate than 48, who cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not live in fear or death by bombardment, armed attack, landmines or of rape or kidnapping by armed groups  - then you are more fortunate that 20, who do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one year,&lt;br /&gt;- 1 person in the village will die &lt;br /&gt;but in the same year &lt;br /&gt;- 2 babies will be born&lt;br /&gt;so that at the year’s end the number of villagers will be 101&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your parents are still alive and still married you are very  rare&lt;br /&gt;If you can read this email, That means you are thrice-blessed; Because&lt;br /&gt;1. someone was thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;2. because you are able to read&lt;br /&gt;And most important&lt;br /&gt;3. Because you are alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once said: what comes around goes around; So:&lt;br /&gt;- sing from the bottom of your heart&lt;br /&gt;- Dance with your body waving free&lt;br /&gt;- And live putting your soul into it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you love&lt;br /&gt;- Love as though you have never been wounded  - even you have - And love the fact that you and others live here in this village &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, If enough of us learn to love our village , It may yet be possible to save it from violece that is tearing it apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-115572021269405604?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/115572021269405604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=115572021269405604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/115572021269405604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/115572021269405604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2006/08/if-world-were-village-of-100-people.html' title='If the World were a village of 100 people'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-115480524207056237</id><published>2006-08-06T07:06:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T07:14:02.080+12:00</updated><title type='text'>My two cents - hehehe cheap wisdom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="journal_heading"&gt;I was filtering through some of my friends blogs on Zorpia, and i came across the following entry by a wise Filipina named Eleany:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="date"&gt;Saturday, Aug  5 2006, 11:04:00 PM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What is happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It is a question that has plagued the human mind for eons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Does it even exist? Or maybe it is just something man made up to try to explain or fill in the void he has deep down his soul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It is just a few of the questions lingering in my mind, this one hot August afternoon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For years I have thought about it, still I haven't come up with an answer that would satisfy me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;................................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... to which i posted the following response. I thought my response was pretty good for something i wrote after just haven woken up at 5am in the morning on a sunday ;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well, i hope you enjoy:&lt;/p&gt;...................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anywho, here's what i think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a physical understanding, When you are happy your brain is kinda injected by a hormone thingy called endorphins which pretty much relaxes or excites (depending on the kind of happiness we are talking about) the brain. And since the brain controls everything else in our bodies, it has the power to make everything else relaxed/excited too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a basic level this can be observed by the more primitive animals on this planet, like a dog. When the endorphins start affecting his brain, their eyes widen, mouth opens and tongue dangles, and tails waggle. This occurs whenever you give him/her a treat, play with the dog, or just when they get to see you after a long period of time. From this, you can tell that the dogg is happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most animalia, the happiness description pretty much stops there. Since there is no definitive way of communicating intelligently with such organisms, we have to assume that they themselves do not delve any further into the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of our somewhat heightened intelligence, happpiness can be experienced in both a physical and emotional manner. While we humans share the same physical reactions as our primitive earthly neighbours, Our mighty mighty brains which can dream and imagine (ie. do not depend on a physical truth) expand what can be experienced as 'happy'. The brain can filter, sub-categorise and enhance, because it can visualise something/anything/everything out of nothing. There are multiple levels of happiness; Black and White and a mass of Grey in between. This is shown in our music, artworks, tv shows, circus rides, books on sex techniques, and even our beliefs on the being known as God.... and so forth.... there is more than one kind of happiness for the human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now then, delving further into the inner intricacies of happ.... [brain freeze]... okay kids, class is over. Go home and nag your parents about buying a PS3....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eleany, this probably wont sate your desire to understand the process known as happiness, but at least you know have an opinon from a crazy asian, to compare any future research you may have in mind for this topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, despite my simple use of the english vocabulary, i think i did an okay job :) i think i may post this up on my blog. I'll credit the initial thought to you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-115480524207056237?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/115480524207056237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=115480524207056237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/115480524207056237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/115480524207056237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-two-cents-hehehe-cheap-wisdom.html' title='My two cents - hehehe cheap wisdom!'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-115453291594992831</id><published>2006-08-03T03:26:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T03:46:15.743+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats your japanese name?</title><content type='html'>hee hee this is funni - got this from a thread in Zorpia - just add up the letters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- ka * B- zu * C- mi * D- te * E- ku * F- lu * G- ji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H- ri * I- ki * J- zu * K- me * L- ta * M- rin *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N- to * O-mo * P- no * Q- ke * R- shi * S- ari * T-chi U- do *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V- ru * W-mei * X- na * Y- fu * Z- zi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okis, my name will be either:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Zukuki Tekarinkatoki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Zudotokimoshi Rikateki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tee hee, their so long! How do some japanese people get the easy cool names like 'Rei' of 'Jin'? mwa ha ha lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll just use the best sounds from my jap names and call myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tekarin Katoki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooouu that sounds funky... i could be a character in an anime with a name like that! yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-115453291594992831?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/115453291594992831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=115453291594992831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/115453291594992831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/115453291594992831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2006/08/whats-your-japanese-name.html' title='Whats your japanese name?'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-115421158470142744</id><published>2006-07-30T09:11:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T12:16:36.763+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper jam... oh wait!</title><content type='html'>Hee hee, my sister sent me this email from one of her friends. Shame lil mouse! I dont like mice, there's one in my house and im waiting to hunt him down and flush him down the toilet Mua ha ha... [sinster laugh ensues]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;START EMAIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry Noel, This is worthy of a staff email!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just got this service request through from Tegal foods. They had a mouse stuck in the toner and want to get the printer checked to see if anything else was affected. It was alive and they got it out safely.  I’m quite speechless… lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebtown.com/Jeigaman/images/Stupido%20Mouse%2001.jpg" height="200" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebtown.com/Jeigaman/images/Stupido%20Mouse%2002.jpg" height="200" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's not dead, but he's sure stuck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We did end up getting him out and letting him loose for those of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that are mouse lovers.  You think you are having a bad day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;END EMAIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-115421158470142744?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/115421158470142744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=115421158470142744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/115421158470142744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/115421158470142744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2006/07/paper-jam-oh-wait.html' title='Paper jam... oh wait!'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-115420722533715069</id><published>2006-07-30T07:12:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T09:07:05.383+12:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of kisser am i?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp-grafix.net/sitebuilder"target=new&gt;&lt;img src="http://myspace-053.vo.llnwd.net/00876/35/01/876831053_l.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="subTwoA"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Apparently im a bashful kisser! Ha ha ha, just one of those weird quizzes from &lt;a href="http://uk.tickle.com"&gt;http://uk.tickle.com&lt;/a&gt; that Julzii from Zorpia sent me. I read the results and thought "Oh yeap. thats definately me" - ha ha ha; rarely i find an online quiz that is actually right :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Displayed below is the results of my quiz answering; you should try it out yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pucker up, you're a bashful kisser!&lt;/h3&gt;OK, so you might be on the shy side as far as kissing goes, but more people go for this quality than you might think. When you were younger, was it hard for you to talk to new people - especially when it came to someone you were interested in? Yup, we thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="resultDescription"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for you, many people, back then, and now, think that shyness is adorable and a huge turn on. After all, there's a comfort they get from the feeling that you don't lock lips with just anyone. When it comes to snogging, you're probably a little hesitant to try new techniques. You might even prefer to stick with gentle pecks until your partner finally decides to take it further. While shyness is nice, just remember not to get so concerned with setting the proper mood. You might light a fire or take level, but experiment a little - even if that just means a public display of affection, or we dare you, a nice long snog - eyes open, lights on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 class="subTwo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for your information, here are Julzii's results! I think your be a real interesting kisser - why do you have to live in Australia! AAAARGH!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Playful Kisser&lt;/h3&gt;Talk about freestyle! You've got originality points when it comes to kissing. You are probably the type of person who goes with the flow and plants your smackers accordingly as each situation dictates. And why shouldn't you? The only real important rule is for you to be yourself — and to keep experimenting. If something feels good, you should keep doing it. And especially in lessons of l'amour, there's no reason to conform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pucker up and keep seizing your moments! But before you get wild in your experimenting, sticking your tongue in your lover's ear, or getting carried away with your little love bites, remember that a kiss is between two people. You don't want to turn them off while you're getting turned on. So if that happens, take a deep breath, slow down, and try a little tenderness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-115420722533715069?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/115420722533715069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=115420722533715069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/115420722533715069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/115420722533715069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-kind-of-kisser-am-i.html' title='What kind of kisser am i?'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-114241530033289343</id><published>2006-03-15T22:23:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T22:35:00.363+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Gasping for air; nearly there...</title><content type='html'>** LOST IN THOUGHTLESSNESS **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see light where once there was only dust,&lt;br /&gt;The chill autumn cold brings with it a fresh exhalation.&lt;br /&gt;Pathways twist and wind in favour;&lt;br /&gt;Gasping for air; nearly there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will crawl my way back to you, oh breath of life;&lt;br /&gt;You will see me again, brought back anew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** COMING SOON TO A BLOG NEAR YOU **&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-114241530033289343?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/114241530033289343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=114241530033289343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/114241530033289343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/114241530033289343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2006/03/gasping-for-air-nearly-there.html' title='Gasping for air; nearly there...'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-113322797984973316</id><published>2005-11-29T14:29:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T02:18:55.313+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ha ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere else on earth i'd rather be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha haaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="3" border="1"  style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juicy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exciting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Influential&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"  style="color:#0033ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="size: 5pt;"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Desperate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Astonishing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Modern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Awkward&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nerdy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Important&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.go-quiz.com/acronym/acronym.php" method="post"&gt;Name / Username:&lt;input name="name"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Get your name acronym!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/acronym/acronym.php"&gt;Name Acronym Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-113322797984973316?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/113322797984973316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=113322797984973316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/113322797984973316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/113322797984973316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/11/ha-ha-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-113260733729179579</id><published>2005-11-22T10:01:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T04:10:14.876+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Jin's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Finally i have uploaded the pictures!! ;-p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez his birthday was in august an i've only just uploaded - in November!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for the txt... hmm that may take a while ha ha ha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebtown.com/Jeigaman/images/Shaynes%20Birthday%20Blogger%2001.jpg" alt="JIN's 21st!! - Jin giving his speech &amp; His father presenting the key" width="400" height="200"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebtown.com/Jeigaman/images/Shaynes%20Birthday%20Blogger%2002.jpg" alt="JIN's 21st!! Jin's banna cake and taking the first slices! " width="400" height="200"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-113260733729179579?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/113260733729179579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=113260733729179579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/113260733729179579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/113260733729179579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/11/jins-birthday.html' title='Jin&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-113208607516984060</id><published>2005-11-16T08:20:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T09:21:15.230+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Jei the Artist ;)</title><content type='html'>Heya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Just took this online quiz to find out what kind of blogger i am at about.com, and out of the five different types (pundit, artist, writer, daily grinder, patchworker), i think i got the best one -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Artist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;My blog captures the way I see the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love images more than words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blogging only makes sense to me if there are photos or pictures - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be it of daily life, special people, memorable events, or works of art.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Well, i dont know if the descriptions actually true about myself, but hey, the title sounds cool ;-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://weblogs.about.com/library/quizzes/blblogpersonalityquiz.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to try it out yourself! or, for a more indepth version, try this more advance one at &lt;a href="http://bloginality.love-productions.com/"&gt;bloginality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-113208607516984060?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/113208607516984060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=113208607516984060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/113208607516984060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/113208607516984060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/11/jei-artist.html' title='Jei the Artist ;)'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-113206224277254590</id><published>2005-11-16T02:28:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T02:44:02.786+13:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You...</title><content type='html'>Here's a sweet email my little sister sent me - i should make her my spicy deluxe noodles more often! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl and guy were speeding over 100 mph on the road on a motorcycle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Slow down, I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: No, this is fun.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: No it's not. Please it's too scary!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Then tell me you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Fine I love you. Slow down!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.&lt;br /&gt;::Girl hugs him::&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Can you take my helmet off and put it on yourself? It's bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the paper the next day: A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of brake failure. Two people were on it, but only 1 had survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his brakes broke, but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him and felt her hug one last time, then he had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u love any one this much...let them know...before its too late... i love you forever and always&lt;br /&gt;to the end....i cant live with out you..because ur my friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-113206224277254590?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/113206224277254590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=113206224277254590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/113206224277254590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/113206224277254590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You...'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-112989909853676601</id><published>2005-10-22T01:09:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T17:09:43.800+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired eyes in company of crazy friends.</title><content type='html'>I am in a room surrounded with Cliff Richard memorabillia. Within this space lies an amazing collection of DVD's; countless classics that would make anyone content. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this room, three good friends chat throughout the night. Their topics constantly twist and turn into both genious clarity and absolute absurdity. Three people - Fia the mongoose, BFG the bigfoot guy and Jei the pukeko laugh the dramas of everyday life into the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFG says "Dogs droppings. I like to eat eat eat, eeples and banini's; i like to ait ait ait aepls and banaenaes..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fia Neveau says "...same things we does every nrigh... ermm... lets conquer the world! no pinky! ahe he he he he he... shay-aar, met a boy, cute as can beee......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, our conversations dont always make the best of sense, but we are comfortable with eachother, and our whimsical trips into madness are always met with good humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the moment, these two silly people are making this weird re-indition of the 'Theres a hole in my bucket' song. Only their version includes a hole in a sock-ey, and chocolate cheese thats too chocolate; that cant be eaten cos BFG is diabetic... then it leads to advertising something on a rather dubious trademe website... and now im getting lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we often do this kind of thing. I tried to explain to them a theory, which explains a mans need to becoming more understanding of the sacred feminine, but evolution goes too far and creates a man in imitation of woman, which dominates the known world. having no traditional males around anymore, females become extinct, leading to a frog-like evolutionary change to the new-age man that allows him to bear fruit - a man able to bear children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i dont think my ridiculous theory wont be included in Dan Browns sequel to The Da Vinci Code. By the way, read that book; its the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they are talking about frog named freddy. they create a sentence about freddy and add another random sentence and making the story twist in random directions. Freddy has now got a porcupine spike stuck in his bottom. Jemima, his friend elephant as big as a house, cant do anything. Freddy is saved by an unusual hairy snake, who then bites him making him explode into a big blog of boogers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theirs only so much you can take in before you completely lose track of whats going on. thats how it always is. I love these guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It all makes perfect sense really" Fia proclaims. what a crazy world. This is Jei signing out. be sure to dust out those boxer shorts young penguins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-112989909853676601?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/112989909853676601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=112989909853676601' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/112989909853676601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/112989909853676601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/10/tired-eyes-in-company-of-crazy-friends.html' title='Tired eyes in company of crazy friends.'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-112737482224238151</id><published>2005-09-22T19:39:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T15:05:40.600+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts Of Life That TV Teaches Us...</title><content type='html'>Facts Of Life That TV Teaches Us... &lt;br /&gt;1)?Good guys are always outnumbered &lt;br /&gt;2)?Good guys always win and get the girl &lt;br /&gt;3)?If a woman is running away from someone she will trip and fall &lt;br /&gt;4)?You car will always start immediately unless you are being chased by a maniacal killer &lt;br /&gt;5)?Crazed maniacs and private investigators don't ever go home. &lt;br /&gt;6)?Good guys always shoot better than bad guys &lt;br /&gt;7)?Ugly people are always bad guys &lt;br /&gt;8)?Police cars are made to roll easily &lt;br /&gt;9)?Good guys are always good looking &lt;br /&gt;10) Sex, murder, and mayhem is a way of life &lt;br /&gt;11) Good guys are the only ones that have a sense of humour &lt;br /&gt;12) Cars will explode in all accidents no matter how slight &lt;br /&gt;13) If you jump hundreds of feet into water it will always be deep enough &lt;br /&gt;14) The head bad guy is always smart. The guys working for him are always stupid &lt;br /&gt;15) Haunted houses are never locked &lt;br /&gt;16) Women will faint at crucial times &lt;br /&gt;17) Good guys will always get shot in the arm or leg &lt;br /&gt;18) All chinese people will know karate &lt;br /&gt;19) Murders will always be accompanied by sinister music &lt;br /&gt;20) Rich people don't have to lock their cars or spit out when they clean their teeth &lt;br /&gt;21) Teenagers are always smarter than their parents &lt;br /&gt;22) There are no ugly women, only ugly men &lt;br /&gt;23) Thunderstorms spontaneously create murders &lt;br /&gt;24) Computers never crash &lt;br /&gt;25) When someone is dead or dying there will be a trickle of blood out of the corner of their mouth &lt;br /&gt;26) Bad guys will make elaborate inventions for killing the good guys, but will leave before finding out if it works &lt;br /&gt;27) Christmas Eve and Halloween night lasts for three or four days &lt;br /&gt;28) As soon as you walk in a living room you need a drink &lt;br /&gt;29) Police never wait for back-up &lt;br /&gt;30) Everyone wins in Las Vegas &lt;br /&gt;31) Nobody on TV has time to watch TV &lt;br /&gt;32) Monsters are best hunted down when everyone spreads out and goes out alone instead of in groups.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-112737482224238151?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/112737482224238151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=112737482224238151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/112737482224238151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/112737482224238151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/09/facts-of-life-that-tv-teaches-us.html' title='Facts Of Life That TV Teaches Us...'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-112737427611757057</id><published>2005-09-22T19:27:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T19:31:16.123+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Special times need remembering...</title><content type='html'>just thought i'd post up this email my elder sis sent me. Its just one of those moments that i think is extra special:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Hi Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know that Craig and I are moving to Sydney next month but I thought I'd also let you know another tiny bit of news....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig and I got engaged on Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup we're getting married, tying the knot, getting hitched etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you'd like to know? : ) hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Leni..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Leni my beautiful wise sister, and Craig my new tall and witty (but can't pull a blak fo' fact nigga!) brother-in-law ;-p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-112737427611757057?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/112737427611757057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=112737427611757057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/112737427611757057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/112737427611757057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/09/special-times-need-remembering.html' title='Special times need remembering...'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-112669736496219480</id><published>2005-09-14T23:23:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T23:29:24.963+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Karen home moments</title><content type='html'>Here of some pics from my visit to Karens house - here you'll see Luke, Karen and Lucy. I'll write about the trip later ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebtown.com/Jeigaman/images/Karen%20Home%20Moments%20Blogger%2001.JPG" height="200" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebtown.com/Jeigaman/images/Karen%20Home%20Moments%20Blogger%2002.JPG" height="200" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebtown.com/Jeigaman/images/Karen%20Home%20Moments%20Blogger%2003.JPG" height="200" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-112669736496219480?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/112669736496219480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=112669736496219480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/112669736496219480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/112669736496219480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/09/karen-home-moments.html' title='Karen home moments'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-112669669656619887</id><published>2005-09-14T23:13:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T23:18:16.580+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock tha pinoy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hey everybody! I dont know about you guys, but im really starting to like the &lt;a href="http://www.blackeyedpeas.com"&gt;Black Eyed Peas&lt;/a&gt;! I have both their most recent albums (Thanks to K for that one!). One interesting factor is that the resident Filipino of the group - Apl de Ap - enters one filipino song (tagalog language) in every album. I hope this becomes a tradition with the group, cos Apl's songs are quite nice to listen to. Pinoys are so cool! (though, i probably think that more because of their cute female population though; tee hee...)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, heres the two filipino songs from the albums Elephunk and Monkey Business; including some translations i found from the net:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;SONG&lt;/strong&gt;: The Apl Song&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;ALBUM&lt;/strong&gt;: Elephunk&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    [Chorus in Tagalog]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Lapit mga kaibigan at makinig kayo&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ako'y padadalang, balita galing sa bayan ko&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Yaung pamamahagi ang mga kuento&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ng manga pangyayaring ganaganap&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Sa lupang pinangako&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    [English Translation:]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    (Come together and listen&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I brought news from my native land&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I'll tell you how we live and what goes on&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    From my beloved homeland.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    [Verse one, Apl.De.Ap]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Every place got a ghetto this is my version&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Check it out...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Listen closely yo, I got a story to tell&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A version of my ghetto where life felt for real&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Some would call it hell but to me it was heaven&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    God gave me the grace, amazin' ways of living&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    How would you feel if you had to catch your meal?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Build a hut to live and to eat and chill in.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Having to pump the water outta the ground&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The way we put it down utilizing what is around&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Like land for farming, river for fishing&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Everyone helpin' each other whenever they can&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We makin' it happen, from nothin' to somethin'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    That's how we be survivin' back in my homeland&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    [Sing the chorus...]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    [Verse two, Apl.De.Ap]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Yo, its been a while but...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I been back home to my homeland, (check it out) to see what's going on&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Man it feels good to be back at home&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And it's been a decade, on the journey all alone&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I was fourteen when I first left Philippines&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I've been away half my life, but it felt like a day&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    To be next to my mom with her home cooked meal&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Meant I felt complete, my emotions I feel!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Now life has changed for me in the U.S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But back at home man, life was a mess...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I guess sometimes life's stresses gets you down&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    On your knees, oh brother I wish I could have helped you out...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    [Sing the chorus...]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    -----------------------------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;SONG&lt;/strong&gt;: Bebot (Original Tagalog Version)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;ALBUM&lt;/strong&gt;: Monkey Business&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    bebot bebot&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    be bebot bebot&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    be bebot bebot&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    be&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ikaw ang aking/ay&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    B.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    pilipino, pilipino, pilipino, pilipino&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Verse I&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    hoy pare pakinggan nyo ko&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    eto nang tunay na filipino&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    galing sa baryo sa pangbato&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    pumunta ng LA nagtrabaho&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    para makatulong sa nanay&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    dahil sa hirap ng buhay&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    pero masaya parin ang kulay&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    pag kumain nagkakamay&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    yung kanin, chicken adobo&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    yung balot, binebenta sa kanto&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    tagay mo na nga ang baso&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    pare ko inuman na tayo&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Verse II&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    masdan mo ang magagandang dalaga&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    nakakagigil ang beauty mo talaga&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    lambingin di nakakasawa&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ikaw lang ang gustong kasama&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    yung bahay o kubo&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    pagibig mo ay totoo&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    puso ko’y laging kumikibo&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    wala kang katulad sa mundo ko&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    pinoy ka sigaw na, sige&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    kung maganda ka sigaw na, sige&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    kung buhay mo’y mahalaga, sige&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    salamat sa iyong suporta&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    -----------------------------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;TRANSLATION BY&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.bughaw.com"&gt;MilkPhish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Baby baby baby Be (3x) You are my&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Baby baby baby Be (3x) You are my&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Baby baby baby Be (3x) You are&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Filipino! - Filipino! - Filipino! - Filipino!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Hey man listen to me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This is the real Filipino&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Came from the barrio at Sapang Bato&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Went to L.A. and labored&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So to help mom&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Because life is so hard&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But the disposition is still bright&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    when eating we use our hands&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The rice, chicken adobo&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The balut, being sold at the corner&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Share the glass already&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My friend let’s all start drinking&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Filipino! - Filipino! - Filipino! - Filipino!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Baby baby baby Be (3x) You are my&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Baby baby baby Be (3x) You are my&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Baby baby baby Be (3x) You are&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Filipino! - Filipino! - Filipino! - Filipino!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Observe all the beautiful girls&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Your beauty really drives me crazy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Sweetness is never tiresome&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You’re the only one I want to be with at&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Your house or nipa hut&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Your love is for real&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My heart always speaks&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    There is no one else in the world like you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You’re Filipino shout now, c’mmon&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    If you’re beautiful shout now, c’mmon&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    If you value your life, c’mmon&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Thank you for your support&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Filipino! - Filipino! - Filipino! - Filipino!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Filipino! - Filipino! - Filipino! - Filipino!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Baby baby baby Be (3x) You are my&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Baby baby baby Be (3x) You are my&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Baby baby baby Be (3x) You are my&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Baby baby baby Be (3x) You are my&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Baby baby baby Be (3x) You are my&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Baby baby baby Be (3x) You are&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Filipino! - Filipino! - Filipino! - Filipino!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Filipino! - Filipino! - Filipino! - Filipino!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You’re Filipino shout now, c’mmon&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    If you’re beautiful shout now, c’mmon&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    If your life is valuable, c’mmon&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Thank you for your support&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Filipino! - Filipino! - Filipino! - Filipino!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    (repeat)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    -----------------------------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Additional notes from MilkPhish:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"bebot" -- be´-bot is a street slang word for "girl" or "female" taken from the Tagalog word "babae" -- ba´-ba´-e&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;no derogatory implications whatsoever; Filipinos do not demean their females. the only demeaning word for females is a Spanish word, but none in Tagalog.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-112669669656619887?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/112669669656619887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=112669669656619887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/112669669656619887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/112669669656619887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/09/rock-tha-pinoy.html' title='Rock tha pinoy!!'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-112669408892022310</id><published>2005-09-14T22:28:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T22:34:48.926+12:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish you enough...</title><content type='html'>Hey guys; this email was sent to me a while back by my elder sister. Recently we found out that there's a possibility that she'll be returning to Aussie, so events kinda reminded me of this email. Just thought i'd post it up here. enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments&lt;br /&gt;together at the airport as the daughter's departure had been announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the mother said, "I&lt;br /&gt;love you and I wish you enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daughter replied,&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, our life together has been more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kissed and the daughter left. The mother walked over to the window&lt;br /&gt;where I sat. Standing there, I could see she wanted and needed to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried not to intrude on her privacy but she welcomed me in by asking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I have," I replied. "Forgive me for asking but why is this a&lt;br /&gt;forever good-bye?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am old and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the&lt;br /&gt;reality is the next trip back will be for my funeral," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, "I wish you enough."&lt;br /&gt;May I ask what that means?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She began to smile. "That's a wish that has been handed down from other&lt;br /&gt;generations. My parents used to say it to everyone." She paused a&lt;br /&gt;moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail and she&lt;br /&gt;smiled even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When we said 'I wish you enough' we were wanting the other person to&lt;br /&gt;have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then turning toward me, she shared the following, reciting it from&lt;br /&gt;memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then began to cry and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...now go everybody, and eat bananas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tee hee ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-112669408892022310?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/112669408892022310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=112669408892022310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/112669408892022310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/112669408892022310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-wish-you-enough.html' title='I wish you enough...'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-112653770708863185</id><published>2005-09-13T03:07:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T03:08:27.090+12:00</updated><title type='text'>The Contender finale</title><content type='html'>My favourite songs of recent times:&lt;br /&gt;- Fix You by Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;- Hate It Or Love It by The Game featuring 50 Cent&lt;br /&gt;- Let Me Hold You by Bow Wow and Omarion&lt;br /&gt;- My Humps by The Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;- The Apl Song by Apl De Ap (Black Eyed Peas)&lt;br /&gt;- What You Waiting For by Gwen Stefani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment im watching Sergio Mora duke it out with Peter Manfredo for a phat $1,000,000 in the totally-addictive-to-watch Contender Championship [This blog entry was written aages ago]. Its the finale episode; the two last fighters in a massive Caesars Palace Las Vegas showdown, and the boxers are giving it all they've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes whine in defiance every time i make them stray away from the screen. I dont know what it is about this show, i've never took an interest in boxing (or any competition fighting) before, but for some reason i have followed along with the entire plot of the show - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sergio the Latin Snake, champion of the west side (REPRESENT!). With a cheeky grin that would piss off any competitor, This guy kinda taunts you into a trap and whoever falls for it, well, pretty much gets wasted. Sergio wants the million for his family who always come to watch him; most notably his devoted mother. He's my favourite of the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manfredo is one tough italian though, and shouldnt be underestimated. The east sider knocked out of the tournament on the very first episode, he was revived into the show after repeated ass whoopings delivered by the west side (THATS RIGHT HA HA HA!!). He's made them pay for bringing him back. I saw this guy practising in the gym in the early episodes, and his punches - WOW! it was like hearing distant thunder. He fights for his Wife and kid, and i thought the little girl was cool with her funny lil' accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah boxing... i dont know, i guess in the back of almost every boys mind is the love of a good scrap ;-p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-112653770708863185?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/112653770708863185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=112653770708863185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/112653770708863185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/112653770708863185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/09/contender-finale.html' title='The Contender finale'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-112653740193843747</id><published>2005-09-13T03:02:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T22:43:04.493+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Enter the cocktail party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebtown.com/Jeigaman/images/Cocktail%20Party%20-%20Blogger%20Images%2001.jpg" height="200" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebtown.com/Jeigaman/images/Cocktail%20Party%20-%20Blogger%20Images%2002.jpg" height="200" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebtown.com/Jeigaman/images/Cocktail%20Party%20-%20Blogger%20Images%2003.jpg" height="200" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. who is that weird girl who is in almost all of my photos that night?!? its crazy! how did she get in the middle of each photo every time??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-112653740193843747?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/112653740193843747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=112653740193843747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/112653740193843747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/112653740193843747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/09/enter-cocktail-party.html' title='Enter the cocktail party!'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-112653731056198001</id><published>2005-09-13T02:22:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T03:01:50.596+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy tekken fans know the know ;-p</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;heh heh, this was just some weird tekken fan email i got from my mate Jin... i guess you gotta be hardout at tekken cos even i dont know what some of these things mean!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;YOU KNOW YOU'RE PLAYING TOO MUCH TEKKEN WHEN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- somebody challenges you to a fist fight and you wiggle your thumbs to warm up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- someone asks what time it is and you answer "8 frames to 3 o'clock..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- your friends have pet dogs and you have a bear... with pink bracelets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you sing "put your LK in, put your LK out..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you tell someone to "1+2" instead of telling them to "use both hands"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you find it weird that kangaroos in the zoo aren't wearing boxing gloves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you always stay away from walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- someone says "please step aside" and your thumbs instinctively twitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you duck when someone hugs you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- your girlfriend asks how your day was and you say "I PULLED OFF A 77-DAMAGE JUGGLE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you got arthritis and play anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you ask for your paycheck to be paid in quarters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You think some people look like tekken characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You have the urge to do Heihachi's d4 on people in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You name your kids after Tekken characters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you go home and "practice" tekken on your ps2 after spending the whole day playing tekken at the local arcade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You've wasted an entire bottle of mousse trying to make your hair stand up like Paul's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You watch a Bruce Lee/Jackie Chan movie and say "Hey, that guy looks like Law/Lei!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You currently own the Tekken movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You tried to find a place that sells those chaps with built-in belts that Hwoarang wears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You scream "Dorya!" as you swing in any sport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You kick school girls on the shin because you think they'll go into phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You tell someone to stop by saying "Fuleeeze!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You go to the customization screen in the home version of Tekken 5 to see Anna's boobs jiggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You get into a fight, try to do Kuma's Fart of Doom, and kill your social life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you're children are twins named Anna and Nina...and they're boys...but you play tekken way too much that you don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-112653731056198001?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/112653731056198001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=112653731056198001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/112653731056198001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/112653731056198001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/09/crazy-tekken-fans-know-know-p.html' title='Crazy tekken fans know the know ;-p'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-112341676386516526</id><published>2005-08-07T23:54:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T00:12:43.870+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Baka Yaro Topics: The August Children</title><content type='html'>I now know the reason why so many people had their birthday in august... its soo hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it; if you were born in august, what special event [or festival season] happened roughly nine months before you were born?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this particular special season or occasion, ask yourself: do couple get a little "romantic" during this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then revise, how long does it usually take for a baby to come out of the womb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every 1st of august i look at my wallet in sorrow; because i know that for the next four weeks im going to be broke. everybody has their birthday in august!&lt;br /&gt;"why why why?!?" i would always ask my anorexic wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i get it, and now i always giggle whenever i think of my parents, many of my friends parents, and heck probably even your parents ;p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dads the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dad, my dad, Jin's dad, Diablo's dad, S.J's dad, Grampa, cousin Vicsta's dad, and a couple of dads that have kids at my work - they're all the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year everybody - bwa ha ha, ahaaa ha ha... oh, oh, i need a pepsi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-112341676386516526?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/112341676386516526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=112341676386516526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/112341676386516526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/112341676386516526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/08/baka-yaro-topics-august-children_07.html' title='Baka Yaro Topics: The August Children'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-112273192961662763</id><published>2005-07-31T01:53:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T16:58:49.480+12:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shadow Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebtown.com/Jeigaman/images/Shadow%20Girl.gif" alt="Shadow Girl, whats on your mind?" height="143" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This [rather crude poem looking back on it] is about a girl i really liked but didnt do anything about; A sad reminder of my stupidness&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shadow girl's my holy grail&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whims move to her slightest trail&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hazy dreams of life not pale&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floating from the moon...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her life it simmers, like the sun&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The search for someone of her kind&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corner of my eyes did run&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For wanting what is in her mind.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;i&gt;But given the chance&lt;/i&gt; --&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic in my heart i feel&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nightmares i could introduce&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fight my good will makes me reel&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the hurt that might produce.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;i&gt;The realisation sets in&lt;/i&gt; --&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its me who lives a life in fear&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denied the hope that i held dear&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shadow girl does not exist -&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shadow's me; a silent mist.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunlight girl's my lowly fail&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whims lost to her fading trail&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion made my own betrayal&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dream let go too soon...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;To those who love not and hurt within:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont skip your chances, for chance come so few.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-112273192961662763?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/112273192961662763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=112273192961662763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/112273192961662763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/112273192961662763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/07/shadow-girl.html' title='The Shadow Girl'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-112160533317923810</id><published>2005-07-18T01:01:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T16:59:34.413+12:00</updated><title type='text'>I aint no pimp!!</title><content type='html'>The songs i like playing at the moment include: &lt;br /&gt;- Green Eyes by Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;- Feel Good Inc. by Gorillaz&lt;br /&gt;- Spare Me The Details by The Offspring&lt;br /&gt;- Ladies Night by Kool &amp; The Gang&lt;br /&gt;- As If by Blaque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Ah finally i have posted up a version of JeigaNet that i can finally be satisfied with. No longer will i endlessly search for a 'better version', skrying the web for better source code that i can manipulate. It is JeigaNet version 6, a manly version of the extremely female version 5, upgrading its code. all references are posted in the links section if you want to know who inspired me to create this blog. Finally this creative bloggy bloodlust has been sated. The only thing i would want to do with the design now is optimise its code and clean it up. Nothing too important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister has pointed out something that quite suprised me. From reading my blog she thinks im quite a player! which is so amazingly untrue that i had to laugh my head off. She called me saying that she was worried that we were drifting apart and that i wasnt telling her the important stages in my life anymore. She thought this because she read my blog entry detailing my association with my friend Connie, and thought i had a mystery girlfriend and was totally in love with her and it was a major staging point in my life. Wow, a womans overdramatisation skill is outstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, Connie is a friend that i met over msn messenger. Meeting her in any other form is unfortunately virtually impossible, as she really does live in canada. We are both too finacially troubled for one of us to make the trip and see eachother personally. If that were possible, wow who knows, i might of had an extremely sensual affair by now, and had a fight with her 'gangsta' boyfriend. When the flirty stuff started happening, that long time ago, we had a realistic chat about what could be possible. Nothing but a bond of friendship was formed, and thats pretty much how it will stay forever more. She is unique in that she is the only person i know soley by interaction through the internet. For all i know she could be a horrendous and horny man, but i guess i'll take that risk and be her friend anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K is also just a friend. We met in my first semester of uni and i guess a spark flew... i couldnt help it; she was a babe! though that only lasted roughly a day, until i turned her down for another girl. You'd think she would hate me but we've been friends ever since. We have dinners at Nando's followed by a movie. Her parents treat me like family, which is a great feeling because they too are very interesting and intellectual people. For my birthdays she gets me one book from the 'Tomorrow When The War Began' series, of which i have two now. This wont stop till i have all seven of them, so this ensues that we will be best friends for at least 7 years. I have yet to figure out a cunning plan to pay her back for all her kindness. She's just come back from a trip to thailand and she says she's brought me stuff. I really hope its not something too grand, that girl really is to nice sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen, just like the other two, is JUST A FRIEND. yes, when i first became her friend, when i first saw her miniskirts, when i first heard her accent, when i first smelled her perfume, i admit i was attracted. I mean, the girl is DAMN FYNE. she's had a baby and that usually changes what a girl looks like, but she's still DAMN FYNE. Miraculously though, my feelings have somehow just naturally changed. I've somehow just naturally accepted her new boyfriend into her life; i feel no threat or desire for competition... i am just happy being her friend. I can tell her to her face that she's sexy, though when i say it it feels as though im telling her as a gay man. And yo, i aint gay nigga wot. I love women. Women are pure mmmmm. Aaanyways, like K, i also feel Karen is a best friend. I recently became her 'hero' when i ordered her a pizza from the other side of auckland and got it delivered to her door. Being just a friend never felt so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we are not actually cousins, Jodi and Vanesssa are considered FAMILY, regardless of how beautiful they are. And i can say that cos its pretty much the truth. You look at all their photo's and what do you see? two very cute asian girls. I know this, but somehow nothing in any fibre of my being acts upon this. Its just like they were born of my mothers womb and they grew up with me as my sisters. But you do tend to notice when people see us together and then afterwards give me an elbow nudge saying something like "Jei you lucky dog who are those two babes you were with?!?" - It almost makes you want to pretend, just for the macho trip you get from all your guy mates being impressed with you.But really, im not that stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of family, my grandma, mother and two sisters are obviously non-exixtent in the love section of my brain. They ARE family; nuff sed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the girls at my place of work are attractive, but most will always be pushed behind my force field of professionalism. I keep it real in the workplace, and love has no place in the aisles of my jobzone. I do not want girls to be freaking out and staying away from a weird flirty asian guy diggin deep for affection. So, basically its a common rule of thumb to keep the luv-luv in check within working hours. Its very rare for someone to threaten that barrier, probably the one who came closest was Karen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this sounds ultimately crazy, for the last couple of months i havent seriously been checking out any girls at uni - Mad isnt it?!? i mean, uni is the years for sexually active boys to go wild! Not me i spose, i've been taking it pretty easy while i am there, though i spose there some additional external factors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i think that covers all major Feminalia in my life at the moment, or maybe at least all of whom i desire to talk about within the confines of this blog. As it shows i care about alot of women in my life, but thats only because of my deeply engrained vision of a perfect world, which i'll probably write about at a later date. The point is, that i am not a player, and all the girls i am close to are nothing much but friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man its late... as usual the only thing i've been able to write about is women. i swear theres something wrong with me aye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-112160533317923810?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/112160533317923810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=112160533317923810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/112160533317923810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/112160533317923810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-aint-no-pimp.html' title='I aint no pimp!!'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-112001221228134633</id><published>2005-06-29T13:39:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T14:50:13.263+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking it easy, and JeigaNet v5</title><content type='html'>My my i have been taking it slow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The largest project of work i have done in recent times is this very blog: JeigaNet version 5. Finally i am away from the dull and monotonous blogger templates and have joined the ranks of the blogskins.com universe. The original blog template was created by a filipino girl (oooooooouu!! - wait a minute, i just visited her site - she's only 14; so no thankyou) named Kaila a.k.a SilentWhimpers. take a look at the original at &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info.php?sid=43339"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com/info.php?sid=43339&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a beautiful template, and the code could be easily modified with a bit of tinkering. I know its majorly girly at the moment [DUDE THATS GIRLY!!], and also that it looks to much like (and thus reminds me of) Lian and her blog; But im currently designing a new background image that is still manga styles but a bit more 'manly':p mua ha ha i could use all the manliness i can get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and yeah i know Kaila said 'DO NOT ALTER MY CODE' but in my defence, i am at heart a piratical indo theif, and so from a deeply rooted sub-consious level i natually dont give a rats bottom about copyright infrigement. Its not my fault, im just genetically programmed that way - an besides, i think i made it that little bit more visually appealing, and i've still left the credit links to her site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but as the clock ticks by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i just lay on my bed and allowed my brain to slow to a halt. I skimmed magazines that i must have bought at least three years ago, and played music almost non-stop, all day. I felt really good when i spoke to Karen once again, one of the most trusted in my small circle of friends. It makes me wonder about all the other people i care about, that i've neglected to keep in contact with; such as Jin and K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin will be alright, as he always is; with his 'meh' attitude to all the problems he seems to face. He'll work his way round any obstacle that gets in his way, or he'll just whack his way through them with his big black fists. As a friend though it feels as if we are at the start of two different paths, and eventually i wont be able to see him through the fog that is life. Although, that is just me being over-dramatic. He'd probaby conk me over the head, nod his head in dissapointment, give me that 'oh Jei you silly clown' look (like the one on his ID card) and do that "hmpf" thing that he does when someone is being a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A carefree life in the country"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K is going to thailand within a matter of days, if not having gone already. as i said i havent spoken to her in a while, which i fel quite guilty about. The last kind of contact i recieved from her was an email with a picture of shrek getting a head-job... nuff sed. I might call her tonight and wish her farewell. Sometimes, although i am as close to her as i would be to Karen, she doesnt tell me some of the problems she has, unless that problem makes her feel so at un-ease that she cant contain and it blurts out. She says that sometimes she worries that i'll be dissapointed in the choices she's made, like i'll look down on her. Quite the opposite really, as in my opinion i've been the one who feels like less of a person and keeps K and her family at arms length with but shadows of the truth, rather than the big picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish i could tell you... aww never mind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent done ANYTHING in the last couple of days... i still havent planned what im going to be doing for the next 6 months - should i stay at uni or split off and try half a year of full time work? I guess the major motivational point for that decision will be my grades for the semester that just finished. I've got one - Internet and Website Development 2 - and i passed! but the other two were the harder of the three so i'll wait for those before i make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go now, but before i go i just want to say this - "Leni, my beloved elder sister, i have missed you so. please may you and C-Unit visit us soon, your family wants to remember your face. Much love from lil' bro Jei"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-112001221228134633?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/112001221228134633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=112001221228134633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/112001221228134633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/112001221228134633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/06/taking-it-easy-and-jeiganet-v5.html' title='Taking it easy, and JeigaNet v5'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-112195795856969688</id><published>2005-06-18T02:46:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T03:13:00.076+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Mace Windu; The Black Man</title><content type='html'>[Mace] - why am i the only black jedi on the jedi council? Aint nobody else in here black; and if ya'll black yo got a bone in the middle of yo 'ead...why dont ya'll throw some cotton balls around on the ground n' let me 'practice' for yo masta yoda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[yoda] - ...what?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mace] - All ya'll slaaaave owners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[vader] - i thought you'd be better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mace] - and i thought you'd be taller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[vader] - touche!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-112195795856969688?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/112195795856969688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=112195795856969688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/112195795856969688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/112195795856969688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/06/mace-windu-black-man.html' title='Mace Windu; The Black Man'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-111863778353612270</id><published>2005-06-13T16:38:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T16:43:03.550+12:00</updated><title type='text'>oh no...</title><content type='html'>im in trouble... there's no way out but through.&lt;br /&gt;i keep doing this to myself; i will never learn.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if i can keep this up anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep having this dream, that i run away; run away from everything...&lt;br /&gt;start anew, where no-one knows me, and i know no-one.&lt;br /&gt;and learn - all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i wasnt so stupid these couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;im hurting myself way too much.&lt;br /&gt;what am i going to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-111863778353612270?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/111863778353612270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=111863778353612270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111863778353612270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111863778353612270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-no.html' title='oh no...'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-111760035864716344</id><published>2005-06-01T16:27:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T01:52:10.510+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Jodi's Birthday Pictures :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebtown.com/Jeigaman/images/Jodi/Happy%20Birthday%20Jodi%21.jpg" alt="Happy Birthday Jodi!" height="200" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebtown.com/Jeigaman/images/Jodi/Jei%20and%20Friend.jpg" alt="Jodi with Me and one of Jodi's mates Siem" height="200" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="450" border="0" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebtown.com/Jeigaman/images/Jodi/Vanel%20Rollover%20Part%20A.jpg" alt="Jel and Vanessa with Jodi!" width="400" height="200"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-111760035864716344?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/111760035864716344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=111760035864716344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111760035864716344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111760035864716344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/06/jodis-birthday-pictures.html' title='Jodi&apos;s Birthday Pictures :)'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-111741040722807515</id><published>2005-05-30T11:43:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T12:31:18.356+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you beat the sith?</title><content type='html'>Hey guys; long time no see... i've come across this crackup flash joke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sithsense.com/flash.htm"&gt;http://www.sithsense.com/flash.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;challenge darth vader to a test of mental might! he's good but not great.&lt;br /&gt;i was think about sophia, and he guessed four times and didnt get it - the closest he got was red sports car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i broadened it out to women, and then he got a bit better - "im thinking its a chick"&lt;br /&gt;mua ha ha, the dark side is a funni side :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. watch out for the random Burger King!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow its really my day for finding websites! go here too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.discoveryalienplanet.com/parallax/"&gt;http://www.discoveryalienplanet.com/parallax/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-111741040722807515?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/111741040722807515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=111741040722807515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111741040722807515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111741040722807515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/05/can-you-beat-sith.html' title='Can you beat the sith?'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-111570685344814289</id><published>2005-05-10T18:23:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T16:53:29.476+12:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Girl issues... pwa!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;currently feeling&lt;/span&gt;: calm, slightly tired, wondering if i should write how i feel each time i blog, instead of using that weird 'Unky Mood' thing in my menu bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;currently listening to&lt;/span&gt;: "All Day Long I Think About Sex - JC Chasez". damn you n'sync boy and your disruptive video clip!... oh thats better... "In The Arms Of The Angel - Sarah McLachlan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here i am, another day in the life of Jei Damani. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;I have felt that, along with my blog lookin rather choppy (ie. crappy, generic, 'everybody uses this silly blog template and i have no originality'), that i dont really write entries of such great quality. The tales of my friends are really the only articles i like in this blog - and they're not even finished (or for that matter, totally true).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog has been up till now something of a novelty; and i've been thinking, maybe i should write something deep, something personal, something beautiful... show the world what its like to be inside me mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the blog design revamp has been massively delayed, due to my ever time-taxing assignments and my desire to keep whats left of my social life, i figure i could write something a little more deeper than usual at the moment. I had intended to catch the 6:30 train home so i could watch charmed at 7:30, but my video games dont seem to be burning on CD fast enough.... oh well, the 7:30 train it is - that should be a whole 45 minutes on my mind typed out for the viewers pleasure :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently think im the greatest stayer-upper on the entire planet - i managed to stay awake for somewhat 23 hours straight. But thats probably not true, and alot of my class members managed to do the same thing - without the big snack bag that i had, and without the wirlwind of whingeing i created for myself :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That dastardley programming assignment proved more taxing that i expected. why the hell did i think i could start AND finish that on the last day before the deadline?!? I always tell myself that im never going to do something dumb like that again, but history proves me wrong time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, to commemorate this 23 hour grand feat of mental endurance, i thought i would spend the 24th hour awake chatting with my dear friend Karen, who i've been wanting to visit for soo long now but havent had the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was busy hanging the clothes to dry (it was the first time it had been sunny for such a long time) so she couldnt talk long. She thought i should go to sleep instead on talking to her anyway, cos i sounded kinda crazy :p well, for a person that had studied 23 hours straight i had strangley wide awake and happy; i was telling her about the idea having of sex with Connie the canadian girl i was talking to on MSN. I mean, WTF?!? who talks about stuff like that?? fortunately my bizarre ranting managed to make her laugh (Karen has such a nice laugh), but she thought i should get some rest or i'd get sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it really hard to fall asleep. I devoted what little mental capacity i had to find a reason as to why i should go to sleep... and that had me conked out faster that you can say 'munky-moo'. The moment i awoke i groaned - two weeks ago i had never been able to stay up and do assignments the entire night. I now looked as though i'd be doing that a whole lot for the next couple of weeks :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ah dang its almost time to catch the train, and i havent finished saying what i have to say! i'll continue this tomorrow, or maybe the next day - i should devote some time tomorrow trying to explain to Karen that im not a crazy boy wanting to have relations with random canadian girls. Adios for now amigos...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh im back... Its now monday the 16th of May. Time seems to have really flown past so quickly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i've been re-introduced to my cousin Jodie, which has come along great! well, she's more like a friend of the family than cousin but i've accepted her as part of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="225" border="0" align="left" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/asianflirtnz/andre.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebtown.com/Jeigaman/images/Jodi/RolloverA%20-%20Jodi%20And%20Jel%20Part%201.jpg" alt="Jodi Huy; My Cousin" width="225" height="200"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go waay back, i guess we kinda grew up together. She was more like my elder sisters close mate, and i didnt know her too well. I dont recall any conversations we ever had, though back in the day i was very simple minded and didnt have very many deep conversations :p her and her sister have always been exceptionally cute - i remember having a bit of a crush on her little sister Vanessa, but thats a bust nowdays cos she's engaged and is said to act way more mature than jodie :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, we got to know eachother a bit and she's really quite cool. she speaks her mind even when its about really bizarre stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"maan, i got this rash on my leg that was making it all purple you know? and well yeah now its been creeping up onto my tummy...its really weird aye?!? hey you wanna look?"&lt;br /&gt;"erm... how about no..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="225" border="0" align="right" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/asianflirtnz/andre.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebtown.com/Jeigaman/images/Jodi/RolloverA%20-%20Jodi%20And%20Jel%20Part%202.jpg" alt="Jodi with Jel" width="225" height="200"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday she came to her house with her son Andre and boyfriend Jel and they were really cool. the boyfriend also got along well with my mom and aunts which i thought was bizarre. usually they give the intial 'evil-eyes' to boyfriends/girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jodie and i sat back and had a semi deep conversation about life; how she turned out the way she did, how she met her boi, and about her son Andre... i dunno, it was like we were always like that. and with the swapping of adresses, mobile and home phone numbers and emails, im sure she'' we'll continue being good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deep conversations... that reminded me that i hadn't seen kristie lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i was invited to dinner By Kristie and her family. I was so glad to see her; i hadnt seen her in a couple of weeks and i was starting to miss my friend (Karen if your reading this im going to try and visit you as well this wednesday before i have to do overnight study weeks again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristie cooked a meal and she gave me a present she was holding for me since my birthday. We've decided that for my birthdays and christmas' K is going to get me each of the seven books from the 'Tomorrow, When The War Began' series by john marsden. I love those books and have always wanted to have the entire set. Thanks to K i now have no.'s 1 and 2 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so nice at her house. Her parents have strangely accepted me and welcomed me into their house. They're probably the only non-familial parental-type people i actually find it easy to communicate with. We talk about our days and i help them with any computer problems they may have. Gayle, K's mom, is a student like me, so we can relate on certain late night study session dilemmas. Her course sounds alot more fascinating than mine though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something of growing concern lately is that they seem to like me more that K's boyfriend Aaron, and thats just wrong cos i dont suspect that Kristie and I will have a romantic relationship any time soon. She says im like a brother to her, and i dunno... i seem to feel comforted by that. K is one of those friends i wish to keep for a very long time, if not forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Kristie... i remember when we first met... and that reminds me of another girl i used to care about. or maybe, someone i still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not going to mention her name here. We havent spoken in around three years now; usually i ask people if its okay to write about them in this blog. But... this thing is a journal; in a journal your supposed to write whats on your mind. And she's on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've pressed hard on myself not to think of her anymore. But that hasnt worked so great. her memory always lingers in the back of my mind. Her friends are in my classes and they remind me of her. I cant find it in myself to talk to them. Sometimes i find it utterly ridiculous. There's not a day i dont regret losing her, treating her the way i did. sometimes i take extremely long showers, so long that the hot water runs dry, because the feeling it gives me - the inability to think about the world around you, the ability to wash all your sorrows down the drain - helps to keep the skeletons in my closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always thought that guys are naturally morons, and im a perfect example of this theory. I had a chance with the nicest, most polite, most 'right' girl i have ever met, and i totally messed it up. Till this day it remains one of the worst experiences i've ever had - and i think its reverted me back to shy mode, i notice it especially at uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've wanted to talk to her so badly for such a long time. But now, when i think about it, what would i say? the thought of it makes me cold; i find it really un-nerving [is that a word??]. i figure that anything coming from me would make her sad. To see me, hear me, sense me... i remember that sad expression on her face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i feel i could use one of those long showers right about now. im at uni though, and my gym membership expired a couple of days ago, so no useable showers in sight. so i'll have to close with a portion of this Sarah McLachlan song that seems to fit the mood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"...Spend all your time waiting for that second chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;  For the break that will make it ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;  There's always some reason to feel not good enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;  And it's hard at the end of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;  I need some distraction, oh beautiful release&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;  Memories seep from my veins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;  They may be empty and weightless, and maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;  I'll find some peace tonight...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and if you were wondering - "why watch charmed ya big girly-girl?" - initially i had a massive crush on Alyssa Milano, tee hee yeah she mad it into my cutey celebrity list ;) but her power over me in waning, so today i wanted to watch it because the band 'The Donnas' are going to make a guest appearance. I saw them on the ad and i remember Fia telling me her brother thought they were cute. I wanted to see if that was true, so then maybe they can replace Alyssa. They have a catchy song, maybe that will help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude; i gotta get a girlfriend... ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-111570685344814289?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/111570685344814289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=111570685344814289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111570685344814289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111570685344814289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/05/6-girl-issues-pwa.html' title='6 Girl issues... pwa!!'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-111533706417387641</id><published>2005-05-06T11:41:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T11:34:51.810+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Love History...</title><content type='html'>Hey-hey, i was just browsing through some of my old emails (man i have so many!) and i came across some weird romantic antics i tried to do in the past. heh heh heh i'll post some up here for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Woman with a NZ Jei Damani twist ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANGEL FROM AUCKLAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Lenny Kravitz, lyrics altered by junistyles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dedicated to [CENSORED!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Angel from Auckland, fly away with me,&lt;br /&gt;angel from auckland, darlin let us be&lt;br /&gt;see you round the bio door,&lt;br /&gt;man i wanna see yo face some more&lt;br /&gt;dont know anythin better to do,&lt;br /&gt;[Than] spend my time gazing into you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now angel, fly away, angel from auckland, listen what I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel from auckland, fly away with me,&lt;br /&gt;angel from auckland, darlin let us be&lt;br /&gt;love everythin I see on you,&lt;br /&gt;[from your] light brown hair to your sketcher shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-girl your eyes can hypnotize&lt;br /&gt;make me feel i really can fly&lt;br /&gt;Now angel, fly away&lt;br /&gt;Angel from auckland, listen what I say-ay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel from auckland, c'mon fly away,&lt;br /&gt;angel from auckland, listen what I say&lt;br /&gt;see ya round the hist-ry door,&lt;br /&gt;with a look i cant ignore&lt;br /&gt;see a mind thats strong and cool,&lt;br /&gt;when im wit ya cant be no fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-girl your eyes can hypnotize,&lt;br /&gt;make me feel i really can fly&lt;br /&gt;Now angel, fly away&lt;br /&gt;Angel from auckland, listen what I say-ay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel from auckland, fly away with me&lt;br /&gt;Angel from auckland, darlin let us be&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go, I gotta get away&lt;br /&gt;Babe you wanna come?, c'mon fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be wit you angel,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be wit you angel,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be wit you angel,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be wit you angel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye?&lt;br /&gt;please no&lt;br /&gt;its your choice [yes?]&lt;br /&gt;i hope so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(angel from auckland) cos girl your good for me&lt;br /&gt;i hope im good for you,&lt;br /&gt;(angel from auckland) jus look me right straight in the eye&lt;br /&gt;and tell me what you wanna do&lt;br /&gt;dont wanna leave you angel, no dont wanna go&lt;br /&gt;dont wanna leave you angel, dont wanna go&lt;br /&gt;iiiiiiiiii dont wanna go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll see you later&lt;br /&gt;angel from auckland [CENSORED!!]...yeah...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AMERICAN WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORIGINAL LYRICS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;American woman, stay away from me&lt;br /&gt;American woman, mama let me be&lt;br /&gt;Don't come hangin' around my door&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna see your face no more&lt;br /&gt;I got more important things to do&lt;br /&gt;Than spend my time growin' old with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now woman, stay away, American woman, listen what I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American woman, get away from me&lt;br /&gt;American woman, mama let me be&lt;br /&gt;Don't come knockin' around my door&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna see your shadow no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Coloured lights can hypnotize&lt;br /&gt;Sparkle someone else's eyes&lt;br /&gt;Now woman, get away&lt;br /&gt;American woman, listen what I say-ay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Woman, said get away&lt;br /&gt;American Woman, listen what I say&lt;br /&gt;Don't come a hangin' around my door&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna see your face no more&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your war machines&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your ghetto scenes&lt;br /&gt;(repeat 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American woman, stay away from me&lt;br /&gt;American woman, mama let me be&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go, I gotta get away&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I gotta go, I wanna fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna leave you woman(4) Bye-bye (4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(American woman) You're no good for me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm no good for you&lt;br /&gt;(American woman) I'll look you right in the eye&lt;br /&gt;And tell you what I'm gonna do&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna leave you woman, you know I gotta go&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna leave you woman, I gotta go&lt;br /&gt;Iiiiiiiiiiiii gotta go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go....american woman.....yeah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BWA HA HA!!&lt;br /&gt;pretty silly eh?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-111533706417387641?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/111533706417387641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=111533706417387641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111533706417387641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111533706417387641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/05/love-history.html' title='Love History...'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-111497089393416715</id><published>2005-05-02T06:01:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T06:34:05.216+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Working the graveyard shift...</title><content type='html'>Well, i've finally done it. It is now 6:00am and i've finished my assignment. i've been here at uni for 18 hours, but i've finally done it. thank you! [looks upstairs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must congratulate anyone who can work all night on nothing but black currant juice that makes your stomach feel wobbly. Its a pretty hard task, and i speak from experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank Fia and Jin for my social survival, for cheering me up when i had lacked all emotion and was running on computer code... [beep].  it was nearing midnight,  and all public transport had shut down; i had no way of getting home.... [dun dun DUNN!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure i did that on purpose, but thats not the point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fia, that lovely girl, offered to pick me up! even if it meant some crazy ass hour like 3am! either she's a complete mango brain or she one of the most kindest most giving people i know! well, in truth i guess those two comments are actually quite true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you wake up at 3:30am and drive for half an hour just to pick up a delirious punk ass, scrawnty tawny asian fulla? "Hell NO" your mentally thoughts suggest? i totally agree. leave that dude to whither away, and then laugh at his bones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but NOO! Fia said she'd gladly come! Much hugginess and kissamisses and all other such mushy stuff in your direction sunshine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to gloat more about my feats of mental endurance, but i really just cant. my mind shut down. i've been thinking mildly abnormal for the last couple of hours - but the general pattern was leading to a total mental mush-down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some total motivation right herre man... something to really get my motor started!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-111497089393416715?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/111497089393416715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=111497089393416715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111497089393416715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111497089393416715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/05/working-graveyard-shift.html' title='Working the graveyard shift...'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-111414280087710665</id><published>2005-04-22T16:03:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T16:06:40.876+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Failed artistic skill...</title><content type='html'>Oh bumsy poo...&lt;br /&gt;im not a very good blog design person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just cant decide on how its supposed to look, and i cant get the code to work right every time i make a new design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at the two temporary JeigaNet templates that i've made. note that theres no links back to JeigaNet so just click the back button on your browser:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://proto-jeiga-1.blogspot.com"&gt;Prototype 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://proto-jeiga-2.blogspot.com"&gt;Prototype 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have any ideas, please tell me, cos im really at a loss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-111414280087710665?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/111414280087710665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=111414280087710665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111414280087710665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111414280087710665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/04/failed-artistic-skill.html' title='Failed artistic skill...'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-111413549751806144</id><published>2005-04-22T14:01:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T15:30:10.190+12:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the sound a mongoose makes?</title><content type='html'>Look out for this space when i write about one of the most weirdest spectaculouso girls i have ever met - Fia the Kooky-Mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONGOOSE - a member of the Herpestidae family, which are small, cat-like carnivores. They are found in Asia, Africa, the Caribbean, and southern Europe in more than thirty species, ranging between one and four feet in length. Mongooses feed on insects, crabs, worms, lizards, and other small creatures (as well as eggs and sometimes fruits), but they are best known for their ability to fight and kill venomous snakes such as the cobra (ophiophagy).  They are fairly intelligent and can be taught simple tricks, so they are often kept as pets to protect the home from vermin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIA - [to be continued, a work in progress]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-111413549751806144?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/111413549751806144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=111413549751806144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111413549751806144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111413549751806144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-is-sound-mongoose-makes.html' title='What is the sound a mongoose makes?'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-111397517934493989</id><published>2005-04-20T17:32:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T18:15:14.160+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Im an IDIOT!!</title><content type='html'>AAAAAAARGH i totally screwed up my blog template!!&lt;br /&gt;what the hell is wrong with me AAAAAAARGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have i done what have i dont what have i done....&lt;br /&gt;it looks soo yucky now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sob]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-111397517934493989?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/111397517934493989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=111397517934493989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111397517934493989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111397517934493989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-idiot.html' title='Im an IDIOT!!'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-111343990799725867</id><published>2005-04-20T12:44:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T16:01:16.203+12:00</updated><title type='text'>'T.O.Y' means "Thinking Of You"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a friend - Her name is Constance a.k.a Connie.&lt;br /&gt;She lives in Pickering, Ontario, Canada.&lt;br /&gt;We met on msn messenger.&lt;br /&gt;Im her number two - though honestly i reckon i should be number three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont know what im talking about? well thats good - because i like to have deep friendships built up in a world of our design, where no-one else knows the lingo better than the two in question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats probably why i fail to communicate well in group social agenda's... oh well, more homework for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just wanna say "Hey Connie! i care about you!"&lt;br /&gt;I'll email you later :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digital communication - its a wonderful thing; but downright frustrating when you have an argument with someone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;NOTE to Candice&lt;/span&gt;: Are you trying to corrupt me?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-111343990799725867?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/111343990799725867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=111343990799725867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111343990799725867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111343990799725867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/04/toy-means-thinking-of-you.html' title='&apos;T.O.Y&apos; means &quot;Thinking Of You&quot;...'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-111388169596258695</id><published>2005-04-19T15:31:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T17:54:17.013+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Best friends 0.5 - The White Thai</title><content type='html'>Keep updated in this space, as sooner or later i will describe to you my friend 0.5, who combines with Karen to make my 1 Best friend - Kristie; otherwise known as 'K', The White Thai ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for my tale about karen earlier on in the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Kristie was scary - that was my first impression anywho... [TBC]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-111388169596258695?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/111388169596258695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=111388169596258695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111388169596258695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111388169596258695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/04/best-friends-05-white-thai.html' title='Best friends 0.5 - The White Thai'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-111232774432261949</id><published>2005-04-16T15:49:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T15:17:08.216+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends 0.5 - The Chilean</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" height="120" width="440"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="left" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="154"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hyperdisc.unitec.ac.nz/iwd205s1/hadij01/my%20photos/Karen%2004%20-%20My%20Best%20Picture.jpg" height="205" width="154" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="270"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Watch this space in the near future as I tell all about one of my closest and dearest friends - Karen a.k.a 'The Chilean' (now now, no full names; i wont risk using her proper name and getting her in trouble with net perverts).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen at first glance was a little girl, no more than 14 years old, shyly starting her first day at work. She didnt talk much, so at the end of the day i decided to get some info out of her - you know, the basics... "Hey how ya doin? what was your name again?...oh right, so how was your first day?... oh cool i hope the customers weren't too rude... ha ha ha..." Later on i learnt that she thought i was 'the sweetest guy' for being so nice to her ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was really nice, and for some strange reason i found it easy to talk to her - very odd cos it was a time when i was practically ex-comm from nearly all girls, and it was quite an age gap! Being 18 i always had friends older than me - being able to hold a conversation with a 14 year old was soo strange....?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...So we became work buddies, getting in little chats, passing eachother through the store, laughing as she tried to pass messages over the speakerphone, and having to be very careful not to knock her out while pushing trolleys through the heavy storeroom doors (believe me it came aweful close on many occasions!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close after that i found out she had a boyfriend, and in my mind i thought "aaaww, what a cute litte kiddy couple they must be"; a little puppy-love, bubble-gum pop relationship was how i imagined it... how wrong was i! when he came to pick her up after work, i was disgusted! - the dude towered over her; this chunky white dude that looked at the very least my age - what a paedophile! (in my world, 18+ year olds should have the skills to get girls their own age, not prey on little baby-kids like Karen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dude's (i like calling him that because someone once told me that 'dude' means 'donkey penis' - tee hee) name was Kayle; and in the future he proved to be one of the few people i dislike just as much, or even more, than my blood brother Prakosa Ikari. Believe me, you have to be quite a biatch to get to that level. I dislike my brother with a passion... grrrrrrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ahem...thats another story for another time. moving along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was inevitable, with Kayle being such a 'dude', that Karen would realise that she's too good for this guy, and they split apart... but she had very difficult times with this and i always tried to help where i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we started talking after work, sitting in the car park, waiting for someone to take her home, and we really started getting along... a little TOO well - at least more than i'd prefer from a friendship between an 18 year old guy and a 14 year old girl. It was freaking me out, so i started backing out. When she realised what was making me hesitate so much, the truth finally came out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jei... how old do you think i am?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well c'mon, its not too hard to tell - 14/15 tops; right?"&lt;br /&gt;[shocked expression ensues]&lt;br /&gt;"JEI! im 19!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?!? total disbelief man. gazuukes, the girl was older than me! I thought to demand that she show me her drivers liscence, but i thought not to be soo rude. This girl must be getting all her vitamins and minerals, she looked soo young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started coming to me... thats why i could speak to her easier than most... she always spoke in such a way that was a bit too mature for a 14 year old... she knows too much stuff about... stuff... ooooooooooooohh [lightbulb] ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It became easier and easier to talk to her after that. But in a twist of fate, it wasnt to last very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was confirmed. Karen was leaving the workplace. Another 'Kayle' thing...grrrrrrr... we exchanged phone numbers to keep in touch and she gave me a hug before she left with her momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this hug... it felt strange... i hadnt felt that kind of thing in an exceptionally long time. My mindset changed, my eyes re-focused... all of a sudden, Karen has mysteriously turned... cute?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god she was 19! if she really was 14, i'd be chopping my own balls off by now! JEI you sinful paedophile. I am God and i have come to take away your naughty second brain. SHA-ZAAM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sigh] dude, Cupid had unvieled my new crush to me. Not good! we are just friends! Hey you! what the hell are you standing up for?!? sit back down FOOL!!... gotta shut this down, shut it down, shut it down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It finally did shut down, but my gosh, it did take quite some time; a couple of months in the least. We had gone through alot by then, and she was fast becoming one of my most trusted friends. I remember that fateful day, that cold night at the bus stop... i tried something knew - I was totally honest with her, cos i knew that alot of boys had been real bastard-liars to her in the past (thats the thing with being a girls best friend - they tell you EVERYTHING). It was extremely hard, and i was stupid, but at least i had the balls to say what i had to say, and it worked out in the end, as we are still friends till this very day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen has this awesome, musical personality, and looks at the world in such a way that totally bewilders me. She see's the light where i am shrouded in darkness. Her emotional knowledge and life-experiences totally consume any of the small melodrama's i've had in life - she knows and has seen so much more of this world than i have ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke, another boy, has seen the beauty within Karen, and they now live together on the East side. He's no Kayle, so thats enough for me to be happy for them both. A couple of months ago the angels from up above delivered Karen and Luke a special little package, in the form of Lucy Belle, their darling new born child. I hear she has extremely cool blue eyes, like her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It costs soo much to see Karen nowdays, since we live on opposite sides of the city; But tomorrow (20th April '05) im am going to take the journey to their house, to see them once again. if she hasnt seen it by tonight, i'll show her this story and test the accuracy. see you then Karen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Luke just in case - NO i do not like Karen anymore! I know my place and i like it there, there's a whole lot less stress! Karen is soo yours sonny jim! look after her, she's very cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. did i tell you? she's south american!! WOWEE i cant believe i forgot to mention that - i'll tell you about south americans (or spanish people generally) and Filipino's later :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-111232774432261949?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/111232774432261949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=111232774432261949' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111232774432261949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111232774432261949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/04/best-friends-05-chilean.html' title='Best Friends 0.5 - The Chilean'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-112195667826758058</id><published>2005-04-14T02:26:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T13:11:19.706+12:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Know If You Play Too Much Tekken</title><content type='html'>tee hee, i got this from my friend Jin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU KNOW YOU'RE PLAYING TOO MUCH TEKKEN WHEN...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-somebody challenges you to a fist fight and you wiggle your thumbs to warm up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-someone asks what time it is and you answer "8 frames to 3 o'clock..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-your friends have pet dogs and you have a bear... with pink bracelets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-you sing "put your LK in, put your LK out..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-you tell someone to "1+2" instead of telling them to "use both hands"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-you find it weird that kangaroos in the zoo aren't wearing boxing gloves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-you always stay away from walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-someone says "please step aside" and your thumbs instinctively twitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-you duck when someone hugs you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-your girlfriend asks how your day was and you say "I PULLED OFF A 77-DAMAGE JUGGLE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-you got arthritis and play anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-you ask for your paycheck to be paid in quarters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You think some people look like tekken characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You have the urge to do Heihachi's d4 on people in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You name your kids after Tekken characters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-you go home and "practice" tekken on your ps2 after spending the whole day playing tekken at the local arcade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You've wasted an entire bottle of mousse trying to make your hair stand up like Paul's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You watch a Bruce Lee/Jackie Chan movie and say "Hey, that guy looks like Law/Lei!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You currently own the Tekken movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You tried to find a place that sells those chaps with built-in belts that Hwoarang wears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You scream "Dorya!" as you swing in any sport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You kick school girls on the shin because you think they'll go into phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You tell someone to stop by saying "Fuleeeze!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You go to the customization screen in the home version of Tekken 5 to see Anna's boobs jiggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You get into a fight, try to do Kuma's Fart of Doom, and kill your social life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-you're children are twins named Anna and Nina...and they're boys...but you play tekken way too much that you don't care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-112195667826758058?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/112195667826758058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=112195667826758058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/112195667826758058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/112195667826758058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/04/how-to-know-if-you-play-too-much.html' title='How To Know If You Play Too Much Tekken'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-111328615400842829</id><published>2005-04-12T18:07:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T18:09:14.006+12:00</updated><title type='text'>JeigaNet's future new look</title><content type='html'>Ahaa! I've just figured out how to manipulate the images from www.blogskins.com. I actually CAN have my own design, thanks to hyperdisc and bravenet... tee hee hee - you'll like the new design when it comes up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-111328615400842829?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/111328615400842829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=111328615400842829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111328615400842829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111328615400842829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/04/jeiganets-future-new-look.html' title='JeigaNet&apos;s future new look'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-111318051248832697</id><published>2005-04-11T12:29:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T17:01:27.346+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Religious 101: What is a Pope?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Due to the recent death of the Pope, i thought i'd get more of a clarification as to what the Pope actually represents to people of faith:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"...The Pope is the Catholic bishop and patriarch of Rome, and head of Roman Catholic Church and the Eastern Catholic Churches. In addition to this spiritual role, the Pope is also head of the independent, sovereign State of the Vatican City, a city-state entirely surrounded by the city of Rome..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"...In Catholicism, the Pope is supposed to be Christ's representative on earth. He is the alleged, visible successor of Peter..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"...word originates from the word father, ie: 'papa'..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did anyone watch 'End of Days' with Arnold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Schwarzenegger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;? I thought that for a religious-themed movie it was pretty cool to watch. It shows us in a mild sense how the Devil really is the 'great deciever' and how he/she can bring the worst out of us. The Pope (an actor, not the actual Pope) was also in the movie, and he sounded like a very wise and just religious leader, which is why i mention the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Im really sick of these 'Crazed and prejudiced fanatic' religious leaders like the taliban and that Brian Tamaki guy (Destiny Church). Im sure their are some out there that are good and pure. Jesus and Muhammad be proud of us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are their any other good religious-themed movies out there? NOT Passion Of The Christ - I watched that with a catholic friend and it was horrible; She almost cried and honestly i can't blame her. Maybe constantine??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-111318051248832697?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/111318051248832697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=111318051248832697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111318051248832697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111318051248832697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/04/religious-101-what-is-pope.html' title='Religious 101: What is a Pope?'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-111293787822658827</id><published>2005-04-08T17:23:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T17:24:38.226+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh nooo...</title><content type='html'>What have i done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have messed up the only part of my life that i like at the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got to get home. now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-111293787822658827?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/111293787822658827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=111293787822658827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111293787822658827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111293787822658827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/04/oh-nooo.html' title='Oh nooo...'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-111266488943464253</id><published>2005-04-05T13:31:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T13:34:49.436+12:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAAARGH!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Im losing my dang mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i've been spending soo much time thinking up different ways of making this blog thing better; what tha hell am i doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might include some favourite things about my blood origins - the piratical realms of indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first! my programming test this friday. AAAAARGH study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[kicks himself out of the blog]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-111266488943464253?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/111266488943464253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=111266488943464253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111266488943464253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111266488943464253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/04/aaaaaaargh.html' title='AAAAAAARGH!!'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-111233076740964481</id><published>2005-04-01T16:45:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T17:51:38.723+12:00</updated><title type='text'>JeigaTransit file upload test:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hyperdisc.unitec.ac.nz/iwd205s1/hadij01/Images/Menu%20Background.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-111233076740964481?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/111233076740964481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=111233076740964481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111233076740964481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111233076740964481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/04/jeigatransit-file-upload-test.html' title='JeigaTransit file upload test:'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-111224840358652391</id><published>2005-03-31T17:50:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T05:10:01.226+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Withhold your cautious judgement...</title><content type='html'>I like browsing through other peoples blogs.&lt;br /&gt;They give me wonderful ideas for my own, like the clock, shoutbox, links and site-meter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally i browse through their content, but usually im tech-spec searching ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today however, i came across a weird poetry blog; some weird white guy and his... somewhat cold, grim sexual darkness. heres an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"....GRaiL&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my back,&lt;br /&gt;her throat is raw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no codeword.&lt;br /&gt;There is no safe word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spits&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;wipes her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Like a fighter in between rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The telephone rings at least on1e hundred times.&lt;br /&gt;I can look at her for hours and hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She takes a drink&lt;br /&gt;,spits on me,&lt;br /&gt;and puts it back into her mouth&lt;br /&gt;with her eyes open...."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could it just be two people [with bad spitting habits] having a dinner conversation, ignoring the telephone... talking and talking for hours; so much so that the guy got tired and lay on his back, and the girl talked so much that her throat was raw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, you might think "well this guy watches a few too many porn movies aye" but, that is just the way he is. Those are the cards that he has be dealt, swapped and passed, creating a completely different reality to that of our own. Or maybe even to some; something all too familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i know what im talking about? who the heck knows. People are different, and so long as you dont hurt me, i will have no reason to stick a kung-fu kick into the side of your eye-socket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see more of this guys poetry, check out his blog here:&lt;br /&gt;http://seansinn.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...wow, you really can express anything you want in these blog things... i sound like a total egg ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-111224840358652391?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/111224840358652391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=111224840358652391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111224840358652391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111224840358652391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/03/withhold-your-cautious-judgement.html' title='Withhold your cautious judgement...'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-111161470247851322</id><published>2005-03-24T09:32:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T16:29:17.643+12:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of lover are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm, my blogs looking pretty dead... probably because im more into my physical pen-and-paper journal (i've been making them for 4 years now!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;today i'll fill it up with an interesting article i found and wrote in my other journal - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;What kind of lover are you?&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ludus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...seeks entertainment and excitement, and sees love as a game. To the ludic lover, love is not to be taken seriously, emotions are to be held in check lest they get out of hand and make trouble. The ludic lover retains a partner only so long as the partner is interesting and amusing. When the partner is no longer interesting enough, its time to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pragma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;...is practical and traditional and seeks compatibility in a relationship in which important needs and desires will be satisfied. The pragmatic lover is concerned with the social qualifications of a potential mate even more than with social qualities. Family and background are extremely important to the pragmatic lover, who relies not so much on feelings as on logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;...seeks beauty and sensuality and focuses on physical attractiveness, sometimes to the exclusion of qualities we might consider more important and more lasting. The erotic lover has an idealized image of beauty that is unattainable in reality. Consequently, the erotic lover often feels unfulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Manic&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;...is an obsessive love that needs to give and recieve constant attention and affection. When this is not given and recieved, or when an expression of increased commitment is not returned, reactions such as depression, jealousy and self-doubt are often experienced; and can lead to the extreme lows characteristic of the manic lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Storge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;...is a peaceful and tranquil love. Like Ludus, storge lacks passion and intensity. Storgic lovers set out not to find a lover but to establish a companion-like relationship with someone they know and whith whom they can share interests and activities. Storgic love is a gradual process of unfolding thoughts and feelings, and is sometimes difficult to seperate from friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Agapic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;...is compassionate and selfless. The agapic lover loves both the stranger on the road and the annoying neighbour. Jesus Christ, Bhudda and Ghandi all practiced and preached this unqualified spiritual love - a love that is offered without any expectation that the love will be returned or reciprocated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(references - Joseph A. Devito, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Types Of Lovers&lt;/span&gt;" from Human Communication: The Basic Course, Pages 196-197. proper references will be updated soon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-111161470247851322?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/111161470247851322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=111161470247851322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111161470247851322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111161470247851322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-kind-of-lover-are-you.html' title='What kind of lover are you?'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11574736.post-111135752109834180</id><published>2005-03-21T10:24:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T10:25:21.100+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing...</title><content type='html'>mwa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11574736-111135752109834180?l=jeiganet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/feeds/111135752109834180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11574736&amp;postID=111135752109834180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111135752109834180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11574736/posts/default/111135752109834180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeiganet.blogspot.com/2005/03/testing.html' title='Testing...'/><author><name>Jei Matteus Damani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07202704294465991063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lrg.zorpia.com/0/2357/15086516.09a127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
