This is it, in another 6 hours, i'll be boarding the MAS Boeing 777 to Shanghai. My family's stealing some sleep right now and i'm the only one awake, still busy packing. And pray if all goes well, i'll be having breakfast in Shanghai in around 12 hours from now.

Sis' boyfriend Simon will be at my house by 10 to send us all to the airport. There we'll meet up with another friend family and my cousin and his mum from M'cca, sadly his sister couldnt make the trip due to an operation on her knee for a rare problem called Villo Nodular Synoditis. Thank god it all went well, she's still in the hospital though and her dad stayed back to accompany her, imagine all the fun we can have if they all went. :(

Now how i wish they have internet access in planes so i can blog while on the way.

Here's a few pics of the process of packing as of now.

My study table.

My hand and check-in luggage.

I better go finish packing, to everyone, have fun back here or anywhere you go kay? And do get souvenirs for me too! See y'all in a weeks time and Happy Halloween!

Love,

Jinny

No morning walk today!! Emelia couldn't wake up!! I dozed back after waking up to see 7:32 am on my digital clock, she admitted she couldnt wake up, tsk tsk tsk!

Well tonight is the night i'll be flying off to Shanghai for a 7 day holiday. Sad thing is, i've not packed, was supposed to pack last night but i ended up having my eyeballs glued to National Geographic. Inside 911, where they uncover the agenda and heroic acts of the NY residents during the attacks. Not to mention the acts of the mthrfking terrorist cowards. How they pushed the wrong PA button to transmit their voices to the control towers instead of the aircraft cabins. Claim they die for religion and as an act of honour to kill thousands of innocent people. Fuck them idiots!!

Chucolate and i were having this webcam convo last night and we talked about our mosquito killing weapons and sims 2 and my Shanghai trip. She told me i should insist i sit near the windows so i can see everything under the plane, but i politely reminded her mine's a night flight. She went "oh better still, maybe can see GLOW IN THE DARK BIRDS". I mean, wtf? If really got, i'll catch one for you so you can hang it in your room at night okay? *cough*

To add into my already full shopping list, Cze wants me to get her silk pjs, and a shawl, and lots of sweets. Emmy T wants her tea-set with some of China's finest tea. Well, at least the rest JUST wants sweets eh? :p

And lastly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIN SISTER!! Known you for quite awhile now, you've always been a great friend who has cared and loved all throughout. And i dare say i'm really proud to've known someone called Tan Ee Jin! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Love,
Jinny

I know its a Saturday morning, no teen in their right mind would wake up at 6.30 just to go for a morning walk. But i guess me and Emelia arent in our right minds anyway. Eh Emelia? Haha. Initially we planned to leave our houses at 6.30, she was up earlier than planned, but me, as my ass grew heavier, i didnt wanna get off my bed, i thought maybe if i snoozed for a little while more, it wouldnt hurt. I tried to sound as awake as possible when she called, though i cant really remember what time i actually get off my bed, i was guessing 10 minutes after 6.30. But that didnt stop us from walking and talking till the sun came up. Lets do this one more time before i go off for Shanghai shall we Emelia!? We'll go at 6 tomorrow morning, you know i like walking in the dark. :)

After much wait, I have finally gotten Andy McNab's Deep Black, i'll be having something to read in the plane after all. And big sis just got back from S'pore for a ONE day stay.

The Wong Kok Char Chan Teng in SS2 isn't as bad as i thought. I always had the thought that Hong Kong food was as rude and undelicious as the locals there. But i guess if you mix it up with a bit of the Malaysian touch, it'll do just fine. Ever since the rest of my family found out i was this big eater, everytime someone would have difficulty consuming anything (anything at all), undoubtly, it'd be on my plate. Today my grandaunty couldn't finish her whatever mixed cheese rice, having asked me whether i want any of it on my plate and being denied several times, to my horror, she just started shifting scoop by scoop onto my plate, she did it in such a speed, i didnt even have the time to refuse. If she wasn't my GRANDaunty, i would've just tossed everything back, but you know, it aint nice to refuse something already given to you, and she knows advantage is on her side. Who cares, to show my protest, i left it at the side of the plate, untouched.

Ish.

Love,
Jinny

I dont write my posts in a diary format very often, but today, i feel like it.

Me and Ming trashed Sam, Wes and Haren 25-18 in our Senior vs Junior Volleyball face-off before boss came rolling in with his Chrome Proton Waja, seeing us playing volleyball instead of executing our drills, he honked furiously at us. Though i haven't jogged, stretched, nor did my drills, i had no choice but to tell him we all finished and are actually waiting for him, no doubt i owned up that volleyball was my idea, he just gave me that "WTF" look.

As i was sitting on the Astaka, on the spot where Mr.Allen would stand and yell at anyone with distinctively long hair during assembly, i noticed that if you'd use the miniature granite rocks to scratch the cemented surface of the astaka, you'll get a nice white line similiar to chalk. Being the itchy hand me, i drew a man with a spear on a boat hunting wild boars, then feeling as accomplished as ever, i went round telling people i'd created cave art. This time, everyone gave me that "WTF" look. -.-"

After training, me and jie braved the main busy road once again to get to Cze Wien's house, we always go to the Kelana Jaya pasar Ramadhan together to buy whatever that would make us fat in the long run, then cycle back to her house, put polite faces in front of her mum and berbuka puasa. Being the last time we'd berbuka puasa together, we bought a little extra today, Sotong Bakar! And then the usual, satay, otak-otak, air tebu, murtabak and lots and lots of fried stuff. As usual, gossiped, chatted, joked, almost everything 3 friends would do while dining together. Sadly Michelle couldnt join us this time. Really funny how a form 4 like me would click so so so so well with a bunch of Form 5s. And i mean, really really well. Looking forward to more of those dinners after all your SPMs! At least none of you would give me that "WTF" look.... i guess..

Now i'm just hoping sis would come back with my new Andy McNab novel, i cant wait.

By the way, out of the blue, here's my wishlist of luxuries i doubt i'll never get anytime soon:

• An Ipod Nano
• A Pearl EXR825H Export Radical 5-piece Drumset
• Lost Season 1 complete DVD
• Nokia 7280 Triband GSM Camera Cell Phone
• Nike Mercurial Vapor 2 boots
• Adidas F-50+ boots
• Nolia 6670
• Adidas Pedator Pulse boots
• Nike Men's Zoom Miler, Gold and White spikes
• Adidas Meteor spikes (I have the red/black one, but i really want the light silver metallic/forest/white)
• 2005 GMC Sierra 1500 Regular Cab Standard Box 4WD WT (its an SUV)
• Sony Playstation 3
• XBOX video game system
• Deuter Aircontact 45+10 Backpack
• Nike Men's Free 5.0 Running Shoes
• Umbro X Boot KTK SG football boots
• Ludwig Accent 5-piece Power Drumset
• Men's TEVA Cross Terra Sandal
• Andy McNab's Bravo Two Zero
• Ahead 5B Aluminium Drumsticks
• Carbosticks (Pair) Carbo-Rods C/Fusion Drumsticks

There you have it. These are some things dad wouldn't wanna lay his eyes on. Damn!

Love,

Jinny

My inspiration for my posts builds up when i'm in the shower, honestly, i think stuff or ideas more than anytime else in the shower. I dont know if its the water that stimulates the mind but whatever it is, it is effective.

Emelia started sms-ing me at 6.30 this morning. The night before we had already made a pact of waking each other up for a good jog, and then she msged me at 6.45 this morning telling me she's too tired to go when i'm already on the verge of waking up. So being the usual me, i told her that it was totally up to her and when back to sleep, until 11. And right now, i regretted not waking up early, i've practically missed training, futsal and i feel like i've wasted my whole morning. And that sucks.

My Friday looks kinda bleak and boring, there isn't any plans except for sis to take me to OU to get my Andy McNab novel which i truly feel might not even work out. I cant stay online for the whole day, or else i'll get an eye-strain, and neither can i watch too much tv because i have the tendency of falling asleep everytime i lie on my stomach on mum and dad's bed while watching the tv, and when i wake up, i'll get crankier and crankier. So, what the hell can i do???

I'm thinking about looking for a new drums teacher, the current i have isn't really good, i mean he's good on the drums, but time-management and punctuality wise, he sucks. And i'm already getting sick of commuting to Amcorp every saturday afternoon just for a half-hour class. And i'll be looking for a job this holidays to earn cash so i dont have to live off mum and dad for a drumset. Although i might have a problem putting it in the house, im sure we'll work it out, eh dad?

It startles me how everyone seems to be flying off to China recently, dad says its the cheapest and best place to go, so being ants following the rest to the candy, we're leaving for Shanghai on Monday, 31st October, 1.45am. For a well cold 7 days, I'm glad we'll be staying in huge hotels, having not residing in a 5 star hotel since i occupied my holidays with OBS and XPDC. So, anything above 4 stars is a plus plus for me.

I need to go out! I cant stay at home! Urgh.
People go download The Jetset Life is Gonna Kill You by My Chemical Romance, just being a good friend and an even faithful MCR fan. :)

Love,
Jinny

I fell in love with the corpse bride, and i mean literally THE corpse bride. Honestly, i find something in her quite attractive, her body language. Why do i fall for people who i'm throughly aware i'll never ever get?!

And life isn't getting much better. And i finally realized, why no one really realises the negative traits of the "people" i mentioned in my last few posts. Thats because these people are bloody two-faced. They act differently in front of different scores of people, especially people of the opposite sex, that's why no one really knows their true selves. Sigh, open your eyes people! Sometimes we just tend to overlook the most obvious things in life.

And if you're planning to watch Corpse Bride, do watch out for these 2 buggers on the left, they're so cute. :p

Dear God, sometimes i wish i could just slit my own wrists without worrying about anything else. Watch the blood trickle down my arms. Anticipating the part where my vision just blurs, my breathing to get heavier, and heavier, and heavier, and in the end, everything just turns black. So i JUST DONT HAVE TO FACE MY WORLD.

I'm just surrounded by people who seem to hurt me every little day, feeling helpless, that you cant do anything about it unless you're into commiting murder just to exterminate the people you hate. The feeling just breaks you down, you look at the people you hate move about, enjoying life till the outer limits. I dont entirely blame those i hate, the people around giving respect, and attention and all, makes me even more frustrated. What do i do? I've slammed my fists on tables, cupboards, chairs. Yes i know, it sounds like i've got a serious personal problem. Fuck it, its been like this since ever. Friends telling you they really care when most of them just couldn't give a fuck at all! Why yes, the kind assuring words of others do seem like sweet music to the ears, but behind it all, behind it all... It just gets more fucked up as my life wastes away.

As much as i can prove my urging wishes of cutting my wrists or slitting my throat, I might have comed up with probably the stupidest sounding yet fucking true thing. Everyone loves BIG flirts dont we? Girls i know do, guys i know do too. I guess, most of the time, you've gotta flirt like a butterfly to the blindest of blind people to get somewhere. Dont prove me wrong, cause those who do, I'll prove them wrong too.

At least dad just lectured me for my results, in a quite subtle way, he managed to relax things abit although I'm still gushing with gothic thoughts of murder and suicide. Sometimes i'd just wonder, why am i placed here, in this land, with so many infidels and idiots around me, i'd happily give up anything, anything at all to get myself to a new environment, be it more problematic than the one im facing now, i dont care, i just need to get away. No wait, i WANT to get away!

If you think this blog is turning into a mad-drag black gothic suicidal depressing cooking pot, you have either 2 choices, continue looking forward to my posts, or just delete this url off your links, or address books or just clear out your whole history of sites and never remember this url ever ever again. I seriously recommend deleting this add to those who cant stand swearing or cuss words, or to those who feel offended, or even those who live their lives without thinking about anyone else. Ooh, and self-proclaimed casanovas and holy people, this i BEG you to NOT read my blog at all!

Im quite convinced after this post, my blog would just turn into a ghost town, its okay though. I'll read my posts alone. :)

If conditions do not improve, those who choose to stay would have more interesting-cum-depressing reads to come if i can find the right "inspiration". Oh and fuck those who i've indirectly mentioned in this blog, i hope you know who you are.

Sour Love,
Jinny

Hey, people, that's my dinnerfor tonight, believe it or not, I made it all by myself. :)

All you need: Brocolli, one potato, one midget carrot, white dory fillet/chicken fillet, miniature prawns, fresh milk, planta (a must!), few tablespoons of salt, Italian herbs, and *drumrolls* Cradox white cream mixture.

Brocolli, potato, carrot boiled in one go. Fillet and prawns boiled first, then pan-fried. Milk poured over frying fillet and prawns. Leave it to brown for approx 10 minutes over a slow fire. Brocolli taken out leaving carrot and potato to continue boiling. Finally, blend Cradox white cream mixture with cold water, leave mixture to boil for 15 minutes while stirring continueously. Arrange food on plate, pour white cream over while still hot. Bon Appetit.

I apologize for this post sounding more like a science experiment.

Love,
Jinny

Somehow today, i've decided to expunge my messy, overgrown hair. Since the holidays are here, i've decided to add minor slits here and there. Take a look.

BEFORE:

AFTER TODAY:

Oh well, the only thing to console me is that fact that IT'LL GROW BACK! For now, lets all just be satisfied shall we? :)

Love,

Jinny

I have finally realized how its like to cheat death. When your adrenaline starts pumping, you break into an uncontrollable sweat, you cant cycle straight, you wait till the old man who saw it all happen is out of sight then curse him for cursing you, when you give yourself a small smile and try telling yourself its okay, when you see the lady in the car yelling in shock while banging her fists on the steering wheel, basicly, when you realize what a lucky fucker you are.

I just realized i might just die way before my great-grandma's time, after one escape, im sure the next time it wouldnt be too lenient on me.

Okay, I nearly got into a mess when my bike just merely whisked past this lady's front bumper, like all hollywood actors of actresses would recite in their scripts, i swore i couldnt remember a thing except for NOT looking in front of my bike and the screeching of tyres and bursting honk. Though i can remember the old man giving me an awry look and yelled to me with a tone that your dad would when you'd tell him you dent his car door, he said:

"Young man, you want to mati? Dont you cycle like that!"

With that quote, i got so scared i just kept on cycling, it was then i noticed the seriousness of things, and how in the world had i managed to come out of it unscathed. I'd imagine if i'd really had my head smashed against her bonnet and the sound of the sirens and to wake up in another place. Thank my karma i'm telling all of you this while you're sitting your butts in front of the computer than by my bedside. And if it wouldve got worse, you'd have my parents, or the lady, or the old man relating my story to you while im lying in my box.

Again, as cliched as it may ever ever sound, this post is just to tell you guys to appreciate those around you while they're still alive and kicking. You never know when its too late.

I'm THANKFUL that i'm still here on my swivling chair typing this out at 6:01 pm and not having my brain juices cleaned off a bonnet. Gosh.

Love,
Jinny

In loving memory of Datin Paduka Seri Endon Mahmood, the First Lady of Malaysia, who passed on from breast cancer early this morning. The whole Malaysia's mourning, and if you've not noticed, even the skies. Amazing how the clouds have so much water particles to last a whole morning and late afternoon.

I've finally finally started training after a long lay-off and i've been under the rain since this morning. I do realize i might have a fever coming up on me soon.

Anyway, reading through my archives today, the main purpose of this post is to thank everyone who's been reading my blog ever since a year ago or even if you've just started today. Honestly, I would similiarise it with the progress that the port of M'cca did almost 600 years ago. From a dark, black, cold blog with short posts, to an orange fiesta with colourful alphabets and a saucy theme, and now back to the old black and cold theme dubbed Into The Cold. With over 110 posts, I'm amazed how this blog has progressed through a year when my first motive was just to create a blog and post my training schedules and timetables for others to see (Yes, I'm not kidding!). I guess right now, its already a part of me, just like my computer, or MSN, or my beloved handphone. I guarantee you i dont know any other way to express myself and let others know but through this blog and i'm very very thankful for that.

Every post or comment you make either in my posts or on the chatterbox, will only spur me to strive and make this blog more interesting than before, in simple terms, comments and the presence of everyone out there who reads this is indeed the blood flow of this blog! Keep it flowing guys!

Special thanks to those who've been reading and visiting this blog ever since its first few posts, Chucchy, XR, Mira, Melly Spinelli, Vrillie, Big Sis, 2nd Sis, and Julie, and to everyone who I've not mentioned here, you know I love you! :) THANKS Y'ALL!

Love,
Jinny

Always let a girl do what she's meant to do.

Terrible wrapping, but hey chucs, these are for you! :)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

Friends aren't really friends anyway. Most of them just wanna suck the shit outta ya.
And then there are those who only go for the fame above friendship. And famous friendships if you know what I mean.

There's no more use talking about problems in life and what's bothering me, no one's ever gonna change. Not for you, not even for the good of themselves because their motives are all screwed up and shit.

If you're not famous with your group of friends, you're most likely never gonna get anywhere.

Fuck.

It's happened again.

Its happening again! Its raining! Right now, on a Sunday morning. This couldnt be more perfect.

For those who arent really finding happiness in whatever they do in life, go listen to Radiohead's Creep. Its really meaningful and flooding with emotion, reminds me of myself sometimes.

Radiohead - Creep

When you were here before, couldn't look in your eye
You're just like an angel, your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish i was special
You're so fuckin special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I dont belong here

I dont care if it hurts
I want to take control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fuckin special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I dont belong here, oh, oh

She's running out the door
She's running out, she run, run, run, run, run

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fuckin special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I dont belong here
I dont belong here

And then there's 1979 from Smashing Pumpkins, another good one.

Love
Jinny

The occasional ecstasy.

Finally! The sky has finally poured on a weekend morning! And I was right on my bed, with the sky so dark, and my room coloured the same way to suit the sky, basicly, everything was so dark and cold, and I told mum to leave the window open before leaving for M'cca and so she did. Imagine, snoozing around on bed, with the occasional rumbling of the thunder, and the grey sky, the pitter-patter of the rain, the darkened room with your comforter as the only source of warmth. Nothing, and trust me, NOTHING could be better! Especially on weekends.

Spent the almost the whole of today in OU, walking around, visiting the same places more than 3 times, after almost 9 hours of walking, OU just seems sooo small. Bumped into almost everyone I know there. Spent 40 bucks today on stuff that I dont usually buy. And 4 Brothers wasn't bad at all. Although I do feel guilty for skipping drums and dinner with my aunt.

This I take the opportunity to wish my blog a very happy belated belated belated birthday. 1 Year Old! People!! Well not exactly ONE right now lah, supposed to be on the 29th but better late than never.

This is for you Bloggie!!

I swore i couldve tore all you mofos up to bits!! Just because your hell-hole colour gang or whatever shit gang has all its members fail moral, you guys rejoice at the sight of me failing my moral and say i complete the whole gang. You fuck ass mofos!

And then there's moral, i was hoping i wouldve at least NOT failed anything this time, and looked on course in doing so when all i needed was another 27/80 to pass add maths, and then i found out i got a fucking 27 for moral. Once and for all, FUCK MORAL!!

If i do fail another subject, dont be surprised to see me standing over the ledge of the pedestrian bridge threatening to jump into a highway of cars. Or maybe just banging tables and smashing ornaments around my house. My temper cannot be contained in situations like this. Boys dont cry, remember? ONCE AGAIN, FUCK MORAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And again i swore to god i couldve just started screaming in class just now, fucking sick showing your "im cool" face around when inside your burning hot. And for this time, I DO NOT APOLOGIZE FOR THE SWEARING AND CUSS WORDS BECAUSE I COULDNT CARE LESS!!!!!

Ever getting lost in translation while writing a post? It's irritating, I know...

The good ol form 3s just finished their PMR and are lost in the fits of freedom while the "older" ones, like me, are still stuck with the finals having 3 days to go. From tomorrow onwards, its all shading the round alphabetic boxes once again, except for modern maths 2 and english 2. Apart from that, everything should be on a downhill scale from now on.

I'm slowly getting hooked to Lost like everyone's hooked on to OTH, or OC, or Laguna Beach. Although the long downloads mostly dont get my patience very well, but I'm coping with it, and hopefully my Ares AND Limewire doesnt stall due to a download overdrive.

And then there are some people in life who are just idiots. They go around insulting the looks of others and when it comes to themselves, they sing their own praises. I guess I'm the only one feeling this way because others just DONT see it. Never ever ever ever ever ever judge a capati by its sarong-wearing cook. <---- The effects of acid rain, global warming and a whole lot of study.

Well then, this post is just to give you a quick update that I am not underground yet and pretty much still kicking. Till my next post.

And to all Tmn SEA form 3s, boring la you ppl. You guys are no match for our PMR-ending celebration. Cheh.

Love,
Jinny

A new look..

Now people, i've finally decided to do a makeover for my blog and browsing through the template lists, I came across this theme.

Dubbed Into the Cold, this theme is mainly to emphasise mostly on the coldness in and around our daily lives. As you all know, I'm pretty much of a dramatic post person. So to me, this theme suits me like an enzyme to its substrates (too much biology it seems). I dont know about the opinions of others, but heck it, its my blog!

Tag your comments! :)

Love,
Jinny

Yep, thats right, 5 more days! For now, we're or rather i'm still frolicking around the net, telling myself that its Friday and i should chill out. Chilling out indeed.

I've gotten two marks back though, and i do see a vast improvement in marks, and hopefully this fine form of reward comes in at a swifter and much more consistent pace.
Sejarah paper 2 : 52/80
Add Maths paper 2: 45/100 (come on.. its already a miracle for me!)

One week ago, i already started planning in absorbing my surroundings and intepreting it into a probably 3000+ word blog post to round up on my views and goals and of course, what i do feel about society, and well, mainly also to prove people wrong that only girls can write really long posts about their love lives and gossips. I'd prefer my blog posts to be erm.. like erm.. coup de grace.. you know..

Anyway, I've decided against writing that super long post anytime soon but instead, I present, to you:
The To-Do List After 14th October and mainly before whatever date RKA falls on: *drum roll*

• Use the computer without feeling any guilt or despair
• Persuade mum and dad to get me a drumset!!
• Not think too much about results
• Convince dad that I tried my best in the exams
• Go gallavanting! *a must!*
• Get a new Andy McNab novel
• Look forward to Shanghai trip with much anticipation
• Clean my study table
• Frequent my evening walks with Oscar around the neigbourhood
• Pump air into my bicycle tyres
• Search for an Add Math and Chemistry home tutor
• Partaaaayyyyyyy!!
• Late-night movies at Brads and night-school-explorations with torchlights and the walky talkies... hahaha.. *ooh i love this one*
• Play more futsal
• Go shopping for a new collared shirt that is NOT red
• If possible, find a new drum teacher
• I think i mentioned this already but..Partttaaayyyyyyyyy!!!
• Get Fifa 06 and Winning Eleven 9
• Get myself a handy, trusty mp3 player

As for now, I'd wanna go castrate some mosquitoes and maybe watch abit of the magnificent invention of the Television. I've already got an eye-strain.. shit

Love,

Jinny

When it all goes down....

Exactly 10 more days to the end of finals and counting! :)

Yesterday morning, great-grandma collapse again, just like the scenario the other time when it was really serious, this time, she had her drips and was back later in the afternoon. Due to slight de-hydration, she fainted during breakfast.

To that someone out there, who had a drumstick fall on his head at approx 5.05pm yesterday at the Taman Jaya LRT station, I'm really really sorry. I noticed the train approaching just after i tapped my touch n go card on the sensor so i took the stairs instead of the escalator. To go up faster, I hopped the first few steps alternately and swung my hand carrying the drumstick bag a little too aggressively, a drumstick flew right out of a small opening and flung against the pillar, being cylinder-ish, I chased after my rolling drumstick and to curse my luck, before i could collect it, it rolled right under the railing and onto the ledge (I was on the 3rd floor and the taxi stand was right below, so the fall must've hurt somebody real bad), yeeaap.. it rolled over the ledge and I stood there petrified. Screw it i thought, its only A drumstick, and if I'd go down to get it, I'd risk getting a hammering and losing another RM1 or so getting back in.

Estimated losses yesterday: ONE LA special Hickory 7A drumstick = RM19/2 = RM9.50
Abit of confidence in revisiting the Taman Jaya LRT station
RM 6.50 for a lousy drink
Part of my sanity...

The week to come is plagued with nags and very very important yet hard papers. And to EVERYONE who's in Form 3, GOOD LUCK FOR YOUR PMR!

Love,
Jinny