<?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-8646604978210120398</id><updated>2012-01-01T21:46:05.162-08:00</updated><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Lovely Songs'/><category term='Celebrity Lines'/><category term='Update'/><category term='Empowering Talk'/><category term='Boys'/><category term='Break Up'/><category term='Parties and Alcohol'/><category term='psycho head'/><category term='what not to do'/><category term='Fashionancial Advice'/><category term='sketches'/><title type='text'>Jarome's Drunk Talk</title><subtitle type='html'>Jarome on dealing with life, fashion, love, break up, party and alcohol.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>171</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-2326858016573984487</id><published>2011-04-29T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T07:14:17.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parties and Alcohol'/><title type='text'>Fun With The Drums</title><content type='html'>I went to see The Drums for the second time last night.&lt;div&gt;I decided to give Jacob a jumper. I also made a card for him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with a little drawing and my number in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so nervous, I kept thinking may be I shouldn't do this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt like I was a creep, or more like I was scared people would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;think I was such a creepy stalker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I knew I had to do it, or Im gonna regret it forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went with a friend, he wasn't even sure how I'd do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He keep saying that he'd close his eyes when I give Jacob the present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We came early, right in front of the stage. On the left side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because I know he's always on the left side on the stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they finally played.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called his name, and he said 'hey'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so happy seeing them performing, and I waited for the right time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They finished singing their last song, and I call him again "Jacob!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he heard me, he saw me, I showed him the present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he came, closer. And grabbed the gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was stunned, and he shook my hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in shocked. I was so happy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left, and went behind the hotel, and they were there with the fans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started saying hi to him, and he recognized me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Are you the one who gave me the lovely sweater?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told him, I think it would look good on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he said, yeah I like it, I tried it on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then he just kept talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was talking about music, about growing up in a Christian family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and his parents won't let him listen to music apart from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;christian music, and he was also home schooled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was such a music geek, so adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He told us a story of being an opening act for Florence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for this crazy lady band, Celtic Women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We talked about anime, and Disney films.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About Japan, about his up and coming tour to Indonesia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About releasing their album after September&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because they don't want people to continue thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that they're just a summer band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He told us how he wanted to record more albums&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he doesn't want to be one of those band who toured for 3 years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the same album&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And some other random things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He finally said he should start packing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah did I tell you, he hugged me twice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love them, I love their music, and I love Jacob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope they're gonna be around for a long time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Kkk8kUGWYZA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-2326858016573984487?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/2326858016573984487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=2326858016573984487' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/2326858016573984487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/2326858016573984487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2011/04/fun-with-drums.html' title='Fun With The Drums'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Kkk8kUGWYZA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-1168418082897697733</id><published>2011-04-29T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T06:57:21.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>By Far The Most Creative Year So Far</title><content type='html'>I draw a lot. I dream. I design.&lt;div&gt;I admire other's work and random beauties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have moments, sometimes in the morning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sometimes at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes even in between a cigarette puff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or some sips of coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moments to dream, to imagine, to re-imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To continue searching, and getting closer to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thing's are just a tad bit clearer, yet it seems easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm having a moment in my life where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel free to explore, to let myself go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet still able to look at the past to draw some inspiration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I let all this rush of creative energy rushing in to my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;through my body and soul and mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It dictates me to create things, and to analyze,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I love the urge to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray today and tomorrow that I would always have this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ugxXqqGepCU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-1168418082897697733?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/1168418082897697733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=1168418082897697733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/1168418082897697733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/1168418082897697733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2011/04/by-far-most-creative-year-so-far.html' title='By Far The Most Creative Year So Far'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ugxXqqGepCU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-7064358676291402685</id><published>2011-01-27T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T15:09:42.409-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>The Text Message I Never Get To Read</title><content type='html'>About a week ago, work was super intense and I was working overtime,&lt;br /&gt;and one morning I had 2 text messages in my phone.&lt;div&gt;I looked at it, and one of them is from the Architect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It said on the preview, just one line that I could read;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hey... I felt awkward about --"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so I tried to click on it and read the whole thing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for some reason, my phone didn't save it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gone, and gone, and I didn't get to read it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I texted him back, and then can't wait so I called him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He didn't admit that he sent anything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he said, let's catch up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we tried but I had to cancel on him because of work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he never replied and got back to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The architect and the message I never got to read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Us and the stupid things around us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never meant to work out, I'd say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things would've been easier if it's meant to be, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3xuUfsL_W4M" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-7064358676291402685?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/7064358676291402685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=7064358676291402685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/7064358676291402685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/7064358676291402685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2011/01/text-message-i-never-get-to-read.html' title='The Text Message I Never Get To Read'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3xuUfsL_W4M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-3636217332181014507</id><published>2011-01-16T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T01:57:45.745-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>This Doesn't Make Sense</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling like I might be missing you right now.&lt;div&gt;You know, I went out for dinner with another guy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I suddenly missed you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably cause he was shit and I was happy that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had you, at least had a chance with someone like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and may be I didn't realize that you are better than most people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know, I'm having sauerkraut for dinner and I remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;German food that we're supposed to have together (if we ever hanged out again)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I want to be with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I'm romanticizing us again, and you and you and you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to see you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This doesn't make sense, I know I won't like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I finally see you again. You're just that funny kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This doesn't make sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what does, nothing about us makes any sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nothing has to make sense, because you are you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I miss you. Even when it makes no sense, at all.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0QedFDUN9JU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0QedFDUN9JU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-3636217332181014507?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/3636217332181014507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=3636217332181014507' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/3636217332181014507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/3636217332181014507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-doesnt-make-sense.html' title='This Doesn&apos;t Make Sense'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-3020804508200213140</id><published>2011-01-14T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T20:07:51.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Feeling So Unforgiving (Hater)</title><content type='html'>I have those days where I feel so restless,&lt;div&gt;and every single thing that doesn't go right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slaps me on my face and made me feel so angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I'm just a bitter person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate the whole world, sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the moment I hate everyone in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Examples...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The friend who's so bitter and self consumed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and has made me the biggest villain in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The friend who never called me again since&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he got himself a short ugly boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Singaporean friends who can't eat for shit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The friends who try so hard to look like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a high fashion models, but still look so shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The friend who always try to poach all the guys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd been associated with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The friends who always go for every single guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on earth, and not admitting it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The friend who asked me out only so that he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doesn't have to be alone when he's hunting for guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ex boyfriend who fucked up my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ex best friend who is a dumb ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate you, and how could you make waste a second&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in my life to deal with your fucking rubbish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You just ruined me. Thank you very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never mind, I'm still standing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be alright, just wait and see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-3020804508200213140?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/3020804508200213140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=3020804508200213140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/3020804508200213140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/3020804508200213140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2011/01/still-feeling-so-unforgiving-hater.html' title='Still Feeling So Unforgiving (Hater)'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-8653051620700194043</id><published>2011-01-13T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T04:57:02.114-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Patience is a Virtue</title><content type='html'>Currently, I'm feeling like I haven't had anything&lt;div&gt;eventful in my life. Like, nothing is a real deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are just dull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you ever feel like you should be doing something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bigger than what you are currently doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also you feel like if it's not gonna happen now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it might never happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I'm being chased to make a big move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or some kind of life changing decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I don't know what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But think again, we're only young once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I constantly feel scared that I'm letting my youth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;passes by, and wasting it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm afraid I'm not having enough fun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not dating enough boys, not experiencing enough things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz we're only young once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-8653051620700194043?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/8653051620700194043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=8653051620700194043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/8653051620700194043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/8653051620700194043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2011/01/patience-is-virtue.html' title='Patience is a Virtue'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-2279347821735179407</id><published>2011-01-10T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T05:13:00.498-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>Worry</title><content type='html'>I'm slowly realising that things that matter to you today&lt;div&gt;might no longer matter tomorrow. And I do hope that all this worry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would be gone when I wake up tomorrow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-2279347821735179407?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/2279347821735179407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=2279347821735179407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/2279347821735179407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/2279347821735179407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2011/01/worry.html' title='Worry'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-5563104319471378491</id><published>2010-12-31T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T01:29:50.096-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>2010 so far...</title><content type='html'>This year so far;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;secured my position as one of the key supervisors,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;made peace with my ex by finally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;having a proper chat about our break up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having a crush on someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the Horrors just because he was going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went on a date for fun (with a different guy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saved enough money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and had the best time in my life in Tokyo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shopped til I dropped in Tokyo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw snow for the first time in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I did it all on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cooked more and declared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that it is one of my hobbies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got cook books for my birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was convinced that I was so madly in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;again, after a long long time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with this guy, who is sooo different&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;problem is he was a player&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he got me so miserable &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well at least I feel again at last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kissed a straight French guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got super insecure after The Architect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;didn't choose me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And started some sort of a metaphysical crisis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that leads to a French class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that leads to an illustration class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that leads to thinking that I should&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;discover myself again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cut 2 people out of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bad bad bad influence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turned 25!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quarter of a century.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worked so hard, I was considered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to overtaken my manager's job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then I get tired of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get myself thinking and considering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other things in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A guy rejected me for a friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a friend sort of betrayed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again insecure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but Im getting better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giving the Architect a second chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we became friends, and kissing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but best thing is realising how he's not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how he is in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised that it's not worth it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that he is not for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the end of the story with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my biggest crush this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, planning to go to a friend's place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for NYE, and may be going somewhere else later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know, I want to challenge myself, and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have more fun in 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So please I can't wait to start the fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-5563104319471378491?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/5563104319471378491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=5563104319471378491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/5563104319471378491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/5563104319471378491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-so-far.html' title='2010 so far...'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-3239640613793568981</id><published>2010-12-29T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T14:40:50.329-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>About Me</title><content type='html'>Just trying to immortalize my 'about me' section on facebook&lt;div&gt;it's time to change it, you know, it's almost 2011!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;div id="pagelet_basic"&gt;&lt;div id="c4d1bb830aaf874535738328"&gt;&lt;div class="profileInfoSection" style="margin-bottom: 30px; "&gt;&lt;div class="phs" style="padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; "&gt;&lt;table class="uiInfoTable mtm profileInfoTable mtm" style="margin-top: 10px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; width: 510px; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="data" style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: top; line-height: 15px; "&gt;Im not a student anymore, I work and I try to have fun. I eat a lot, Im thin, I sing, I draw, I socialise, I cook a lot, I love cooking for the people I care about. May be it's something I did not have enough growing up. I drink, I smoke, I get confused, Im a loving person, I listen to people, I love my friends, I like horror movies coz it keeps us closer, I get offended when my friends dont trust me, I get annoyed by self righteous argumentative people, I love my Mom, I love my Sis, I miss and love my dad, I get homesick, I live in Melbourne, I like fashion and dream of one day having my own label, I love music, Im a hard worker, I drink coffee once a day, I get annoyed when my girlfriends act like im their boyfriend, I don't like people who depend too much on me, i hate arguing, I love youtube, I go home alone, I dont watch tv often, I've been alone, Ive been fucked up in the head, I'll be ok, I'm strong, Im weak, Im emotional, I cry in my own time but I think my heart died (it's recovering), I laugh at myself, I miss brunswick street, I want you and a glass of beer, I want to shop to max out my credit card, I cant wait to grow up, I wanna experience things, Im just mweh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-3239640613793568981?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/3239640613793568981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=3239640613793568981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/3239640613793568981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/3239640613793568981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2010/12/about-me.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-8176481260668641428</id><published>2010-12-28T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T15:22:46.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unforgiving and Unloving</title><content type='html'>Sometimes in life, you'll meet a guy you're crazy about.&lt;div&gt;He got you listening and romancing on pop songs to classics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He got you dreaming about all the beautiful possibilities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sometimes you realize that once you finally got the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chance to get to know him, or to be with him, that it's not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all what you think it would be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it all was simply not worth it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you get over him, and move on to the next one :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s. Dear Architect, thank you for finally being interested in me. Sadly, it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing like I imagined. So good bye, hope you find that person you love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fact is, Im not willing to be with someone with shit ex-es.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-8176481260668641428?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/8176481260668641428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=8176481260668641428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/8176481260668641428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/8176481260668641428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2010/12/unforgiving-and-unloving.html' title='Unforgiving and Unloving'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-8989632258410067608</id><published>2010-11-12T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T01:53:08.793-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break Up'/><title type='text'>Friday I'm Still In Love</title><content type='html'>I've been okay&lt;div&gt;I've been fine, I think I'm slowly forgetting everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'm seeing the bigger picture. I'm seeing the reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fact is, we are never gonna happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been fine. Really fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I would be lying if I say that I don't care anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd be lying if I say that you never come across my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a matter of fact, I'm fine, but I still think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still wonder why things can't be just fine, just the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dream about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just go, please go, do what you like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, I'm pushing you out of my head again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I can't do this forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, b.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mF12paT1yE4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mF12paT1yE4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-8989632258410067608?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/8989632258410067608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=8989632258410067608' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/8989632258410067608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/8989632258410067608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2010/11/friday-im-still-in-love.html' title='Friday I&apos;m Still In Love'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-7941934072862273224</id><published>2010-11-06T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T17:21:50.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break Up'/><title type='text'>Hopeful and Healing</title><content type='html'>I asked myself so many times recently,&lt;div&gt;what is it that makes me truly happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I diagnosed myself with some sort of metaphysical crisis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I blame &lt;a href="http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2010/05/architect.html"&gt;The Architect&lt;/a&gt; for starting this mental state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway, it's been long overdue, I should've been able to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just move on, find someone else. I keep feeling like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's an unfinished business though. Like, I'm trapped in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a little dream I created about him and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sometimes you just have to wake up to see the reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to see him again. And ummm I went through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some more of that ecstatic dream state again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I played over and over in my head, what this will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like this time. May be it would finally work out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no, he's just the same dickhead I fell for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the pain that came with the realization woke me up again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up the next day, in pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there was a moment when I was lying in my bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I felt like, I see the reality now. And it wasn't that bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I felt the pain again, but I keep reminding myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'at least I'm awake now. at least I can see the truth.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took myself out for lunch. I love being alone in a restaurant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with communal tables, I just felt like I'm not alone yet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have to worry about anything that everyone's thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to let go, I tried to see the reality every time that painful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;disappointment kicked in again. Somehow after a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel calmer. I feel like, I'm finally awake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it felt good, because you can never start healing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you haven't really seen the reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-7941934072862273224?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/7941934072862273224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=7941934072862273224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/7941934072862273224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/7941934072862273224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2010/11/hopeful-and-healing.html' title='Hopeful and Healing'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-1242042051192348646</id><published>2010-10-12T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T04:08:59.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what not to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>The Sudden Realization and The Coming Back</title><content type='html'>I've hesitated to write anything in the past few months,&lt;div&gt;like, I think I was just not ready to admit something that happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the fact that some people somewhere in the world might&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be reading my post just made it 5 million times harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fact is, i've been writing this as my online diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my online diary is not that kinda of the private one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yet at the end it is still a diary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you ever go through something,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something not so pleasant that you don't even want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to talk about it and at the same time you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't really wanna have that written somewhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because it kinda suck trying just thinking and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remembering it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that was the real thing that happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent the last two days alone, all for myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just thinking and wondering of things we don't normally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;think about in any other normal days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then came the sudden realization.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I was too embarrassed to even just say it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I feel for that feeling again, to someone again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sadly it didn't work the way I wanted."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there, I said it. And as I said to myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so many times before, I shouldn't be embarrassed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just normal, it's just normal to feel shit about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just normal to feel again, I'm just like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;many other people in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, there, I said it, wrote, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it won't be the last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-1242042051192348646?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/1242042051192348646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=1242042051192348646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/1242042051192348646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/1242042051192348646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2010/10/sudden-realization-and-coming-back.html' title='The Sudden Realization and The Coming Back'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-1863797187099087281</id><published>2010-06-01T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T20:28:45.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Empowering Talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break Up'/><title type='text'>On Being 25...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I turn 25 today... Last year was great, and now Im moving on to the next things to come. I think Im ready for other things now. I mean, last year when I turned 24, I wanted and I was hoping so badly that I could put my feet firm on the ground. I wanted to be strong enough again, I wanted to rebuild that firm foundation in my life. I wanted a financial security, I wanted some emotional strength, I wanted some sort of fine structure in my life. And I worked hard for it, and I think I achieved most of it (nothing's ever enough for me).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now on, being 25... I aim for continually building that strength, to be better, to be happier. And my new focus would be to take more chance in life. I believe that's the only way of achieving things, and avoiding that constant questioning and regret should I have done things differently.   I've gained some strength and it is now time to step forward and I know that things can be scary, but hey, I've survived through a break up, and losing faith in people that I love. If did that, I shouldn't be that scared, I should be okay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PiB-078lVJU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PiB-078lVJU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-1863797187099087281?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/1863797187099087281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=1863797187099087281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/1863797187099087281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/1863797187099087281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2010/06/on-being-25.html' title='On Being 25...'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-3518335679472172403</id><published>2010-05-30T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T05:55:17.043-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>Le French</title><content type='html'>On the night when The Architect kissed someone else.&lt;div&gt;I met this guy, (strangely they look kind of alike)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's French, he's a PhD student in literature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's kinda funny, I love his accent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At one point he forgot my name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I told him to give me a nickname&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He called me bugs bunny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told him I made yummy tarte tatin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said, that came from my hometown, Normandy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that night he told a story of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when he and his partner went traveling together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then I get that they broken up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I get that the ex was indeed a girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We talked a lot more, and he said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he doesn't believe in sexuality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He believe everything comes from the heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's doesn't matter who you are."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then again I asked him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But Im asking if I have any chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to take you out on an indonesian dinner."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said, yes, I think I like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But Im not looking for a relationship" he said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I reply, "Me neither.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't we just hang out, and talk some more."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said, "I should get your number."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kissed him before I go, and thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's nothing wrong with 2 broken hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trying to talk about how world is, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C-xYa6k3KuQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C-xYa6k3KuQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-3518335679472172403?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/3518335679472172403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=3518335679472172403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/3518335679472172403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/3518335679472172403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2010/05/le-french.html' title='Le French'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-170488438026789644</id><published>2010-05-30T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T05:26:57.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break Up'/><title type='text'>The Architect</title><content type='html'>I met him about a month ago&lt;div&gt;He's handsome, tall, and very friendly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I described him as the senator I've been looking for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just call him the architect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We swapped number that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went super mental after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he didn't text me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I decided to text him first,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're supposed to catch up for a drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he then just disappeared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He completely ignored me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no text, no phone call, nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came to the conclusion that he's just not into me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last friday I met him again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He saw me and he apologized&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course he made some excuses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he said, let's make a time now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, Im quit busy with work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, up to you, just let me know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he left, and then I saw him kissing another guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought to myself. What a jerk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met another person that night anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went home. I slept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up and thought, I'm back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back to this game again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meeting a guy, feeling something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's very... scary, putting your feelings on the line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, then again I realized I love this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least I have more colour in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's better than the still/silent comfort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I've been through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of me feels happy because I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like Im finally walking again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with the rest of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And later that day, he asked me out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2IYUJcI5dgQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/170488438026789644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/170488438026789644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2010/05/architect.html' title='The Architect'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-1947081062207509203</id><published>2010-05-28T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T04:53:07.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6:46am and My Whole Being Hurts</title><content type='html'>There is something I did, or someone did&lt;div&gt;or something did to me, but I'm healed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May be it was just time, time heals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I found myself feeling again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y-Fsx8Kk0No&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y-Fsx8Kk0No&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-1947081062207509203?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-5464970805739211237</id><published>2010-04-22T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T15:29:13.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Empowering Talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>That Little Joy In Life</title><content type='html'>After that short period of metaphysical crisis,&lt;div&gt;I've found myself looking back at the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been trying to remember what was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that little thing in life that I used to enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the first week, I was somehow convinced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that nothing has changed, I thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still do everything the same way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then in one of my day off (they're usually&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quite fun, but yet meaningless),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember that I used to watch some film&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in Nova's Cheap Monday, so I did went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I had the most fun. So fun, it's like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm having fun to the very deeper sense of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I knew, things definitely have changed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since back then when I was so full of life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so full of this need to enjoy life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since that moment, I kept finding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more things that I used to enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked myself these questions...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'when was the last time you sing in your room,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just for the fun of it?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'when was the last time you do a little dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when your favourite song came up?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again just for the fun of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'when was the last time you get lost in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the moment when you think about your dreams?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'and sometimes during that moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you made a little scribble on a piece of paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you had fun doing it'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'and when you get transported into that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peaceful place from listening to the jazz...'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah I'm putting Keith Jarrett on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I've decided that I'm going to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;commit my 25th year to find those little joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in life again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Life's too short and too much fun to be an angry hater. mwa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GLCGWh-VZhI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GLCGWh-VZhI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-5464970805739211237?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/5464970805739211237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=5464970805739211237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/5464970805739211237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/5464970805739211237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2010/04/that-little-joy-in-life.html' title='That Little Joy In Life'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-8202045689081500190</id><published>2010-04-04T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T02:15:09.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Know How You People Do It!</title><content type='html'>I really don't know how you people do it.&lt;div&gt;How do you manage to stay in for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the whole day and do nothing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, watching DVD, or web-browsing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, how is it that you could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;calm yourself down doing a single activity?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've tried doing similar things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but everytime Im trying to settle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in doing one thing, my mind always wonders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it kinds of dictates me to do other things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so restless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so eternally bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I hate my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't I just fucking enjoy the simpleness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of simply doing nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is it that Im looking for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to find that contentment in something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's very simple...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-8202045689081500190?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/8202045689081500190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=8202045689081500190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/8202045689081500190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/8202045689081500190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-know-how-you-people-do-it.html' title='I Don&apos;t Know How You People Do It!'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-6971730111871815341</id><published>2010-04-03T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T06:38:07.999-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Empowering Talk'/><title type='text'>Being Almost A Quarter Of A Century</title><content type='html'>Work's been such a nightmare since I came back.&lt;div&gt;Like literally, I had 3 store visits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in my first 3 days back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to mention setting up for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the April event sale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so tiring and stressful because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was my first days in my new department&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and plus, my manager was away for 2 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So pretty much I dealt with everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;single handedly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally a long weekend, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adrian came to town. Of course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we went out partying. In between the drinks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, I cant believe Im almost 25.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's freaky isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said, yeah I remember I freaked out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I turned 25.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I started thinking again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, Im turning a quarter of a century&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I've only been in one relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only dating a few guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have a job that pays the bills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it just seems like, everything is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so time consuming that I began to feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like it's taking me further and further away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from my ultimate goal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I think of my future it would be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fashion, and I still think so strongly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about it. Work has consumed so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of my time, and I started to make excuses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for not doing anything for fashion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seriously, if I don't start doing it now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when am I gonna start?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been thinking about it again today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I thought, I'm almost 25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time to refocus on what I wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year I focused on getting that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;security in my job and money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'm probably not there yet now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I think I'm in an okay position.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I need to make a start in doing what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love doing, and start planning again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the long term goal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im thinking of taking a few short courses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the start, and everything else can follow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/feA64wXhbjo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/feA64wXhbjo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-6971730111871815341?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/6971730111871815341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=6971730111871815341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/6971730111871815341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/6971730111871815341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2010/04/being-almost-quarter-of-century.html' title='Being Almost A Quarter Of A Century'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-5023112372707323351</id><published>2010-04-03T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T06:23:33.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parties and Alcohol'/><title type='text'>Tokyo and The Never-ending Question</title><content type='html'>I think I fell in love with Tokyo.&lt;div&gt;I loved it for the city, for the uniqueness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the food, the shopping, and most of all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved being surrounded by my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, I loved having coffee in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with them, and complained about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how shit the coffee is in Tokyo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the same time, we talked about how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;easy it is to get good coffee in Melbourne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love then having breakfast with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just anything, or a Burger Lunch set from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Journal Standard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then just talked about things again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until dinner time, and then my favourite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would be having yakitori night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All yummy skewers, and anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with all you can drink, and but of course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;indoor smoking. And then parties...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the Japanese guys in Tokyo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are hot... I talked to a guy, he's really cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good body, and handsome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but he doesn't speak much English&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as you know, I dont speak any Japanese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the end of the night he kissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And not how I expected him to kiss me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He literally just gave me a quick smooch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on my lips. No tongue, no french kissing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way home in the cab my friend said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Japanese guys are shy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, and he also said, 'I think he's bad.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'I saw his tattoo, I think he's a part of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yakuza...'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was leaving Tokyo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt somehow so emotional about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, I love my friends there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it really just saddens me to think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I won't see them for at least a few years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and may be in a few years time, they won't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all be there at the same place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It got me thinking about searching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the place I can call home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like the biggest question for me is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Do we go places to get the thrill of it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or do we look for a place we can call home.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think at the end everyone looks for a home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I simply haven't found one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indonesia is my home town, but I don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;think I can call it home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melbourne, is like my city. I live, I enjoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love and hate it at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I guess after several times thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came to a conclusion that where ever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you home is, you need to have the loved one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there with you to make it real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end, it was an answer that just keeps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me questioning more about my contentment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YHKuB85EgnI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YHKuB85EgnI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-5023112372707323351?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/5023112372707323351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=5023112372707323351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/5023112372707323351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/5023112372707323351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2010/04/tokyo-and-never-ending-question.html' title='Tokyo and The Never-ending Question'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-7979115206852415412</id><published>2010-04-03T05:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T05:34:46.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Empowering Talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parties and Alcohol'/><title type='text'>Tokyo</title><content type='html'>First thing I did when I got to Tokyo;&lt;div&gt;I gave William a big hug. I missed him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it had been way too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Mitz, and then Adrian and Takky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch in this tiny but place called Camp Curry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love the food, then I decided to go to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harajuku by myself. I told you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to get lost, I want to experience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;silly things, I want stop planning too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like trying to break free from the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;regular order of how things work in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my life. It was meant to be the most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;out-of-control thing I'd ever do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But later I found out that I have this scarily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;amazing sense of direction. I didn't get lost,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not a single time during my stay. Not at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even went to Asakusa alone. I went to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seek for some peacefulness in Meiji Jingu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to Kabuki theatre 50 days before &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they shut it down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Tsukiji fish market early in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and had the freshest sushi donburi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the sea urchin there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I didn't get lost at all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just when I thought I'd never get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the chance to do the whole out-of-control thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started finding cool shops and they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are soooo incredibly priced...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went shopping everyday. I decided&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to just ignore the credit card bill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that would choke me when I go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just bought everything that I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It felt so liberating, and I love how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so out of control...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And somewhere after that tiny souvenir shop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in Shibuya, to Edifice, 417, Hanjiro in Shinjuku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Shima Kitazawa, I remember taking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a deep breath, and thought to myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hard work pays...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Xhdy9zBEws&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Xhdy9zBEws&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2010/04/tokyo.html' title='Tokyo'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-4424352110794030954</id><published>2010-04-03T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T05:02:50.261-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Since The Last Time I Had The Jarome Moment</title><content type='html'>It's been a while I know.&lt;div&gt;It had been that kind of time in between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;emotional peacefulness and that kind of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peacefulness from being overly busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's great actually thinking that life's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;been super happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That I don't really have to suffer from having&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those mundane moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, I didn't even realized what I wrote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last time, I had to look into my own's page&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and where I left you last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought of writing everything in one post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it would be way too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here, I'll just separate the post into several sections...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mwa mwa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-4424352110794030954?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/4424352110794030954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=4424352110794030954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/4424352110794030954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/4424352110794030954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2010/04/since-last-time-i-had-jarome-moment.html' title='Since The Last Time I Had The Jarome Moment'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-3496980376221871349</id><published>2010-02-28T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T04:40:42.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Little Reminder</title><content type='html'>Just a little reminder for myself.&lt;div&gt;Something happened on Valentine's day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember that. Mwa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-3496980376221871349?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/3496980376221871349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=3496980376221871349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/3496980376221871349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/3496980376221871349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-little-reminder.html' title='Just a Little Reminder'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-8433236850209099788</id><published>2010-02-28T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T04:39:20.485-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Empowering Talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>I Love It!</title><content type='html'>Hey babes...&lt;div&gt;I dont know where to start,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I think I'm just gonna type things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then I'll just keep telling you things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a date last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was better than I thought it'd be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, physically he's kinda okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's like 196 cm tall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but he's definitely not senator-like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I dont know, but it was okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, it felt good having a date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, it feels just like Im doing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what I should be doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like you don't want to be 20 something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and dateless right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It felt good taking the chance as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, it was okay. But he's kinda trashy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and um... like immature, oh well he's 21.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But like dating someone younger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can be empowering, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out in the weekend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I got sideway promotion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meaning Im still a sales supervisor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but Im looking after a bigger business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a good sign that they trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So hopefully my career wont stop here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh what else...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm just going to Tokyo soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but really really lazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to get things ready&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im just hoping that things will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just run smoothly hmmmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will help if I can just get my lazy ass to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;start reading my lonely planet book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fashion week is coming, very excited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I just wish that I'd do more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fashion at this point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I think that's all for now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-8433236850209099788?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/8433236850209099788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=8433236850209099788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/8433236850209099788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/8433236850209099788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-it.html' title='I Love It!'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-2253567452219533120</id><published>2010-02-14T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:41:20.664-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Empowering Talk'/><title type='text'>In My Bull-poop World</title><content type='html'>Im going to David Jones' Corporate Fashion Launch!&lt;div&gt;Then going to Tokyo hopefully do some shopping,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then going back just in time for Fashion Week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-2253567452219533120?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/2253567452219533120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=2253567452219533120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/2253567452219533120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/2253567452219533120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-my-bull-poop-world.html' title='In My Bull-poop World'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-5888908396973604576</id><published>2010-01-29T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T15:39:08.013-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Empowering Talk'/><title type='text'>I Heart Audrey</title><content type='html'>Jarome : I'm totes devo&lt;div&gt;Audrey: Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jarome: Just devo. like heart broken devo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Audrey: hmmmm it's ok. We have money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-5888908396973604576?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/5888908396973604576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=5888908396973604576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/5888908396973604576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/5888908396973604576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-heart-audrey.html' title='I Heart Audrey'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-1934430637430263862</id><published>2010-01-28T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:31:48.751-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>Going To My Boyfriend's Place</title><content type='html'>Went to see The Horrors&lt;div&gt;on wednesday night at the corner hotel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was ok, but the crowd was boring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;noone was rocking it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone loved the show, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think wouldve better with more energy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went there, Josh was there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were there together the whole night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we chat I told him I want to be a trophy wife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he said, I want to be the dominant one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he said, I want to get a trophy wife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Im like, well you already have a trophy wife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he was like, yeah I already have a trophy wife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;later that night I found out that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his trophy wife didn't like the Horrors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trophy wife likes Madonna and Kylie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, on the other hand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like going to gigs with my husband&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cook awesome food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can make croissant pudding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I look better than THE TROPHY WIFE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever, we caught train together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we planned for coffee the next day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I missed it because work was so busy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;end of the day I met him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"wanna grab a coffee?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said, "No I gotta go."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm going to my boyfriend's place. He's sick"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah god... Fucking Trophy Wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pd2ZI2crgM4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pd2ZI2crgM4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-1934430637430263862?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/1934430637430263862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=1934430637430263862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/1934430637430263862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/1934430637430263862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2010/01/going-to-my-boyfriends-place.html' title='Going To My Boyfriend&apos;s Place'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-2714187028824054756</id><published>2010-01-28T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:13:37.879-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parties and Alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break Up'/><title type='text'>No Turning Back</title><content type='html'>Hey Babes&lt;div&gt;I invited my ex to this exhibition opening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was in Carlton Club, it's called Finding Space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we hang out with friends from work as well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and um no it's all good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we're not back together again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like I respect him and all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im proud of him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I know that we're just not meant to be together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like we (especially me) have grown up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so far from how we were before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like he's still the first guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have loved unconditionally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and nothing's gonna change that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it was it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we're just friends now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im really ready to just move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I wish him all the best in the future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mwa mwa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-2714187028824054756?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/2714187028824054756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=2714187028824054756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/2714187028824054756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/2714187028824054756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-turning-back.html' title='No Turning Back'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-463323521706199702</id><published>2010-01-28T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:03:41.088-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break Up'/><title type='text'>Deja Vu</title><content type='html'>Hey Babes&lt;div&gt;I got invited to my ex's birthday bbq&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I should show up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and just be a friend, just be nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought him this cute top from Nathan Smith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went there planning to only stay for a few hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn, it was scary being there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;surrounded by his friends and all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but they were all nice to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im talking, really nice to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of them said, it's good to see me again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of them said, he was sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when he found out about the break up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole thing felt like deja vu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The smell of his house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the wine glasses, the backyard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything came back to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that night he gave me back all my stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he gave me his Claude Maus top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I always wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he said, "almost there"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, what do you mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Im trying to make it up all the things that I fucked up."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went home, I didn't realize it was 3am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-463323521706199702?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-3538130117301333667</id><published>2010-01-14T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T18:26:12.806-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break Up'/><title type='text'>Love Changes</title><content type='html'>So I have a crush on this boy.&lt;div&gt;Lets just call him Josh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've known him from work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I've always thought he's cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the only thing is he has a boyfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont mess with people's boyfriends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things become even more complicated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now that I supervise his area&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so basically it is just so impossible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to have a chance to be with him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont think anything can ever happen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but funny thing is, this past month we've&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;become closer, and I have a feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that he likes out coffee time too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and whenever we meet up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we chat and we joke around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we make fun of each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he makes me laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I guess I can't do anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my ex invited me to his birthday bbq&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd come, and I feel like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im slowly forgiving and forgetting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the stuff he did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And at one point I really can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feel that I still do care about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last night, I went out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I drank and I know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking of you, Josh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont want anybody else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont want the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want the future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile it became obvious to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that the love I had for my ex has changed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love changes its form&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it evolves, and my love for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;has evolved, probably not yet completely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it is now becoming a respect and care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, respect and care about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love always, mwa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ZiCvGFnpJ4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ZiCvGFnpJ4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-3538130117301333667?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/3538130117301333667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=3538130117301333667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/3538130117301333667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/3538130117301333667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-changes.html' title='Love Changes'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-3238767910569500019</id><published>2010-01-14T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T17:26:48.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Finally, First In 2010!</title><content type='html'>Hey Babes...&lt;div&gt;2010 at last! So far so good for me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work is crazy busy, and super challenging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but Im loving it, it makes me feel useful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So just a little flash back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xmas eve was super marvelous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spent with family, got to talk about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;each other's plan for 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it got messy fun at the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after a long shot of vodka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xmas was awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;invited to Rob's fabulous xmas lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in his apartment in South Bank&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with Rob's signature of high class dishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and mega fine and expensive wine and champagne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all of that in his balcony with the view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;facing directly to the Yarra River and Flinders St&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and finally New Year's eve was a house party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Closet NYE, which wasnt that bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I thought I could do better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from that Ive been working a lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trying to be more impulsive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that means I've gone out more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive booked my flight to Tokyo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I have a little crush on someone :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8vs22TuIBYc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8vs22TuIBYc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-3238767910569500019?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/3238767910569500019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=3238767910569500019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/3238767910569500019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/3238767910569500019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2010/01/ah-finally-first-in-2010.html' title='Ah Finally, First In 2010!'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-76310736934337305</id><published>2009-12-30T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T03:46:35.713-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>I Think I'm Just Really Tired</title><content type='html'>Im really tired&lt;div&gt;I couldnt sleep last night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired of trouble people at work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, I like it how it teaches me a lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Im pretty much in control of things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im always in control all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes I just wish that I can let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just let my guard down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and pass on that control to someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to go home thinking that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone have had some things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;under control for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont even want to think of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a lot of things when I go home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats why Im a bit bugged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with people asking me about my NYE plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, we'll definitely meet up that night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just dont ask me what's going to happen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make your plan, and I'll see what I can do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stop relying on me to plan your night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanna go. thats all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cPRt2r3Qemw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cPRt2r3Qemw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-76310736934337305?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/76310736934337305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=76310736934337305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/76310736934337305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/76310736934337305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-think-im-just-really-tired.html' title='I Think I&apos;m Just Really Tired'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-7164549700657944506</id><published>2009-12-17T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T14:36:14.156-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Empowering Talk'/><title type='text'>New Year's Resolution</title><content type='html'>I want to be humble&lt;div&gt;I want to be nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to love myself again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to care about the people around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to do things that makes me smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to enjoy those little things in life that I took for granted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to stop being in control of things in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to stop thinking that I'm too good for things I might end up enjoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be able to connect to people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to stop stressing out about my job but still take it seriously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to open up to people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to stop worrying so much about making a mistake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to grow up and be more positive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to shop more, and save more :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to love myself again and again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to learn to cook new things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to draw more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to eat even when my friends aren't there eating with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to let go of the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to love myself for what I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be happy and see the world with smiling heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to take more chances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love. mwa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uvmIGWG3reQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uvmIGWG3reQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-7164549700657944506?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/7164549700657944506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=7164549700657944506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/7164549700657944506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/7164549700657944506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-9125335893134330235</id><published>2009-12-17T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T14:23:43.524-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break Up'/><title type='text'>My Battle (part 2)</title><content type='html'>I woke up from a nightmare&lt;div&gt;and I couldn't stop thinking about him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always been so insecure about this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im scared that my friends would chose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my ex's side and left me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im scared that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was never good enough for the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and not good enough for him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not good enough for my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate thinking that all my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like my ex, but my ex's friends didnt care about me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And suddenly I remember that he's a great guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it wouldn't be hard for him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to get someone to replace me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then they would start talking about me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he would say, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Jarome's superficial, materialistic, and arrogant.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'he's just one of the retail guys, he works for DJs'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that's all it took to ruin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my sales supervisor promotion high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the end of it I just realised that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it doesn't matter how far I've gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but Im still nothing for him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, Im happy with all things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I've achieved this past year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but, I still feel like there's a lot of things out there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I have to achieve, and I still feel like a nobody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May be I should start doing something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that matters to the world...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-9125335893134330235?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/9125335893134330235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=9125335893134330235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/9125335893134330235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/9125335893134330235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-battle-part-2.html' title='My Battle (part 2)'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-2813940939294962396</id><published>2009-12-17T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T14:10:59.338-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break Up'/><title type='text'>My Battle (part 1)</title><content type='html'>I've been so tired lately&lt;div&gt;being a supervisor is definitely draining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my energy, and also I get tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trying to get used to everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one night I went home and I just slept&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just around 5 in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dreamt about my ex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in my dream, I was walking in the city&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I saw him in a cafe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he said hi, so I came to him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised that he was with my good friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but my friend totally snub me off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he didnt even talk to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised that he was on my ex's team&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my ex then congratulated me for the promo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I was too upset to find out that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even my good friends chose to be friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with my ex over me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up so upset and I couldn't sleep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-2813940939294962396?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/2813940939294962396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=2813940939294962396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/2813940939294962396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/2813940939294962396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-battle-part-1.html' title='My Battle (part 1)'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-7011827807939961029</id><published>2009-12-17T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T14:01:19.879-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Rumour Has It...</title><content type='html'>Hey Babes...&lt;div&gt;went to suit's christmas dinner on wednesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was good, and I missed them already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the kids have bonded better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I got a flashy blue martini glass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as part of the kris kringle and I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the ciggy break I was talking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to one of the guys and he told me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that rumour has it that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kicked the new girl out of Armani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after just one week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you know it's not true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did say that she didn't look suitable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I didn't transfer her to local or anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then on the way home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she actually gave us a lift to the city&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and in the car we were talking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and one of the guys actually said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that he'd quit if I had to be his supervisor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he said, 'you would be kinda scary'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmmm I wonder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone said I didnt look mean enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be a supervisor, and then this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which one is right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-7011827807939961029?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-6517139286392935057</id><published>2009-12-10T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T12:10:20.825-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Empowering Talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>And I Thought I Could Never Get A Job Last Year</title><content type='html'>On tuesday afternoon I found out&lt;div&gt;That I got the promotion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will start my new role as a sales supervisor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this monday, but today  and tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is the induction period...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im honestly nervous, excited, and I dunno...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yeah, who would've thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I could never get a job last year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you all, and wish me luck :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0vo_vsW_Uog&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0vo_vsW_Uog&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-6517139286392935057?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/6517139286392935057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-5980580739284449889</id><published>2009-12-03T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T06:25:31.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just So You Know Too...</title><content type='html'>I love my friends&lt;div&gt;they're my family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and family don't hate each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want you to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I care so so so much about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Im just repeating my point&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that it kills me to see you doing all this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bad things to yourself, wasting all your time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for something that (I believe) would harm you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I mean, you're the person that you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you make your own decision&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I just cant agree with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Im not gonna lie only to make you feel better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back at all the things that we went through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's just sad that things happen this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I only want you to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I'd never hate you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all those things that you read, and you thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was talking about you, please just get real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd never thought in my life to say that kind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of hatred words to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you should know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read partly what you said about me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im not angry, but I really wish you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would say that to my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish you well and stay off drugs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love you, you're the funniest guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know in my life. Dont waste that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mwa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-5980580739284449889?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/5980580739284449889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=5980580739284449889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/5980580739284449889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/5980580739284449889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-so-you-know-too.html' title='Just So You Know Too...'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-2911442018854111464</id><published>2009-11-30T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T02:04:34.908-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Shake Your Money Maker!</title><content type='html'>Hey babe...&lt;div&gt;just want to tell you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that work has been so stressing these days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, first of all with the plan to be a supervisor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like, lately all the manager's been testing me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like giving me some task to delegate things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I did make it but it was so hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;considering all the people in my floor are friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moreover my manager's been telling me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I can't afford to make mistakes like going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on long breaks, or going between 12 to 2pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he told me not to hang out with people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he sees as unprofessional&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's just kinda getting to me lately&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since they opened women's store in the weekend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like all the important people were always around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I cant help feeling like I have to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in my best behavior all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the biggest challenge would be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pushing the sales for Armani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like, Im new with the whole working in boutique&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and especially Armani, it's actually very hard to sell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and last weekend we did really well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but like, for some reason sales drop again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we didnt even make the budget for the week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;worse thing is that people's comments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have been really disheartening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some even say that it is David Jones mistake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to replace the old Armani people with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since they have 9 years of experience in that boutique&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and changing the sales representatives doesn't help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But honestly I dont agree with that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because I know I kick ass in Armani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people just have to give me sometime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And being a good boutique manager&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doesnt only revolve around selling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These old guys dont do anything to look after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the stocks, they don't work to represent the brand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that's why Armani's been going down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish that people would see that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, I wish I can do better in Armani but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what else can I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've done my best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I hope that the sales budget doesnt affect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my chance of getting the promotion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah well, enough of this negativity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's all the part of business isnt it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so right now, Im just gonna shake my money maker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oY2x33RROu8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SxHW3Y7rrJI/AAAAAAAAAKI/cU9-l67llKQ/s1600/Photo+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SxHW3Y7rrJI/AAAAAAAAAKI/cU9-l67llKQ/s320/Photo+132.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409340874522602642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Including Uniqlo top from Sasha, and Vintage Belt from Denny, and blazer from Camberwell market.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-5631479678954394401?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/5631479678954394401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=5631479678954394401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/5631479678954394401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/5631479678954394401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/11/complete-summer-look.html' title='Complete Summer Look'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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clumsy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is nothing worse than&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guys who think he's cool but he's not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is nothing worse than&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guys who is so south yarra snobbish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and thinks that by being south yarra clean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's better than the rest of the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is nothing worse than&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guys who cant make a decision and complain a lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is nothing worse than&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guy who only wants to talk about his own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shit self, even though it's so fucking boring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is nothing worse than&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guys who ask you for compliments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and on top of that very self-centred&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and wants to be the centre of attention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for example, he gets offended because you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gotta meet your best friends kinda needy shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So any sign of wowsers just staaaaay awaaaay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you dont even want to hang out with them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they waste your time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FcjNucPmLjo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FcjNucPmLjo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-2831721434619370807?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-1639897328478560271</id><published>2009-11-23T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T16:24:19.389-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what not to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parties and Alcohol'/><title type='text'>I'm Just a Bitch</title><content type='html'>Hey babes...&lt;div&gt;went to the Somewhere Gallery opening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last week, and it was baaaaad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, the Gallery was nice but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was again face to face with the Melbourne's coolzies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean they're ok, but I never like try hards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never like doing things to impress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont like non-practical things only for social status&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that day it was about 36 degrees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the gallery was on the third floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there wasn't any air-con&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was like hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the hell turned into fashionista wannabe hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These coolzies were wearing jackets, black winter jackets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and like another jacket with fur and feather trimming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pointy shoes, socks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for sure Fatso Hayley were there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with her famous slimming leggings and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fringey bag taking photos of the coolzies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmmm she gotta lose weight before anyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can take her seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I happened to go with a loser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who by the way chickened out after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he saw all the sea of coolzies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he wasn't going in, but I made him do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was there for only a minute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then we left, and it made me one bitch and a half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_lRjw21nbyI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_lRjw21nbyI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-1639897328478560271?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/1639897328478560271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=1639897328478560271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/1639897328478560271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/1639897328478560271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-just-bitch.html' title='I&apos;m Just a Bitch'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-1194016050437060687</id><published>2009-11-14T07:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T07:30:52.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just So You Know</title><content type='html'>Just so you know&lt;div&gt;you dont know me, until&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you find out that Im such a conniving bitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and hear me out, that I will not forget one single shit you did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until I get back to you, fair and square&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you won't realize it now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but most of my plan are long term anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so dont you fucking mess with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because. say, soon you'll fucking realise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that things are fucked and you know why...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mwa, love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-1194016050437060687?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/1194016050437060687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=1194016050437060687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/1194016050437060687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/1194016050437060687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-so-you-know.html' title='Just So You Know'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-8527346807579426091</id><published>2009-11-13T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T14:45:26.210-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>It's Amazing What I Can Do</title><content type='html'>hey babes...&lt;div&gt;I got a new smell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smell Tom Ford Grey Vetiver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enia chose it for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last time she chose YSL La Nuit De L'Homme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love having those musky, smoky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some kinda mature, sexy, and sophisticated smell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, tell me it's silly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but like I think now I can pull off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those scent because I wear suits...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, I managed to get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the third person for Armani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got Matthew in my team&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is just such a pro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was the golden boy of the department&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we started working together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so pretty much we grew in the business together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I just cant wait to have that dynamic in Armani...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The shit thing about Armani is that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my store wont be refurbished until February&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which is so annoying because everything else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;has been refurbished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Armani doesnt do discount as often as the others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on top of that bad buying decision&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that means all of those combo makes it hard to sell...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I had a ciggy outside work yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My old Manager who now works in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;women's shoes department, talked to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'd love you to supervise my area."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, I'd think about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then she told me the story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Did Louis tell you that your name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is highlighted as a potential supervisor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the general meeting?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well, you couldve been a supervisor right now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but Louis wanted you to supervise his area,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but as everyone knows it, mens suits is the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shark pool. Amy and Matt didn't think you're &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ready for that. You need to start from a smaller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;department."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought, I couldve been a supervisor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Louis gave me Armani?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all that only because he wants to keep me in suits?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Badra, so why not come with me, tell Amy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that you want to supervise, that's all you need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to do. That's the only way you make your way up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will open more possibilities, even for a manager job..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I need to plan things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to make sure that I dont burn bridges&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna do it nicely, but hopefully,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;December or January.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kLUthOxfpMo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kLUthOxfpMo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-8527346807579426091?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/8527346807579426091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=8527346807579426091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/8527346807579426091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/8527346807579426091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-amazing-what-i-can-do.html' title='It&apos;s Amazing What I Can Do'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-2657055389610883444</id><published>2009-11-04T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:32:51.907-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Day Dreaming</title><content type='html'>hey babes...&lt;div&gt;went to RMIT to check out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the fashion merchandising course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm planning to do it next year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know, I want to reach my dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be a designer one day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or may be a CEO in a fashion house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but yeah, I found out that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the course that I want to do is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still too fucking expensive for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could only get a year of govt help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then I'll be paying around $9000 a year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and like, how can I pay that much money?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes things like this make me feel so small&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes things make it feel so unreachable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right now Im really kinda feeling so frustrated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all I want and yet it seems so far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just really hope that one day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it will all come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WW8VmSfYLAU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WW8VmSfYLAU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-2657055389610883444?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/2657055389610883444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=2657055389610883444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/2657055389610883444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/2657055389610883444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-dreaming.html' title='Day Dreaming'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-6251661241409353223</id><published>2009-11-04T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T14:01:31.667-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break Up'/><title type='text'>Loving The Memories. Not The Mann?</title><content type='html'>hey babes...&lt;div&gt;Ive been remembering a lot of things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about my ex, like fun stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd say things that I miss about us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss being the power couple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;missing joking around with him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the so often occasional kisses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;missing grabbing his arm, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walking next to him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I thought, do I miss him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do I want him back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a moment I thought may be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted him back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like, I came to realize that this past year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to be alone because I need to prove it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to myself. I mean, this whole break up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;destroyed my self trust and confidence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I just had to prove it to myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that Im still as strong, I had to rebuild myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've realized that I am now stronger than ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically, considering that now I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more control in everything, and Im sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can control the relationship even better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, there is a slight ok sign to getting back with him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but hmmmm... I dont think so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I think of it again, I dont miss everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only miss the good memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when that happens, you forget about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the shit memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think, I only miss the memories,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not the Mann...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-6251661241409353223?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/6251661241409353223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=6251661241409353223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/6251661241409353223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/6251661241409353223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/11/loving-memories-not-mann.html' title='Loving The Memories. Not The Mann?'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-7754827398155200878</id><published>2009-10-31T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T17:01:44.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parties and Alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>And The Reality Isn't Always That Gorgeous</title><content type='html'>hey babe&lt;div&gt;went to Sorrys for Bang Gang Halloween&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came as a drunk samurai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the kimono top from Made In Japan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on Australia on Collins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only for 52 dollars... Got a plastic sword too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eye make up from face crayons...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most people came as a vampire...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thomas got me free entry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then tequila shots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then up stairs for some house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was dancing when this guy grab my hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tall, brunette, typical indie face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he kissed me, so I kissed him back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he said "Can I get your number?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Because we made out last time?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and damn... I now remember...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember I told you I made out with a hot blonde?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I certainly didnt remember it correctly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was the same guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tall slender, brunette and indie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said, "Come home with me then."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, my boyfriend would kill me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was lying. I just didnt wanna go home with anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then I said, but we can make out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we did, big time. Bouncer nearly kicked us out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then found out that we have mutual friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So he asked me to add him on facebook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmmm I dont know about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qVstHPhaJ6M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qVstHPhaJ6M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-7754827398155200878?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-3665257951905278916</id><published>2009-10-24T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T20:58:01.953-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break Up'/><title type='text'>What's Your Return Policy?</title><content type='html'>I thought of last year.&lt;div&gt;All I can think of is my alco phase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was dealing with break up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also, people I care about betrayed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt know how it happened but yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of them tried to come back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I feel like things have changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's probably hard, I have no return policy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like in retail, we could only exchange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as long as the goods are not damaged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have to be in the exact same condition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-3665257951905278916?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/3665257951905278916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=3665257951905278916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/3665257951905278916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/3665257951905278916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-your-return-policy.html' title='What&apos;s Your Return Policy?'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-9134225488092284269</id><published>2009-10-19T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T16:28:35.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>The Guy and The Smell Of Cigarette and Coffee</title><content type='html'>I have another J on my list&lt;div&gt;He's supposed to be working with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like, he's new and I gotta look after him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the first day, I was just teaching him everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt think of anything about him at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then one of my colleagues said "J's so hot."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, no dont think so, not my type.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day in the morning on the way to work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw this guy wearing a sleek black suit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a coffee in his hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walking tall and straight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wearing his aviator sunnies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He stop to lit his ciggy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He turned around, and it was him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont you think there's always something sexy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about guys who have confident&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and smells like cigarette and coffee?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or is it just me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-1616834251574329194</id><published>2009-10-17T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T05:36:33.360-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Empowering Talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break Up'/><title type='text'>Unstoppable Than Ever. I Hope. part 3</title><content type='html'>I got home at 3ish last night&lt;div&gt;got up at 8 getting ready to work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just around 9.30 am my manager called me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he said, please come a little earlier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come to my office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to have a little chat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got there early, and he told me to sit down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said, "you know we have considered you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as one of the key talent here."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"And I told you that I have a good plan for you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He continued, "This is a good news, however&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the situation is very delicate."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We have decided to kick S*** and W**** out from Armani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you're going to start looking after the boutique."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We have two new people who will work with you as well"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"They didn't have as much experience as you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but we see a lot of potential in them."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"So for now I need you to look after them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;take them under your wings."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"How do you feel about that?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I know it's a delicate situation, but if S*** and W****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have any problem with that, we're there for you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, When do I start?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Monday week. And we are revamping the Armani Boutique&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They will have they're concept store ready by February&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and It will be fantastic."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But for now on, considering the situation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just don't tell anyone."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked away, meeting the new guys, Im happy with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked at the other guys on the floor, and I knew that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;once again I have proved them wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I started, everyone sorta underestimated me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now Im hiding the final bomb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't help feeling cautious though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As long as I haven't sign the actual contract&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like things might still change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I dont want to do anything until it's signed and done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There I was, turning into one of the vicious sharks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To think of it, the exact date last year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was about to be broken down the next day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when my ex broke up with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here I am now, Im ready for a war.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unstoppable than ever. I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-1616834251574329194?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/1616834251574329194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=1616834251574329194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/1616834251574329194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/1616834251574329194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/10/unstoppable-than-ever-i-hope-part-3.html' title='Unstoppable Than Ever. I Hope. part 3'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-8114539007225088298</id><published>2009-10-17T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T05:16:15.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parties and Alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>Unstoppable Than Ever. I Hope. part 2</title><content type='html'>I finished work at 9 last night&lt;div&gt;went home, &lt;a href="http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/10/unstoppable-than-ever-i-hope-part-1.html"&gt;spoke to my Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I managed to go to a 30th birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in Southpaw Bar in Gertrude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then Madame Brussel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then Sorry Grandma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we had shots of tequila and B151&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then we smoked some ciggy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then I saw this cute guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tall blond, slightly muscular&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so handsome but I dont find him attractive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then we danced, and he danced next to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I put my hand on his body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we danced together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he started kissing me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we made out on the dance floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we didnt even talk, didnt even know his name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;didnt like the way he kissed me though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to slow him down but forget it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told him, Ima see my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I went home thinking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its funny how I often kiss a guy in a straight night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-8114539007225088298?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/8114539007225088298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=8114539007225088298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/8114539007225088298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/8114539007225088298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/10/unstoppable-than-ever-i-hope-part-2.html' title='Unstoppable Than Ever. I Hope. part 2'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-3137005301075714416</id><published>2009-10-17T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T05:06:49.955-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Unstoppable Than Ever. I Hope. part 1</title><content type='html'>I was feeling really down on friday.&lt;div&gt;Like I just tried my best not to burst into tears at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started on thursday night, these questions and doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just couldnt help thinking, what if I made the wrong choice now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I certainly dont want to look back and regret things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What Im saying is, it's never easy to suddenly be responsible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with everything in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people are luckier because they have more guidelines or plans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some have their family to point them to the right direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I dont think anyone understand the way I see my life right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the way I try to predict my future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the way I fear the future itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was scared that every decision that I made for my career,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my social life, and everything in general leads me to a downfall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont want to fail in life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have dreamed big from the beginning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slowly get myself closer and closer to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what if all this fail?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got home from work, and feels like Im going to break down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I decided to speak to my Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She always have the most unpredictable answer to everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she said "You can't be scared of stepping forward and making a mistake."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You analyze the situation, make the best decision, and step forward."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If you look back and think that you did wrong, just step back."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Step back and do it again. Because then you know what's right."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt so relieved, I feared less. 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I Hope. part 1'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-1535300276610859404</id><published>2009-10-01T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:08:04.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break Up'/><title type='text'>The Final Step</title><content type='html'>I had my usual day off treat today&lt;div&gt;French crepes, a bit of red, and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the definitely the sweetest French eye candy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we got to talk about me and my ex'es little rendezvous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told them how I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I had the best answer from Patrick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was telling me the story about him and his ex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they tried to be friends but it was too awkward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they didnt end up being friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in other words, it was just fully over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no friends, nothing. Just a history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he asked me, "do you wanna be friends with him?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, but honestly, not like we're friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the truth is, there are friendship that happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because the people in it click with each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so it's natural for them to be friends because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they enjoy each other's company&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then there are friendship that develop from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a "getting used to each other" or even history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I realised that if me and my ex are going to be friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it would never going to be the natural friendship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it would be friendship that based on a history&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it would never be hanging out with a friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it would be "catching up with my ex"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That would be awkward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patrick continued, in his case he just quit it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there isn't any point for them to be friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's just done and it is the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart slightly pained when I heard that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"it's just over, it's in the past."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yeah, of course there is nothing wrong with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;having a regular "catching up with ex"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but what if these recurring rendezvous becomes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the new post-relationship relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I for sure dont want to keep having feelings for him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everytime we catch up, and this elongates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the break up process, it becomes the constant reminder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that we have a history, and for that Im scared that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would never end up getting over him for real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized that it is like you deciding to quit reading a book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you keep the book open on a table next to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can't help but keep looking through it now and then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What you should do is close the book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that  it should be the final step&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to my break up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Close the book. Make it a history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Accept the fact that it is over completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he should just be a guy I bump into&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the street, who happened to be my ex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that cutting it short would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make it easier in the long term.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Im over it, but I think that as long as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have emotion to him, it means that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im not completely over him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope this final step would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;help me get over it, completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C1p8HlgoRHE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C1p8HlgoRHE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/10/final-step.html' title='The Final Step'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-7796769812412383767</id><published>2009-09-30T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:08:04.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break Up'/><title type='text'>Pre Break Up Anniversary</title><content type='html'>It's almost a year since we broke up.&lt;div&gt;I can't believe how fast time goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even thinking about it gives me a goosebumps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like I had this sudden emotional feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a year since that beautiful relationship ended&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and thinking about things I went through the past year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like I could cry thinking about all the ups and down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the denial, the decision to not get back together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember avoiding him, missing him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;crying for him, and striving to block out all the feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the many insecurities, the anger I had to him and the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and not to forget... all the drunken nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the past week Ive been feeling emotional&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its almost a year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep feeling like I should see him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and find out how he has been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its almost like an unfinished business&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess some part of me just really miss him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I decided to text him and asked him to catch up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we did today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hugged him when I saw him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew I missed him. a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew I still care a lot about this guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all the anger just disappeared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was kinda awkward at first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but we ended up talking just the way we used to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is, I then realised that he hasn't changed much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's still very immature, hanging out with his young friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and complains about work, and somehow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt like some part of him is okey or even&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;proud of that early-20-ish attitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I guess that was why he broke up with me as first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know, the indecisiveness, the self centred ness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant help being emotional looking at him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like this guy, I just wanna hug him because I miss him a lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet I know for sure that things are never going to work out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that is the reason why I didnt want to get back together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im a logical person, and I dont do things that wont work out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went home after saying bye to him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and giving him another big hug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the way home, I found myself back to the old question&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this question was in my head a year ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"When it comes to love and relationship,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;should we be following our heart, or our brain?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8646604978210120398-7796769812412383767?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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then sunday and another shit weather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was Gay Bash at Sorry Grandma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went and it was one of the best party ever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olympic Games was the theme that night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you get in and they will give you a fake drug test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came out negative&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people were dressing up like athletes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Grecian god/goddess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wore my black draped cowl neck top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone danced and have fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people introduce themselves to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone was so friendly and drunk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my new BFF introduced me to his model friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's straight, but yeah whatever, he's a model in a gay party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he kissed me on my cheek and said you smell so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smiled, thank you, and left and danced again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my BFF also know this other slightly less hot model&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but this guy was dancing topless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and everyone threw themselves to him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so I did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I danced near him, and when he started lookin at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I grab his muscular arm and danced closer to him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt expect anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just me dancing body to body with a model&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's just perfectly toned. its very nice to dance to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;especially when I run my hands on his body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we introduced each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then he said, "look at your baby face."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, guess how old I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"nineteen?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shook my head, thirty two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No way!" he moved closer and said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"what's your secret? Did you put cum all over your face everynight?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laughed, No no. That might work though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"So tell me your secret."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You dont need anything, you're perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A kissed on my cheek and then I left dancing again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was so cold and windy in the smoking area&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;came back from my ciggy break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;making my way to the dance floor and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saw this handsome rugged-ey guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we shared the glance and then then dance together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he then lift me up, my arms holding him around his neck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his arm was on my back, pressing my body to his body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his other hand stayed firm lifting my upper thigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my legs around his hips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we were rockin' it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt like I was dancing with King Kong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the end of the night he came back and talk to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he gave me his name, no number&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he said, "meet me up at Hairy Canary, thursday 12 o'clock..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1TqOlB3yO8Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1TqOlB3yO8Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-4050461760514544283?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/4050461760514544283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=4050461760514544283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/4050461760514544283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/4050461760514544283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/09/rockin-it-with-king-kong.html' title='Rockin&apos; It With King Kong'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-6989130292743356613</id><published>2009-09-27T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:10:58.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>peacefulness</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w--ZHK1H1Gs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w--ZHK1H1Gs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-6989130292743356613?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/6989130292743356613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=6989130292743356613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/6989130292743356613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/6989130292743356613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/09/peacefulness.html' title='peacefulness'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-6265696492414879013</id><published>2009-09-10T17:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:09:21.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'>Lovers Come And Go...</title><content type='html'>Style last forever. Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-6265696492414879013?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/6265696492414879013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=6265696492414879013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/6265696492414879013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/6265696492414879013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/09/lovers-come-and-go.html' title='Lovers Come And Go...'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-3196729723770083491</id><published>2009-09-09T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:12:28.295-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Empowering Talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break Up'/><title type='text'>Current State Of Mind</title><content type='html'>I feel really cold.&lt;div&gt;I meant seriously I feel like I haven't felt anything for anyone.&lt;div&gt;Guys are just so disappointing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, they're gonna do anything and say anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to get into your pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when they realize they can't get you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they would start opening up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and show his disappointing real self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck it, like Im happy as long as Im thin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I still make money and have my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't see myself finding someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good enough for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, this break up thing has made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my standard goes way up there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I can't let myself getting disappointed by the same things again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So seriously bye-bye to insecure boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boys who lacks of determination and don't work hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Immature boys. I supposed younger is alright, but MATURE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want boys who's still in their druggie phase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like haters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good things about being 24 is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I finally meet more mature people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and these people can see and appreciate me (because Ive always been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more mature than my real age)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep imagining myself being with someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who is so awesome and someone who intimidate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and at the same time look after me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when I think of my past relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really think I was such a good loving boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously. And Im hotter when Im in a relationship :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, hopefully I would meet him one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But right now I should just focus on fixing my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ylu0ybj7DIg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ylu0ybj7DIg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-3196729723770083491?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then he had to go to hospital&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the next day my supervisor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;told me he liked me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that made me feel awful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt like a mean mean meanest biatch in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday night went out, drunk, swiped my card&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke up the next day and got a text from Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its all family mess all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Called my aunty only to find out more of the mess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the end she said "Kamu satu-satunya harapan Ibumu."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m3b9E1p9uOA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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correctly.&lt;div&gt;But yeah I found out that you only make good money in retail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you become a sales manager.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that takes ages to get there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I found out as well that doing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fashion degree in RMIT is about 2500 per semester&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that would be achievable if I have a full time job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How am I supposed to study full time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and work full time too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I just get money from somewhere?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night me and my friend from work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went for a drink and we thought of some ideas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like what I can do to  get enough money from a part time job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we thought I should be a prostitute, like a high class prostitute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he'd be my pimp, so he gotta start socializing with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rich high class society and get me some clients.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our market would be European billionaire who are into asian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we made our line "Why go to Bangkok and Bali when you can have Jerome?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway back to fashion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive been questioning a lot whether I have the talent or not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I decided that may be this time I should&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stop thinking too much about it, and instead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would just do it because I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im just a lot insecure, and I realize something else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All this time, I kept thinking that guys who like me are losers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there is a guy who show any interest I would &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;start wondering if he was a loser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I didnt do it because Im a bitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but because Im so insecure I dont think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;any good guy or great guy would wanna be with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dPD0jB53Vbo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dPD0jB53Vbo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-1869749084846507003?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/1869749084846507003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-6640225440933804188</id><published>2009-08-26T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:15:07.774-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>August Highlights</title><content type='html'>went home for a week&lt;div&gt;just to find that there is more problem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got a new laptop though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;considering of getting a banking job next year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like I should do it for my family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant believe even though I thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was fine here all this time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my sister still thinks of me as the spoilt one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she thinks that I make everything hard for everybody else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but yeah fuck it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;may be I should make millions and shut her mouth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but if I make million I'd make sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to pay enough money for the Indo judge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so that he stayed in jail forever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im still so thin, but I stop thinking I wanna be thinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the moment got throat infection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think girlfriends are typically more demanding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even more demanding that campy queeny gay friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I get annoyed everytime my girlfriends get all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too sensitive and all that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised I met so many people from work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and most of them are hot, I like being surrounded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by hot people, it makes me feel more positive somehow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like I can be in an insecurity-free zone with them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to save up some money for real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gotta pay my bills this month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meaning I might be missing out on fashion week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but who gives a shit Ive got way too many things in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive been dancing to this song and made video of it! mwa mwa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uv0Z_Q9CLEM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uv0Z_Q9CLEM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-6640225440933804188?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/6640225440933804188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=6640225440933804188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/6640225440933804188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/6640225440933804188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-highlights.html' title='August Highlights'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-8736688548901757150</id><published>2009-08-26T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:15:57.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>How Close Is Too Close?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey Hey... Gosh Ive been working non-stop since I come back. Sunday was the only day off I had, and this week, I only have one friday off. Like Ive been doing some extra work for David Jones because my manager is away, my supervisor is sick and the other supervisor got promoted to women's building... Hmmm so even though it's not official, basically Ive been doing some supervisor's work...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, lately Ive been having coffee and lunch break with a supervisor from children's wear. Just say his name is J. I knew him from a friend of mine, and like we hanged out together once and we sorta just clicked. No almost every time we work the same day, he would pick me up from upstairs and we'd have break together. Like I reckon he's such a nice nice nice guy, easy to talk to. Basically it's just really cool to hang out with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The thing is, some people from my floor have been kinda hinting that they think we were dating or something like that. Including some people I really dont like from my floor. And gosh, it feels really good to hear their reaction when they thought something was happening between me and J. Like, I told them that nothing is happening, but inside I want them to keep thinking that there is something happening. You know, like I want them to think "dont mess with Jerome, he's with the higher power."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmmm I caught up with J last weekend, and Im catching up with him again this weekend. He asked me to watch a movie with him. Like, hmmmm and I cant help thinking, as much as I know for sure I only want to be friends with him, what does he think of me? I have previously stated that I dont want any kind of relationship with boys at the moment, and like I really hope he gets what I mean, and that is if he was actually interested. Like I dunno, but I hope you guys know what I mean, like I might've read the wrong message. But seriously, if that is so like I thought, I dont want to lead someone on. And ummm how close is too close between an employee and a supervisor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/02q1gsRRo_4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/02q1gsRRo_4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-8736688548901757150?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/8736688548901757150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=8736688548901757150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/8736688548901757150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/8736688548901757150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-close-is-too-close.html' title='How Close Is Too Close?'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-3152055254986907483</id><published>2009-08-18T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:16:27.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Reality Check</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I came back to Indonesia for a week last, like a week ago. My plan was actually just to see my family, and kinda hoping that I could cry that one year of tears that Ive been holding inside. But I forgot that going home isnt exactly like that. I forgot it was more like a place to pretend that everything in Melbourne is fine. My mom is too weak to know anything that Ive been going through here. I mean, I understand that she has too many things to handle herself. And my sister, she's too caught up in her own family drama that she created.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was really annoying how everyone seems to think that my only problem in Melbourne is my recent weight loss. People were saying, "you're so thin." and "you're too thin, make sure you eat more." And they came with one conclusion, "that Im too busy working so I stop eating properly." Like in my head I thought, it would be good if it was only that simple. I simply cant believe noone attempted to ask me why I've lost weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Like, going home is like a reality check. I didn't have the chance to let go and feel. It was more like finding out that there are more problems happening there. I just had to deal with these problems. I came back to Melbourne and I was very broken. But then I realise, it is not a problem, it's a condition and there is nothing to do. Just deal with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ddEwBVoYevs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ddEwBVoYevs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-3152055254986907483?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/3152055254986907483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=3152055254986907483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/3152055254986907483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/3152055254986907483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/08/reality-check.html' title='Reality Check'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-2109228896961822222</id><published>2009-08-17T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:10:07.552-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Trying Out My MacBook Pro</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/veUrklxSLwU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/veUrklxSLwU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-2109228896961822222?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/2109228896961822222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=2109228896961822222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/2109228896961822222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/2109228896961822222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/08/trying-out-my-macbook-pro.html' title='Trying Out My MacBook Pro'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-6544335317924451757</id><published>2009-08-02T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:02:09.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashionancial Advice'/><title type='text'>Fashionancial Advice #17</title><content type='html'>Well just some sneak peak of my new book "Recession Fashion".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Check out vintage shoes from savers. They're about 8 or 10 dollars. And just take them to shoe repair place and get extra sole added. That way it last longer. That should cost about 20 dollars. That means you have a long lasting classic casual shoes for 28 or 30 dollars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vintage jumpers are awesome. Every op shop and second hand shop have them, also camberwell market. Dont worry about the jumbo size,  because thats the part of the look. Always try to get the 100% wool. If you are bored of the oversize jumper look, you can put it in a laundry bag, wash them with warm or hot water, then put it in the dryer for at least 2 hours and you would get a distressed shrunken felt jumper. Dont forget to check your dryer every 20 minutes and just keep an eye on it, you dont want to burn the natural fiber."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you're bored of your polyester tees, you can change the shape, or create a permanent crease on any parts that you want by spraying a bit of water on it just to get some moisture in it. Then scrunch it in any areas that you want, use rubber band to hold the creases, and then put it in microwave for 3 minutes. Keep an eye on it, and check it every minutes. When its done, you would get permanent crease on your tees. Meaning new tees."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now, more coming on my new book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-6544335317924451757?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/6544335317924451757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=6544335317924451757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/6544335317924451757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/6544335317924451757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/08/fashionancial-advice-17.html' title='Fashionancial Advice #17'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-5553890325927778100</id><published>2009-08-02T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T22:35:46.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashionancial Advice'/><title type='text'>Fashionancial Advice #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Everyone should be true to themselves when they choose what they wear. Fashion should be another expression of your personality, your identity, and everything that makes you who you are. It's supposed to accentuate your outer and inner beauty. I believe that people can only truly look good when they know who they are, because then they  would know what looks good on them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarome Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Fashionancial Minister&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-5553890325927778100?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/5553890325927778100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=5553890325927778100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/5553890325927778100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/5553890325927778100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/08/fashionancial-advice-1.html' title='Fashionancial Advice #1'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-6491155750434020828</id><published>2009-08-01T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:17:03.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break Up'/><title type='text'>Im Alright</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally I get to post new thing, my housemate led me use his laptop, until I get a new one in a few weeks time. So how have I been? I've been alright actually. You know, still working, stil losing weight, and still dealing with the post break up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I actually realise that there is no way I can describe how breaking up is like. Like, it's getting better but at the same time it feels like it's just evolving from one phase to another. From numb, to feeling something, to a different kind of feeling, to numb again, and then to different emotion, and so on, but I still believe that its only gonna get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I still feel very fucking insecure about myself. Still annoyed by things, still thinking about it, still angry about it, still having that care but disgusted when I think of him and what he did. Still thinking that it's none of our fault, but still thinking that he fucked it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just no way I can try to describe how I feel. mwa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-6491155750434020828?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/6491155750434020828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=6491155750434020828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/6491155750434020828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/6491155750434020828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-alright.html' title='Im Alright'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-2542036308027657604</id><published>2009-07-13T03:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:17:42.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Im a Geeeeek!</title><content type='html'>Devoooooooo, Im so devo.&lt;br /&gt;Well not so much but seriously Im bored of not having any&lt;br /&gt;action or even a fling lately.&lt;br /&gt;Planning to get my haircut.&lt;br /&gt;Planning to go back to uni for fashion degree next year.&lt;br /&gt;Still havent fixed my pc.&lt;br /&gt;Im bored nothing much with me&lt;br /&gt;just busy working again. Like Im still skinny&lt;br /&gt;I dont even know what to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Ive been watching all harry potter movie, like&lt;br /&gt;Im a geek now.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I dont mean to be snobbish or stuck up&lt;br /&gt;but like I just wanna be left alone when I have a day off&lt;br /&gt;I cant be fucked to talk.&lt;br /&gt;Mwa mwa, I still love you all. Some of you hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go out but saving money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QIDZqpfRVzM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QIDZqpfRVzM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-2542036308027657604?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/2542036308027657604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=2542036308027657604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/2542036308027657604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/2542036308027657604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-geeeeek.html' title='Im a Geeeeek!'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-6291003993271645095</id><published>2009-06-16T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:18:06.498-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Empowering Talk'/><title type='text'>Fine and Deadly</title><content type='html'>Been working a lot&lt;br /&gt;my pc broke&lt;br /&gt;so been using psp for facebook&lt;br /&gt;been proud of how settled Ive been&lt;br /&gt;been proud of how skinnier I am&lt;br /&gt;been grateful for my job&lt;br /&gt;been grateful for being able to control my spending&lt;br /&gt;been happy with new things&lt;br /&gt;been so content about what I have achieved&lt;br /&gt;been wanting to tell you, you suck, look at me I'm fine and deadly.&lt;br /&gt;been thinking, you should be feeling like you made a big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway Im 59 kilos today. bye loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9jU5riJNrQQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9jU5riJNrQQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-6291003993271645095?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/6291003993271645095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=6291003993271645095' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/6291003993271645095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/6291003993271645095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/06/fine-and-deadly.html' title='Fine and Deadly'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-8984817882650957682</id><published>2009-05-22T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:18:20.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Empowering Talk'/><title type='text'>OMFG It's so My Song!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-yBaFtE34Fw&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/-yBaFtE34Fw&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;Never took a scene check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never were a reject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey lookin perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you aren't so in step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You had your photograph, in a magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a pretty boy, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only nineteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now your twenty-three and it's all gone now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you ain't all that, you wanna be somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was only a dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You just thought you could be anything that you wanted to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sadly, it all went wrong so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never took a scene check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never were a reject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey lookin perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you aren't so in step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still just go to the same old clubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the new kids have got one above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music tastes change like the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're doin now what's already been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you still think that you're so it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know so and so, and you made a hit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can't hear it being played&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you my friend have had your day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never took a scene check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never were a reject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey lookin perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you aren't so in step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in step&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-8984817882650957682?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/8984817882650957682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=8984817882650957682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/8984817882650957682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/8984817882650957682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/05/omfg-its-so-my-song.html' title='OMFG It&apos;s so My Song!!!'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-4407288132246301036</id><published>2009-05-05T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:19:50.268-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break Up'/><title type='text'>Turn Cold (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I finished work, cought up with Kiki and Julia. Just when I was waiting for them I had lots of shits in my head. My mom, my sister's convicted boyfriend (or husband), and those people around me whom sometimes I thought are so pointless to even know them. May be I was just hungover and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But seriously what is it that you get from people who annoy you, irritate you, offend you? Arent we friends because we're supposed to make each other happy? I'm getting tired of investing so much time and effort to people who never even make me feel happy. Why do that? So much more time was even invested in my doomed relationship, and what do I get from it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I mean, Im through with people's shit. I have my own things to handle. So really, I cant deal with people who want me to cop their shit too. I thought, I can easily replace them with some new people. It's me, I've done that before and I can do that again, anytime I want. I don't even need them. Why stress out about them when I can just chill and do what's best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another question came into my head. An old question I had every now and then, "Why didnt 'you and I' work out?" May be things are better when you're alone and depending only on doing what's best for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tbnVaSi9pdI&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/tbnVaSi9pdI&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-4407288132246301036?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/4407288132246301036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=4407288132246301036' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/4407288132246301036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/4407288132246301036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/05/turn-cold-3.html' title='Turn Cold (3)'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-1288654692608797543</id><published>2009-05-05T22:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:19:39.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parties and Alcohol'/><title type='text'>Turn Cold (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had to shower, Asian way. I finally hung up the phone, turned the heater on next to me. I duck in the big bucket, got some hot water from the basin and pour it on my body. Fuck me, my legs are too long for the fucking bucket. They still kinda stick out from the bucket area, so the water drips everywhere. But I thought it was okey, at least it wasnt as cold as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I was wrong. The moment I start scrubbing soaps on my body, I realised how cold it was. Makes sense, no warm water running on you. My heater just seemed to  make it worse. I just quickly get another bucket of hot water clean the soap on my body and was just swearing to myself. Fuck this shower shit ass. Fuck my hangover. So I dried myself using the hairdryer. Now, time to wash my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I bent over so my head could get as close as possible to the wash basin. Put my head under the water thingy and put some shampoo. And motherfucker, shampoo went to my eyes. I quickly try to pull my head out from the water basin thing, and knocked my head to the water thingy (you know, the long thingy where the water pours out of it). So I thought enough, Im not doing this anymore. I'd rather shower at my friend's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to work, surprisingly I was still drunk enough to act nice and smile to everyone. Until, 2pm, and I was out of it. Finished work, cought up with Kiki and Julia, showered at her place. Warm shower, I would never take that for granted ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS. In case you're wondering what happened with the party... The police came, people had to go inside, no more music. The next day, the neighbours were screaming at them, telling them how outraged they are because of the laneway party. And they got fined. $500 fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xt0wXcBzDt0&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/Xt0wXcBzDt0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-1288654692608797543?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/1288654692608797543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=1288654692608797543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/1288654692608797543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/1288654692608797543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/05/turn-cold-2.html' title='Turn Cold (2)'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-5196804722820039842</id><published>2009-05-05T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:19:39.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parties and Alcohol'/><title type='text'>Turn Cold (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It all starts with a water stain on the ceiling. Apparently we have some problems with our tiles in the shower cubicle. So that saturday afternoon, during my short coffee break, I got a message from my housemate telling me that we would not be able to use the shower for at least 2 weeks. Fuck me. They said, they need a week to dry the ceiling, and another week to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My housemate said it's ok because they bought a huge bucket so we can put it next to our small basin, so we can use another small bucket to get water from the basin and pour it on our body while we duck or scoot in the big bucket. Fuck me, it's so primitive. So like what I did when I was little in Indo. Ah another thing, we're meant to put a heater on next to us when we shower coz my housemate said it would be cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I completely forgot that I had to go to this big house party that night. It was Macaulay Culkin's theme. I went as Richie Rich for the sake of the irony because I was wearing my $7.50 blazer from savers :P I went with some beers to Carlton North. I got there and oh gosh, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one of the best things I've ever seen in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It was 3 houses next to each other, and they decided to make this party together, so at the end it was a big party in the alley way. The crowed are also mixed, I guess each house has different kind of guess. Also different kind of music. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I met my old friends. I met many new people. I saw so many hippies. I saw so many rich hippies. I saw college students. I saw the hot jocks. It was great. I met a guy who works for David Jones as well, we properly introduced each other and finally talked that night. And I fucking met one of my happy customer! I sold him a $1,400 worth of suit from Gieves and Hawkes. He seemed happy, he bought it for his interview and he is doing well :) Fucking random though meeting your customers in a house party when you're drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I decided to go home around 2am, I had to work that morning. I remembered, people  taking e's only to find out that the neighbours called the cops. So the cops came, and ordered everyone to stay inside and turn off the music. I remembered their bright lights and the alley way. I walked out from the party, run into a pole when catching a cab home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I woke up the next day having to get ready to work. My mom texted me around 6am. She wanted to talked to me about my sister's shit again.  I called her, and just listened to her with my shoulder holding my phone against my ear, while Im brushing my teeth. I was just listening to her crying. And I realised I couldn't use the fucking shower. Fuck me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MCP6b533sAE&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/MCP6b533sAE&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-5196804722820039842?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/5196804722820039842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=5196804722820039842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/5196804722820039842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/5196804722820039842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/05/turn-cold-1.html' title='Turn Cold (1)'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-8539379964339032153</id><published>2009-04-30T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:20:16.867-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>P.S. go to cinema now. NOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dude, dont you think we all have to go to cinema now. Right NOW? With the fucking swine flu pandemic, its only a matter of minutes til it reaches Melbourne. When that happens, they would close cinemas (and possibly bars too?) just like what happened in Mexico, to minimise the risk of viral infection outbreak. So go to cinema tonight. You might not be able to do that tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-8539379964339032153?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/8539379964339032153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=8539379964339032153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/8539379964339032153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/8539379964339032153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/04/ps-go-to-cinema-now-now.html' title='P.S. go to cinema now. NOW!'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-308673290856735559</id><published>2009-04-30T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:21:00.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Empowering Talk'/><title type='text'>Climb, Climb, Climb Higher...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've got to get ready to work in about one and a half hour... I havent done jackshit since this morning and that's what I hate about working in the afternoon, I just can't do anything... Anyway I feel like going out for a few drinks tonight, just a few drinks coz I have to work tomorrow morning... and sunday as well. Ah well my partying days are over I should be more serious from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I met my ex'es cousin yesterday, she was somehow very bitchy to me (always has been) and she was telling me that she works next door to my apartment. She did mention it was boring job. Now is it just me or everyone around me have been bitching about works recently. Like I do bitch about work too but I think Im used to it by now. Im not saying that bitching about your work is bad, in fact everyone do it. And then she asked me how is everything with David Jones, and I answered, the same answer I give to everyone who ask me the same question, "I dont love it, but yeah it's a job. I dont hate it. I simply dont want to sweat about it too much. At the end of the day it pays."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Like I think it's called work for a reason. People have to "work". Now you dont always have to love what you do. I mean you would be one of a thousand super lucky people if you get your dream job and loving it. But again, there would always be those days when you're stressing out about it. Because that's what work is. So bitching is fine, but seriously dont sweat it too much. If you dont like it then quit it. Dont let the negative energy affect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I cant be fucked doing anything at the moment. Listening to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TGxBTsmuRIk"&gt;Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Zero&lt;/a&gt;. Im gonna get up and make myself some milky oatmeal, and may be some pancakes as well. Shit, I have to do the dishes. I still miss my family a lot, Im jealous of people who have their family around. It's just not fair sometimes. Like I mean, I have done so many things recently and my mom and my sister arent here so I can share it with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh well, Im not being a drama queen. I dont like them. Im gonna eat my breakfast and then go to work, hopefully Achira or Tara would be working the shoes department so I could hide in the shoe reserves and sit down and have our own little bitch, and probably try a few shoes...&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/8646604978210120398-308673290856735559?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/308673290856735559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=308673290856735559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/308673290856735559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/308673290856735559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/04/climb-climb-climb-higher.html' title='Climb, Climb, Climb Higher...'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-2053685699563955593</id><published>2009-04-26T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:48:24.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovely Songs'/><title type='text'>Sunday Morning Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ukC-_lgOnFE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ukC-_lgOnFE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-2053685699563955593?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/2053685699563955593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=2053685699563955593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/2053685699563955593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/2053685699563955593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-morning-song.html' title='Sunday Morning Song'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-2470281182088176143</id><published>2009-04-26T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:21:44.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Contemplating Completeness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a plan in my head. It seems perfect to me but to everyone else it might seem very selfish, immature and a little thoughtless. I want to go back to uni next year doing fashion. I don't want to do any accounting job. I want to keep doing fashion. That's what I want to do. But then doesn't that mean all this 4 years of hard work and money that I spent on my degree would go to waste?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-2470281182088176143?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/2470281182088176143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=2470281182088176143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/2470281182088176143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/2470281182088176143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/04/contemplating-completeness.html' title='Contemplating Completeness'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-3077884875453606800</id><published>2009-04-25T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:22:01.032-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>Cintaku Hidupku Harapanku Duniaku Bahagiaku</title><content type='html'>If I ever could ask who I want to be, I would wanna be with him... We would make a good couple... &lt;a href="http://humanplanet.blogs.bbcearth.com/2009/04/23/its-the-world-calling/"&gt;Cintaku Hidupku Harapanku Duniaku Bahagiaku&lt;/a&gt;... mwa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha I meant I had the biggest crush on this guy. And Im proud of what he has achieved...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-3077884875453606800?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/3077884875453606800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=3077884875453606800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/3077884875453606800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/3077884875453606800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/04/cintaku-hidupku-harapanku-duniaku.html' title='Cintaku Hidupku Harapanku Duniaku Bahagiaku'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-354293173025622745</id><published>2009-04-21T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:23:20.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Empowering Talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break Up'/><title type='text'>2.39 am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmmm nothing much. Went home from work and had dinner and watch tv for a bit. And then I nap for about 2 hours so I cant sleep right now. Good thing that Im working at 12 tomorrow. I have been working a lot lately. And its great. Im loving it, this is what I wanted. A routine. I work, go home, dinner, chill, sleep, and work again and so on. And I still get to have fun in weekend or whenever I can. Did I tell you David Jones loves me and they offered me a part time position? I feel so proud of  it. Yes I know, its only a retail job, and I think I deserve better than that. But come on, it's David Jones and I only started working for them in November. You know, it's another prove that hard worl pays. I hate the work politics though. But I think Im doing it well :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I havent been going out, so it's good. Only planning to go for Amar's birthday this saturday, and I will not be going out. Im only going to the dinner. I feel fine so far. No boys at the moment but it's good. You know I cant be with any of them at the moment anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey, Im starting to kinda realise that I unconsciously never really believe or at least I never really think of keeping a long term relationship. I dream of it, but I just dont think that I actually have the gut to keep it as a long term. You know, growing up as a muslim in Asia, with a lot of responsibility for my family, it's just somehow not my priority. Like what I mean is, I want it but somehow lately I've been realising that compared to many of my friends, I dont think as much about actually having it or trying to get it when I think of my future. Somehow it's just not one of those priority to me. When I think of the future, I picture happyness from career and success, and keeping my Mom and my sister happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's getting late and Im talking more non-sense. Ive been spending my money better lately. Especially since I moved to Jonny's apartment and work regularly. I cute down my smoking to only 2 packs a week (from a pack a day). But it doesnt mean that I put some money on my saving. See this is how it works for me. I spend half of my salary on shopping and also as always good money and good wine, and then the rest I somehow try to manage living on the rest of my money. I started to realised that shopping and those dine out makes me happy. Im still however sometimes think of how much money I had before, how much my Mom would send me. I was rich. Im just scared that Im gonna end up being that kinda person whose happyness only depends on how much he earn and how much he can spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a listen to Hey Little Rich Girl by The Specials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FOOUVH7oWcw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FOOUVH7oWcw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-354293173025622745?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/354293173025622745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=354293173025622745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/354293173025622745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/354293173025622745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/04/239-am.html' title='2.39 am'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-5220821474411908940</id><published>2009-04-18T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:23:41.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Sasha's Questions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WHAT WAS YOUR:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. last beverage = &lt;/strong&gt;Summer Strawberry ice cream and milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. last phone call = &lt;/strong&gt;Andrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. last text message = &lt;/strong&gt;to Sasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. last song you listened to = &lt;/strong&gt;Vampire Weekend, Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. last time you cried = &lt;/strong&gt;few months ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. dated someone twice = &lt;/strong&gt;no and I dont really believe it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. been cheated on = &lt;/strong&gt;hopefully not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it = &lt;/strong&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. lost someone special = &lt;/strong&gt;yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. been depressed = &lt;/strong&gt;very super sad yes but I dont think I was depressed, its a big word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. been drunk and threw up = &lt;/strong&gt;yeah not so bad anymore, I think Im well trained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. &lt;/strong&gt;wine-red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. &lt;/strong&gt;navy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. &lt;/strong&gt;black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU: (2009)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. made a new friend = &lt;/strong&gt;yes, many of them actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. fallen out of love = &lt;/strong&gt;kinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. laughed until you cried = &lt;/strong&gt;yeap, drunk night in denpasar, with Liz, Mary, Budi and Leo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. met someone who changed you = &lt;/strong&gt;Yeah I love people who inspire me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. found out who your true friends were = &lt;/strong&gt;everyone is my true friend hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. found out someone was talking about you = &lt;/strong&gt;yes and I made sure the got what they deserve too. Asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. kissed anyone on your friend's list = &lt;/strong&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THINGS THAT DESCRIBE ME:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. how many people on your friends list do you know in real life = &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;All but one, but this guy taught me spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. how many kids do you want to have = &lt;/strong&gt;I either wanna have 3 kids or no kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. do you have any pets = &lt;/strong&gt;I wanna have cats and may be puppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. do you want to change your name = &lt;/strong&gt;I dont think so but I want to use my dad's last name so I would be: badra hariadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. what did you do for your last birthday =&lt;/strong&gt; I had a fantastic dinner with my ex at seamstress. Loved it. Got home and found my friends made a surprise party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. what time did you wake up today = &lt;/strong&gt;8 am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. what were you doing at midnight last night = &lt;/strong&gt;watching Skins in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. name something you CANNOT wait for = &lt;/strong&gt;having enough money to go overseas and do a fashion degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. last time you saw your mother = &lt;/strong&gt;Last year in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. what is one thing you wish you could change about your life? = &lt;/strong&gt;hmmm I hate saying there are quite a few... But hmmm I wish I'd be taking more chance in life.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. what are you listening to right now = &lt;/strong&gt;Done Done by Frankmusik&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. have you ever talked to a person named Tom = &lt;/strong&gt;I talked kissed and slept with Tom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. what's getting on your nerves right now = &lt;/strong&gt;Some stuff from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. most visited webpage = &lt;/strong&gt;Facebook and youtube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. what's your real name = &lt;/strong&gt;Badra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. nicknames = &lt;/strong&gt;Andra, Andha, dra, B, Badj, Baji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. relationship status = &lt;/strong&gt;single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. zodiac sign = &lt;/strong&gt;Gemini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. male or female? = &lt;/strong&gt;male!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. elementary? = &lt;/strong&gt;SD Islam 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. middle school = &lt;/strong&gt;SMP 1 pekalongan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. high school/college = &lt;/strong&gt;SMU 1 Jalan Kartini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. hair color = &lt;/strong&gt;black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. long or short = &lt;/strong&gt;short boyish short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. height = &lt;/strong&gt;174 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. do you have a crush on someone? = &lt;/strong&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48: what do you like about yourself? = &lt;/strong&gt;HmmI eat a lot and I stay thin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. piercings = &lt;/strong&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. tattoos = &lt;/strong&gt;no, I want to but my Mom will kill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51. righty or lefty = &lt;/strong&gt;Righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. first injury = &lt;/strong&gt;I poked my forehead with a metal stick when I was 4, I still have the scar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. first piercing = &lt;/strong&gt;not yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. first best friend = &lt;/strong&gt;Ina and Achonk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;55. first sport you joined = &lt;/strong&gt;swimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56. first vacation = &lt;/strong&gt;I think my family took me to Borobudur but I cant remember, I have the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58. first pair of trainers = &lt;/strong&gt;Something white with a blue tick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RIGHT NOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;59. eating = &lt;/strong&gt;I stop eating at 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60. drinking = &lt;/strong&gt;water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61. I'm about to = &lt;/strong&gt;watch skins and sleeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62. listening to = &lt;/strong&gt;Billie Holiday "Glad to be Unhappy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. waiting on = &lt;/strong&gt;sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. want kids?= &lt;/strong&gt;Not so sure but most likely no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65. get married? = &lt;/strong&gt;Not so sure. But would love to have someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;66. career? = &lt;/strong&gt;Top Fashion Design Job in New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67. lips or eyes = &lt;/strong&gt;eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68. hugs or kisses = &lt;/strong&gt;Hugs but dont mind kisses as long as it's slow, soft and intense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. shorter or taller = &lt;/strong&gt;taller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70. older or younger = &lt;/strong&gt;I somehow have this rules, only 4 years gap. Preferably older, but dont mind younger as long as I can be proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71. romantic or spontaneous = &lt;/strong&gt;Spontanious, thrilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72. nice stomach or nice arms = &lt;/strong&gt;Nice arms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;73. sensitive or loud = &lt;/strong&gt;in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74. hook-up or relationship = &lt;/strong&gt;relationship but I dont want something restraining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;75. trouble-maker or hesitant = &lt;/strong&gt;in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;76. kissed a stranger = &lt;/strong&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. drank hard liquor = &lt;/strong&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78. lost glasses/contacts = &lt;/strong&gt;dont need them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;79. had sex on first date = &lt;/strong&gt;nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80. broken someone's heart = &lt;/strong&gt;I might've&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;81. had your own heart broken = &lt;/strong&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82. been arrested = &lt;/strong&gt;no, I have good lawyers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;83. turned someone down = &lt;/strong&gt;yes, but I regret it so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. cried when someone died = &lt;/strong&gt;yes yes I have feelings too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;85. fallen for a friend? = &lt;/strong&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86. yourself = &lt;/strong&gt;only when I tell myself to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87. miracles = &lt;/strong&gt;not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88. love at first sight? = &lt;/strong&gt;all the time, cintaku hidupku duniaku bahagiaku harapanku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;89. heaven = &lt;/strong&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;90. Santa Claus = &lt;/strong&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;91. kiss on the first date = &lt;/strong&gt;duh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;92. angels = &lt;/strong&gt;Not angels with wings. Just angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;94. had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time = &lt;/strong&gt;No and Never will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;95. did you sing today? = &lt;/strong&gt;more like humming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;96. ever cheated on somebody? = &lt;/strong&gt;never and that something I know I wont do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;97. if you could go back in time, how far would you go?= &lt;/strong&gt;Just the time when I still have my family around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98. if you could pick a day from last year and relive it, what would it be? = &lt;/strong&gt;one of those drunken days with good food good wine good cocktails after a whole day shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99. are you afraid of falling in love? = &lt;/strong&gt;I love having a crush, but love is a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100. posting this as 100 truths? = &lt;/strong&gt;nooooooooooo!&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-5220821474411908940?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/5220821474411908940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=5220821474411908940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/5220821474411908940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/5220821474411908940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/04/sashas-questions.html' title='Sasha&apos;s Questions...'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-8216635625334122198</id><published>2009-04-18T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:23:58.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break Up'/><title type='text'>Senja</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;Duhai senja, dan hari kemarin. Berapa senjakah harus berlalu senyap warna jingga agar senyapnya merasuki pikiran kalutku yang buntu. Musim dingin sudah menghangat, yang hangat sudah membeku tapi otak dan hatiku tidak kian surut beradu. Asmara masih merah bagai lahar menyeruak sebagaimana pula amarah dalam duka dalam sepi dalam hidup yang semakin nestapa. Duhai senja, akulah satu jiwa yang tersesat di hari yang lalu.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-8216635625334122198?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/8216635625334122198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=8216635625334122198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/8216635625334122198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/8216635625334122198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/04/senja.html' title='Senja'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-3606580129517462173</id><published>2009-04-08T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:24:48.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>Skins and Tony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I borrowed Skins from Josh, I didnt even know what that would be. I just thought I want to stay home and watch dvd. But goooooosh, its fucking awesome! I love it. I finally love a teen tv drama! And I have borrowed season one and two, so I'll be watching one episode everynight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thing is, I kinda thought that Tony is cute. Not like physically cute. But it's his coolness, and naughty ness, and he'a a bad boy, and he's tall and I dont know, something about his look is very cool.  Check out this video from the first season ep one, when he sings, I like the second version in this &lt;a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jRVF3Fhm6ss"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;. But how wrong is that that he is actually only 19, like what the fuck is with me and younger boys lately? Like I think Im old now and Im still trapped in my 18hoodness. Even gross when I showed my housemate this show, and he said, "He looks familiar. He looks like the boy from that movie About The Boy, Hugh Grant movie."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And he was right, Tony was that little boy from that movie. Gross. But good to know some kids are actually growing into good looking boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-3606580129517462173?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/3606580129517462173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=3606580129517462173' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/3606580129517462173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/3606580129517462173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/04/skins-and-tony.html' title='Skins and Tony'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-2301410854536193275</id><published>2009-04-05T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:25:01.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what not to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>Trash Love. Sweet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Im just repeating what I said to Sashark today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a hotboy I had a fling with ended up being trashy and get into a relationship with this fashion-try~hard trash. Not that I care but who doesnt secretly wish that the guy you slept with would somehow be in love with you? Not necessarily a serious kinda love but I think everyone secretly hope that he would be into you more than you're into him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, despite the fact that I'm secretly annoyed, I really find that super sweet. I mean, I find it sweet how two trash, find love in each other. Like, it's just a solid proof that love isnt only for people on TV. You dont have to be classy or have a good life to be in love, and to be lovable. It's like there is something sweet about how they see each other beyond the trashiness that other people see in them. It's just like Shrek, but instead of ugly fat ogres, they are two trashy boys. Sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I4pBImZfUm0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I4pBImZfUm0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-2301410854536193275?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/2301410854536193275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=2301410854536193275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/2301410854536193275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/2301410854536193275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/04/trash-love-sweet.html' title='Trash Love. Sweet.'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-8201090764701315532</id><published>2009-04-02T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:24:48.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>Sophisticated Sappy</title><content type='html'>I feel like saying this, people might think that my life is almost perfect but I know now that it wont feel complete without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarome Jackson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-8201090764701315532?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/8201090764701315532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=8201090764701315532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/8201090764701315532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/8201090764701315532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/04/sophisticated-sappy.html' title='Sophisticated Sappy'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-9131669615871208181</id><published>2009-04-02T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:25:23.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Life and Those Sad Sophisticated Stories</title><content type='html'>I know I havent blogged for a while, and not because life is boring at the moment. A lot of things happened. I got an interview with Emporio Armani, moved back to my old apartment, and mary left yesterday. Good thing is, I finally got my residency yesterday! At the moment though my computer is dead, so Im actually doing this from my PSP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-9131669615871208181?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/9131669615871208181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=9131669615871208181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/9131669615871208181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/9131669615871208181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-and-those-sad-sophisticated.html' title='Life and Those Sad Sophisticated Stories'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-2048000449291081095</id><published>2009-03-16T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:26:04.609-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Empowering Talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parties and Alcohol'/><title type='text'>One Perfect Saturday Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So yeah, last saturday' weather was so shit/great? I mean it was cold, cloudy, dark, grey and rainy. But it was to me the perfect day to stay in. Especially since I kinda went out on friday night. So i decided to get groceries, cooked some green thai curry, bought some meat pies, and strawberry ice cream. Mary went out that night so I had the whole apartment for myself. Plus i had sunday off. So the result was, the perfect saturday night in. I ate 4 bowls of curry and rice, in my sofa under my blanket, then have 2 meat pies, and had around 5 portions of ice cream plus milk. I was watching dvd too... aah I fell asleep like a baby. And I loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwa mwa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-2048000449291081095?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/2048000449291081095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=2048000449291081095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/2048000449291081095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/2048000449291081095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-perfect-saturday-night.html' title='One Perfect Saturday Night'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-7164611963991904956</id><published>2009-03-12T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:26:37.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Empowering Talk'/><title type='text'>Classy Is Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had good one last night. I finished work, and finally having a day off, watched confession of a shoppaholic, and went for dinner, and then one gin and tonic, and then catching up with Phillip, and so good to see him so happy! I didnt get drunk, went to IQ fully sober and again enjoying meeting people with my soberness. I feel so sophisticated, and I love that feeling. It's like a substitute for alcohol-fun. I like just smiling and just be classy and give them a good impression about myself... mwa mwa, life is hard I'm not gonna make it harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-7164611963991904956?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/7164611963991904956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=7164611963991904956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/7164611963991904956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/7164611963991904956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/03/classy-is-back.html' title='Classy Is Back!'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-3178170999648040278</id><published>2009-03-02T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:27:30.085-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Empowering Talk'/><title type='text'>My New Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aOnAru7r_g4&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/aOnAru7r_g4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Seriously in love with this song at the moment. It's like a happy song! And oh my goodness, totally love what Andre 3000 is wearing here. He's the most stylish, I'd love to look like that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-3178170999648040278?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/3178170999648040278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=3178170999648040278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/3178170999648040278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/3178170999648040278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-new-song.html' title='My New Song'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-1171402520975601119</id><published>2009-02-28T20:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:27:43.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Empowering Talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break Up'/><title type='text'>Fuck Me, Frowning Clouds!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I spent my saturday night at home. Quiet, nothing eventful. I didn't read, didn't watch any movies, didn't cook or eat, didn't drink anything. It felt horrible. The lonelyness felt so aweful I could cry if I want to. I talked to my sister friend on facebook and found out (this time for real) that my sister is married. She didn't even tell me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then there I was, lonely, sober, and thinking "How many thing have I had to go through this past 4 months?" First, breaking up with Tim, and then I was broke, I haven't got a proper job that could pay the bill. And then Denny left, Mary is leaving, I had a fight with her for a while, and I had to find a place to live because I can't keep this apartment, I could probably be homeless. But somehow I feel like I can deal with this. I think Im stronger, and Im gonna be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So today, I woke up, went to the Victoria Market, wearing my new outfit. Went there alone, and had fun grocery shopping. Bought some salmon steak, some meat and vegies, and of course, mangoes. On the way back I saw this band playing, I knew them, I saw them before! I love them, The Frowning Clouds, they're so young but they're like the Rollingstones of Melbourne! They were singing Im Alright, and I felt like, "yeah Im ok. I just need to get things right from now on." So I decided that Im gonna do the right things this time. No more excessive drinking, and try harder to get a job. And it will be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308082974183021778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SaoZV3J6XNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hwgvvPcUjIY/s400/frowning+clouds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way last night I had a dream, someone was telling me a secret recipe for the perfect soup. Bu then when everyone left, this mysterious person whisper in my ear, "Believe me, it's only salt and pepper." Yeah I woke up and I thought, it was like a scene in Kung Fu Panda. But it might be right, sometimes it only takes some simple things to make it perfect...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-1171402520975601119?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/1171402520975601119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=1171402520975601119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/1171402520975601119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/1171402520975601119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/02/fuck-me-frowning-clouds.html' title='Fuck Me, Frowning Clouds!'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SaoZV3J6XNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hwgvvPcUjIY/s72-c/frowning+clouds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-4309682890516002410</id><published>2009-02-28T06:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:29:00.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrity Lines'/><title type='text'>Humanitarian Jarome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I'm still friends with them (activists and humanitarians) even though we don't see each other that often. They're like a bridge to me.  A bridge to the real world, they help me help do something to save the world and help people in Africa."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarome Jackson on being humanitarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"It's such a fucking fuckery. He only does that coz that's the only thing that makes him feel human."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Nikolas Karageorge is not happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-4309682890516002410?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/4309682890516002410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=4309682890516002410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/4309682890516002410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/4309682890516002410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/02/humanitarian-jarome.html' title='Humanitarian Jarome'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-4352004956104671750</id><published>2009-02-25T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:29:24.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>BF/GF Material</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I heard someone said to me, "I think, he's just such a boyfriend material." And after that I can't stop thinking, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"What exactly is a boyfriend or girlfriend material like?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-4352004956104671750?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/4352004956104671750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=4352004956104671750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/4352004956104671750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/4352004956104671750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/02/bfgf-material.html' title='BF/GF Material'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-5784892645881792198</id><published>2009-02-19T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:29:56.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketches'/><title type='text'>Billie Holiday Inspired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SZ1ZaZ0KtZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/AqXvy6Z3lh8/s1600-h/6a00d83440317e53ef00e54f38061f8833-500wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304494246253475218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SZ1ZaZ0KtZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/AqXvy6Z3lh8/s400/6a00d83440317e53ef00e54f38061f8833-500wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SZ1ZaPn8GzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/sc53BjuM22M/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304494243517831986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SZ1ZaPn8GzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/sc53BjuM22M/s400/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SZ1ZaDxE6QI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Wjs5aRPNn4I/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304494240334932226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SZ1ZaDxE6QI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Wjs5aRPNn4I/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So here it is some sketches ispired by Billie Holiday. I read her brief life story and was so inspired by her strugles and determination. Also, this is a part of the Back To Black Collection, so it's still all about tragedy, doomed love story, and dark. I think Im gonna use the song below for the fashion show as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0vo_vsW_Uog&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/0vo_vsW_Uog&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-5784892645881792198?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/5784892645881792198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=5784892645881792198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/5784892645881792198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/5784892645881792198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/02/billie-holiday-inspired.html' title='Billie Holiday Inspired'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SZ1ZaZ0KtZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/AqXvy6Z3lh8/s72-c/6a00d83440317e53ef00e54f38061f8833-500wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-4018443407283202515</id><published>2009-02-18T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:31:24.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parties and Alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break Up'/><title type='text'>Just Me, The Night, And a Glass of Merlot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok seriously, if you are reading this, please read the previous blog entry first because that one is super important to me... I feel chatty, may be Im feeling lonely. May be I need to talk. But I feel fine. I cut my arm yesterday (ladder accident) so I find it hard to type. But yes may be Im feeling lonely. And it's good and bad at the same time. Just me, the night, and a glass of my cheap nice merlot. Billie Holiday is singing Moonglow for me. And somehow wine just taste sweeter. Im not planning to go out this weekend, but may be I should. You know what a lonely heart can do, right? But again my heart has died, so it seems that I could use some friends around me without having to spend too much money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I started to think it's stupid to spend money on alcohol. Money can buy me time with friends, but alcohol makes me forget all the fun. And dear friends, answer my stupid question. What do people do when they have nothing to do? What if there are a lot of time and nothing to do? I tend to think, and I dont like thinking and feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ah, life can be maaaarvelous but what do people do to make life marvelous? Billie Holiday is being such a darl for singing Moonglow one more time. Tell me, what does a lonely person with limited money, and a lot of time to spend, do to make life maaarvelous? Ah my heart has died, I don't know how to feel things properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-4018443407283202515?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/4018443407283202515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=4018443407283202515' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/4018443407283202515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/4018443407283202515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-me-night-and-glass-of-merlot.html' title='Just Me, The Night, And a Glass of Merlot'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-1820953210187120163</id><published>2009-02-18T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:31:24.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parties and Alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break Up'/><title type='text'>The Only Constant Is Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was the exact 10 years after my dad's passing away. I prayed for him, I hope he find some peace. I miss him a lot, I can't even describe it. Imagine you want to talk to someone so bad, but he's just no where you can find. Can't text him, can't call him. But I still feel him around when I miss him. I love him, always. The only man I ever love LOVE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way he taught me so many times, that the only constant is change. Sounds like a theory in a management subject, yeah? Well, it is. But, it really does apply in everything, I guess it is an absolute thing. Ah and these past few months, you guys might've known, that there are soooo many changes I have to go through. The most recent one would be, Denny. He went home for good. And yesterday I found Mary's going home for good too. And I feel like this is too much for me... Like, how many times do I have to say goodbye in 6 months? I hate goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another problem would be, my apartment. Mary's not here, meaning I have to find a new place. Im totally screwed. I would love to get a cool new place, but at the same time, I dont have money. See, Im not as rich as I used to be anymore. (I was really rich). And I need to get a good job, a real job. Get money and get new place. It all seems too much for me. I don't know how Im going to handle this. On top of everything, I can't believe my sister just couldn't care less about my shit, and just get self-consumed with her own shit, and her shit husband and her fug step kids shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing is today I got paid. So I had an ok (but not so fabulous and definately cheaper) lunch with an old friend and just bitch about what shit that we'd been through. Then had 2 beers at Matchbox. Yes dear friends, only had 2 of them. I could not afford my old fabulous lifestyle, drinking from 1 pm till 1 am. I could not afford them. But good thing again, I decided to cook myself some carbonara, bought a bottle of nice Merlot for 7.50, and bought 2 mangoes. Dinner, nice wine and mangoes. It is probably the new lifestyle I should be living. It was fantastic, in a simpler way. I must be getting use to this, and I should enjoy the simpleness and sweetness of this. I will be going to bed soon, with one of the fashion book I borrowed from city library. Voila, sweet simple life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back again, I know I still have lots of shit I have to deal with. But I think I will deal with it one by one. And as my dad said change is the only constant, meaning I should try to work with the changes because it will always be there. And yes sometimes I have to work harder, but it is life, and it can't always be easy. But at least hard work will get you somewhere better. So I will get myself new friends, and somehow new place to live. Wish me luck... mwa mwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sKkkGjnt3-Q&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/sKkkGjnt3-Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-1820953210187120163?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/1820953210187120163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=1820953210187120163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/1820953210187120163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/1820953210187120163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/02/only-constant-is-change.html' title='The Only Constant Is Change'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-1471658689634987575</id><published>2009-02-16T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:31:44.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>It Was Friggin' Huuuuuuuuuge!</title><content type='html'>I saw, I touched, fuck it was huuuuuuuuuuuuge! Like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_cdPWwBKplI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_cdPWwBKplI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-1471658689634987575?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/1471658689634987575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=1471658689634987575' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/1471658689634987575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/1471658689634987575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-was-friggin-huuuuuuuuuge.html' title='It Was Friggin&apos; Huuuuuuuuuge!'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-4555353245946485596</id><published>2009-02-13T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:32:03.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break Up'/><title type='text'>What Could've Been</title><content type='html'>It could've been our first anniversary today. Oh well, nothing last forever eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-4555353245946485596?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/4555353245946485596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=4555353245946485596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/4555353245946485596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/4555353245946485596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-couldve-been.html' title='What Could&apos;ve Been'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-474172801692703551</id><published>2009-02-13T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:32:34.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>Something So Addictive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SZWl7QemuYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/0YBk83KImwQ/s1600-h/frenchkiss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302326573752826242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SZWl7QemuYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/0YBk83KImwQ/s400/frenchkiss.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I made out with a guy last night. He was possibly one of the most good-looking guy I've kissed in my life. It was even better, I had to work for it. I had to steal him from someone else he was kissing. He's tall, dark, and handsome, and an excellent kisser. He has this really deep voice, very sexy. Oh he's only 18. Basically super charged with hormones. So let me say it, don't you think an 18 year old boy, and a broken hearted (and confused and drunk) boy are a good match for a playful make out session?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I gotta tell you, I didn't sleep with him. But may be I would like to just sleep next to him and hug. Believe it or not, it made me feel so good. I spent the whole day trying to figure out why it felt so good. And then I got it, those kisses and all, they make me feel attractive again. I feel like I still deserve someone to give me some attention, someone to make me feel like Im wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For just one night I got to feel good about myself again, and forget about the break up, and all the insecurity that comes with it. I get it now, why people do that. Yet I won't go that far, like sleeping around. Because the effect doesn't last that long, but it is super addictive. I want more of it. I want more attention, I want to feel good again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EdqOM0wcS20&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EdqOM0wcS20&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-474172801692703551?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/474172801692703551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=474172801692703551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/474172801692703551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/474172801692703551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/02/something-so-addictive.html' title='Something So Addictive'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SZWl7QemuYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/0YBk83KImwQ/s72-c/frenchkiss.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-7909758111282468834</id><published>2009-02-11T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:32:34.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>Day Dreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SZNyl4MNCaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/cc_sbpOeROY/s1600-h/smmodize0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301707181409503650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SZNyl4MNCaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/cc_sbpOeROY/s400/smmodize0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't he cute? Look at me, and smile, and I faint.&lt;br /&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/8646604978210120398-7909758111282468834?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/7909758111282468834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=7909758111282468834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/7909758111282468834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/7909758111282468834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-dreaming.html' title='Day Dreaming'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SZNyl4MNCaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/cc_sbpOeROY/s72-c/smmodize0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646604978210120398.post-8779332913781203850</id><published>2009-02-05T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:33:09.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parties and Alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Break Up'/><title type='text'>Jarome Talks About Insecurity</title><content type='html'>When I think of it, I remember I couldn't deal with my insecurity. Like, I mean, Im still kinda insecure now. Breaking up sort of makes me feel even worse about myself. Im scared to talk to people about what I really feel about thing, and sometimes I overexaggerate what I really feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't deal with it. I would go out, get drunk and trashed and be a total bitch. Then I would throw a glass of drink on some random annoying person on the dance floor. I would leave with my friends at the end of the night, and I remember ranting "&lt;strong&gt;I need a good lawyer! I need a good lawyer!&lt;/strong&gt;" And when I woke up in the morning, I felt really aweful, I knew I shouldn't've done that. So I would drag my hungover ass and dizzy head to a supermarket, and make cakes and cookies. They sorta make me feel less guilty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646604978210120398-8779332913781203850?l=sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/feeds/8779332913781203850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646604978210120398&amp;postID=8779332913781203850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/8779332913781203850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646604978210120398/posts/default/8779332913781203850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophisticatedbubu.blogspot.com/2009/02/jarome-talks-about-insecurity.html' title='Jarome Talks About Insecurity'/><author><name>Jarome B Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18407454746926667802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FcvC-vQeO4w/SURQcEDG7mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-u7U_KL9bAY/S220/vgiTx3HCs8P5kXgQdBdt3A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
