<?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-3832300658886680250</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:32:40.963+08:00</updated><category term='drama'/><category term='technology'/><category term='other'/><category term='food'/><category term='English'/><category term='family'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='song'/><category term='Book'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='assignment'/><category term='Event'/><category term='happening'/><category term='science'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>jeanniecjy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-5423814746102228602</id><published>2009-10-18T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T00:02:19.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other'/><title type='text'>Hatched</title><content type='html'>The eggs finally hatched last week. It seems that the birds are too small to even open their eyes properly. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/Sts7sshR8BI/AAAAAAAAAzU/UC1KiyTnnSY/s1600-h/DSC00971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/Sts7sshR8BI/AAAAAAAAAzU/UC1KiyTnnSY/s400/DSC00971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393970617757331474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-5423814746102228602?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/5423814746102228602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=5423814746102228602' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/5423814746102228602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/5423814746102228602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2009/10/hatched.html' title='Hatched'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/Sts7sshR8BI/AAAAAAAAAzU/UC1KiyTnnSY/s72-c/DSC00971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-8787105631109465698</id><published>2009-10-13T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T01:10:12.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other'/><title type='text'>Jobs That I've Taken</title><content type='html'>People would sometimes ask me if I have taken any part time jobs before. Indeed I have. I've tried several jobs since I seem to be having problem with staying put with one job. Hopefully I won't add to the list below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Waitress cum Cashier at Marrybrown - First job which has the lowest salary. I only earned around RM100 for that sole month I worked there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Clerk for Purchaser Dept. in V.S. Company - An extremely complicated environment which is hard to endure. Maybe it's because V.S. is a big company. Salary is reasonable though. It was also the only time I O.T. until 12a.m. with my CS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sales assistant at E-Books (IOI Mall) - Holiday work with my Huey. Seems like nobody wanted to be a cashier there so I was always asked to do the job. Can be daunting when there are too many customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Teacher cum Receptionist at Alpha Tuition Centre - I applied for the tuition teacher post but since they did not have a receptionist, I would always have to do the work of a receptionist. Usually in the day time, there was only me at the centre so if any parents came, I would have to think of a way to split myself in order to meet the parents as well as ensuring the students are well-behaved in the class. Worked full time for one month before I changed to part time so I don't have to become a receptionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Indoor Sales Assistant at Verbena Pattisierie - It should be the strictest pattisierie you could imagine. This also means working at Verbena is super duper exhausting. 1st rule: Do not stop working even for a second. They emphasize on anything that can make a pattisier the best shop you could find in the town. Quality work, hygiene, outlook, taste, details, speed and so on. Inspection, observation, tests, examination and scrutinisation occured everyday to check on the efficiency of the workers and the quality of the products. And because of this, a newly employed girl who worked for Baker's Cottage before worked at Verbena for hardly half a day before quitting the job. Imagine that. lol! But no matter how many nightmares Verbena has given me, I have to admit that due to their efficient and quality work, the product is nonethelss, of the best quality. That is, I assume, also the reason to the visitation of so many customers as well as the ever-fast-selling products pehnomenon. Clean, fresh and tasty pastries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Sales Assistant at Earthsound Car Accesories - Not my choice of job I would say. I have never been an expert in anything to do with cars. But since it's my cousin's shop and they urgently need helpers, I have no choice but help out. Anyway, I only worked for around 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Sales Assistant cum Cashier at Glamous Boutique - Never been good in fashion either. Also my cousins' shop so I just went there to help out. The most relaxing job I've ever done. When they are no customers, we can sit at the sofa and watch TV. In the afternoon, we can have tea breaks. Hungry? Just have some biscuits and a cup of tea/coffee provided. Chatting with XY most of the time. Quite enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Student Assistant in UTAR - Boring work. Filing work most of the time. It can be quite enjoyable if the filing system in UTAR is more systematic. Ju and I had a hard time looking for files which could not be found at all. But still, happy to be able to work with Ju. Partner in academic, partner at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all. Maybe I left out a job or two. I wouldn't know. So far, that's all I can think of now. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-8787105631109465698?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/8787105631109465698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=8787105631109465698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/8787105631109465698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/8787105631109465698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2009/10/people-would-sometimes-ask-me-if-i-have.html' title='Jobs That I&apos;ve Taken'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-7702838566637892395</id><published>2009-10-01T23:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T01:09:58.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other'/><title type='text'>Birdie, oh, Birdie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every day when I look out from my room, what do I see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SsTLMM5rw-I/AAAAAAAAAyU/OjYlpO3kJ6s/s1600-h/DSC00954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SsTLMM5rw-I/AAAAAAAAAyU/OjYlpO3kJ6s/s400/DSC00954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387654464723993570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep! A bird. It's seems quite comfortable nesting so near my room. Even when Mummy and I got so close to the bird, it just won't budge. It would move it's head and stare at us as if daring us to go near the nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nest is built on ... clothes hangers. =.='''&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Mummy didn't use those hangers anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SsTLNxGONpI/AAAAAAAAAy0/yh_vc6J1K0M/s1600-h/DSC00958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SsTLNxGONpI/AAAAAAAAAy0/yh_vc6J1K0M/s400/DSC00958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387654491620128402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: At first, the bird wants to build its nest on the little basket where we keep our clothes peg. I have no choice but to take the basket in. Who knows... this bird decided to build its nest on the clothes hanger instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : 'Coz your basket is a ready-made nest ma... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: The bird has even laid an egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Surprise and excited* Really??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: Yup! Go and take a look. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SsTLMyh2EHI/AAAAAAAAAyk/z4ilqJK7eZY/s1600-h/DSC00956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SsTLMyh2EHI/AAAAAAAAAyk/z4ilqJK7eZY/s400/DSC00956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387654474824552562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Close shot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SsTLMUPSUWI/AAAAAAAAAyc/CNUZ8q6FAsg/s1600-h/DSC00955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SsTLMUPSUWI/AAAAAAAAAyc/CNUZ8q6FAsg/s400/DSC00955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387654466693648738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After a few days....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From one egg to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt; eggs now! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SsTLesZRFEI/AAAAAAAAAzE/TilZ-qzRp-I/s1600-h/DSC00959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SsTLesZRFEI/AAAAAAAAAzE/TilZ-qzRp-I/s400/DSC00959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387654782415606850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/3832300658886680250-7702838566637892395?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/7702838566637892395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=7702838566637892395' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/7702838566637892395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/7702838566637892395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2009/10/birdie-oh-birdie.html' title='Birdie, oh, Birdie!'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SsTLMM5rw-I/AAAAAAAAAyU/OjYlpO3kJ6s/s72-c/DSC00954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-4919048910560810772</id><published>2009-07-06T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:55:19.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>哭</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SlH-E0ADJDI/AAAAAAAAAxw/KYu5iNOqNBw/s1600-h/tears_by_thairia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SlH-E0ADJDI/AAAAAAAAAxw/KYu5iNOqNBw/s400/tears_by_thairia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355340790552011826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;歌名:哭&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作曲:陳慶祥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;填詞:陳慶祥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;以前我看到朋友哭 我很羨慕&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;可是我怎麼逗我自己　怎麼弄我自己&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的眼淚都流不出&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;總覺得能夠哭的朋友　&lt;br /&gt;都很幸福&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;能夠把滿腔的無耐　&lt;br /&gt;滿腔的痛苦&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;讓淚水帶走&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;最苦是淚水在哽在心頭　流不出&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就像要愛卻不懂得怎麼去愛&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自己哭過後才明白&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;流過淚的眼睛　&lt;br /&gt;將生命看得更清楚&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;只有真正懂得付出的人&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;才懂得何為哭　為何哭&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;再堅強的心偶爾也會脆弱&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心會痛　心也會感動&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只有曾經真心付出的人&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;才懂得何為哭　為何哭&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;淚水要記得為真心保留&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;眼淚別白白的流&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's quite an old song but an extremely nice one. Composed by a Malaysian singer, this song talks about the philosophy of crying. There are always time when we cry but how much do we know about crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do we cry? What is the meaning of crying? Why do we cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answers to these questions are beautifully composed into this song. A song that touches the hearts of many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-4919048910560810772?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/4919048910560810772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=4919048910560810772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/4919048910560810772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/4919048910560810772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='哭'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SlH-E0ADJDI/AAAAAAAAAxw/KYu5iNOqNBw/s72-c/tears_by_thairia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-4687866499555944854</id><published>2009-07-03T04:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T04:33:18.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other'/><title type='text'>Sleepless Night</title><content type='html'>It's 4.30am and I can't sleep. Don't ask me why. I don't want to talk nor think about it anymore. Have to meet my group members in a few hours time. I wonder if I can concentrate in the group discussion later. No matter what, I know I have to. I'll try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-4687866499555944854?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/4687866499555944854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=4687866499555944854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/4687866499555944854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/4687866499555944854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleepless-night.html' title='Sleepless Night'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-7301051331114602976</id><published>2009-07-02T16:10:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T19:53:19.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>House Break-in</title><content type='html'>"JY, can you faster come back? Our house has been broken into," LJ cried over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? Someone broke into our house?" I half shouted in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya...Come back quick!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel my whole body weakened. My first thought was my laptop and cash including the rental for the month. All gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to calm myself down and think of what I should do. My whole body's still trembling slightly. I called LJ and asked her to not touch anything in the house. She obeyed and told me my room was safe but SW and her room was burglared. A wave of relief swept over me although the shock I had was still in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irene was probably worried too. She offered to accompany me back. I just nodded and made a call to SW. She said she'll come back immediately too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the bus came to a stop and I half ran to my house. The first sight I saw was LJ's coursemates gathered at the porch with LJ crying. I've never seen her cry like that before. She's always the calm one. I gave her a pat and went into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shaft of light fell on the floor of the living room. I looked up and saw a hole in the roof where the burglars probably came in. Under the hole was a ladder which was supposed to be in the kitchen. The whole place were a mess. The drawers opened. Books, stationary, clothes, papers, pieces of the abestoes ceiling and basically everything were scattered all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SkyOOvXJ-MI/AAAAAAAAAwY/fhO2LlDyrCw/s1600-h/house+break-in+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SkyOOvXJ-MI/AAAAAAAAAwY/fhO2LlDyrCw/s400/house+break-in+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353810440919578818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hole in the roof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SkyOPNFHwPI/AAAAAAAAAwg/OYGn2EZFD8Y/s1600-h/house+break-in+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SkyOPNFHwPI/AAAAAAAAAwg/OYGn2EZFD8Y/s400/house+break-in+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353810448896999666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladder under the hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I went to the back. The back door was opened. SW, LJ&amp;amp;BP's rooms were none tidier than the living room. The small opening in the ceiling of LJ&amp;amp;BP's room was open too. It's weird. The burglars probably escaped through the back door but where did they come in? The hole in the living room or the opening in LJ&amp;amp;BP's room? Why make the huge hole in the living room if they can just enter through the opening in LJ&amp;amp;BP's room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SkyQZPJq2AI/AAAAAAAAAxY/4MuCLJsPb74/s1600-h/house+break-in+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SkyQZPJq2AI/AAAAAAAAAxY/4MuCLJsPb74/s400/house+break-in+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353812820274894850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening in LJ&amp;amp;BP's room opened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SkyPyOC6G9I/AAAAAAAAAw4/SYc7C3TNQsg/s1600-h/DSC00273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SkyPyOC6G9I/AAAAAAAAAw4/SYc7C3TNQsg/s400/DSC00273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353812149963201490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SW's room ransacked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SkyPyia5xxI/AAAAAAAAAxA/x7ozStsKOEE/s1600-h/DSC00274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SkyPyia5xxI/AAAAAAAAAxA/x7ozStsKOEE/s400/DSC00274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353812155432552210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawers searched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;By the time I realise I was back in the living room, WK and SW had returned. The police had also come and were standing in the living room, looking at the damage caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SW ran to her room. I could hear her cries of "Gone! Everything's gone!" from the porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police asked us to checked what has been stolen so we went back into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hammer, a few screws and a screwdriver were on the floor outside my room. I looked at the door of my room. The padlock was still attached to the hasp but the side of the hasp which was fastened to the door frame had been pulled out. Weirder still, the whole door handle had been yanked out too. I figured out the key hole and inserted the key. The key turned halfway and was stuck. I couldn't turn the key at all. The door can't be opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SkyOOZYlOpI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/sq6anV-2qMU/s1600-h/house+break-in+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SkyOOZYlOpI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/sq6anV-2qMU/s400/house+break-in+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353810435019979410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the floor outside my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SkyPy13BvfI/AAAAAAAAAxI/lTb0QXroqRY/s1600-h/DSC00265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SkyPy13BvfI/AAAAAAAAAxI/lTb0QXroqRY/s400/DSC00265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353812160650788338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken hasp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SkyPzMvBqmI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/ivd7x8h8AIo/s1600-h/DSC00267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SkyPzMvBqmI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/ivd7x8h8AIo/s400/DSC00267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353812166791244386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Door handle gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seeing that the door can't be opened, one of the police kicked it open. WK, SK and me rushed into the room to check our things. Nothing out of place. Thanks God!! To think my things were just a kick away from being stolen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came out of the room and began taking a few pictures of the mess. SK followed suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the police are going to check for fingerprints but I'm wrong. They didn't. They just left after taking a few looks at the damage. I did not even realise they were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the main door, I could see LJ and BP sitting in the living room, devastated. SW was standing at the door of her room, weeping. Irene suggested we list down all the things that has been stolen so I gave them a piece of paper to write down the list. Then most of us headed towards the section 17 police station to report the burglary except WK and SK who offered to wait for the house owner at home with some of their coursemates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the police station, I called my next door neighbour to ask if she heard or saw anyone suspicious that afternoon. She replied no but added that there was sound of people knocking at the door coming from my house. (Later on, the other next door neighbour told me the same thing- He heard a door knocking sound. Probably the sound when the burglars tried to open my room.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police keyed in a few details and asked us to report again at the Mutiara Damansara Police Station. LJ told me both of the Psychology students who transported us to the police station has already helped a lot and she can't ask more from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Mich but she said she was not in PJ. So I have no choice but to call either Suesin or KJ. I manage to get to Suesin and he said he can drive us there. But halfway there, BP, who was with her friend on a motorbike, told us there was a traffic jam. Eventually, we had to leave the job to BP while the rest of us returned to the damaged house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house owner had arrived with his grandson by now. WK told me she had asked uncle to fix the roof and door as had been requested by me. But she dare not ask uncle to strenghten the security of the house. Sonething under my expectation. In the end, I still have to do this kind of job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked uncle on this request. BP also asked later on and he agreed. (although I'm not sure if he will keep his promise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contractor soon came to fix the roof. We watched him demolished the damage piece of ceiling and replaced it with a new one. The sky outside was turning dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us had no mood to eat so I share a packet of rice with WK while Boey, our former housemate took the sobbing LJ out. SW left the house to stay with her friends for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that night, only WK, SK and me stayed at home. LJ and BP went to stay overnight at Boey's house under our suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for the police to come for another inspection but they were really late. We waited and waited, wishing to take a bath but we could not. We need to clean up the place first and there's no chance we could do that before the police comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours of waiting, the police finally came at around 11.20pm. I was expecting an investigation to look for fingerprints but my, I was wrong! They just asked a few questions, took a few pictures and left. It did not even take them 5 minutes! All the wait for the few pictures. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse still, they mentioned about fingerprints but still, they picked up the hammer on the floor with bare hands. Imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we told them the hammer was from the other room, they put the hammer back to the floor and left with only a screwdriver which, again, they hold with bare hands. Sigh...I wonder if the screwdriver will be of any use now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the police left, WK and SK were too tired to clean the place so they took a bath and slept. I was not satisfied. I looked at the floor which was too dirty to be stepped on with bare feet and the mess all over the place. Although tired after all the calls and trips of the day, I was determined to clean up at least the tables and chairs. And I did. I left most of the cleaning for the next day though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!! Tiring. Imagine having to clean up a place which has been turned upside down. The entire place was dirtier after the roof was fixed. Most of our things were still scattered on the floor and pieces of the demolished ceiling as well as dust covered the whole place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of our stuff turned up at unimaginable places. LJ and BP's clothes turned up on the dining room floor. Our MP4s which were originally in our desk drawers and were found on the living room table along with my housemates' scissors which were broken. SW's shirt ended up at the back door. BP's ATM card and driving license which she thought were stolen were found on her desk, covered by all sorts of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SkyOPT9x7EI/AAAAAAAAAwo/rVG3pjhM0t8/s1600-h/house+break-in+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SkyOPT9x7EI/AAAAAAAAAwo/rVG3pjhM0t8/s400/house+break-in+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353810450745257026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LJ and BP's clothes on the dining room floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SkyYvjd9tkI/AAAAAAAAAxg/MNFNakFayMU/s1600-h/house+break-in+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SkyYvjd9tkI/AAAAAAAAAxg/MNFNakFayMU/s400/house+break-in+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353821999778870850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SW's shirt on the ground at the back door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SkyOPlTQHuI/AAAAAAAAAww/W8P2UTFwc7U/s1600-h/DSC00681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SkyOPlTQHuI/AAAAAAAAAww/W8P2UTFwc7U/s400/DSC00681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353810455398719202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BP's box of accesories filled with dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I quickly cleaned up the place, hoping by the time LJ and SW returned, the house would be in a better state. I couldn't clean SW's room as it has been locked after she left home so I tidied up the rest of the house with WK and SK's help. Living room, LJ&amp;amp;BP's room, kitchen and dining room. It was certainly not easy but that is all I can do for them. I don't know how I can comfort them. I'm not in the position to do so because I'm the lucky one whose things were not stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope they'll feel better soon. There are more things I have to do. Have the door of my room fixed, remind uncle to do something for our security and further plans for everyone's security (including discussions of whether to change all the locks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...Need a break now. My bones are going to shatter after all those cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thanks to those who have helped!! We really appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-7301051331114602976?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/7301051331114602976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=7301051331114602976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/7301051331114602976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/7301051331114602976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2009/07/house-break-in.html' title='House Break-in'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SkyOOvXJ-MI/AAAAAAAAAwY/fhO2LlDyrCw/s72-c/house+break-in+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-3251873745435069404</id><published>2009-06-25T17:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:43:31.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>A Time to Grow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SkNCmbpxLrI/AAAAAAAAAwI/TkvSJaQMiTk/s1600-h/As_Time_Goes_By_by_Sevesys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SkNCmbpxLrI/AAAAAAAAAwI/TkvSJaQMiTk/s400/As_Time_Goes_By_by_Sevesys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351194010271690418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A time to grow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A world of stories fill your voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Passing by before your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;No choice to grow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;just live or die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Looking back on the memoirs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;seeing all the dreams we stepped on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;A poem full of happy rymes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;a diary beholds upsetting times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Content or not,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;to stand or fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;growing up happens to all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Passing by before your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;No choice to grow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;just live or die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Poem by: Sandy Truong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Source: http://help.com/post/80534-a-time-to-grow-a-poem-by-sandy-tru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-3251873745435069404?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/3251873745435069404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=3251873745435069404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/3251873745435069404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/3251873745435069404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-to-grow.html' title='A Time to Grow'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SkNCmbpxLrI/AAAAAAAAAwI/TkvSJaQMiTk/s72-c/As_Time_Goes_By_by_Sevesys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-5813817404928437081</id><published>2009-06-22T21:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:23:24.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other'/><title type='text'>Did You Know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/Sj-egRvye9I/AAAAAAAAAvI/Sj41Cwst8ts/s1600-h/DSC00263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/Sj-egRvye9I/AAAAAAAAAvI/Sj41Cwst8ts/s400/DSC00263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350169159696284626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother showed me a gift he received from NUS (National University of Singapore). It's a planner book created by the Dentistry students over in the NUS. The book looks quite cool and inside the book, there are 2 pages of interesting facts. How many of the following do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The person who invented the electric chair was a dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/Sj-egpoYXiI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/ZrEQUH9BQjE/s1600-h/electric_chair.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 332px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/Sj-egpoYXiI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/ZrEQUH9BQjE/s400/electric_chair.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350169166107663906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3. Humans are the only primates that don't have pigment in the palms of their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Each king in a deck of playing cards represents a great king from history.&lt;br /&gt;Spades- King David&lt;br /&gt;Clubs- Alexander the Great&lt;br /&gt;Hearts- Charlemagne&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds- Julius Caesar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/Sj-fIjsn5DI/AAAAAAAAAvw/XSvwVMz9xdE/s1600-h/Poker_FourKings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/Sj-fIjsn5DI/AAAAAAAAAvw/XSvwVMz9xdE/s400/Poker_FourKings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350169851709613106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;5. Only one person in two billion will live to be 116 or older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you put a raisin in a glass of champagne, it will keep floating to the top and sinking to the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/Sj-efkaw8DI/AAAAAAAAAu4/kCrOBbPJU5g/s1600-h/dancing-raisins-5-3-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 470px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/Sj-efkaw8DI/AAAAAAAAAu4/kCrOBbPJU5g/s400/dancing-raisins-5-3-09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350169147528507442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;7.  The fingerprints of koala bears are virtually indistinguishable from those of humans, so much so that they could be confused at a crime scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/Sj-fH1gMUUI/AAAAAAAAAvg/I8pRUtkcrnY/s1600-h/fingerprints.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/Sj-fH1gMUUI/AAAAAAAAAvg/I8pRUtkcrnY/s400/fingerprints.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350169839309443394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;8. Donkeys kill more people annually than plane crashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/Sj-ef-oZyEI/AAAAAAAAAvA/cyHOh5TP6MI/s1600-h/donkey+cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/Sj-ef-oZyEI/AAAAAAAAAvA/cyHOh5TP6MI/s400/donkey+cartoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350169154565032002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;9. You burn more calories sleeping than you do watching television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;12. The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/Sj-fIXEL_-I/AAAAAAAAAvo/HhR-WewDbKQ/s1600-h/ist2_5641636-strong-heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/Sj-fIXEL_-I/AAAAAAAAAvo/HhR-WewDbKQ/s400/ist2_5641636-strong-heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350169848318787554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Right-handed people live. on average, nine years longer than left-handed people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Wearing headphones for just an hour will increase the bacteria in your ear by 700 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Like fingerprints, everyone's tongue print is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/Sj-hEkMnp8I/AAAAAAAAAwA/m22b7GrKIHM/s1600-h/bang+head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/Sj-hEkMnp8I/AAAAAAAAAwA/m22b7GrKIHM/s400/bang+head.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350171982147594178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;17. Apples, not caffeine, are more efficient at waking you up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/Sj-fI9-jfhI/AAAAAAAAAv4/jcOWDrW08oI/s1600-h/0025-0803-0817-2658_clip_art_graphic_of_a_red_apple_cartoon_character_speed_walking_or_jogging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/Sj-fI9-jfhI/AAAAAAAAAv4/jcOWDrW08oI/s400/0025-0803-0817-2658_clip_art_graphic_of_a_red_apple_cartoon_character_speed_walking_or_jogging.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350169858764144146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-5813817404928437081?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/5813817404928437081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=5813817404928437081' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/5813817404928437081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/5813817404928437081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2009/06/did-you-know.html' title='Did You Know?'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/Sj-egRvye9I/AAAAAAAAAvI/Sj41Cwst8ts/s72-c/DSC00263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-4899418727519284849</id><published>2009-06-09T01:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:13:08.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other'/><title type='text'>Dull posts...</title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to write for so long. I would like to write a new post with all those pictures I have taken these days attached to it. But I can't find the cable that connects my mobile phone to my laptop. Where have I put it? I really have no idea. Without it, I can't transfer my pictures to my laptop. And without the pictures, my posts will be dull. Cable, oh cable! Return to me, please!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-4899418727519284849?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/4899418727519284849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=4899418727519284849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/4899418727519284849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/4899418727519284849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2009/06/dull-posts.html' title='Dull posts...'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-6155461516647990812</id><published>2009-05-21T18:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:17:45.788+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Stop Telling Me You're Not Free</title><content type='html'>His favourite quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 我很忙啊！不要吵我！(I'm very busy! Please do not disturb me!)&lt;br /&gt;2. 你以为我很得空啊？(You think I'm very free?)&lt;br /&gt;3. 不要来烦我。。。(Do not disturb me!)&lt;br /&gt;4. 我很忙。我有很多东西要做。(I'm very busy. I have a lot of work to do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I asked him why does he always use these quotes, he still replied me with the above utterances...How am I supposed to communicate with you if you keep telling me these things? Sigh... incurable...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-6155461516647990812?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/6155461516647990812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=6155461516647990812' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/6155461516647990812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/6155461516647990812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2009/05/stop-telling-me-youre-not-free.html' title='Stop Telling Me You&apos;re Not Free'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-2729330287814622968</id><published>2009-05-14T14:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:58:40.181+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>别乱认妈</title><content type='html'>Last week. My mum's phone rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum : 喂? (Hello)&lt;br /&gt;Caller: 妈！！ 救我！！救我！！ (Mum! Help me!! Help me!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum smelled something fishy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum : 你是谁？(Who are you?)&lt;br /&gt;Caller: 我是你儿子啊！妈！快救我！(I'm your son! Mum! Help me quick!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that the caller refused to tell my mum his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum : 你从哪里打来的？(Where did you call from?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the caller refused to answer my mum's question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller: 妈！快来救我！！我是你儿子啊！难道你要见死不救？(Mum! Come and save me! ! I'm your son! Do you wish to leave your son and see him die?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum hang up the phone and dialed my brother's handphone. He answered my mum's call with a groggy "hello". As expected, it's just a fraud or a hoax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-2729330287814622968?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/2729330287814622968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=2729330287814622968' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/2729330287814622968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/2729330287814622968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='别乱认妈'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-6709903436191288140</id><published>2009-05-10T23:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:37:48.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other'/><title type='text'>A Day Easy to Remember</title><content type='html'>This Singapore celebrity couple is getting married. When? Tomorrow! What a great day to get married! On my birthday? So easy for me to remember! lol!! Some of you might recognise them... The guy is from Malaysian anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SgbyqTTDgtI/AAAAAAAAAuY/cRqcipzDZbc/s1600-h/michelle+chia+and+shaun+chen%27s+wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SgbyqTTDgtI/AAAAAAAAAuY/cRqcipzDZbc/s400/michelle+chia+and+shaun+chen%27s+wedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334217617215554258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SgbyqlxtCOI/AAAAAAAAAug/a6dMf13sWDI/s1600-h/michelle+chia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SgbyqlxtCOI/AAAAAAAAAug/a6dMf13sWDI/s400/michelle+chia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334217622175942882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And how about the couple below?? Both are Singapore artists too and I bet most of you recognise them! Fann Wong and Christopher Lee! Similar to Shaun, Christopher is also from Malaysia. And Christopher and Fann will be registering their marriage on the 16th of May- It's Hsuen Huey's birthday!! Easy to remember too! Hehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/Sgbyq-m0-ZI/AAAAAAAAAuo/kuS1JP4pkYY/s1600-h/christopher-lee-fann-wong-to-register-marriage-on-16-may.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/Sgbyq-m0-ZI/AAAAAAAAAuo/kuS1JP4pkYY/s400/christopher-lee-fann-wong-to-register-marriage-on-16-may.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334217628841212306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The good thing about their wedding is...I have something to watch on TV! Tomorrow Shaun &amp;amp; Michelle's wedding will be live on TV. So at least there's another programme for me to watch to kill time! hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3832300658886680250-6709903436191288140?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/6709903436191288140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=6709903436191288140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/6709903436191288140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/6709903436191288140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-singapore-celebrity-couple-is.html' title='A Day Easy to Remember'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SgbyqTTDgtI/AAAAAAAAAuY/cRqcipzDZbc/s72-c/michelle+chia+and+shaun+chen%27s+wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-1579218063191517715</id><published>2009-05-08T01:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T20:42:22.291+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Skating, Sick and Smile...</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I produce any new posts. This blog is going to become an "abandoned house" if not because of some cheeky monkeys that is chattering here to make it more lively. Thank you all anyway. And do pardon me for this long absence. It's not that there's nothing to write. On the contrary, there are so many ideas for my blog I think I'll just summarise some and omit the rest.&lt;br /&gt;Where shall I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I have to thank the "ice-skating group" for the wonderful trip. This is my first time stepping on a huge slab of ice. I can't describe how unbalance I was on that piece of ice. My knees were wobbling. And of course, as expected, I fell. But hey! Even falling can be fun! hahaha! Ask Irene and Su Teng. They'll tell you the same too.... Although I would prefer to fall in a better looking pose as that of Teng Teng. lol! Anyway, if you ask me, you don't learn anything if you never fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our dinner at Delifrance. Eating, chatting and playing with the food. Of course nothing short of a few pictures taken there. The staff there doesn't seem to be very good in photography so we had to think of our own means to take group photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, Teng Teng, Irene and the rest came up with the idea of having second round shortly after our dinner. And yeah!! We went SS2 to have our supper!! I didn't eat though... just ordered a hot drink to suppress my poor runny nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there goes the last day of exam. I reached home at around midnight. Took a bath....the result is... I was down with fever, flu and cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Suffered from a feverish night. My body was still weak. But I have no choice but to wake up early to meet my supervisor. I did not feel any better even after having lunch with Irene. When I reached S17, I knew I have to postpone the trip back to hometown.  I can't even walk properly.&lt;br /&gt;And so I slept and slept and slept. I believe I have just set a new record. Never in my life have I slept so much. I slept at 12.30pm, woke up at 2pm, slept again at 4pm, woke up at 5pm, slept again at 6....and it goes on until almost midnight. Obviously, the time when I was asleep is longer than the time when I was awake. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;6 May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt much much better! The fever's gone!! Almost all of my energy's back! Woohoo! Since I felt much better, I thought of doing what I had planned to do some time ago- clean my room and the house. I did not manage to clean the whole house...but at least I cleaned my room, the living room, the wash basin and the porch. No worries. I'll continue with the cleaning when I'm back to PJ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I can go back!! Yoohoo!! Had an early lunch with Boon Pei in PA before setting off to puduraya. I managed to catch a 2.30pm bus to JB. There was a few foreigners in the bus- White man, Black man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after I collapsed on the seat of the travel bus, sweating all over, in came an old Indian man who sat not far from me. He tried to adjust his seat but failed. So I pointed to the level at the side of the seat and mouthed "Tarik". He smiled and pulled the level beside his seat. Seeing that his seat still would not recline, I bent over and helped him pull the seat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man turned over, smiled and pointed to the leg rest and asked "This one?" I know there should be another level under the leg rest but I could not see any. So the old man called one of the puduraya staff who happened to board the bus. The guy just threw him a "rosak". The Indian old man did not seem to understand so he asked again. This time, the staff was annoyed. He yelled at the old man, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rosak! R-O-S-A-K! Rosak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man managed to pull the leg rest halfway up but feeling annoyed, gave up and changed to sit behind the tall white guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, a Black guy boarded the bus and happened to sit at that exact particular seat. This guy, however, does not like to have the leg rest up. He tried to push the halfway-up leg rest back into its original position but failed. And he so happened to have asked the same rude staff about how to push the leg rest back. He was given the same attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rosak!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" the staff yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling annoyed like the Indian old man, this Black guy too, changed seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... What a shame...Is this Malaysians' attitude? How embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At somewhere near Tangkak,  the bus finally stopped for a while. Many people went down to stretch their legs. As usual, I did not. I just listen to the music I saved in my handphone while watching another bus pulling into the car park beside our bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, one by one the passengers return to the bus. I looked up and happened to meet the eyes of the extremely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TALL&lt;/span&gt; white guy. Yeah... Even when he's sitting I can see that he's tall. He smiled so I smiled back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after that, the driver boarded the bus and asked a few passengers whether they are going Singapore. Most of them that were asked are those foreigners. They nodded and was told to change to the bus next to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indian old man, nervously stood up and muttered something to the driver but he was ignored. Poor man... Panicked, the old man picked up his luggage as if he wanted to follow. Realising no one answering the old man's question, the Tall White Guy turned to the old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The Tall Guy&lt;/span&gt;: Singapore? (He used the simplest question he could think of so that the old man can understand him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;The Old Man&lt;/span&gt;: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The Tall Guy&lt;/span&gt;: Next bus. (I can't remember the exact words but I think this is what he said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bless&lt;/span&gt; the guy for being so nice to the old man! So they all moved over to the next bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting, I looked out of the window and I was surprised to see that the tall guy happened to sit at the same row as me in the bus next to us. He looked up, saw me and his whole face brightened up. He broke into a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; smile and gave me a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;VIGOROUS&lt;/span&gt; wave. Although I could not hear anything, I can see  him mouthing "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;HI!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a friendly gesture I couldn't help but returned a big smile. Seriously, part of me wanted to laugh.  I've never seen anyone giving a stranger such a vigorous wave and such a friendly smile as if we know each other. But in fact, we've never spoken to each other...Not even a WORD!LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the bus pull out from the parking lot, I turned to look out. Again, his face broke into the same &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG SMILE&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;WAVED&lt;/span&gt; me goodbye. I waved and smiled back in return. The Indian girl sitting behind me must be thinking we know each other. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I could forget that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;HUGE SMILE&lt;/span&gt; and that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;VIGOROUS WAVE&lt;/span&gt; for some time. What a friendly man! He had certainly brought a smile to my face. If only the puduraya staff and the bus driver would be friendlier like him! If I were to compare the different people I met on the bus today, I would have been very ashamed of my fellow Malaysians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the tall guy- Bravo for being so friendly and nice to those surrounding you. I'm not sure where are you from but no matter which country you are from, they should be very proud to have you as their citizen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Malaysians-I hope there'll be improvement from local people.  Malaysia boleh! So I know Malaysians can do it! I hope there will be no more rudeness the next time I boarded the bus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-1579218063191517715?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/1579218063191517715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=1579218063191517715' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/1579218063191517715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/1579218063191517715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2009/05/skating-sick-and-friendliness.html' title='Skating, Sick and Smile...'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-427637324980412517</id><published>2009-04-09T01:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T02:55:19.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Self- Praise 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Situation 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C    : BP, I tell you something. Chinese class Lecturer Z hor, said my oral [presentation]&lt;br /&gt;BP : [Don't tell me. I already know (what you want to say).]&lt;br /&gt;C    : No la...You don't know de... [He said...]&lt;br /&gt;BP  : [I know].&lt;br /&gt;C    :*continues without stopping* he said my oral presentation is very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zhun&lt;/span&gt;(accurate).&lt;br /&gt;BP : =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author's note: BP has already made it clear she doesn't want to hear it. Why do you still want to force her to hear you self- praising yourself??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Situation 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WK: How's your Chinese presentation?&lt;br /&gt;C    : (straight away answered) He said my Chinese very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chun&lt;/span&gt;. *she meant to say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zhun &lt;/span&gt;accurate*&lt;br /&gt;  Of course la...&lt;br /&gt;  *WK and I were like =.=''' as she continued*&lt;br /&gt;  My Chinese very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;WK: It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zhun &lt;/span&gt;not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;C    : (laughed sheepishly) No la... I'm using dialect ma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author's note: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chun&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zhun &lt;/span&gt;has different meaning. If you mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chun&lt;/span&gt; then it doesn't connect with what you said at all. So I assume you mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zhun&lt;/span&gt;. Sigh...If you can't even pronounce &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zhun&lt;/span&gt; properly, how can you still say that your pronunciation is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zhun&lt;/span&gt; (accurate)??? wakarimasen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Situation 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Context: After teased her about getting a guy for her.&lt;br /&gt;BP: What time is your class tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;C  : Huh?&lt;br /&gt;BP: *repeats* What time is your class tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;C  : You know what? Just now a guy called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BP's note: I know u want to say you got 'market' la... no need to show off. Come to think of it, you're just thinking too much. Receiving a call from a guy is actually nothing. Why do you have to mention it at all? Probably this is the only guy whoever called you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Situation 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Context: C called BP...for fun...as usual... *this irritates BP a lot* Shown below is only part of their conversation.&lt;br /&gt;C    : You didn't pull out the plugs right? I pulled it off before I left just now because got  lightning.&lt;br /&gt;BP : Oh is it? Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;*BP hang up the phone*&lt;br /&gt;Me: What did she say?&lt;br /&gt;BP : Bla bla bla....she said she pulled out the plugs.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?!! I'M the one pulling out the plugs, not her! OMG! She can even show off things she has not done!! =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Her criteria for her future spouse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 176cm and above&lt;br /&gt;- cannot be fat, not too thin either&lt;br /&gt;- someone like Brad Pitt (must be handsome la...)&lt;br /&gt;- fair&lt;br /&gt;- no body hair&lt;br /&gt;- High qualification (Phd. level)&lt;br /&gt;- knows how to play piano&lt;br /&gt;- knows how to draw&lt;br /&gt;- loves cars and watches&lt;br /&gt;- health- conscious (must eat organic food everyday)&lt;br /&gt;- cannot wear shorts&lt;br /&gt;(The list goes on...It's too long. I can remember only these)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author's note: If I can find any guys who are perfect, I would want to keep it for myself la... When will it be your turn. WK has already hinted by telling you if you have such a high expectation on people, they will also have high expectations on you (meaning how can you have such a high expectation on people when you yourself don't meet normal people's expectation?).&lt;br /&gt;But it's such a pity you didn't get WK's meaning. It seems that you really think too highly of yourself. Actually from what I've seen, it's not that you really have those quality. You are just exaggerating whatever little quality you have and then look down on others. Sometimes, I really can't stand to hear you criticise people when you yourself are no better. =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Situation 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Context: We teased her a lot about looking for a guy for her.&lt;br /&gt;C  : BP, what you all said is true or not?&lt;br /&gt;BP: What?&lt;br /&gt;C  : There....about finding a guy for me ar..&lt;br /&gt;BP: Oh...you really want is it? Of course we're serious about it laa... *BP wanted to tease her more*&lt;br /&gt;C  : Yer...No la..you all ar...better don't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author's note: Seems like you like it very much. Don't have to deny. Otherwise you wouldn't have asked at least twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Situation 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Context: C had never cleaned her room since she moved in. It's always BP doing the work. Whenever BP asked her to clean the room, she'll give lots of excuse...usually her excuse is she's busy (I wonder how busy she can be. Busier than us, the final year students?) It's already April. So BP can't stand it anymore and decided to make her do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;C  : BP, I can't sleep la.&lt;br /&gt;BP: Don't sleep then. Get up and clean the room.&lt;br /&gt;*C stood at the door*&lt;br /&gt;C : Where is the broom?&lt;br /&gt;*BP almost felt like slapping her*&lt;br /&gt;BP: Go and find la!! You want me to bring it here to you??&lt;br /&gt;*BP helped her move some things while C swept the floor*&lt;br /&gt;*C stopped and wait for BP to move her (C's) things*&lt;br /&gt;BP: What? Move your things la... How are you going to sweep with your things there?&lt;br /&gt;C  : I see that you seem to enjoy moving the things for me so I let you move lo.&lt;br /&gt;*Again, BP felt like slapping her*&lt;br /&gt;BP : Hello Miss...It's YOUR things ler...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sweeping the floor, BP asked C to mop the floor...&lt;br /&gt;C  : How to mop? *stopped as if waiting for BP to mop the floor for her*&lt;br /&gt;BP: *geram* You take the mop, soak it into the pail of water, squeeze it dry using the cover on top of the pail la!!&lt;br /&gt;*C did as she was told but didn't squeeze the mop properly. Obviously, she doesn't know how to do it*&lt;br /&gt;BP : *Geram and =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Situation 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WK : C!! Why is that every time you come out from the toilet, there'll be one or 2 drops of water (urine) on the toilet seat?&lt;br /&gt;C    : Yameh?&lt;br /&gt;WK: Yalah!!&lt;br /&gt;C    : Huh... I didn't see also (tried to deny)&lt;br /&gt;WK: Got lo!!&lt;br /&gt;C    : Ya...ok...&lt;br /&gt;WK: And I found that my dish washing gel is almost finish lo... (Note: C has been using WK's since she moved in)&lt;br /&gt;C   : Huh? Yakah...&lt;br /&gt;WK: Yes!! This time I sponsor it. After this, you'll have to buy one and replace it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WK's note: You think I'm so good ar?? I seldom use it. You actually use it more than me. This is not to say that you use before asking. And now you expect me to buy another new one?? You go and buy and give it to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Situation 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Context: We were still teasing her.&lt;br /&gt;BP: She told me many people said she doesn't look like she belongs to that class o... *BP is trying to say that people say that because C looks older than C thought she is*&lt;br /&gt;C  : Yalor. They really say that. It's because my coursemates are all older than me....bla bla bla...because of my qualification. (she wants to say that she's young but manage to take a degree now. Something that's rare in her class. Show off.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** I think that's all for today. It's impossible to write everything down. There are just too many of them. Maybe one day I can write a book on her which will be as thick as the encyclopedia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-427637324980412517?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/427637324980412517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=427637324980412517' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/427637324980412517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/427637324980412517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2009/04/self-praise-2.html' title='Self- Praise 2'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-3604136771779206408</id><published>2009-04-07T22:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:40:33.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Scholarships Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/Sdty_aq_C6I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/5ehDOdVsmKw/s1600-h/DSC00289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/Sdty_aq_C6I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/5ehDOdVsmKw/s400/DSC00289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321973818485312418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new found hobby- Courses and Scholarships Hunt. I find it quite interesting to hunt for scholarships and look for courses (English related courses). I've been spending days looking for courses, universities as well as scholarships available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it started as a plan to look for further studies but it ended up as my new hobby. Curious how things turn up, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be an indoor hobby but today, Irene and I made it an OUTDOOR activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to register for 9 May IELTS test at the British Council today. But luck is not on us. The registration is full and unfortunately, we can't register for the 30 May test because Irene will be at the Cameron Highland by that time. So we've decided to register for the June test (but the registration is not open yet). Sigh...that means we have to come over again next month to register for IELTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving the building, we found some brochures and books regarding scholarships and universities at the council. In one of the books, it is stated that the Malaysia-France University Centre is located in Angkasa Raya, which is pretty near the British Council. This bit of news spurred us on to look for opportunities at the (MFUC).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked over to the Angkasa Raya and what we found is....well...there's not even a mere sight of the word "France" there. Nothing. The only related thing we could found is "Sweden Embassy" on the 6th floor. So we thought of trying out luck there. But it was another disappointment. The embassy was closed momentarily for lunch hours. What rotten luck we could have gotten ourselves into. =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not all. We headed back to KLCC, thinking maybe we could just grab our lunch in MC D before going back. But as we reached the place, we gave up. There are too many people. There were no available seats at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irene suggested we go to Section 14's MC D and we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before leaving KLCC, Irene (who was feeling pretty excited), decided to take some photos there. Well, that's the only part I really enjoyed during the entire trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically the trip is kind of fun (although it's a fruitless trip). Maybe we could organise a trip to the KLCC again? We are planning to organise a trip for the Malaysian Philharmonic Orchestra. Maybe not this semester. Next semester perhaps? Anyone interested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SdtxvrQewUI/AAAAAAAAAtw/PEqcGMzvBWE/s1600-h/DSC00292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SdtxvrQewUI/AAAAAAAAAtw/PEqcGMzvBWE/s400/DSC00292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321972448548012354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/Sdtxv4htngI/AAAAAAAAAt4/VlrWoEGD8zs/s1600-h/DSC00294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/Sdtxv4htngI/AAAAAAAAAt4/VlrWoEGD8zs/s400/DSC00294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321972452109950466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touching the Twin Towers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SdtxwPAFMJI/AAAAAAAAAuA/O2ru150Dn0A/s1600-h/DSC00295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SdtxwPAFMJI/AAAAAAAAAuA/O2ru150Dn0A/s400/DSC00295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321972458142904466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk..Tsk.. Giant can eat ANYTHING!!&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/3832300658886680250-3604136771779206408?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/3604136771779206408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=3604136771779206408' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/3604136771779206408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/3604136771779206408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2009/04/scholarships-hunt.html' title='Scholarships Hunt'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/Sdty_aq_C6I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/5ehDOdVsmKw/s72-c/DSC00289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-4165509632876148421</id><published>2009-03-28T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:16:28.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Off the Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/Sc4s7CrwzgI/AAAAAAAAAtg/ImhaWO0HdKo/s1600-h/off+the+lights+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/Sc4s7CrwzgI/AAAAAAAAAtg/ImhaWO0HdKo/s400/off+the+lights+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318237602815462914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission accomplished!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my roommate who is so supportive towards this idea of turning off the lights for an hour (8.30p.m.- 9.30p.m.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great experience. Hope that this one hour of darkness can make a difference. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-4165509632876148421?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/4165509632876148421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=4165509632876148421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/4165509632876148421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/4165509632876148421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2009/03/off-lights.html' title='Off the Lights'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/Sc4s7CrwzgI/AAAAAAAAAtg/ImhaWO0HdKo/s72-c/off+the+lights+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-2456290040077372209</id><published>2009-03-26T02:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T02:57:02.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other'/><title type='text'>There he is...</title><content type='html'>I'm not wrong although I've always thought I did. There &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a guy making those sounds. For weeks I've been hearing those sounds from time to time but the more I think about it, the more I'm not sure whether the sounds are made by mouse or person. That is also why I constantly tell myself it's mouse. Don't think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every time I heard the sound I still can't help but think it's not a mouse. So I actually peeped out the last time when I heard the noise. From the small opening, I thought I saw a man standing under the tree outside my house, smoking. But when Boon Pei went to close the wooden door, she said she saw no one there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it goes. Again, I thought I was just seeing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight it has been confirmed. The first moment I heard the sound, I tapped on Boon Pei's shoulder. She took off her headphone and this time she heard it too. I asked her if it's a mouse or a person because I can't tell anymore. I was surprise to see that Boon Pei actually agreed with me that it sounds more like a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She quickly sent a message to her friend, K, to come over and see if there's anyone outside our house. He did. He came on a motorbike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First round, K saw him. A guy wearing a cap standing under the tree outside my house. K dare not stop since he was alone so he rode on but the guy noticed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K made a turn and came back for a second round with a friend, P (also Boon Pei's friend) but the guy had gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where has he gone? I'm not sure. But if he can walk here for so many times, then I assume he must be living nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K and P went back but on their way, they were stopped by the police. Both K and P told them what had happened and so they returned; this time with the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, we made our second police report. They asked lots of questions, looked around the tree and the drain in front of our house, shone their torches at the empty house next door, advised us to lock all the doors and to call the police if the guy comes again, jot down the address of our house and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm sure. Sure that I didn't hear nor see wrongly. Gosh... have to be extra alert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-2456290040077372209?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/2456290040077372209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=2456290040077372209' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/2456290040077372209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/2456290040077372209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-he-is.html' title='There he is...'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-3835709786217786474</id><published>2009-03-25T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:07:22.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other'/><title type='text'>Guiness Semester Record</title><content type='html'>These are the newest record for this semester:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Most assignments in a semester. (&gt;20)&lt;br /&gt;2. Skip  classes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleep deprivation. (now sleep at later than 4am in the morning. The total amount of sleep in 3 days together doesn't even reach 8 hours. No wonder every afternoon I'll drop into coma)&lt;br /&gt;4. Overslept. (I must be very tired to oversleep so many times.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Spend most of my days thinking about holidays or when can I have proper sleep.&lt;br /&gt;6. Telling stories about one person. (I don't know if this is accurate. Last time it's another girl.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I miss out anything??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-3835709786217786474?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/3835709786217786474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=3835709786217786474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/3835709786217786474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/3835709786217786474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2009/03/guiness-semester-record.html' title='Guiness Semester Record'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-6297372237693528521</id><published>2009-03-17T01:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T03:03:01.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assignment'/><title type='text'>No Way!</title><content type='html'>Today's mood= low.&lt;br /&gt;Today's luck= low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate it when my luck's low although it's part and parcel of life. It totally spoils my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's bad luck report:&lt;br /&gt;1. Fell flat and hard on the tar ground.&lt;br /&gt;2. The 1st thing I saw in my mailbox is my supervisor asking to see our chapt. 2 draft by the end of this March. Worse is, I have no confidence of finishing it in time.&lt;br /&gt;3. All the work load which is getting heavier.&lt;br /&gt;4. That girl better don't scare off my brother by her weird behaviour. Another weird word regarding my family and I don't think I can really tolerate it. Better Beware.&lt;br /&gt;5. Embarrassing moment. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sorry to say that but I really hate it when people match make me to another person. I don't mind making friends but not match making PLEASE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. It's you again, girl. Please do not take people's pictures without their consent like those paparazzi and post them online. Don't make me take a picture of you cleaning the toilet and post it online. It's not like the pictures you took has any meaning at all. =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please ignore this blog. Bad mood. Just want to vent anger. That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-6297372237693528521?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/6297372237693528521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=6297372237693528521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/6297372237693528521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/6297372237693528521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-way.html' title='No Way!'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-831636358077451245</id><published>2009-03-06T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:16:38.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Self- praising</title><content type='html'>The first thing that came into my mind when Vivien presented for Language for Negotiation and Persuasion was how someone whom I know always show off to me recently. I just get to know her this semester and she has been showing off to me so many times it's really getting irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost wish she was there to listen to Vivien. Then maybe she'll know the way to show off. Not by always self-praising or half-forcing people to agree with her self compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just me. I think the others are getting annoyed too. It's not like what she said is convincing. It doesn't sound convincing to me at all. And what's the purpose of showing off what her mum has done? Not exactly her own achievements anyway. It's understandable if it's just a couple of times; to show how proud she is of her mother. But surely not that many times. And also not until she has to tell us all the trivial matters which she exaggerated to make her sound good, smart and saintly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not repeat these again:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm becoming so popular in school&lt;br /&gt;2. My Chinese writing is nice hor? (she repeated this at least twice when the listener pretend not to hear her)&lt;br /&gt;3. My mum very 'geng' one (everytime she'll give many reasons as to why)&lt;br /&gt;4. My house got many books...&lt;br /&gt;5. My lecturer said only my presentation today is university level. The others are not.&lt;br /&gt;6. My lecturer said bla bla bla (self praise) x10&lt;br /&gt;7. My facebook picture nice hor? ( I can't bear myself to agree with her so I just kept my mouth shut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never heard so many self praises in my life. Even her compliments to other people are not convincing anymore (yes, even her compliments on me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's self compliment (quite indirect this time):&lt;br /&gt;X   : Jingyi, if your lecturer suddenly ask you to write a journal on the spot, how would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (feeling suspicious) How would I feel?&lt;br /&gt;X   : (laughs) Yalor. Today my lecturer suddenly asked me if I can write a journal on the spot or not.&lt;br /&gt;( I get her idea and try to shut off my brain)&lt;br /&gt;X   : bla bla bla ... I presented almost 40 minutes. My lecturer told me "Please la, X. Make it short." (laughs to herself) Because my presentation always very long. Everyone also told me that... My report ar...my lecturer likes my report (i think that's what I heard). I checked my English, grammar and all those stuff many times. I want to make sure nothing goes wrong...bla bla bla... (goes on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I come to think of it, even if she's in our class listening to Vivien's speech, I don't think she'll realise she's self praising all this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-831636358077451245?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/831636358077451245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=831636358077451245' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/831636358077451245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/831636358077451245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2009/03/self-praising.html' title='Self- praising'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-8497043472542522554</id><published>2009-03-02T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T01:25:17.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assignment'/><title type='text'>She Replied!</title><content type='html'>I was thinking for so long who shall I interview for my feature writing assignment. I asked several people- friends, Mum, Dad, whoever you can think of but none can give me a good idea. Seriously, I was getting desperate. If I don't find a person soon, I'll be doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I ran out of idea. I can't do Dr. Carmen because too many people did a feature on her. I can't do Dr. Toshiko either because I heard Ian is going to feature her. So who should I feature?? Headache for weeks just to think of ONE person for me to feature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sarah told me she's going to feature Mr. Renu....and this memory from my subconscious mind suddenly pops out: Mr. Renu came over to chat with us before class. He said, "Do you know the latest Miss Malaysia is from UTAR? Broadcasting student if I'm not mistaken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sudden idea of featuring Miss Malaysia makes me excited. Of course I'm not sure whether she'll agree to let me interview her out of her tight schedule. I expect her to be too busy for me to interview. But all the same, I looked her up online, found her e-mail address and sent her a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She replied! Oh My God! I can't believe my eyes!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited and nervous. Hope that everything will go smoothly for me. Hmm...What questions shall I ask? I don't have much experience in interviewing people. Maybe I could do with a little help from my friends? What would you suggest? Any ideas??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-8497043472542522554?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/8497043472542522554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=8497043472542522554' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/8497043472542522554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/8497043472542522554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg-she-replied.html' title='She Replied!'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-3926782349014554195</id><published>2009-02-26T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:51:51.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><title type='text'>It's not safe anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;24 February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soaked my clothes in the afternoon but since I was so busy, I forgot to wash them until midnight. I thought of doing my laundry tomorrow but I know I won't have the time to do so because I need to reach school by 8a.m. I hang out my clothes at the porch near the door when a guy passed by my house. For a moment I was thinking "This guy is walking alone at this hour? Wouldn't it be very dangerous to do so? Section 17 is not a safe place after all". But since the street in front of my house is usually a busy street, I don't really bother. (but I'm still very aware of that guy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue to hang out my clothes but the longer I stood there, the more uncomfortable I feel. I was aware that the guy is standing at a gate 2 houses away and he had stood there for quite some time. I became suspicious. It's not making sense for a passer by to stop outside a house for so long. He was doing nothing. He just stood there. I couldn't see what is he doing due to the darkness, but from his figure I could see his hands were on his pants and he did nothing but just stood there. I have the feeling he was aware of my presence and was trying to catch my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand it anymore. I took the remaining clothes, went back into the house and locked all the doors. I don't care. I'll just hang my clothes inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I continue with my work while chatting with one of my friends in msn. I have a feeling the guy is still there but still I continue with my work. It was at this moment, I heard a sucking sound. I told myself it was probably a mouse but at the same time I was thinking, "can it really be a mouse? It's so loud an obvious and it goes on for such a long time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told my friend whom I was chatting in msn. He was worried and offered to come over to see if anyone's outside my house. As he offered to come, I could hear voices next door and miraculously, the sucking noises stopped. I think the guy heard the voices and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my friend still came over to make sure no one's outside my house. Really have to thank him. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;25 February (today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching home after dinner, I told my housemates what had happened last night. They were totally disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 8-10pm ( I can't remember the time. lol) someone was at the gate, calling to see if anyone's home. I looked outside and a man was standing there. He claimed to be my neighbour living a few blocks away. He said he came over to inform us to be careful because he noticed a guy lingering around the back street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neighbour: "The guy was looking in into either your or your neighbour's house from the back street. Then he came over to the front street and passed by your house again. I think it's quite suspicious so you all better be alert."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbour also explained that the suspect should be Malay (or maybe Indon you never know) and that he was on the watch today because one of his neighbours is abroad now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he said reminded me of last night so I told him I saw a guy stopping at the gate 2 houses away. He advised me again to be alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thanked him and told my housemates what our neighbour said. Like me, they remembered what I just told them after dinner and became quite worried. We did what we can. We locked the gate immediately and inform our next door neighbours (who are also all girls).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next door neighbours: "We are also suspecting a guy recently....(I'll cut the conversation to make it short)...We also heard the sucking sound last night too!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;s I was writing this blog, we heard the sucking noise again. Twice. This time it's not just me. Both SW and I heard it. I don't have the courage to look out so I asked BP to close the door. We bolted the door without really take a look outside to see if anyone's there. All we know is we can smell cigarette. We are scared. The image of the guy standing 2 houses away staring at me is back in my mind. I'm worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told that friend who came over last night in msn. He comes over again; this time with his friends. He said he'll patrol again at 3 or 4 a.m. I really appreciate what he has done for me. Thanks so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Enough to make me worry. I just hope nothing will ever happen to any of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, it's 3.39 a.m. now and we've just called the police station to request for more patrolling  around this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-3926782349014554195?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/3926782349014554195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=3926782349014554195' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/3926782349014554195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/3926782349014554195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-not-safe-anymore.html' title='It&apos;s not safe anymore'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-4743729810447064925</id><published>2009-02-20T22:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:03:07.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>How Do You Propose?</title><content type='html'>How do you usually confess or propose to a girl/guy? Or have you never done it before? Don't worry...here are some examples of how you can propose to your crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video 1:&lt;br /&gt;Best Actor- Sharwin&lt;br /&gt;Best Actress- Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video 2:&lt;br /&gt;Best Actor- Ian&lt;br /&gt;Best "Actress"- Sharwin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy to Vivien (Viv) for the videos. V(^_^)V   &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;erm...copyright??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Video 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bc8447162baed9fc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbc8447162baed9fc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331677229%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D7AA548CD13B213717739E7E833925F9285B04C.693285F1B93C6CB6F8D030FF6CFB1D3D5484EFF5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbc8447162baed9fc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DshGwy_bqgo4CHbFDiQrkoeS0iFw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbc8447162baed9fc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331677229%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D7AA548CD13B213717739E7E833925F9285B04C.693285F1B93C6CB6F8D030FF6CFB1D3D5484EFF5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbc8447162baed9fc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DshGwy_bqgo4CHbFDiQrkoeS0iFw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-15c8ccc256dc4bb3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D15c8ccc256dc4bb3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331677229%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DFC2B2255BFE3D7A1D7F1273C43F4DE335A2C06.7F1C7CB48967F82264CE9E9275FE1F92C5E61286%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D15c8ccc256dc4bb3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DN8XGiD-RWnBMVWLc7yYhymbPDAI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D15c8ccc256dc4bb3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331677229%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DFC2B2255BFE3D7A1D7F1273C43F4DE335A2C06.7F1C7CB48967F82264CE9E9275FE1F92C5E61286%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D15c8ccc256dc4bb3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DN8XGiD-RWnBMVWLc7yYhymbPDAI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry to tell you that you'll have to tilt your head to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimers:&lt;br /&gt;1. If you can't get your head back straight up, I won't be responsible for it.&lt;br /&gt;2. If you happen to follow the video and still fail in proposing to your crush, sorry I'll have to say it again- I won't be responsible for it.&lt;br /&gt;SO....My advice for you before you follow what they did is: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Think Twice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/3832300658886680250-4743729810447064925?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=15c8ccc256dc4bb3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bc8447162baed9fc&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/4743729810447064925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=4743729810447064925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/4743729810447064925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/4743729810447064925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-do-you-propose.html' title='How Do You Propose?'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-2955935464010436580</id><published>2009-02-12T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:04:25.025+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Santini, Jaya One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SZQ5R3MGx9I/AAAAAAAAAqA/urm2m1XqvNc/s1600-h/DSC00165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SZQ5R3MGx9I/AAAAAAAAAqA/urm2m1XqvNc/s400/DSC00165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301925640357201874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I never thought I would ever step into Santini. I'm quite surprise to find myself there. I went there with Anita, Megan, Irene and Sarah after Language for Negotiation and Persuasion.  A pity Ju was not feeling well so she didn't join us. Otherwise there'll be all 6 of us and it'll be more "complete".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, our plan to have lunch today at Santini is quite of a laugh. We wanted the lunch set which is much cheaper but the set would be over at 2.30pm sharp while our class also ended at 2.30pm. By right, it is impossible for us to make it for the lunch set...unless we fly. But we actually made it! We were the first to come out from the class, headed straight towards Jaya One and (all thanks to Irene who ran quite fast. Haha!) made it to the restaurant at 2.30pm on the dot. Irene and Megan asked whether the lunch set is available and do you believe it, the answer is yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SZQ4UncMuRI/AAAAAAAAApo/-bhWlJQa4N4/s1600-h/DSC00168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SZQ4UncMuRI/AAAAAAAAApo/-bhWlJQa4N4/s400/DSC00168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301924588157712658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SZQ5b8VhnFI/AAAAAAAAAqI/iBHKFBetPyc/s1600-h/DSC00167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SZQ5b8VhnFI/AAAAAAAAAqI/iBHKFBetPyc/s400/DSC00167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301925813537578066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch set from Monday-Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So eventually we managed to try out the lunch set at Santini. (all of us ordered Lasagna except Anita who ordered toast) This is my first time trying lasagna so I really couldn't really make any comparison. Sarah said Italiannies' lasagna is much more better. Irene  thinks that it would taste better if it's more cheesy. Personally, I like it. But as I said, I'm not in the position to comment since this is the first time I try lasagna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SZQ4VAwVLAI/AAAAAAAAAp4/3biWM7rmuEY/s1600-h/DSC00170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SZQ4VAwVLAI/AAAAAAAAAp4/3biWM7rmuEY/s400/DSC00170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301924594953038850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hmmm...I'm counting off the days to our "Steamboat Party" this Saturday. Well, if loving couples have their own activities for this year's Valentine's, why can't we? XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-2955935464010436580?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/2955935464010436580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=2955935464010436580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/2955935464010436580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/2955935464010436580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2009/02/santini-jaya-one.html' title='Santini, Jaya One'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SZQ5R3MGx9I/AAAAAAAAAqA/urm2m1XqvNc/s72-c/DSC00165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-7833701999714039778</id><published>2009-02-11T17:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:31:02.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other'/><title type='text'>Impromptu Speech and Applied Linguistics</title><content type='html'>It shouldn't turn out like this. I should be able to overcome the psychological barrier of presenting publicly by now. But my impromptu speech that day was such a failure. Maybe I'm just not made to present unprepared. Sigh.  I must get back on my feet. I can't go on being so low in confidence like I used to. Public Speaking and Oral Presentation- one of the subjects I'm so worried about. I must catch up with my progress in speaking no matter how. I must learn to relax. I must learn to accept challenges and work out my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to wonder going for further studies is a good idea. Of course it isn't a bad idea to become a lecturer but I don't think I'm up to the level of teaching university students yet. There's a lot more for me to improve to reach that level. Plus I'm really not sure if I love that job. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In fact, I'm not sure what I want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did some research on the courses which I could take. Applied linguistics sounds interesting. But what really caught my eye is that it is related to areas other than the academic field- education, linguistics, psychology, anthropology, sociology or even criminology! Interesting huh...At least if I take this course I know my career prospect won't be restricted to only the education field. I would have more choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more determined to take Applied Linguistics now that I have done this little research. Not 100% determine but more than before I google-searched it. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-7833701999714039778?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/7833701999714039778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=7833701999714039778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/7833701999714039778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/7833701999714039778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2009/02/impromptu-speech-and-applied.html' title='Impromptu Speech and Applied Linguistics'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-605639729780494974</id><published>2009-01-22T01:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T02:07:00.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assignment'/><title type='text'>4 More Days to CNY 2009</title><content type='html'>The title looks familiar, huh? Yep! I did the same thing (counting down to festivals by posting blogs) during Christmas. But no... this time I don't think I really have the time to post new entries everyday. It still depends on my mood and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for CNY. It's coming soon. Can I enjoy my CNY with all the assignments on hand? Well, I certainly hope so. Usually I will finish all my work before CNY comes but I think it's quite impossible to complete everything pre-CNY once I enter the stage of university life. And there's an addition to the amount of assignments I have now- FYP. It's impossible to finish FYP before CNY right? So I don't think I can really enjoy CNY with FYP bothering me. Yikes! Better not be too pessimistic about it. If FYP is easy then it wouldn't be a "FYP". What am I talking about? Crapping as usual. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird... I thought I would have lots to write. I have the ideas (e.g. about my new housemates, outing with my brother, poor Anita's predicament, etc.) but I just don't feel like putting everything into words tonight. Next day perhaps. Or maybe the day will never come (since CNY is coming) :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if this new entry is a bit of a disappointment. Just feel like crapping. Today's blog is just for the sake of 'writing blogs'. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*** To poor Anita whose car was stolen: Hope you feel better now. Cheer up, gal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SXdfB0V00lI/AAAAAAAAAo4/wJl6WwMyuNc/s1600-h/CNY+graphic+2+%28edit%29.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SXdfB0V00lI/AAAAAAAAAo4/wJl6WwMyuNc/s400/CNY+graphic+2+%28edit%29.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293804371832001106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SXdfCQGwTaI/AAAAAAAAApA/4DU6zBJtmIE/s1600-h/CNY+graphic+3+%28edit%29.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SXdfCQGwTaI/AAAAAAAAApA/4DU6zBJtmIE/s400/CNY+graphic+3+%28edit%29.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293804379284983202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-605639729780494974?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/605639729780494974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=605639729780494974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/605639729780494974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/605639729780494974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2009/01/4-more-days-to-cny-2009.html' title='4 More Days to CNY 2009'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SXdfB0V00lI/AAAAAAAAAo4/wJl6WwMyuNc/s72-c/CNY+graphic+2+%28edit%29.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-5008659824699541558</id><published>2009-01-06T00:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T02:06:12.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other'/><title type='text'>2009 了！！</title><content type='html'>终于来到了2009年！时间实在过得太快了！这年将会是我在UTAR 的最后一年了。在多九个月。过了这九个月我就毕业了！！加油吧！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;才发现今年有许多想完成的事情都未完成。也怪不得人。谁叫我那么懒呢？嘻嘻！想要看到好成果当然就必须多努力才行啦。总不能光靠运气吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以呢，今年我必须有些改进。除了在性格，品行方面还有一点是我希望有所改进的。那就是我的语言能力。英语需要再掌握好。还有，如果可以，我也希望能够打好华语基础。 说华语这方面虽然有时会口齿不清但其实我觉得我还可算是蛮流利的。至于写作和用词方面嘛。。。我就真的需要再加把劲儿了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果能够掌握好这两种语言，未来要找工作应该也会比较顺利吧。不能说会前途无量。只能说选择比较多。找到合适的工作的机会也会比较高。况且我又那么爱说华语，如果能够找到一份工作是能够说华语又可以用英文，那应该还蛮不错的吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一直以来我都是自己进修华语的。在这样继续下去应该也不成问题吧。毕竟有了兴趣就有了心理准备要学习。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说来说去最后还是必须努力才行。还真的很懒耶。。。在看吧！惨了。。。我真的是无药可救了！哇！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't read but would like to know what I wrote, then kindly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look up the words in your dictionary! Hahaha! Well...I might translate it when I'm free.  I get this idea of having my blog available in 2 languages from Wu Zun's blog----&gt;meisim and suesin's idol but it takes time to do the translation. So it all still comes back to whether I'm free or not. If I'm free, I might do it. It also depends on my mood. Hehe! Wait~lah...you never know when I'm bored and translate every entries into 2 languages! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*P/S: Do not laugh if there are any errors. After all, I'm from a national primary school who only had a few years of Chinese tuition classes. (anyway, I've forgotten most of what I've learned in the tuition classes. SSSSSSHHHHHHHHhhhh!!!! Don't let my tuition teachers know that! 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Those who only read my blog once in a while should find it hard to keep up with me. :P This tells you if you want to know how have I been, then visit my blog as often as you can! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's blog is more on the medical field. Why medical field? Because I just went for a check up on my wrist this afternoon. There's a lump at the back of my wrist and it seems to be getting more and more obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scary when you step into a clinic. I'm a little scared especially when I think of last time when I found a lump (it grew twice) and had 2 minor operations to have them removed. The first operation the doctor gave me local anesthesia (I was awake the entire procedure) and in the second operation, the doctor only gave me tranquilizer or whatever it is called to calm me down during the operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I went to see the very same doctor, Dr. Hew. He asked whether the lump I removed last time regrow and I replied no. (I was horrified later on to learn that I have to go for another check up 1 1/2 years later). I showed him the lump at the back of my wrist. He pressed it at every angle, asked me a few questions (is it painful? how long has it been there? etc.) and asked us not to worry. He explained the lump is probably due to a leak of the fluid from within the joints (synovial fluid), forming a balloon like sac at the back of the wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He explained more, making sure we understand what it is about but anyway, I still look it up in the internet and found some infos in different websites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SVUO63fLrjI/AAAAAAAAAog/vzv823EzULg/s1600-h/DSC00152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SVUO63fLrjI/AAAAAAAAAog/vzv823EzULg/s400/DSC00152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284146142279085618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks small when I didn't bend my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SVUO5w058hI/AAAAAAAAAoY/dfvRO0zrSko/s1600-h/DSC00151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SVUO5w058hI/AAAAAAAAAoY/dfvRO0zrSko/s400/DSC00151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284146123311280658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lump's clearer from side view and when I bend my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; In the hand, a ganglion is a particular type of lump which shows up next to a joint or a tendon. Inside, it is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;like a balloon filled with a thick liquid&lt;/span&gt;. It may be soft or hard, may or may not be painful, and may get bigger or smaller on its own &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;(mine is getting bigger)&lt;/span&gt;. It may also be referred to as a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;mucous cyst, a mucinous cyst or a synovial cyst&lt;/span&gt;. Ganglion cysts are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;not cancerous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;(Phew!)&lt;/span&gt;, will not spread, and while they may grow in size, they will not spread to other parts of your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; Normally, joints and tendons are lubricated by a special liquid which is sealed in a small compartment. Sometimes, because of arthritis, an injury &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;(I have a feeling mine is due to an injury)&lt;/span&gt;, or just for no good reason, a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;leak&lt;/span&gt; occurs from the compartment. Now, the liquid is thick, like honey, and if the hole is small, it can be like having a pinhole in a tube of toothpaste - when you squeeze the tube, even though the hole is small and the toothpaste is thick, it will leak out - and once it is out, there is no way it can go back in on its own. It works almost like a &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;one way valve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and fills up a little balloon next to the area of the leak. When we use our hands for normal activities, our joints squeeze and create a tremendous pressure in the lubricating compartment - this can pump up a balloon leak with so much pressure that it feels as hard as a bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; The lubricating liquid has special proteins dissolved in it which make it thick and also make it hard for the body to absorb it when it has leaked out. The body tries to absorb the liquid, but may only be able to draw out the water, making it even more thick. Usually, by the time the lump is big enough to see, the liquid has gotten to be as thick as jelly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Symptoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Because the fluid-filled sac puts pressure on the nerves that pass through the joint, some ganglion cysts &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;may be painful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(I feel the pain before I saw the lump. In fact, when I discovered the swelling, the pain has subsided)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Large ganglia, even if they are not painful, are unattractive. Smaller ganglions that remain hidden under the skin (occult ganglions) may be quite painful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A ganglion grows out of a joint, like a balloon on a stalk. It rises out of the connective tissues between bones and muscles. Inside the balloon is a thick, slippery fluid similar to the fluid in your joints. Usually, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;more active the wrist, the larger the cyst becomes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(and my lump is getting bigger. Maybe I put too much pressure on it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. With rest, the lump generally decreases in size.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will the cyst go away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;, wrist ganglion cysts go away with no treatment, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;most of the time they linger around or even grow larger&lt;/span&gt;. Some cysts form a type of one-way valve such that fluid enters the cyst easily, but cannot escape. When the ganglion cyst becomes large enough, it will begin to put pressure on surrounding structures. This pressure can cause painful symptoms, and is usually the reason these ganglion cysts are removed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treatment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Wait and watch&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;(this is what Dr. Hew suggests)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; "Over the counter" non-steroidal anti inflammatory medication &lt;/span&gt;(NSAID), such as aspirin, ibuprofen, naprosyn, or ketoprofen. Check with pharmacist regarding possible side effects and drug interactions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Some people, following non-medical advice, will &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;smash the lump&lt;/span&gt; with a heavy book &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;(Ouch!)&lt;/span&gt;, and rupture the cyst. (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;not recommended&lt;/span&gt;). The lump can come back even if it has been successfully treated this way. The urban legend regarding this traditionally involves using a Bible as the book, leading ganglions to be called "Giddeon's disease" in some circles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Immobilization&lt;/span&gt;. Provide a variety of hand splints to support the area. Activity often causes the ganglion to increase in size. This is because activity increases pressure on nerves, causing pain. A wrist brace or splint may relieve symptoms, letting the ganglion decrease in size. As pain decreases, your doctor may prescribe exercises to strengthen the wrist and improve range of motion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Aspiration&lt;/span&gt;. Drain the cyst with a needle and possibly inject the area with cortisone. This works much better for cysts coming from the tendon than those coming from joints. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;(Doctor mentioned this. But he still suggests we wait because even if we drain the cyst, it might still grow back)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Perform surgery to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;remove the cyst and clean out the area&lt;/span&gt; where the cyst comes from. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;(heard that it's gonna hurt. Not sure if it's this surgery or aspiration but I suppose it's surgery that hurts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What happens if you have no treatment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; Painful cysts may be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;painful&lt;/span&gt; because of underlying problems other than a simple cyst.  Although uncommon, pain associated with a ganglion may be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;due to underlying arthritis, bone tumor, ligament injury or fracture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Cysts can e&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;xtend into the underlying bones&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;cause other types of problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Cysts on the back of the end joint of the finger (mucus cysts) may gradually thin and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;weaken the overlying skin&lt;/span&gt;, allowing liquid to drain out but also allowing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;bacteria to enter&lt;/span&gt; the joint, sometimes causing a serious &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;infection&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Sources:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.eatonhand.com/hw/hw013.htm&lt;br /&gt;http://orthopedics.about.com/cs/handwristsurgery/a/wristganglion.htm&lt;br /&gt;http://orthoinfo.aaos.org/topic.cfm?topic=A00006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the lump won't inflict any pain! I seriously don't ever want to step into the operation room again nor I ever want to see needles stuck on my hand!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-5332354325414109055?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/5332354325414109055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=5332354325414109055' title='64 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/5332354325414109055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/5332354325414109055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/12/wrist-ganglion-cyst.html' title='Wrist Ganglion Cyst'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SVUO63fLrjI/AAAAAAAAAog/vzv823EzULg/s72-c/DSC00152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>64</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-3468031665306283011</id><published>2008-12-25T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:54:50.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other'/><title type='text'>Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>It's Christmas!! And I met Hsuen Huey (again). We went to Sweet Dynasty with Yen Fang and her boyfriend. Finally I get to meet her boyfriend. Hmm...her boyfriend's not bad. Looks like those gentleman type with a sense of humour at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum thought I was going to go to church when I said I'm going to meet Hsuen Huey and Yen Fang on Christmas day (Huey and Fang are both Christians). Frankly speaking, it's quite frustrating to see mum jumping into that conclusion. Probably she still thinks I want to be a Christian when in fact, I just want to remain a free thinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, so what if I've been to a church or a mosque or whatever? I've been to a church when Huey was baptized but it was just because I want to attend the ceremony which Huey (one of my best friends) thinks is an important event to her. Partly it's also because I'm curious what they do when one is being baptized. But I still have no intention of becoming a Christian. I didn't pray when they are praying nor do I donate money to the church when they did. I just watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if I put my hands together as if I'm praying? It'll probably be an act of respect (like you have to take off your shoes when you enter a mosque or when you take joss sticks when you're a Christian). I'm not going to really pray or what (no offense to Christians)  because I still have no intention of becoming a Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many friends of mine have been telling me about the Christianity (or some have urge me to become one). I respect the religion like I respect Buddhism. I've thought a lot through the years and I've already concluded years ago that I want to remain a free thinker. A free thinker who respects every religion even though I'm not a follower. A free thinker who is allowed to learn the different religions. I really don't wish to see mum jumping to the conclusion that I want to be a Christian nor restrict me from learning the different religions I'm interested to know. I can assure you I really just want to remain a free thinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have not decided that I just want to be a free thinker, I would already have become a Christian by now (judging by the exposure to Christianity and Christian friends I have). Don't worry. I'm a free thinker and in the years to come, I know I will still be a free thinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry to disappoint you friends if you have any intention of converting me into a Christian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm glad I managed to finish my tenancy agreement in the afternoon. Although it was mostly cut and paste work :P, overall I'm quite satisfied with it. At least i finished the thing and that means I have one thing less to worry about! I just hope it can pass as an agreement and that it wont pose any problems to me later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SVT8-qc4AoI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/b-0qLW3p074/s1600-h/santa+village+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SVT8-qc4AoI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/b-0qLW3p074/s400/santa+village+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284126416289923714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Village in Lapland (2008). Taken from its official website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SVT8-st26GI/AAAAAAAAAoI/KBcuOKwWMgw/s1600-h/santa+village+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SVT8-st26GI/AAAAAAAAAoI/KBcuOKwWMgw/s400/santa+village+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284126416898025570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Village (night view) on 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Would love to visit Santa Village one day...The day when I'm rich! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/3832300658886680250-3468031665306283011?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/3468031665306283011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=3468031665306283011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/3468031665306283011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/3468031665306283011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Day'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SVT8-qc4AoI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/b-0qLW3p074/s72-c/santa+village+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-5605218009413849387</id><published>2008-12-25T02:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T02:37:08.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other'/><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>It's Christmas Eve! Love Christmas eve! And it's my parents' wedding anniversary. Nice right? But I feel quite out of place being at home. You know...don't want to be a lamp post..hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I went to Hsuen Huey's house with Koi Kent. Asked him to give me a ride since he wants to go to her house. Thanks for the ride la! Well, at the same time, I can visit Hsuen Huey's parents. They are still so nice. We chatted for some time while waiting for Hsuen Huey's return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I met Hsuen Huey. Miss my pighead a lot! LOL! She and Koi Kent are still the same. They still like to bicker with me. They don't even give me 'face'...but surprisingly, I miss bickering with my friends here A LOT! XD&lt;br /&gt;Is it usual to love bickering with your friends? I dunno....hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas Eve! Tomorrow's Christmas! I wonder if I can meet Hsuen Huey and Yenfang tomorrow night. Yen Fang's bringing her boyfriend along. Never thought she would bring her boyfriend to meet us so early. I thought the earliest we can see her boyfriend is during the coming CNY. I'm not complaining. lol! But I'll have to plan and see if I can make it tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all for tonight! Good night and MERRY XMAS, everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s31.photobucket.com/albums/c361/littlefish11/Xmas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Xmas1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c361/littlefish11/Xmas/Xmas1.gif" border="0" alt="Xmas 1" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3832300658886680250-5605218009413849387?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/5605218009413849387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=5605218009413849387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/5605218009413849387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/5605218009413849387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c361/littlefish11/Xmas/th_Xmas1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-5669016948628720614</id><published>2008-12-24T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T00:29:10.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other'/><title type='text'>2 More Days to Christmas</title><content type='html'>The new semester's timetable is out. It is the worse timetable I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class until 7.30pm?? That's crazy! It would be dangerous to walk home at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutorial 1 and 2 are separated even for lecture classes?? Well, I couldn't figure out why should we be separated for every subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes on Saturdays?? Lucky it's not for Tutorial 2 students. I rather pity Tutorial 1 though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet we won't sit idly following this timetable. So let's strive for a new timetable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s31.photobucket.com/albums/c361/littlefish11/Xmas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Xmas6.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c361/littlefish11/Xmas/Xmas6.gif" border="0" alt="Xmas 6" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2 More Days to Christmas!! Don't forget to hang up your socks! Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, CHEER UP! ~by Chien Yi (can't help but to borrow this cute phrase from you, sis! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s31.photobucket.com/albums/c361/littlefish11/Xmas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Xmas9.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c361/littlefish11/Xmas/Xmas9.gif" border="0" alt="Xmas 9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3832300658886680250-5669016948628720614?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/5669016948628720614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=5669016948628720614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/5669016948628720614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/5669016948628720614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/12/2-more-days-to-christmas.html' title='2 More Days to Christmas'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c361/littlefish11/Xmas/th_Xmas6.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-2838324723603591042</id><published>2008-12-23T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T18:09:45.833+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other'/><title type='text'>3 More Days to Christmas</title><content type='html'>No painting today but did some little household chores. Sounds silly to report all this down.  hehe! But then, even little chores can be quite fun sometimes. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s31.photobucket.com/albums/c361/littlefish11/Xmas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Xmas4.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c361/littlefish11/Xmas/Xmas4.gif" alt="Xmas 4" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3 More Days to Christmas! Cheers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s31.photobucket.com/albums/c361/littlefish11/Xmas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Xmas3.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c361/littlefish11/Xmas/Xmas3.gif" alt="Xmas 3" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3832300658886680250-2838324723603591042?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/2838324723603591042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=2838324723603591042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/2838324723603591042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/2838324723603591042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-painting-today-but-did-some-little.html' title='3 More Days to Christmas'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c361/littlefish11/Xmas/th_Xmas4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-2080584864682550077</id><published>2008-12-22T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:25:36.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other'/><title type='text'>4 More Days to Christmas</title><content type='html'>I've been doing a lot of painting these days. It's the end of the year and the 20+ years old house needs a new look. And so I'm given this task to make it look 'new'. Don't get the wrong idea. I didn't paint the whole house but I did paint those little stuff like the doors, etc. LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite tiring when you're doing painting ALL DAY but anyway, it's fun. A lot better than staying in PJ and brooding over unhappy thoughts. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 4 days to Christmas!!! Yay!!! *counting down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s31.photobucket.com/albums/c361/littlefish11/Xmas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Xmas5.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c361/littlefish11/Xmas/Xmas5.gif" border="0" alt="Xmas 5" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3832300658886680250-2080584864682550077?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/2080584864682550077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=2080584864682550077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/2080584864682550077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/2080584864682550077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/12/4-more-days-to-christmas.html' title='4 More Days to Christmas'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c361/littlefish11/Xmas/th_Xmas5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-7818528395130856621</id><published>2008-12-21T01:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:25:36.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other'/><title type='text'>5 More Days to Christmas</title><content type='html'>I'm finally home. I'll be staying here for only 10 days before going back to PJ but I don't mind. At least I'm home now. I'm home for Christmas!! Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever problems yet to be solved will have to wait till after Christmas! Well, I can't help but feeling more relax (and more cheerful! Yes!) when I'm home. You might think it's because I'm lazy. Whatever! :P LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more days to Xmas! Argh! Can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Christmas gives me peace! V^—^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SU0zGnKeCsI/AAAAAAAAAoA/K3trrBTbOIE/s1600-h/Xmas+7.gif"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s31.photobucket.com/albums/c361/littlefish11/Xmas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Xmas7.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c361/littlefish11/Xmas/Xmas7.gif" border="0" alt="Xmas 7" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-7818528395130856621?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/7818528395130856621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=7818528395130856621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/7818528395130856621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/7818528395130856621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/12/5-more-days-to-christmas.html' title='5 More Days to Christmas'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c361/littlefish11/Xmas/th_Xmas7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-6748066478792890418</id><published>2008-12-15T17:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T18:16:24.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Nightmarish December</title><content type='html'>I should be happy because it's December but I think this is the worse December I've ever had. The nightmare began from the very beginning of the month. We received news to move out by the end of the month. They barely gave us one month to move out. Is it really that easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. It's not. It's the exam month. I could hardly concentrate on the papers. Every time I tried to study, my mind would wander on thoughts related to the move. "Will we make it in time?" "Will the new place in better condition than our current house?" " Will it be cheaper?" " How are we going to divide the rent?" "When can I settle this?" "When can I go home?".....There's so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I did in the exam. Problems that kept cropping up keeps me busy. I'm beginning to hate this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except from the problems above, we've endured some other challenges. Challenges that almost drive us crazy. We've been discussing night after night trying to solve all those problems. We've been through a tedious month. We've tried very hard in finding a place to stay, we found a house but have to gave it up due to some personal problems, we were almost cheated by a ridiculous house owner (we believed so much that we've found the perfect place to stay only to be disappointed once again), we tried hard to picked ourselves up and continue our search for houses, we met snatch thief in the meantime, we tried to came out with all kinds of alternatives just to rent a house but failed...it goes on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the hardest challenges is none other than the one testing our friendship. I know most of us made a mistake this time. I know you'll be angry. I understand. But we still have to make it clear with you. It's hard. It's really hard. Maybe after this, there'll always be a gap between us. I'm not sure. I don't blame you. No one wants this conflict to happen. I know you're hurt because we gave you hope only to learn that we broke that hope the next day. We're truly truly sorry. I feel very bad. But I hope you understand. It's a very sensitive issue after all. It's hard to tell you. Sorry for making you so upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard since all of us have different opinions. It's already hard to find a place to stay in such a short time. It's harder when we have different opinions. I thank you for the e-mail you sent me. It shows that you want us to understand why you're angry. I know it before I read that email. Sigh. Maybe you find it hard to tell me face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll understand why we did this. Yes. We're still at fault. We made a mistake. I hope you understand and I hope after this incident we can still go on getting along as well as usual. You won't be reading my blog. Just want to spill it on to something. That's all I can say now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home as soon as possible. I want to leave this place for the moment. I don't want more sleepless night! I want my holiday, please!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-6748066478792890418?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/6748066478792890418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=6748066478792890418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/6748066478792890418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/6748066478792890418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/12/nightmarish-december.html' title='Nightmarish December'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-1941222515302887847</id><published>2008-12-02T15:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:39:34.483+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>165 就快解散了</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT1CKiaWKI/AAAAAAAAAlI/MRq_X8lagqQ/s1600-h/P1090326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT1CKiaWKI/AAAAAAAAAlI/MRq_X8lagqQ/s400/P1090326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275110481094924450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没想到那么快165 就要解散了。还真是件预料之外的事。 165成员的友情一向来就很好。是少见的要好。我们会有事没事的就来个聚会，在一起聊天， 甚至聊到三更半夜都还不睡觉。在这短短的一年多，我们也成立了165 “香菇与蘑菇”团。 “香菇”指的是165 的女生们而“蘑菇”当然是指我们165那 唯一的男丁啦！我们也曾一起全体（10人）出游。那时好难得也好开心哦！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dong Zen Trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT1BKWO1JI/AAAAAAAAAkw/eq1ouPyukZ0/s1600-h/P1090257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT1BKWO1JI/AAAAAAAAAkw/eq1ouPyukZ0/s400/P1090257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275110463863968914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;香菇们&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT1BRt0LZI/AAAAAAAAAk4/M44WO7J-6XU/s1600-h/P1090264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT1BRt0LZI/AAAAAAAAAk4/M44WO7J-6XU/s400/P1090264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275110465841933714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT1B1cC1vI/AAAAAAAAAlA/ZcxFcshXC_Q/s1600-h/P1090267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT1B1cC1vI/AAAAAAAAAlA/ZcxFcshXC_Q/s400/P1090267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275110475431073522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;依据年龄排行: Fion (大姐头），我 （大姐），Koh Li, 宁洁， Boey, Ruen Ping, 文贝，Bee Teng, 雯君（小妹）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不久后，Boey 毕业了。Pinky 也搬走了。剩下我，雯君， 宁洁，文贝，ruen ping，bee teng, koh li, fion 和 albert。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;接下来 fion 和 albert 这对情侣也宣布他们即将搬进他们刚买的新屋。而bee teng 和 koh li 也将在今年年底毕业。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT422MHfRI/AAAAAAAAAmA/k1xc7iKBxE8/s1600-h/P1090400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT422MHfRI/AAAAAAAAAmA/k1xc7iKBxE8/s400/P1090400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275114684700654866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本来还以为165 不管怎样也不会那么快解散因为至少还有我，雯君，宁洁， 文贝 和ruen ping。况且fion, boey 他们也已经说好还会回来165找我们。但世事难料。  刚接获通知，165的屋主刚过世。她儿子想把165给卖掉。 所以我们必须在12月底前搬出去。这消息真的来得太突然了！现在我们必须匆匆忙忙的找房子。还要解决一些搬家琐事。天啊！现在是考试期间耶！叫人怎么忙得过来呀！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而且我还真舍不得165。 我们在那儿有太多的美好回忆了。 那些日子是无可取代的。我只希望我们165还能在重聚。聊聊天，叙叙旧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT43a6cQLI/AAAAAAAAAmI/sLAgWvhKWaY/s1600-h/P1100179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT43a6cQLI/AAAAAAAAAmI/sLAgWvhKWaY/s400/P1100179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275114694558630066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koh Li, 我，Fion。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT43YIHDkI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/mTBWL-BuNa8/s1600-h/P1100180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT43YIHDkI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/mTBWL-BuNa8/s400/P1100180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275114693810654786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                     文贝，宁洁，雯君。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT43jPXFxI/AAAAAAAAAmY/bWEFtYyLblM/s1600-h/P1100181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT43jPXFxI/AAAAAAAAAmY/bWEFtYyLblM/s400/P1100181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275114696793855762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是肯定的是当年的情景不会在165重现。不过这些美好的回忆是我们大家都无法磨灭的。“香菇与蘑菇”成员们，我会耐心的等待我们重聚的那一天的！大家要加油哦！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT1CaQkOZI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/hoDEcz85wBc/s1600-h/P1090340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT1CaQkOZI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/hoDEcz85wBc/s400/P1090340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275110485315041682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT3AwqWAzI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BWftHaxQ7N4/s1600-h/P1090341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT3AwqWAzI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BWftHaxQ7N4/s400/P1090341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275112655992259378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;东禅峙后在KLCC 前聚集玩闹。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT3BJmzLwI/AAAAAAAAAlo/LZ07dyUuZXA/s1600-h/P1090355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT3BJmzLwI/AAAAAAAAAlo/LZ07dyUuZXA/s400/P1090355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275112662688280322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT3BUXWVWI/AAAAAAAAAlw/nxddMtHhiUY/s1600-h/P1090356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT3BUXWVWI/AAAAAAAAAlw/nxddMtHhiUY/s400/P1090356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275112665576265058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT3BdNM5WI/AAAAAAAAAl4/XcMXJmkHEoA/s1600-h/P1090375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT3BdNM5WI/AAAAAAAAAl4/XcMXJmkHEoA/s400/P1090375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275112667949622626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT43l8VAoI/AAAAAAAAAmg/QcE3-Eqv48c/s1600-h/P1100200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT43l8VAoI/AAAAAAAAAmg/QcE3-Eqv48c/s400/P1100200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275114697519334018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;被我们称为“香槟日”。。。其实也不知道在庆祝什么。 =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT6dNSaSfI/AAAAAAAAAmw/d7pn_SE_J1c/s1600-h/DSC00448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT6dNSaSfI/AAAAAAAAAmw/d7pn_SE_J1c/s400/DSC00448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275116443247725042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT6deWCO0I/AAAAAAAAAnA/-PA--fnR0W4/s1600-h/DSC00452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT6deWCO0I/AAAAAAAAAnA/-PA--fnR0W4/s400/DSC00452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275116447826328386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT6dnTYuCI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Bmq5pzs9FAE/s1600-h/DSC00453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT6dnTYuCI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Bmq5pzs9FAE/s400/DSC00453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275116450231138338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT6de_hM2I/AAAAAAAAAm4/PYHtlLUZTYI/s1600-h/DSC00450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT6de_hM2I/AAAAAAAAAm4/PYHtlLUZTYI/s400/DSC00450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275116448000324450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT6dLLooSI/AAAAAAAAAmo/j58DBhRSevc/s1600-h/P1100230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT6dLLooSI/AAAAAAAAAmo/j58DBhRSevc/s400/P1100230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275116442682433826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;加油吧，大家！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;p/s: Any rooms to let near UTAR please inform me. I need to move out by the end of December. Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-1941222515302887847?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/1941222515302887847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=1941222515302887847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/1941222515302887847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/1941222515302887847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/12/165.html' title='165 就快解散了'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/STT1CKiaWKI/AAAAAAAAAlI/MRq_X8lagqQ/s72-c/P1090326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-2719171532475321506</id><published>2008-11-30T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:08:09.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other'/><title type='text'>We're So Like That!</title><content type='html'>Source: Starmag, The Star, 30 Nov. 2008. (pg. SM23)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a very good barber in New York City. One day, a florist goes to him for a haircut. As he is about to pay, the barber says, "I am sorry. I cannot accept money from you. I am doing community service."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The florist is happy and leaves the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, when the barber goes to open his shop, there is a thank you card and a dozen roses at his door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A policeman goes to the same barber and, again, the barber refuses payment. The cop is happy and leaves the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, when the barber goes to open his shop, there is a thank you card and a dozen doughnuts waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Malaysian software engineer goes for a haircut and he, too, is told the same thing. The Malaysian software engineer is happy and leaves the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess what happens the next morning when the barber goes to open his shop? Come on, think like a Malaysian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dozen Malaysians waiting for a free haircut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-2719171532475321506?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/2719171532475321506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=2719171532475321506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/2719171532475321506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/2719171532475321506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/11/were-so-like-that.html' title='We&apos;re So Like That!'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-4429201507320328953</id><published>2008-11-21T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T00:26:57.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Random Pictures of Food</title><content type='html'>I've been taking pictures of food from different restaurants during those few months of outings with my UTAR friends. I love going out with you guys! But of course, it means I'll have to spend $$$. LOL! It's ok..I don't mind spending once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the random pictures I took. These pictures have been in my mobile phone for so long so I thought it's time to post them in this blog. Let's drool together! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Don't compare me with Giant's food blog la. I just bought this camera phone so I didn't take as many picture as that food lover Giant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SSbae73H6ZI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Lz-JPk2l3Hg/s1600-h/DSC00444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SSbae73H6ZI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Lz-JPk2l3Hg/s400/DSC00444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271140638883572114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Simply Fusion's Chicken Chop (Jaya One)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SSbZqcMsCWI/AAAAAAAAAh4/KkhmaMjDc7c/s1600-h/DSC00125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SSbZqcMsCWI/AAAAAAAAAh4/KkhmaMjDc7c/s400/DSC00125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271139737030887778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Sushi King. Look like oranges huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SSbZq_4JedI/AAAAAAAAAiA/VGqTqVo13GU/s1600-h/DSC00126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SSbZq_4JedI/AAAAAAAAAiA/VGqTqVo13GU/s400/DSC00126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271139746608413138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered these.....Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SSbZrNCbDrI/AAAAAAAAAiI/rYEXfplSzLo/s1600-h/DSC00127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SSbZrNCbDrI/AAAAAAAAAiI/rYEXfplSzLo/s400/DSC00127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271139750141169330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SSbZrQw2EnI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Y9rI0kZCmWw/s1600-h/DSC00128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SSbZrQw2EnI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Y9rI0kZCmWw/s400/DSC00128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271139751141184114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures below are the latest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SSbad6IJreI/AAAAAAAAAiY/x2bLibC8ka8/s1600-h/DSC00134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SSbad6IJreI/AAAAAAAAAiY/x2bLibC8ka8/s400/DSC00134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271140621238250978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From The Elephant in Happy Mansion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SSbaeEVbc2I/AAAAAAAAAig/nCaU7XIOIk0/s1600-h/DSC00135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SSbaeEVbc2I/AAAAAAAAAig/nCaU7XIOIk0/s400/DSC00135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271140623978296162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SSbaeb84GQI/AAAAAAAAAio/Ifl1zlVlh7w/s1600-h/DSC00136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SSbaeb84GQI/AAAAAAAAAio/Ifl1zlVlh7w/s400/DSC00136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271140630317766914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SSbaehRwVPI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Kj31JLWPolw/s1600-h/DSC00137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SSbaehRwVPI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Kj31JLWPolw/s400/DSC00137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271140631747515634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cakes!!!! From Food Foundry, Happy Mansion.&lt;br /&gt;(top to bottom: Chocolate, Vanilla, Strawberry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Queen Ju, Princess Sarah,  Lady Megan, Tax Collector Anita and Servant Irene: I also want to go for buffet in Jogoya but no $$$!!! If all of you sponsor me then I don't mind going lo...muahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-4429201507320328953?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/4429201507320328953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=4429201507320328953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/4429201507320328953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/4429201507320328953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-pictures-of-food.html' title='Random Pictures of Food'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SSbae73H6ZI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Lz-JPk2l3Hg/s72-c/DSC00444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-2478303170709946844</id><published>2008-11-15T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:31:29.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other'/><title type='text'>Real or Hoax?</title><content type='html'>My friend sent me this e-mail and I've decided to check on it's credibility since I'm an active facebook user. As I expected, the possibility that this e-mail's a HOAX is high. Yes. I think it's another HOAX just like the previous hotmail chain letter which I refused to send, knowing it couldn't be true ( and my hotmail account has not been deleted after years of deleting that e-mail. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention all Facebook users&lt;br /&gt;Facebook is recently becoming very  overpopulated,&lt;br /&gt;There have been many members complaining that Facebook&lt;br /&gt;is  becoming very slow.Record shows that the reason is&lt;br /&gt;that there are too many  non-active Facebook members&lt;br /&gt;And on the other side too many new Facebook  members.&lt;br /&gt;We will be sending this messages around to see if the&lt;br /&gt;Members are  active or not,If you're active please send&lt;br /&gt;to 15 other users using Copy+Paste  to show that you are active&lt;br /&gt;Those who do not send this message within 2  weeks,&lt;br /&gt;The user will be deleted without hesitation to create more  space,&lt;br /&gt;If Facebook is still overpopulated we kindly ask for donations but  until then send this message to all your friends and make sure you  send&lt;br /&gt;message to show me that your active and not deleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Founder of  Facebook&lt;br /&gt;Mark Zuckerbe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I google search the name "Mark Zuckerbe" and found some pretty interesting answers from other facebook users to prove that this e-mail is just a HOAX. I couldn't agree more with the following answers I got from Yahoo!Answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, if it was real, they would send it themselves to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FACEBOOK&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;not someone claiming&lt;/span&gt; to be the creator of Facebook. Second, they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;misspelled the guy's name&lt;/span&gt;. The ACTUAL creator of Facebook is named &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mark Zuckerberg, not Mark Zuckerbe&lt;/span&gt;. I highly doubt he would misspell his own name! Also, there are typos all over the place. They used the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wrong form of "you're"&lt;/span&gt; in the last sentence. They said your, when it's actually correct to say, you're, plus numerous other errors all over. I don't think an official message would have that many typos! Also, it's VERY apparent when someone isn't using their facebook, and no one goes over these by hand. There are way too many accounts for that. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A computer does it automatically&lt;/span&gt;. A computer records every login and logout and time online, not to mention EVERY action you make on facebook, so sending a message regardless of what it says is the same as doing any other action on facebook. No one is reading your messages. There is actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;protocol &lt;/span&gt;that after a certain amount of inactive time (I believe one year) your account will automatically be deleted. Also, facebook is one of the single most popular (and thus well-funded) websites in the entire world. They have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no problems getting server space&lt;/span&gt;. Hope this clears that up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20080818144215AAEgOAX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another useful points worth of considering:&lt;br /&gt;1. Would facebook clear its users when one of the main factors of its revenue would be the number of users? As an entrepreneur, facebook would never delete a profile of a person (I would presume), with a belief that he/she may wish to restore its activity (who may have interrupted the activity of his/her activity due to different, reasonable excuses: vacation to an inhabited island :), some reason which would cause temporary inability to use computer or internet, like illness, abstention from using social networks because it distracts your schedule too much, and even ones who would try to stop using just to see whether their profile would be removed.). Would Facebook unjustly violate the hopes of these people, who, returning after their journey, or discharged from the hospital, find, or better, will not find their profiles at their habitual place. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Would Facebook risk to damage its image, its pocket, referring only to a repletion of its servers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Wouldn't facebook use more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;trustworthy mean of communication on such an IMPORTANT matter, like sending message to users' Inbox directly by the Company and not using a chain letter system&lt;/span&gt; (I'm not IT specialist, but relying on my general knowledge I can assume this is possible)? They should know that any user's reasonable mind would find such content suspicious and would be in a state of hesitation, so they would use other, more appropriate and more reliable mean to deliver this kind of notification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Social networks have, as one of their misisons, an aim to spread by attracting more users. How can they justify a slowdown of its functioning by overcrowding &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;when overcrowding IS their entreprenual purpose&lt;/span&gt;. This construction of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sentence looks more like an anti-commercial or a way of backbiting by its competitor/s. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, would Facebook use such the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;unprofessional grammatical structure&lt;/span&gt; with obvious punctuation marks missing, and sign at the end as "Creator of Facebook" which for many may sound &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a little haughty&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answering these questions would push you to a more confident side, which would suggest that the message is a spam. But you take the final decision...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmed -- a rare user of Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: http://www.facebook.com/topic.php?uid=20531316728&amp;amp;topic=6616&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, it's a HOAX, isn't it? So Please...check out on an e-mail's credibility before forwarding it, okay? Don't give unnecessary false alarms. It's really just a waste of time and energy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-2478303170709946844?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/2478303170709946844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=2478303170709946844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/2478303170709946844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/2478303170709946844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/11/real-or-hoax.html' title='Real or Hoax?'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-3268505986837605241</id><published>2008-11-03T15:35:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:29:55.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Irasshaimase</title><content type='html'>Irasshaimase!!&lt;br /&gt;That's the first thing the staffs in "Antique" would say to their customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been very much into Japanese dramas, anime and manga lately. It must be due to the fact that I'm attending Japanese classes this semester. Taihen desu ne!! Well, actually it's an elective. I can either take Japanese or Chinese. After much consideration, I've decided to take Chinese BUT attend both Chinese and Japanese classes. Say, it's not an easy task. My schedule seems to be fully packed with Japanese, Chinese and Malaysian Literature classes. I'm probably the only one who goes for all three classes. Yeah...call me "gatal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously,  I'm not sure if I can juggle through all three subjects but I'll surely try my very best! It's a challenge! yeah! Gambate ne!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost forgot to thank Irene sensei! Arigato gozaimashita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting really interested in Japanese (although we're learning at a very fast pace. *pants*). And what's more, the mangas (thanks 'yibun' for recommending Ouran), animes and dramas make it more interesting than it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SQ6zSKrKYDI/AAAAAAAAAgc/o67-u3YEUy4/s1600-h/antique.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SQ6zSKrKYDI/AAAAAAAAAgc/o67-u3YEUy4/s400/antique.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264342139127095346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just finish watching a very nice Japanese drama- "Antique" アンテイク. It is a story evolving around 3...no, 4 handsome but silly &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and funny&lt;/span&gt; men working in a patisserie-the Antique. I like the decoration of Antique, which is quite westernize. However.....I Love the cakes more!! LOL!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I would like to make those cakes too..erm..if i know how.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*back to normal*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem! Sorry for the 'abnormal behaviour'. So...where am I? oh yeah...Antique is a heart-warming story about what happened to the staffs and customers of Antique. It seems that everyone has their own past and secrets. Slowly, the pasts are divulged and all of them, as one good 'family' (well, they look like a family although they are just colleagues), one by one their problems are solved. They are tested on their friendship, patience and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SQ6zSikZ1uI/AAAAAAAAAg0/5dRxfGHTRWM/s1600-h/antique+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SQ6zSikZ1uI/AAAAAAAAAg0/5dRxfGHTRWM/s400/antique+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264342145541199586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 main characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Left- Keisuke (or Keiichirō) Tachibana. The owner of Antique who was kidnapped when  he was 9 years old.  Opened Antique although he doesn't like  cakes.  All he remembers is that his kidnappers  always  bought him  yummy cakes. Although superior in Antique, he's constantly bullied by his workers. XD &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*and he always has exaggerated  reactions. lol!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Middle- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eiji Kanda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A former boxing player who has a sweet tooth. He's also blunt in personality. He joined Antique after being forced to withdraw from the sports he likes most. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*erm...he actually forced the patissier of Antique to teach him bake cakes without even paying the slightest attention to the boss XD*.&lt;/span&gt; He is an orphan who couldn't remember much about his parents. His parents, died when he was still small, were famous patissiers. After his arrival to Antique, the patisserie becomes more lively. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;although he's the one who bullies the boss the most! Poor boss!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Right- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yusuke Ono. The genius patissier who is capable of attracting customers to Antique with his yummy, yummy, yummy, cakes! (including Eiji). Although fully-skilled in making cakes, he's incapable of dealing with women (due to his past). Always mistaken as a gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;there's a reason to this&lt;/span&gt;*.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Also capable of making his boss obey him. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;poor,poor boss!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SQ6zSZb3xXI/AAAAAAAAAgk/p9M7su7AB7M/s1600-h/antique+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SQ6zSZb3xXI/AAAAAAAAAgk/p9M7su7AB7M/s400/antique+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264342143089493362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Behind (wearing glasses) - Chikage Kobayakawa. Keisuke's childhood friend (also sort of servant). He's being trained as a waiter at Antique after Eiji. However, he is very klutzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SQ6zSZb3xXI/AAAAAAAAAgk/p9M7su7AB7M/s1600-h/antique+2.jpg"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SQ6zSYGV-_I/AAAAAAAAAgs/tDkmbO547uo/s1600-h/antique+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SQ6zSYGV-_I/AAAAAAAAAgs/tDkmbO547uo/s400/antique+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264342142730763250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And last but not least....The CAKES!!! Kudos to the genius pattisier!!&lt;br /&gt;I only manage to find these pictures...They are many more nicer looking cakes in the drama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SQ6zSm0RjUI/AAAAAAAAAg8/0gjCXvmeklY/s1600-h/antique+cake+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SQ6zSm0RjUI/AAAAAAAAAg8/0gjCXvmeklY/s400/antique+cake+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264342146681507138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Created after a sick girl who has an ambition to be a patissier died. It has become a permanent cake in Antique since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SQ6-ZCZ1uXI/AAAAAAAAAhk/uW6gCk_sAq0/s1600-h/antique+cake+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SQ6-ZCZ1uXI/AAAAAAAAAhk/uW6gCk_sAq0/s400/antique+cake+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264354351793944946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One of the cakes in Antique...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SQ6-Y1lDeRI/AAAAAAAAAhc/cQRQnFdu0PU/s1600-h/antique+cake+5.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SQ6-Y1lDeRI/AAAAAAAAAhc/cQRQnFdu0PU/s400/antique+cake+5.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264354348351322386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One of a regular customer's favourite. that customer has some connection to the boss's kidnap case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SQ6-YsWcAkI/AAAAAAAAAhE/xjA2rEk_noE/s1600-h/antique+cake+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SQ6-YsWcAkI/AAAAAAAAAhE/xjA2rEk_noE/s400/antique+cake+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264354345874096706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;More cakes from Antique...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SQ6-Yxjl2CI/AAAAAAAAAhU/PZj6D2ZeQ-U/s1600-h/antique+cake+4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SQ6-Yxjl2CI/AAAAAAAAAhU/PZj6D2ZeQ-U/s400/antique+cake+4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264354347271444514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SQ6-Yji5BVI/AAAAAAAAAhM/vUqlZzWuws8/s1600-h/antique+cake+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SQ6-Yji5BVI/AAAAAAAAAhM/vUqlZzWuws8/s400/antique+cake+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264354343510410578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*Drools again* I want cakes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Thanks to the websites at which I took these pictures. Sorry I couldn't remember where I took them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3832300658886680250-3268505986837605241?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/3268505986837605241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=3268505986837605241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/3268505986837605241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/3268505986837605241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/11/irashaimasen-thats-first-thing-staffs.html' title='Irasshaimase'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SQ6zSKrKYDI/AAAAAAAAAgc/o67-u3YEUy4/s72-c/antique.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-8427442607094577216</id><published>2008-10-18T12:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T17:11:13.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>稻香</title><content type='html'>A new song from Jay Chou's latest album 魔杰座. Not only is the melody nice but the lyric is also meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;For those who do not know Chinese, do not worry. I have added pinyin and translation so that it will be easier for you to read it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IbHFFpVfKgM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IbHFFpVfKgM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;稻香&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Dao xiang)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;词：周杰伦&lt;br /&gt;曲：周杰伦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对这个世界如果你有太多的抱怨&lt;br /&gt;dui zhe ge shi jie ru guo ni you tai duo de bao yuan&lt;br /&gt;跌倒了就不敢继续往前走&lt;br /&gt;die dao le jiu bu gan ji xu wang qian zou&lt;br /&gt;为什麼人要这麼的脆弱 堕落&lt;br /&gt;wei shen me ren yao zhe me de cui ruo duo luo&lt;br /&gt;请你打开电视看看&lt;br /&gt;qing ni da kai dian shi kan kan&lt;br /&gt;多少人为生命在努力勇敢的走下去&lt;br /&gt;duo shao ren wei sheng ming zai nu li yong gan de zou xia qu&lt;br /&gt;我们是不是该知足&lt;br /&gt;wo men shi bu shi gai zhi zu&lt;br /&gt;珍惜一切 就算没有拥有&lt;br /&gt;zhen xi yi qie jiu suan mei you yong you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还记得你说家是唯一的城堡&lt;br /&gt;hai ji de ni shuo jia shi wei yi de cheng bao&lt;br /&gt;随著稻香河流继续奔跑&lt;br /&gt;sui zhe dao xiang he liu ji xu ben pao&lt;br /&gt;微微笑 小时候的梦我知道&lt;br /&gt;wei wei xiao xiao shi hou de meng wo zhi dao&lt;br /&gt;不要哭让萤火虫带著你逃跑&lt;br /&gt;bu yao ku rang ying huo chong dai zhe ni tao pao&lt;br /&gt;乡间的歌谣永远的依靠&lt;br /&gt;xiang jian de ge yao yong yuan de yi kao&lt;br /&gt;回家吧 回到最初的美好&lt;br /&gt;hui jia ba hui dao zui chu de mei hao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要这麼容易就想放弃 就像我说的&lt;br /&gt;bu yao zhe me rong yi jiu xiang fang qi jiu xiang wo shuo de&lt;br /&gt;追不到的梦想 换个梦不就得了&lt;br /&gt;zhui bu dao de meng xiang huan ge meng bu jiu de le&lt;br /&gt;为自己的人生鲜艳上色 先把爱涂上喜欢的颜色&lt;br /&gt;wei zi ji de ren sheng xian yan shang se xian ba ai tu shang xi huan de yan se&lt;br /&gt;笑一个吧 功成名就不是目的&lt;br /&gt;xiao yi ge ba gong cheng ming jiu bu shi mu di&lt;br /&gt;让自己快乐快乐这才叫做意义&lt;br /&gt;rang zi ji kuai le kuai le zhe cai jiao zuo yi yi&lt;br /&gt;童年的纸飞机 现在终於飞回我手里&lt;br /&gt;tong nian de zhi fei ji xian zai zhong yu fei hui wo shou li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所谓的那快乐&lt;br /&gt;suo wei de kuai le&lt;br /&gt;赤脚在田里追蜻蜓追到累了&lt;br /&gt;chi jiao zai tian li zhui qing ting zhui dao lei le&lt;br /&gt;偷摘水果被蜜蜂给叮到怕了 谁在偷笑呢&lt;br /&gt;tou zhai shui guo bei mi feng gei ding dao pa le shui zai tou xiao ne&lt;br /&gt;我靠著稻草人吹著风唱著歌睡著了&lt;br /&gt;wo kao zhe dao cao ren chui zhe feng chang zhe ge shui zhao le&lt;br /&gt;哦 哦 午后吉它在虫鸣中更清脆&lt;br /&gt;o o wu hou ji ta zai chong ming zhong geng qing cui&lt;br /&gt;哦 哦 阳光洒在路上就不怕心碎&lt;br /&gt;o o yang guang sa zai lu shang jiu bu pa xin sui&lt;br /&gt;珍惜一切 就算没有拥有&lt;br /&gt;zhen xi yi qie jiu suan mei you yong you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还记得你说家是唯一的城堡&lt;br /&gt;hai ji de ni shuo jia shi wei yi de cheng bao&lt;br /&gt;随著稻香河流继续奔跑&lt;br /&gt;sui zhe dao xiang he liu ji xu ben pao&lt;br /&gt;微微笑 小时候的梦我知道&lt;br /&gt;wei wei xiao xiao shi hou de meng wo zhi dao&lt;br /&gt;不要哭让萤火虫带著你逃跑&lt;br /&gt;bu yao ku rang ying huo chong dai zhe ni tao pao&lt;br /&gt;乡间的歌谣永远的依靠&lt;br /&gt;xiang jian de ge yao yong yuan de yi kao&lt;br /&gt;回家吧 回到最初的美好&lt;br /&gt;hui jia ba hui dao zui chu de mei hao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还记得你说家是唯一的城堡&lt;br /&gt;hai ji de ni shuo jia shi wei yi de cheng bao&lt;br /&gt;随著稻香河流继续奔跑&lt;br /&gt;sui zhe dao xiang he liu ji xu ben pao&lt;br /&gt;微微笑 小时候的梦我知道&lt;br /&gt;wei wei xiao xiao shi hou de meng wo zhi dao&lt;br /&gt;不要哭让萤火虫带著你逃跑&lt;br /&gt;bu yao ku rang ying huo chong dai zhe ni tao pao&lt;br /&gt;乡间的歌谣永远的依靠&lt;br /&gt;xiang jian de ge yao yong yuan de yi kao&lt;br /&gt;回家吧 回到最初的美好&lt;br /&gt;hui jia ba hui dao zui chu de mei hao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation:&lt;br /&gt;If you have too many complaints about this world,&lt;br /&gt;You've fallen down and don't dare to continue forward&lt;br /&gt;Why must you become this weak, this degraded?&lt;br /&gt;Please turn on your TV and see&lt;br /&gt;How many people are struggling to courageously go forward.&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't we be contented with what we have?&lt;br /&gt;Cherish all even if you don't possess it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Still remember when you said home was your only palace.&lt;br /&gt;Running through the fragrant rice fields and flowing rivers,&lt;br /&gt;Happily smiling, I know these childhood dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry.  Let the fireflies take you away,&lt;br /&gt;Leaning forever on the countryside´s ballad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Go back home.  Go back to the initial beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That care-free happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Barefooted in the fields chasing after dragonflies until tired out,&lt;br /&gt;Stealing fruits, making the bees sting until you are frightened.  Who was laughing?&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep resting against the scarecrows blowing in the wind, singing songs.&lt;br /&gt;Wo Wo  In the afternoon the guitar is clearer in the midst of the bugs singing.&lt;br /&gt;Wo Wo  Sunshine spills onto the street, making me not afraid of heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;Cherish it all even if you don't possess it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Still remember when you said home was your only palace.&lt;br /&gt;Running through the fragrant rice fields and flowing rivers,&lt;br /&gt;Happily smiling, I know these childhood dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry.  Let the fireflies take you away,&lt;br /&gt;Leaning forever on the countryside´s ballad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Go back home.  Go back to the initial beauty. (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Translation from: http://i-scribblez.blogspot.com/2008/10/jay-chou-rice-field-fragrance-lyric.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-8427442607094577216?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/8427442607094577216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=8427442607094577216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/8427442607094577216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/8427442607094577216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='稻香'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-707149736058664513</id><published>2008-10-07T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:21:24.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Hi-tech Towel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SOspRW6rW4I/AAAAAAAAAb8/uDTO0zWrmC8/s1600-h/desaru+2008+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SOspRW6rW4I/AAAAAAAAAb8/uDTO0zWrmC8/s400/desaru+2008+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254338768444021634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken at a beach resort in Desaru. I put this in a new post because I think it's worthy of it. Now, can you spot what's wrong with it?? XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-707149736058664513?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/707149736058664513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=707149736058664513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/707149736058664513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/707149736058664513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi-tech-towel.html' title='Hi-tech Towel'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SOspRW6rW4I/AAAAAAAAAb8/uDTO0zWrmC8/s72-c/desaru+2008+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-3049734913589887298</id><published>2008-10-07T16:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:16:18.990+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>To The Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SOsnCkUkvHI/AAAAAAAAAbc/3tf_M-8kZ_Q/s1600-h/DSC00103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SOsnCkUkvHI/AAAAAAAAAbc/3tf_M-8kZ_Q/s400/DSC00103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254336315321007218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally get to go to the beach!! I've been waiting for the day to the beach since the exam week. haha! Sorry roommate, I went without you since it was a sudden plan by my parents. We went to the beach which are very very familiar to us. It was one of the destinations I visited most (after Genting Highland, which remains at the top of my "the place I visited most" list) -- Desaru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always went to Desaru when my dad would borrow tents from his school. I still remembered how the tents are usually 'holey'. Imagine how it's like when it rains... &gt;_&lt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SOsoakAPysI/AAAAAAAAAb0/cJkp_WkDde8/s1600-h/DSC00113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SOsoakAPysI/AAAAAAAAAb0/cJkp_WkDde8/s400/DSC00113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254337827064236738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little hut by the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SOsnDJuR94I/AAAAAAAAAbk/4S6Fi-Iyzq0/s1600-h/DSC00106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SOsnDJuR94I/AAAAAAAAAbk/4S6Fi-Iyzq0/s400/DSC00106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254336325360940930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking out at the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SOsnDNtGHnI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Pa2_bmsrYkk/s1600-h/desaru+2008+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SOsnDNtGHnI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Pa2_bmsrYkk/s400/desaru+2008+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254336326429711986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is just too cute!! Daddy &amp;amp; Mummy playing "Indian dance". XD&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/3832300658886680250-3049734913589887298?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/3049734913589887298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=3049734913589887298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/3049734913589887298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/3049734913589887298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-beach.html' title='To The Beach'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SOsnCkUkvHI/AAAAAAAAAbc/3tf_M-8kZ_Q/s72-c/DSC00103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-1298667079827763445</id><published>2008-09-24T17:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T18:38:00.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><title type='text'>May She Rest in Peace</title><content type='html'>Kulai has made it again... After the 'sekolah bakar' news which had so successfully made it into the headlines of many of national news, hear comes another heart breaking news. Mummy told me this news before the end of the exam. It has been a week and I still couldn't help but sympathize the 16-year-old-girl, Lai Ying Sin (赖映兴） who was murdered. And one of the suspect is only 16-year-old student! And what's more? She is from my former Form 6 school.  Sigh...What has become of Kulai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday when I turn on the TV to watch news or browse through the newspaper, there'll be news on her. Today is the day of her funeral service. It is held in Hainan Association funeral parlour; another familiar place... Poor girl. I just hope her family will get over the grief soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May she rest in peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SNoWmU-B2II/AAAAAAAAAaM/oUcCFzmTuTM/s1600-h/Lai+ying+Xin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SNoWmU-B2II/AAAAAAAAAaM/oUcCFzmTuTM/s320/Lai+ying+Xin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249533163373451394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SNoWmqEgtAI/AAAAAAAAAaU/zXh9TWiJcck/s1600-h/n_21lai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SNoWmqEgtAI/AAAAAAAAAaU/zXh9TWiJcck/s320/n_21lai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249533169037784066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl with looks and brain (she obtained 7As in PMR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SNoWmqEgtAI/AAAAAAAAAaU/zXh9TWiJcck/s1600-h/n_21lai.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SNoWmRiC2jI/AAAAAAAAAaE/TQHBov4yaBc/s1600-h/bg917t03_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SNoWmRiC2jI/AAAAAAAAAaE/TQHBov4yaBc/s320/bg917t03_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249533162450770482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ying Sin at the right of back row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That's my former Math's teacher. (wearing red shirt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h5&gt;Mourners overcome by emotion at Ying Xin's funeral&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;span class="bywho"&gt;Bernama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="printer"&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button BEGIN --&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;addthis_pub  = 'nstonline';&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/152/addthis_widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- AddThis Button END --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KULAI JAYA, WED:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="abstract"&gt; “Jie jie (sister), dont worry and go in peace. May you be happy and have no sorrows in the afterworld. We will still be best friends.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--start pix2 &amp; pix3--&gt; &lt;table align="right" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="3" width="200"&gt;       &lt;/table&gt; &lt;!--end pix2 &amp; pix3--&gt; Those were the grieving words uttered in between sobs by Lee Sher Lin and Chin Hui Ni, both 16, in the eulogy during the funeral service for their best friend Lai Ying Xin, 16, who was kidnapped and murdered on Sept 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both girls could not stop crying as they continued with the eulogy in Mandarin, telling Ying Xin to be strong and promised to take good care of her mother Chia Siew Phen, 45, and her niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their action triggered an emotional outbreak as about 200 family members, friends and teachers who came to pay their last respects also started crying during the funeral service held at Hainan Association funeral parlour here this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere was so somber that even some of the 17 strong-hearted members of the Kulai Brass Band, who were used to playing at funeral services, were overcome by emotion and tears as they were playing their instruments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;!-- start video--&gt; &lt;!-- end video--&gt;   &lt;/center&gt; As if nature itself was overcome by the gloom surrounding the ill-fated remains of Ying Xin, it started raining since the crack of dawn and only eased at about 9.45am to create a more comfortable environment for the funeral service to proceed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It was really a shock for us as we have always kept in touch with each other. We are very sad with her departure,” said Phang Hai Dong, who was Ying Xin's Chinese traditional Yoyo (Che Ling) instructor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phang who regarded Ying Xin as a brilliant girl who always outshone her friends, said she had always made it a point to come to the Chinese Yoyo Association at Minyi Sports Centre to teach the young children, the art of playing yoyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Whenever she had free time, she would come to the association and teach 12-year-old children to play yoyo,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ying Xins friends from Sekolah Menengah Sultan Ibrahim of Kulai were seen hugging and consoling each other after paying their last respects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Ying Xin’s mother, she appeared calm throughout the proceedings, thanking guests for attending her daughter’s funeral service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However when the casket left the parlour, she could not hold back her tears which had started to roll down her cheeks once more, showing her undying motherly love to her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The procession left the parlour at about 10.45am for the Perpetual Memorial Park located about 8km and remains were cremated at about 11.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to her gruesome murder, Ying Xin, a Form Four student of Sekolah Menengah Kebangsaan Sultan Ibrahim, Kulai, was believed to have been kidnapped outside a hypermarket where she worked as a part-time salesgirl, for ransom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, despite the family paying a ransom of RM33,000, she was murdered and her partially-burnt body was found dumped in some bushes in Taman Putri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Police subsequently detained four men aged between 16 and 22 to help facilitate investigations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-1298667079827763445?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/1298667079827763445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=1298667079827763445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/1298667079827763445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/1298667079827763445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/09/may-she-rest-in-peace.html' title='May She Rest in Peace'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SNoWmU-B2II/AAAAAAAAAaM/oUcCFzmTuTM/s72-c/Lai+ying+Xin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-8091327592408711036</id><published>2008-09-24T16:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T16:42:30.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other'/><title type='text'>我的家庭 （欠扁的作文 ）</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I found this e-mail extremely funny. Believe it or not, my reaction is exactly the same as the reaction of the teacher. LOL!!  XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;某天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt; ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;黃淙暐的老師&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt; ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;在課堂上出習題&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;作文名稱：我的家庭&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;" lang="ZH-TW"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;　我出生在一個非常貧苦的家庭，記得小時候，爸爸的生活很無聊，整天只能數錢，媽媽也是，整天都在掃錢。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SNn5hh9ss3I/AAAAAAAAAZM/4IMM6wYq2l0/s1600-h/image001.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SNn5hh9ss3I/AAAAAAAAAZM/4IMM6wYq2l0/s320/image001.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249501195125175154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;我家住在深山中，每次要出去買東西，都相當麻煩，開保時捷要&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; 5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;小時，開賓士也要&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;小時；雖然家裡有直昇機，但是開到那邊很難找到停機位，相當的不方便。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SNn5htyvb7I/AAAAAAAAAZU/PlSy0XlmBWQ/s1600-h/image002.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SNn5htyvb7I/AAAAAAAAAZU/PlSy0XlmBWQ/s320/image002.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249501198300442546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;我偶爾也會出去逛街，爸媽怕我被綁架，隨身有&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;多個保鑣保護著，大家看到我都嚇跑了，所以我從小就開始被排斥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;因為家裡是在深山，每次到了冬天都非常冷，爸爸也說，出去買東西很麻煩，所以冬天沒有暖爐  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;沒有棉被&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;每天只能陪著爸媽燒錢取暖&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;而睡覺的時候，也只能蓋著錢睡覺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;我覺得英鎊比較溫暖&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SNn5hzHolzI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NJzz-cyVlhk/s1600-h/image003.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SNn5hzHolzI/AAAAAAAAAZc/NJzz-cyVlhk/s320/image003.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249501199730251570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;　記得小時候，有一次，因為房間太大，還來不及跑出房間，就尿褲子了。所以，爸爸在我房間放了一台小綿羊機車，好讓我能在  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;分鐘以內，衝出&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;坪的房間，穿越&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;公里的走廊，到達&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;800  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;坪的廁所&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;我常常在走廊迷路&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SNn5iUBEU-I/AAAAAAAAAZk/Fk7lYAN0rdg/s1600-h/image004.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SNn5iUBEU-I/AAAAAAAAAZk/Fk7lYAN0rdg/s320/image004.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249501208561079266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;　爸爸又另外叫人加蓋了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;間&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  600&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;坪裡面有著&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;250 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;坪小廁所的破房間。爸爸說：以後如果尿濕了，直接換房間，如果房間不夠或是太小的話，再告訴爸爸，爸爸再叫人來多蓋幾間，我們的生活很辛苦，你要忍著點！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SNn5it8NMyI/AAAAAAAAAZs/RcOVM8dqc4o/s1600-h/image005.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SNn5it8NMyI/AAAAAAAAAZs/RcOVM8dqc4o/s320/image005.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249501215520011042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;現在想起來，爸爸真是個善良的人！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;　還記得有一次，家裡遭小偷，因為他用炸藥炸壞了我爸的保險箱，使得裡面的金幣不斷的往外滾出來，結果竟把那個小偷壓死了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;我覺得那個小偷好可憐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;金幣壓死人是很痛的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;他不像之前那個被鈔票悶死的小偷一樣幸運。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SNn6PmwHiiI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/uktB4b3KyHk/s1600-h/image006.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SNn6PmwHiiI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/uktB4b3KyHk/s320/image006.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249501986684373538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;媽媽也常常告訴我，我們家生活非常困苦～要我學著吃苦～&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;　所以我從小養成了刻苦耐勞精神，我將來的志願，是要找&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; 200&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;隻會吃錢的怪物，好把家裡的錢都吃光，為那些可憐的小偷報仇！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SNn6P6S6IrI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/gbWb-HRQwNc/s1600-h/image007.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SNn6P6S6IrI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/gbWb-HRQwNc/s320/image007.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249501991930569394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;嘉義市蘭潭國小六年一班黃淙暐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-TW"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" lang="ZH-TW"&gt;老師評語：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:red;"  lang="ZH-TW"&gt;去死啦！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-8091327592408711036?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/8091327592408711036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=8091327592408711036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/8091327592408711036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/8091327592408711036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='我的家庭 （欠扁的作文 ）'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SNn5hh9ss3I/AAAAAAAAAZM/4IMM6wYq2l0/s72-c/image001.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-1923555510489904834</id><published>2008-08-15T15:07:00.030+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T23:37:58.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Reminiscing Sweet Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be apart of a family like mine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; is so divine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; where love is shown&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; hurt is shared&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; our love for each other is never impaired &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; we talk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; we laugh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; we cry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; but we are a family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; and we do it all together&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; for as a family&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; we do it all as one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; you hurt one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; you hurt all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; and as a family unit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; we will all stand tall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; for we are family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; a family full of strength&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; a family full of love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; a family no one can touch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; that' s why I love my family so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*taken from http://www.lovethepoem.com/family-poems/2.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/notebook.swf" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="myid=11800765&amp;amp;path=2008/08/14&amp;amp;mycolor=FF9CC3&amp;amp;mycolor2=AE6BFF&amp;amp;mycolor3=64A1FE&amp;amp;autoplay=true&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=96" name="myflashfetish" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" border="0" height="117" width="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myflashfetish.com/playlist/11800765" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/notebook/tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style: none;" alt="Music" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/notebook/create.gif" title="Create Your Free Playlist!" style="border-style: none;" alt="Playlist" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/ringtones/11800765" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/notebook/ringtones.gif" title="Get Ringtones From This Playlist!" style="border-style: none;" alt="Ringtones" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; 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Current Home)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SKUv9X1kPdI/AAAAAAAAASc/uDcUS3rmiLI/s1600-h/Old+House+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SKUv9X1kPdI/AAAAAAAAASc/uDcUS3rmiLI/s320/Old+House+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234642873305284050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SKUxzcANZCI/AAAAAAAAAS8/2RQtNU1yQi4/s1600-h/siblings+%28chienyi+%26+me%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SKUxzcANZCI/AAAAAAAAAS8/2RQtNU1yQi4/s320/siblings+%28chienyi+%26+me%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234644901648229410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;At the Zoo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SKUzFuD9p_I/AAAAAAAAATk/d-tyM_zR_GE/s1600-h/Zoo+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SKUzFuD9p_I/AAAAAAAAATk/d-tyM_zR_GE/s320/Zoo+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234646315245086706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SKUv-YuqtEI/AAAAAAAAAS0/GgUNM83_VTM/s1600-h/Zoo+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SKUv-YuqtEI/AAAAAAAAAS0/GgUNM83_VTM/s320/Zoo+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234642890724652098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SKUxz6neSEI/AAAAAAAAATM/0vMD5kYzGBU/s1600-h/Zoo+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SKUxz6neSEI/AAAAAAAAATM/0vMD5kYzGBU/s320/Zoo+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234644909865977922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;At Istana Sultan Abu Bakar, JB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SKUx0c3hbvI/AAAAAAAAATU/VXPPFpa_mTY/s1600-h/Istana+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SKUx0c3hbvI/AAAAAAAAATU/VXPPFpa_mTY/s320/Istana+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234644919060098802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SKUx0c3hbvI/AAAAAAAAATU/VXPPFpa_mTY/s1600-h/Istana+1.JPG"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SKUzGbpdZyI/AAAAAAAAAT8/8ShGXzlDsgg/s1600-h/Istana+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SKUzGbpdZyI/AAAAAAAAAT8/8ShGXzlDsgg/s320/Istana+5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234646327481952034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SKU2yPjcZSI/AAAAAAAAAUM/MjFQM5TG4Yo/s1600-h/Istana+7.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SKU2yPjcZSI/AAAAAAAAAUM/MjFQM5TG4Yo/s320/Istana+7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234650378684622114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SKUzF85TqaI/AAAAAAAAATs/86avsb9WXu8/s1600-h/Istana+3.JPG"&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SKUzF85TqaI/AAAAAAAAATs/86avsb9WXu8/s320/Istana+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234646319226923426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SKU2ySMwUXI/AAAAAAAAAUU/fGUv6FJxVBc/s1600-h/Istana+8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 329px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SKU2ySMwUXI/AAAAAAAAAUU/fGUv6FJxVBc/s320/Istana+8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234650379394765170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SKU96fT5wbI/AAAAAAAAAVE/pXf4CSVyHfY/s1600-h/Istana+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SKU96fT5wbI/AAAAAAAAAVE/pXf4CSVyHfY/s320/Istana+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234658216934752690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SKU7ROkMqyI/AAAAAAAAAU8/tyEp_VbSz18/s1600-h/Istana+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SKU7ROkMqyI/AAAAAAAAAU8/tyEp_VbSz18/s320/Istana+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234655309041806114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SKUzG1IkQDI/AAAAAAAAAUE/1LPntfLmkVE/s1600-h/Istana+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SKUzG1IkQDI/AAAAAAAAAUE/1LPntfLmkVE/s320/Istana+6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234646334323310642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JB Beach (Now Danga Bay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SKU2ypL3IzI/AAAAAAAAAUc/zcw_nbukLV0/s1600-h/Istana+9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SKU2ypL3IzI/AAAAAAAAAUc/zcw_nbukLV0/s320/Istana+9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234650385565033266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sentosa, Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SKU2zAjRAzI/AAAAAAAAAUs/L0bVrfcnIzY/s1600-h/Sentosa+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SKU2zAjRAzI/AAAAAAAAAUs/L0bVrfcnIzY/s320/Sentosa+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234650391837213490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLS1tf5N_yI/AAAAAAAAAVU/tHRJVX-7O_E/s1600-h/Sentosa+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 338px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLS1tf5N_yI/AAAAAAAAAVU/tHRJVX-7O_E/s320/Sentosa+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239012059798961954" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLS1syKQbuI/AAAAAAAAAVM/eXSMNFMa1yc/s1600-h/Sentosa+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLS1syKQbuI/AAAAAAAAAVM/eXSMNFMa1yc/s320/Sentosa+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239012047522393826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;At a Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLS6Tg1F8FI/AAAAAAAAAV0/vWQocWVAgTQ/s1600-h/DSC00488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLS6Tg1F8FI/AAAAAAAAAV0/vWQocWVAgTQ/s320/DSC00488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239017110931632210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLS6TxeYskI/AAAAAAAAAV8/RPLxB4OXZTw/s1600-h/DSC00488+%28edit%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLS6TxeYskI/AAAAAAAAAV8/RPLxB4OXZTw/s320/DSC00488+%28edit%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239017115399795266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLS6nYrGfZI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ME7qV1xL3V8/s1600-h/DSC00567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLS6nYrGfZI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ME7qV1xL3V8/s320/DSC00567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239017452339625362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Genting Highland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLS6S2nCY_I/AAAAAAAAAVk/XZloyK4IQWM/s1600-h/Genting+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLS6S2nCY_I/AAAAAAAAAVk/XZloyK4IQWM/s320/Genting+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239017099598390258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLS6SuMaWcI/AAAAAAAAAVc/iaHkeo85xCw/s1600-h/Genting+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLS6SuMaWcI/AAAAAAAAAVc/iaHkeo85xCw/s320/Genting+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239017097339230658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron Highland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLS7_uxkdLI/AAAAAAAAAWk/UmyHkRthLGM/s1600-h/Cameron+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLS7_uxkdLI/AAAAAAAAAWk/UmyHkRthLGM/s320/Cameron+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239018970100823218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLS8xFARz2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/NTcpDQV9F_o/s1600-h/Cameron+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 328px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLS8xFARz2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/NTcpDQV9F_o/s320/Cameron+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239019817881685858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLS8xixBv7I/AAAAAAAAAW0/ALjR1l9WMO0/s1600-h/Cameron+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 328px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLS8xixBv7I/AAAAAAAAAW0/ALjR1l9WMO0/s320/Cameron+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239019825870782386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLS7_aoc8lI/AAAAAAAAAWc/maaX1f0EdyA/s1600-h/Cameron+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLS7_aoc8lI/AAAAAAAAAWc/maaX1f0EdyA/s320/Cameron+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239018964693873234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally we're all adults now... In Sarawak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLS8xziHg3I/AAAAAAAAAW8/eDGrjk5A79U/s1600-h/Sarawak+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLS8xziHg3I/AAAAAAAAAW8/eDGrjk5A79U/s320/Sarawak+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239019830371648370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLS988twSBI/AAAAAAAAAXU/8-ZzPOaLwo4/s1600-h/Sarawak+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLS988twSBI/AAAAAAAAAXU/8-ZzPOaLwo4/s320/Sarawak+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239021121326565394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLS99h3qikI/AAAAAAAAAXk/DXyn7kopxvY/s1600-h/Sarawak+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLS99h3qikI/AAAAAAAAAXk/DXyn7kopxvY/s320/Sarawak+5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239021131300244034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLS99i_7yoI/AAAAAAAAAXs/kl3WzrFBu2E/s1600-h/Sarawak+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLS99i_7yoI/AAAAAAAAAXs/kl3WzrFBu2E/s320/Sarawak+6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239021131603364482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLS9-IIRf1I/AAAAAAAAAX0/F6PUE5xRUMs/s1600-h/Sarawak+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLS9-IIRf1I/AAAAAAAAAX0/F6PUE5xRUMs/s320/Sarawak+7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239021141570453330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miscellany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLTACI-j23I/AAAAAAAAAYM/vv3OekMT3Pc/s1600-h/Daddy+%26+Mummy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLTACI-j23I/AAAAAAAAAYM/vv3OekMT3Pc/s320/Daddy+%26+Mummy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239023409540881266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Daddy &amp;amp; Mummy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLTABfr7XKI/AAAAAAAAAYE/auAWrqPKGNo/s1600-h/chienyi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 340px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLTABfr7XKI/AAAAAAAAAYE/auAWrqPKGNo/s320/chienyi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239023398456876194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;My sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLTABfr7XKI/AAAAAAAAAYE/auAWrqPKGNo/s1600-h/chienyi.JPG"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLS6TBRs4eI/AAAAAAAAAVs/qBs1wP4NNHg/s1600-h/Genting+2+%28aboy%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLS6TBRs4eI/AAAAAAAAAVs/qBs1wP4NNHg/s320/Genting+2+%28aboy%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239017102461690338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;My younger brother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLTABHCTy2I/AAAAAAAAAX8/Y-J6mdSWIlU/s1600-h/Birthday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLTABHCTy2I/AAAAAAAAAX8/Y-J6mdSWIlU/s320/Birthday.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239023391839865698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Birthday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLTADLX18-I/AAAAAAAAAYU/blcH1qp0XqE/s1600-h/Mummy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLTADLX18-I/AAAAAAAAAYU/blcH1qp0XqE/s320/Mummy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239023427363664866" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLTADdpfV4I/AAAAAAAAAYc/GoUdXRi0fkE/s1600-h/Mummy+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLTADdpfV4I/AAAAAAAAAYc/GoUdXRi0fkE/s320/Mummy+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239023432269518722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Mummy when she was young...forever gorgeous...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLTCLDqkXKI/AAAAAAAAAYk/I-Ab05K66Mg/s1600-h/Ms.+Soo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLTCLDqkXKI/AAAAAAAAAYk/I-Ab05K66Mg/s320/Ms.+Soo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239025761756929186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The Little Gift for our piano teacher, Ms. Soo...Thank you so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLTCLqO2jkI/AAAAAAAAAYs/JtpKZxC0u2g/s1600-h/Siblings+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLTCLqO2jkI/AAAAAAAAAYs/JtpKZxC0u2g/s320/Siblings+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239025772109663810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLTCL0B48LI/AAAAAAAAAY0/7m4Vd75mEFk/s1600-h/Siblings+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLTCL0B48LI/AAAAAAAAAY0/7m4Vd75mEFk/s320/Siblings+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239025774739648690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The three little 'pig'...forever siblings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;K &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; 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&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLT0Q02fNDI/AAAAAAAAAZE/zZI3aA-T9pA/s1600-h/love+emoticon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SLT0Q02fNDI/AAAAAAAAAZE/zZI3aA-T9pA/s320/love+emoticon.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239080836440994866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;U &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-1923555510489904834?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/1923555510489904834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=1923555510489904834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/1923555510489904834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/1923555510489904834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-be-apart-of-family-like-mine-is-so.html' title='Reminiscing Sweet Memories'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SKUv83IgZ1I/AAAAAAAAASU/rfnWDjQ4oFg/s72-c/New+Year+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-5701570039686689868</id><published>2008-08-11T14:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:56:41.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Yummy Steamboat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SJ_hMH3kElI/AAAAAAAAASM/t5ylzGJ67ro/s1600-h/steamboat+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SJ_hMH3kElI/AAAAAAAAASM/t5ylzGJ67ro/s320/steamboat+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233148890414584402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Although short, this trip home has been quite enjoyable. Daddy decided to treat me steamboat in Skudai as a reward for securing a place into the Dean List. Yummy steamboat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can remember is eat, eat and eat!! hahaha!! But hey!! How can I stop myself from devouring all the food?? I believe you won't hesitate to gobble down all the food too if it was you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I was so engrossed in the food I kept letting  the  pieces of meat on the hot pan burned. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our last round, we helped ourselves to a few servings of ice cream. If only there are more chocolate ice cream then I could've eaten more. A pity there's only vanilla ice cream left. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not put up any pictures of the steamboat. Too busy eating until I forgot to snap a picture of the steamboat. Have to google search for one instead. Well, I'll just have to make do with it. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-5701570039686689868?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/5701570039686689868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=5701570039686689868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/5701570039686689868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/5701570039686689868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/08/yummy-steamboat.html' title='Yummy Steamboat'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SJ_hMH3kElI/AAAAAAAAASM/t5ylzGJ67ro/s72-c/steamboat+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-5087604754160953609</id><published>2008-08-06T19:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T19:59:29.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><title type='text'>Dustbin Fight</title><content type='html'>It sounds silly but it is not us who initiate this.  Fion came to my room this morning to tell us that our dustbin has been switched by our next door neighbours. They are taking our dustbin while we use their 'holey' one. This is not the first time they switched the dustbins. Fion said it has already happened for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime they took our dustbin, Fion would try to retrieve it but it still always ended up next door. Worse still, one of the liquid paper-marked house number has been blotted out using blue ink and changed to their house number(other house numbers that has been marked by Fion are still visible).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate and I were annoyed when we heard the news so we decided to re-mark our dustbin using paint. We drew 3 huge 'XXX' (okay...can't let you know where's my house, can I? XD Anyway, it's a 3-digit): 2 at the side of the dustbin and 1 at the bottom. The numbers are so huge you can see it from afar. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought they would not dare to steal our dustbin this time BUT oh my, how WRONG are we!!!! It's not even half a day and the dustbin has been switched AGAIN. They are not even bothered by the numbers marked on the dustbin.  HOW OUTRAGEOUS CAN THIS BE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they buy a new dustbin if theirs is broken? Why do they have to behave like some uncivilised and childish people? Taking other people's dustbin isn't the best solution to their problem. Or maybe they just want to show the others how thick their faces are. Sigh... What has the world become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We switched back the dustbins. I certainly hope they won't take our dustbin again. If they did, we're determined to play with them (if that's what they want). Let's see how many times they want to play in a day. We did nothing wrong. The dustbin is ours. Proof? Anyone who's not blind can see the numbers on the dustbin and tell you it is ours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-5087604754160953609?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/5087604754160953609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=5087604754160953609' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/5087604754160953609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/5087604754160953609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/08/dustbin-fight.html' title='Dustbin Fight'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-4892556020947880240</id><published>2008-07-27T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T01:32:57.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>See No Evil, Speak No Evil, Hear No Evil</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHHhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...... Something &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fishy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s going on here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SIhijufDBFI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/74rAjkoxzxc/s1600-h/DSC00412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SIhijufDBFI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/74rAjkoxzxc/s200/DSC00412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226535733476656210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it???? Want to know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;what are we &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SIhij9VqauI/AAAAAAAAAQY/TzGurHmQ00I/s1600-h/DSC00382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SIhij9VqauI/AAAAAAAAAQY/TzGurHmQ00I/s200/DSC00382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226535737463827170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohohoho!!! Patient....Scroll &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;doooowwnnnn&lt;/span&gt; and the secret will be revealed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;WAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SIhikAlN8TI/AAAAAAAAAQg/mpcGKrKkXrc/s1600-h/DSC00392+%28edit%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SIhikAlN8TI/AAAAAAAAAQg/mpcGKrKkXrc/s200/DSC00392+%28edit%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226535738334376242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The long-awaited blogosphere premier of...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*DRUM ROLLS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*TA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;"See No Evil, Speak No Evil, Hear No Evil!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SIh-5FUVsKI/AAAAAAAAAQo/-L1bnKSXIt4/s1600-h/DSC00112+%28edit%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SIh-5FUVsKI/AAAAAAAAAQo/-L1bnKSXIt4/s400/DSC00112+%28edit%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226566886708588706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Giant    : What do you wanna show me?? I can't see !! See??!!! I can't see!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Vivien  : MMMMMMM!!!!   *muffled by her own palms*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jeannie: HUH?!! WHAT?!!! CAN'T HEAR YOU!!! SPEAK LOUDER!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SIh-5VSu0QI/AAAAAAAAAQw/gJWZzcglkts/s1600-h/DSC00114+%28edit%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SIh-5VSu0QI/AAAAAAAAAQw/gJWZzcglkts/s400/DSC00114+%28edit%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226566890996814082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Giant    : Let me use my super-duper-hand-binoculars so that I can see clearly... you know..with eyes as old as mine, it's hard to see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Vivien   : BluuueeeeeeeeeeKKKKKKKK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jeannie : I'M SORRY BUT I STILL CANNOT HEAR YOU!!! *evil grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SIh-5mbkRiI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2Kj6PoBVJlU/s1600-h/DSC00117+%28edit%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SIh-5mbkRiI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2Kj6PoBVJlU/s400/DSC00117+%28edit%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226566895597274658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Giant     : Giant can still be very cool at this ol' age...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Vivien   : No time... *lick*....to talk... *lick*... to you... *lick*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jeannie : *LOUD MUSIC* I still can't hear a sound... weird... *shrug*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BEHIND THE SCENE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SIiAuIsveZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ycFl2Ta_euU/s1600-h/DSC00115+%28edit%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SIiAuIsveZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ycFl2Ta_euU/s400/DSC00115+%28edit%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226568897660942738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Giant     : WHY do you KEEP asking me to SEE...I can't SEE a thing!!! Haih...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Vivien   : Shhhh....I think I can hear the candy talk..........Argh! Don't care! No matter what I'm still gonna EAT you! Muahahahahahahahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jeannie : WAIT!!! I CAN'T HEAR THE INSTRUCTIONS!!! WHAT DITCHA SAY???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE CASTS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;"C"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;reative 3)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SIiAGSvhDuI/AAAAAAAAARI/i0R317TQmLo/s1600-h/DSC00119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SIiAGSvhDuI/AAAAAAAAARI/i0R317TQmLo/s400/DSC00119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226568213162168034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Irene&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"C"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;hen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Vivien  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"C"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jeannie&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"C"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;hin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Director :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Irene &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;"C"&lt;/span&gt;hen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Photographer : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Irene Hiew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Please visit :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alirenec.blogspot.com/"&gt;Irene's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viviennevvt.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vivien's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-4892556020947880240?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/4892556020947880240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=4892556020947880240' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/4892556020947880240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/4892556020947880240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/07/see-no-evil-speak-no-evil-hear-no-evil.html' title='See No Evil, Speak No Evil, Hear No Evil'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SIhijufDBFI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/74rAjkoxzxc/s72-c/DSC00412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-3156530137235592789</id><published>2008-07-25T14:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T14:31:19.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><title type='text'>The  "C"  Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SIlxomYtmxI/AAAAAAAAARw/XP9KyYIaNQ4/s1600-h/CREATIVE+BUNCH+%28edit%29.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SIlxomYtmxI/AAAAAAAAARw/XP9KyYIaNQ4/s400/CREATIVE+BUNCH+%28edit%29.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226833784853076754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;PREMIER ON SUNDAY, 27TH JULY 2008!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-3156530137235592789?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/3156530137235592789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=3156530137235592789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/3156530137235592789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/3156530137235592789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/07/premier-on-sunday-27th-july-2008_25.html' title='The  &quot;C&quot; 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width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SHynxpD4KSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/YM4OhCXfSfA/s400/30+hour+famine-small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223234139120478498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SHynx19KylI/AAAAAAAAAPI/jtVdKbuJvuM/s1600-h/30+hour+famine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 447px; height: 133px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SHynx19KylI/AAAAAAAAAPI/jtVdKbuJvuM/s400/30+hour+famine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223234142582000210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 1 billion children are living in extreme poverty. They have no access to food, clean water, shelter, medication and education. The 30-Hour Famine is a tangible way for us to help these children and tell them that Malaysian care for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Does It Work?&lt;br /&gt;26 Hours + 4 Hours = 30-Hour Famine.&lt;br /&gt;For 26 hours, we fast and learn about global poverty issue through games activities and videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last 4 hours are spent at a star-studded Famine Countdown event at the National Hockey Stadium, Bukit Jalil, where we break fast together with thousands of DIY Famine campers from every corner of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Can I Get Involved?&lt;br /&gt;- Join us: Sign up now as a DIY Famine camper!&lt;br /&gt;- Donate: Individual donations and corporate sponsorships&lt;br /&gt;            are welcome.&lt;br /&gt;- Volunteer: Help make our DIY 30-Hour Famine a reality.&lt;br /&gt;- Spread the word: Send this to a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information about the 30-Hour Famine, please visit www.worldvision.com.my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host: World Vision&lt;br /&gt;Time: Saturday, 23rd August 2008 (10 a.m.) - Sunday, 24th August 2008 (4 p.m.)&lt;br /&gt;Venue: 26 hrs in PD011 (UTAR PJ Campus) + 4 hrs in National Hockey Stadium, Bukit Jalil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A World Fit For Children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ZlZwZ6s3JM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ZlZwZ6s3JM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10-Year Famine Flashback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7cJz43gAlHQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7cJz43gAlHQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30 Hour Famine 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8MMqXwno6aI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8MMqXwno6aI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Message From Michael Wong 光良, 30-Hour Famine Ambassador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n8z8BGEyM8E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n8z8BGEyM8E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Intro to DIY 30-Hour Famine 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LbOZ8YU134w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LbOZ8YU134w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;World Vision Malaysia 30-Hour Famine Theme Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MUAfBTSYVog&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MUAfBTSYVog&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&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/3832300658886680250-5321111067405482004?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/5321111067405482004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=5321111067405482004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/5321111067405482004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/5321111067405482004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/07/30-hour-famine-camp-30.html' title='30 Hour Famine Camp 饥饿30'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SHynxpD4KSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/YM4OhCXfSfA/s72-c/30+hour+famine-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-1914201252361549020</id><published>2008-07-10T00:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T01:18:16.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>Flowers by The Road Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Have you always been too busy to really take in your surroundings? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;If your answer is yes, then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;slow down your pace.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You will be surprise to see how wonderful the little things around you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;be.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Even the smallest thing (e.g. flowers by the road side) can brighten up your day! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SHTvLuVjrCI/AAAAAAAAAO4/gCzbXeID5_w/s1600-h/white+flower+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SHTvLuVjrCI/AAAAAAAAAO4/gCzbXeID5_w/s400/white+flower+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221060852725296162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Taken at Jaya One.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;*How many people passes these delicate white flowers everyday?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;And how many of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;actually stop in their tracks and appreciate them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;If they did, they might be amazed by its beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SHTvLOUZ_hI/AAAAAAAAAOo/CBczg0YTiv0/s1600-h/DSC00302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SHTvLOUZ_hI/AAAAAAAAAOo/CBczg0YTiv0/s400/DSC00302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221060844130532882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Taken at a bus stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SHTvLU3uYFI/AAAAAAAAAOw/n--GWeRl96c/s1600-h/DSC00303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SHTvLU3uYFI/AAAAAAAAAOw/n--GWeRl96c/s400/DSC00303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221060845889282130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-1914201252361549020?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/1914201252361549020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=1914201252361549020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/1914201252361549020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/1914201252361549020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/07/flowers-by-road.html' title='Flowers by The Road Side'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SHTvLuVjrCI/AAAAAAAAAO4/gCzbXeID5_w/s72-c/white+flower+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-2584411792372030117</id><published>2008-07-03T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:20:14.425+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><title type='text'>Cultural Performances</title><content type='html'>Malam Muhibah dan Kebudayaan Sempena Ulang Tahun ke-20&lt;br /&gt;Penubuhan Pusat Kebudayaan Soka Gakkai Malaysia (SGM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date    : 21 June 2008 (Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;Time   : 7.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Venue : Pusat Kebudayaan  SGM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make it short. I'll use only two words to describe how I enjoy the event: Great work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it for your self! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SGzEG0ERmlI/AAAAAAAAAK0/p5trGcgZJIU/s1600-h/DSC00179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SGzEG0ERmlI/AAAAAAAAAK0/p5trGcgZJIU/s320/DSC00179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218761689550395986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the crowd??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SGzEHJBbXjI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4ooCjynP60s/s1600-h/DSCF1240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SGzEHJBbXjI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4ooCjynP60s/s320/DSCF1240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218761695175597618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SGzEHJBbXjI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4ooCjynP60s/s1600-h/DSCF1240.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SGzEHSRKl7I/AAAAAAAAALE/j1orujf1H-E/s1600-h/DSCF1242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SGzEHSRKl7I/AAAAAAAAALE/j1orujf1H-E/s320/DSCF1242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218761697657526194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SGzEHnyVAfI/AAAAAAAAALM/jTVlnp_c6j8/s1600-h/DSCF1256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SGzEHnyVAfI/AAAAAAAAALM/jTVlnp_c6j8/s320/DSCF1256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218761703433765362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Familiar huh? I play this game when I was in primary school! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SGzEH1DwGBI/AAAAAAAAALU/dXCRaZt6GSc/s1600-h/DSCF1270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SGzEH1DwGBI/AAAAAAAAALU/dXCRaZt6GSc/s320/DSCF1270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218761706996504594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SGzHcRR9tVI/AAAAAAAAALc/ZUxHmvsV9Fo/s1600-h/DSCF1280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SGzHcRR9tVI/AAAAAAAAALc/ZUxHmvsV9Fo/s320/DSCF1280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218765356704576850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SGzRQIqNxkI/AAAAAAAAAN8/0VuYufsQCYM/s1600-h/DSC00279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SGzRQIqNxkI/AAAAAAAAAN8/0VuYufsQCYM/s320/DSC00279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218776143348221506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SGzRQRGJgaI/AAAAAAAAAOE/XBfVBWYbNEM/s1600-h/DSC00282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SGzRQRGJgaI/AAAAAAAAAOE/XBfVBWYbNEM/s320/DSC00282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218776145612865954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3832300658886680250-2584411792372030117?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/2584411792372030117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=2584411792372030117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/2584411792372030117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/2584411792372030117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/07/cultural-performances.html' title='Cultural Performances'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SGzEG0ERmlI/AAAAAAAAAK0/p5trGcgZJIU/s72-c/DSC00179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-6153831685262460518</id><published>2008-07-02T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:25:46.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Bangau Oh Bangau</title><content type='html'>I went for a workshop last Sunday. I can't say I agree with everything the lecturer said but I do like how he uses this traditional Malay song to remind us not to blame others for being lazy or for what happen to us.  According to him, when something undesirable turns out, it is due to what we have done. It is not because of others.  So, "Stop Bangau-ing!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like him now. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie...Now about the song. I remember singing this song when I was in primary school.  I remember how I need to catch my breath every time I sang this super long song. I remember trying to catch up with the Malay words. But now I come to think of it, it's actually a very nice song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that the lyrics portray how everyone is blaming each other for something that does not turn out as what they want it to be. I think that's the reason the lecturer take this song as a reminder for all of us to "Stop Bangau-ing". Yea...remember that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bangau Oh Bangau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bangau oh bangau,&lt;br /&gt;kenapa engkau kurus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macam-mana aku tak kurus,&lt;br /&gt;ikan tak mahu timbul - ikan tak mahu timbul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ikan oh ikan,&lt;br /&gt;kenapa engkau tak timbul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macam-mana aku nak timbul,&lt;br /&gt;rumput panjang sangat - rumput panjang sangat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rumput oh rumput,&lt;br /&gt;kenapa engkau panjang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macam-mana aku tak panjang,&lt;br /&gt;kerbau tak makan aku - kerbau tak makan aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerbau oh kerbau,&lt;br /&gt;kenapa tak makan rumput?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macam-mana aku nak makan,&lt;br /&gt;perut aku sakit - perut aku sakit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perut oh perut,&lt;br /&gt;kenapa engkau sakit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macam-mana aku tak sakit,&lt;br /&gt;makan nasi mentah - makan nasi mentah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nasi oh nasi,&lt;br /&gt;kenapa engkau mentah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macam-mana aku tak mentah,&lt;br /&gt;api tak mahu menyala - api tak mahu menyala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;api oh api,&lt;br /&gt;kenapa engkau tak mahu menyala?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macam-mana aku nak menyala,&lt;br /&gt;kayu api basah - kayu api basah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayu oh kayu,&lt;br /&gt;kenapa engkau basah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macam-mana aku tak basah,&lt;br /&gt;hujan timpa aku - hujan timpa aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hujan oh hujan,&lt;br /&gt;kenapa timpa kayu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macam-mana aku tak timpa,&lt;br /&gt;katak panggil aku - katak panggil aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katak oh katak,&lt;br /&gt;kenapa panggil hujan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macam-mana aku tak panggil,&lt;br /&gt;ular nak makan aku - ular nak makan aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ular oh ular,&lt;br /&gt;kenapa nak makan katak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macam-mana aku tak makan,&lt;br /&gt;memang makanan aku - memang makanan aku!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-6153831685262460518?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/6153831685262460518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=6153831685262460518' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/6153831685262460518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/6153831685262460518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/07/bangau-oh-bangau.html' title='Bangau Oh Bangau'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-266013864067538701</id><published>2008-06-21T12:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T12:50:59.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter Prequel</title><content type='html'>J.K. Rowling's 800-word prequel featuring  James Potter and Sirius Black was sold at a charity auction for £25,000 early last week. It is reported that over 70,000 people visited Waterstones.com during the first 20 hours the prequel was released online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail all Harry Potter fans!Read the prequel &lt;a href="http://www.waterstoneswys.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; now!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-266013864067538701?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/266013864067538701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=266013864067538701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/266013864067538701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/266013864067538701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/06/harry-potter-prequel.html' title='Harry Potter Prequel'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-8767917231332239387</id><published>2008-06-12T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:31:52.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Tonight I Feel Close To You</title><content type='html'>I simply love this song!! Will love it forever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sp92Z-aGDqY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sp92Z-aGDqY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border-collapse: collapse;" id="table1" bordercolorlight="#ECEBF1" bordercolordark="#E9DFD1" border="0" bordercolor="#c0c0c0" cellpadding="0" width="182"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bordercolor="#C0C0C0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lb.lyricsdownload.com/2/fla/2.2.swf?passid=1360272-13161264&amp;amp;testopos=center&amp;amp;p_varlista=1&amp;amp;ida=&amp;amp;colT=FFCC33&amp;amp;colF=111111&amp;amp;colL=EEEEEE&amp;amp;aphF=80&amp;amp;sizF=9&amp;amp;spdS=1&amp;amp;bkgI=insert%20url%20image&amp;amp;txtT=tonight%20i%20feel%20close%20to%20you&amp;amp;themerq=1&amp;amp;themeLy=92" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" wmode="transparent" name="lyricsbox20" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="200" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="19"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blogger.com/kurai-mai-lyrics.html"&gt;Kurai Mai Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-8767917231332239387?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/8767917231332239387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=8767917231332239387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/8767917231332239387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/8767917231332239387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/06/tonight-i-feel-close-to-you.html' title='Tonight I Feel Close To You'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-9127088250261471084</id><published>2008-06-08T11:46:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T12:37:03.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Women vs. Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;CY: Mummy, why don't you give birth to another boy? So that aboy (my bro) won't be influenced too much by us girls. Haha!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;(We always said our bro looks girlish due to our influence which is not true. He's not girlish but we still love to tease him. :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;JY: Yalor...hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Mummy: Aiyo... didn't you get my point of having 3 females and 2 males at home?? You see huh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;(saying out loud)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;who agree that men should do all the household chores?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;(CY, JY and Mummy's hands shot up except the 2 guys who sweat...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Mummy: See?? Majority wins. We always win! *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-9127088250261471084?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/9127088250261471084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=9127088250261471084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/9127088250261471084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/9127088250261471084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/06/cy-mummy-why-dont-you-give-birth-to.html' title='Women vs. Men'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-7538933502598663682</id><published>2008-06-04T11:29:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T12:48:08.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Rainy Days and Fast Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It's been quite a wet week with pouring rain almost every evening or night. I've never really love rain because of the dullness it brings. Well, maybe not 'never' but I seldom like rainy days...except of course, I want to visit slumber land or that I'm feeling 'artistic' (sometimes I like to look at the irregular lines of water sliding down windows or the flashes of lightning across the sky, lighting up the whole dark horizon).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Anyway, after class on Monday (thanks to T1, we T2 have a better timetable XD), Sarah, Ju and I decided to go to Section 14. Our first stop is Public Bank since our main purpose is to accompany Sarah to the bank to pay her school fees. As expected, it was raining quite heavily. Due to this reason, Ju suggested we have our lunch somewhere nearby; by that, it means either MC D or Pizza Hut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;We were deeply engaged in conversation on fast food and other types of food when the corners of my eyes caught a familiar silhouette... It's Dr.Carmen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;We went over to the other side of the bank and greeted her. She was with her boyfriend. After a brief talk, we resume our seats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;S: Eh...Do you think she heard us talking about fast food huh? Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;J: No kua... She's on the other side of the bank...so far...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(Sarah left her seat and headed towards the counter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Ju: Eh...Imagine we were in MC D and we were just about to bite a burger when Dr.Carmen pass by and saw us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(She moved her hands as if she was holding an invisible burger. The imaginary burger stopped before entering her mouth. The face was of shocking expression... like the picture below...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SEYVyHZxIRI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NHA21vMzUAU/s1600-h/Ju+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SEYVyHZxIRI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NHA21vMzUAU/s320/Ju+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207873969825325330" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Both of us laughed out loud. Thats Ju...Always funny and dramatic! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/3832300658886680250-7538933502598663682?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/7538933502598663682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=7538933502598663682' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/7538933502598663682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/7538933502598663682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/06/rainy-days-and-fast-food.html' title='Rainy Days and Fast Food'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SEYVyHZxIRI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NHA21vMzUAU/s72-c/Ju+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-2409188301063346880</id><published>2008-05-28T20:56:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:09:03.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><title type='text'>Chinese Banana?! !</title><content type='html'>Definition of Chinese Banana:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urban Dictionary-                        An &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Asian-American&lt;/span&gt; who has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lost their heritage&lt;/span&gt;. Yellow on the outside, white on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=chinese+bananas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiktionary- &lt;span class="ib-brac"&gt;&lt;span class="qualifier-brac"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ib-content"&gt;&lt;span class="qualifier-content"&gt;mildly pejorative&lt;span class="ib-comma"&gt;&lt;span class="qualifier-comma"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; slang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ib-brac"&gt;&lt;span class="qualifier-brac"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A person, especially a woman, of Asian descent, especially a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinese American&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, who has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;assimilated into Western culture&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;married a Caucasian&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Racial Slur Database- An &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asian-American&lt;/span&gt; who has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lost their heritage&lt;/span&gt;. Yellow on the outside, white on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;http://gyral.blackshell.com/names.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goingbananas.org- Banana, &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: black; background-color: rgb(160, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the unlikely  event that you’re not aware of its new metaphorical meaning, describes  Asians (not necessarily Chinese&lt;span style="color: black; background-color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I think) who culturally are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no longer  exclusively Asian&lt;/span&gt;. Having &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;absorbed an unspecified degree of the culture  known as European&lt;/span&gt; for want of a better word, they are said  to be, like the banana &lt;span style="color: black; background-color: rgb(160, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, yellow on the outside and white on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;http://209.85.175.104/search?q=cache:0DDNxknUAaEJ:www.goingbananas.org.nz/PDF/IB_Brians_Column.doc+definition+of+banana+chinese&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;ct=clnk&amp;amp;cd=59&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, see the above criteria and tell me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;part&lt;/span&gt; of definition above describes ME as a Chinese banana?! I'll argue with anyone who said I'm a banana because:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; an Asian American nor Chinese American&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; lost my heritage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; really assimilated into the Western culture. I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;read Chinese books&lt;/span&gt; (mostly by Jin Yong 金庸 which uses&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Traditional Chinese&lt;/span&gt;), &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;read Chinese newspapers&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;listen to Chinese songs&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;watch Chinese dramas&lt;/span&gt; and most importantly &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SPEAK Mandarin&lt;/span&gt; (it's my mother tongue and I can say I'm quite &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fluent&lt;/span&gt; in Mandarin. Yes! More fluent than English!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me why you think I'm a banana? If I am one, then you are too!!!&lt;br /&gt;My roommate said I'm half a banana because I have better knowledge of English. What the heck! If I'm a banana because of THAT then everyone IS a BANANA because everyone knows English (including you)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then pointed out my English is better than her so I'm a banana and she's not. Okie...Although my English is better than her but her English is better than somebody else. So can I say she is also a banana too?! Can I?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm a banana just because I'm taking English course, then what am I before I take this course? Would YOU say YOU ARE a banana too because you study English in your primary and secondary school?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm not from Chinese primary school. So what? I can still speak Mandarin fluently! My sister is NOT from Chinese primary school too but her Chinese is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BETTER&lt;/span&gt; than those from Chinese school. If those who are not from Chinese school can beat those from Chinese school, would you still call them Banana? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So call yourself a banana&lt;/span&gt;! It's a shame!  Mandarin has always been my mother tongue. So if I can speak Mandarin fluently and still being called a banana, then what are you? Also a Banana?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a banana because I read lots of English books? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WATCH A LOT OF ENGLISH MOVIES TOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Obviously, I am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a Chinese Banana! Mandarin has always been my mother tongue. In fact, I think it's quite &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;RUDE&lt;/span&gt; to call people a banana. I've never been called a banana before I came to UTAR. I don't know why I AM consider one here in PJ. Think for yourself! I'm of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; difference from you all! If I am a banana, then &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO ARE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yes! I'm quite pissed off while writing this blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-2409188301063346880?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/2409188301063346880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=2409188301063346880' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/2409188301063346880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/2409188301063346880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/05/chinese-banana.html' title='Chinese Banana?! !'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-6874799820181814939</id><published>2008-05-16T18:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T19:48:15.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><title type='text'>Fact or Myth?</title><content type='html'>Get your facts right before believing in rumours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;RUMOUR 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description: Coke+ mentos = coke eruption&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact or myth: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FACT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SC1mkgUT8bI/AAAAAAAAAJs/LSLE0yfIgpQ/s1600-h/400px-Diet_Coke_Mentos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SC1mkgUT8bI/AAAAAAAAAJs/LSLE0yfIgpQ/s320/400px-Diet_Coke_Mentos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200925922019242418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explanation:&lt;br /&gt;Water molecules strongly attract each other, linking together to form a tight mesh around each bubble of carbon dioxide gas in the soda. To form a new bubble, water molecules must push away from one another. It takes extra energy to break this surface tension . So, in other words, water resists the expansion of bubbles in the soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When mentos is dropped into the coke, the gelatin and gum arabic of Mentos break the surface tension. This disrupts the water mesh, so that it takes less work to expand and form new bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each Mentos candy has thousands of tiny pits all over the surface. These tiny pits are called nucleation sites - perfect places for carbon dioxide bubbles to form. As soon as the Mentos hit the soda, bubbles form all over the surface of the candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mentos quickly sink to the bottom, causing carbon dioxide to be released by the carbonated liquid with which they come into contact along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: http://www.stevespanglerscience.com/experiment/00000109&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;RUMOUR 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Description: Mentos and coke consumed together resulted in ruptured stomach. (This is an EXTREMELY POPULAR myth that has been sent to me several times but dear friends, it is a MYTH!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact or myth:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MYTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SC1ofwUT8dI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OHlXzcCCOqQ/s1600-h/coke%2Bmentos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SC1ofwUT8dI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OHlXzcCCOqQ/s320/coke%2Bmentos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200928039438119378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Explanation:&lt;br /&gt;When we drink Coke, the high temperature in the mouth causes the release of carbon dioxide . Thus, there is only a small amount of carbon dioxide left to be released when Mentos is added.  This tiny amount of CO2 will be released later through a burp.  There goes all the CO2!! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;RUMOUR 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description: A tooth left in a glass of  Coca-cola  for 10 days will dissolve into nothing. (due to the acidity of coke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact or myth: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MYTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explanation:&lt;br /&gt;Although the acidity of a coke is stronger than that of a vinegar, it is still not strong enough to dissolve a tooth TOTALLY in 10 days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An experiment has been conducted where a tooth is soaked in a glass of coke for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt; days- double the days as stated in the rumour. The tooth is still much intact after 20 days. This busted the rumour that coke can dissolve a tooth in 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SC1xnAUT8hI/AAAAAAAAAKc/639DX6xM0xc/s1600-h/soda+drink+tooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 138px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SC1xnAUT8hI/AAAAAAAAAKc/639DX6xM0xc/s320/soda+drink+tooth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200938059596821010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soda drink. (-0.18g)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SC1xnAUT8iI/AAAAAAAAAKk/2VxHjI9Cgv8/s1600-h/cokewithoutbubbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SC1xnAUT8iI/AAAAAAAAAKk/2VxHjI9Cgv8/s320/cokewithoutbubbles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200938059596821026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coke without bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SC1wjAUT8gI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ST99lEJQSy4/s1600-h/coke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SC1wjAUT8gI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ST99lEJQSy4/s320/coke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200936891365716482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coke (-0.25g)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;* Anything acidity still can decay our teeth although it might not totally dissolve them. Hence, it is better to not drink too much Coca-cola! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3832300658886680250-6874799820181814939?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/6874799820181814939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=6874799820181814939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/6874799820181814939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/6874799820181814939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/05/fact-or-myths.html' title='Fact or Myth?'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SC1mkgUT8bI/AAAAAAAAAJs/LSLE0yfIgpQ/s72-c/400px-Diet_Coke_Mentos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-6799775140626662911</id><published>2008-05-13T14:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T14:57:56.497+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>Tagged!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;1. What disappoints you the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What disappoints me most??Oh sorry...I'm supposed to answer question. Haha! erm...When things doesn't turn out as expected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;2. Where will you go if someone sponsors you a tour ticket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;That's hard!! Let it be either England, Australia, France, Holand, Switzerland, America, Iceland, Finland, New Zealand,.. oh my!! There are so many to name! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;3. What's your favorite thing to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;4. Do you think money can buy happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;To a certain extent,yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;5. If you can have one dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Everyone happy and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;6. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Not sure... test me,anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;7. What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Family and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;8. If you win $1 million, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Another question with multi answers..haha! Let me see...save, travel, buy books, charity, give some to my parents, my education, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;9. What is the most embarrassing thing that happened to you recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Recently? Hmm...I remembered wrongly the time of my lessons and turned up in class at the wrong time twice. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;10. Give a reason why you want to die ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Can't find the answer to this, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What makes you happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Being with my family makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;12. what have you wished most recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I just had my birthday wishes a few days ago...lol! I wish that everyone will be happy and healthy always. And what you all wish for will come true! Nice ler~haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;13. What is your ambition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;It's ever changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;14. If you could have a superpower, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;For the moment, to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;love ( every type of love you can think of)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;16. What do you do when you're alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Reading, watching tv, sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;17. If you have a chance, which part of your character would you like to change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I've been very forgetful recently so I would like to change that.lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;18. Which one do you prefer: People who are over-friendly and those who hates socialising?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who are over-friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;19. What is your least favourite animal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferocious-looking animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;20. What is your ultimate addiction?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: Remove 1 question from above, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 5 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ish...You've tagged almost everyone in class!! Who am I suppose to tag now?!! Let me see who else in blogspot can I tag...&lt;br /&gt;1. KahJoon! (I don't have any choices, KJ. Viv tagged all of our classmates in blogspot except u.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Jonathan Chu ( sorry... There's no one else I could tag)&lt;br /&gt;3. Anyone who wants to be tagged!&lt;br /&gt;4. Anyone at all!&lt;br /&gt;5. Anyone! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I almost tag our class blog! If I did, that means you have to do it,viv! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-6799775140626662911?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/6799775140626662911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=6799775140626662911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/6799775140626662911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/6799775140626662911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/05/tagged.html' title='Tagged!!'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-2980403010646451433</id><published>2008-05-10T15:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T16:09:16.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><title type='text'>Flogos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SCVQp9jWv-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/pZpEFQI8OjA/s1600-h/sky-logo-192_668718e.jpg"&gt;                                                   &lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SCVQp9jWv-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/pZpEFQI8OjA/s320/sky-logo-192_668718e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198650026696818658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what it is? A bird? Of course not! Balloon? No!!UFO?? Certainly not!! No idea? Haha! It's a flogo! (flying logo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a brilliant idea of a company who actually makes "cloud" in the shape of, well, anything!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flogos are actually a mixture of soap-based foams and gases such as helium (so that it is lighter than the air). It is a modified version of artificial snow where artificial snow machines are used to generate flogos as a new type of ads- floating ads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An artificial snow machine can generate one flogo every 15 seconds. Pretty fast huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can generally float up to the height of 90-150 meters and can last for a few minutes to an hour depending on the conditions in the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inventors claimed that flogos are environmental friendly as the soap used are derived from plants and that eventually the flogos would just evaporate without a trace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, flogos will not pose any dangers to airplanes because flogos are like clouds. Airplanes flying through a flogo would be like "flying through clouds".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative isn't it? So if you happen to see a flogo one day, don't mistake it as a UFO or a balloon! It's a flying ad! A flogo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SCVXVNjWv_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/BZviI12XVsQ/s1600-h/flogos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SCVXVNjWv_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/BZviI12XVsQ/s320/flogos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198657366795927538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3832300658886680250-2980403010646451433?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/2980403010646451433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=2980403010646451433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/2980403010646451433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/2980403010646451433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/05/flogos.html' title='Flogos'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SCVQp9jWv-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/pZpEFQI8OjA/s72-c/sky-logo-192_668718e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-4241750308282153824</id><published>2008-05-09T23:18:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:09:03.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Advance Birthday Surprises</title><content type='html'>J- Jeannie(me)&lt;br /&gt;H- Ho Wen Keun (roommate)&lt;br /&gt;L- Lee Lin Jie ( housemate)&lt;br /&gt;P- Loo Boon Pei (housemate)&lt;br /&gt;B- Boey Oi Yoke (housemate)&lt;br /&gt;S- Su Koh Li (housemate)&lt;br /&gt;F- Fion (housemate)&lt;br /&gt;A- Albert (housemate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bedroom door opened and my roommate's short-haired head popped in. The door was pushed further ajar and I could see Lin Jie beside my roommate.&lt;br /&gt;The light from my room half-flooded the dark corridor outside, casting long shadows of the two. The corridor was dark. Maybe not totally dark...There was some kind of orange light. I couldn't see the source of the orange light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is strange," I thought.  "Is there a blackout?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Couldn't be...The lamp and fan in my room is still on," I shook the thought away. Duh!I don't care what's happening. I was too tired to bother myself with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;H: Big sis (they call me big sis), can you come out for a while?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;J: Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;L: Big sis...[ she looked upset and exhausted] Help me...something's wrong with my laptop...can you come and see what's wrong with it? [ she put up a more exhaustive face]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;J: What happened to your laptop? Hang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;L: Dunno...Can you come and take a look?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;H: Come faster la!! Don't hesitate la...aduh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;J: Ok ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out to the dark corridor outside. Something behind the wall moved out of  hiding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;J: AHHHHHHH-  [ halfway through the scream, I stopped.]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;H,L,P,B,F,A,S: Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I patted my chest...They really gave me a fright. I thought...forget about it...&lt;br /&gt;This was a surprise birthday party, not some spooky event so I'll skip what I thought.haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all my housemates were there, singing birthday song in half darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Aha! So that's the source of the orange light! Candle light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was momentarily stunned. But I was touched too.  I did not expect this. Bless them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate the cake...or shall I say ate and played with the cake. They were attacking each other with cream. Thanks to Lin Jie who started this by attacking me and Oi Yoke for making things&lt;br /&gt;worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole night was chaotic. Everybody was chasing everybody else, trying to attack as many people they can reached. Eventually, Albert shut himself in the bathroom, my roommate and Lin Jie shut themselves in my room. The living room, stairs, landing,...EVERYWHERE was a total mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SCR4ZtjWvzI/AAAAAAAAAIE/UDSp_MhhwUw/s1600-h/P1100136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SCR4ZtjWvzI/AAAAAAAAAIE/UDSp_MhhwUw/s320/P1100136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198412253012344626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cream all over the face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SCR4Z9jWv0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/M13cAMJLOME/s1600-h/P1100140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SCR4Z9jWv0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/M13cAMJLOME/s320/P1100140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198412257307311938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have to admit I rather enjoyed myself that night; playing and laughing till my stomache hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Don't think I forgot you guys! While cleaning up, I was thinking how fortunate I am to have such good friends. A few days I just received some wonderful presents from my coursemates and now this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know what are the gifts I received? Okok...I'll show you. Proud to show you what you all have given me.Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SCR4a9jWv3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/B4W673MOLrw/s1600-h/4234234+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SCR4a9jWv3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/B4W673MOLrw/s320/4234234+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198412274487181170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy's gift (I've tried it on, Amy! And it fits! Yay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SCR4atjWv2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/1lhQdtfVoAI/s1600-h/4234234+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SCR4atjWv2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/1lhQdtfVoAI/s320/4234234+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198412270192213858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue Sin's gift (okok...I got your message...I'll TRY to sleep early.hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SCR4aNjWv1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/rewuQInvvhM/s1600-h/4234234+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SCR4aNjWv1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/rewuQInvvhM/s320/4234234+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198412261602279250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharwin's gift ( Thanks! It's cute! ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SCR_vtjWv8I/AAAAAAAAAJM/dTwQFY1tszs/s1600-h/birthday2008+003+%28edit%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SCR_vtjWv8I/AAAAAAAAAJM/dTwQFY1tszs/s320/birthday2008+003+%28edit%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198420327550861250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought by Amy- contains wishes from most of you (even Dr.Carmen! Surprise indeed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SCSAvdjWv9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/UPcFDzpnL4A/s1600-h/birthday2008+001%28edit%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SCSAvdjWv9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/UPcFDzpnL4A/s320/birthday2008+001%28edit%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198421422767521746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packed with birthday wishes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SCR_vdjWv7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_PqxXAerzk/s1600-h/birthday2008+002+%28edit%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SCR_vdjWv7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/O_PqxXAerzk/s320/birthday2008+002+%28edit%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198420323255893938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeevon wants to be unique... She's the only person writing at the back page instead of the main middle pages. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-4241750308282153824?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/4241750308282153824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=4241750308282153824' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/4241750308282153824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/4241750308282153824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/05/j-jeannieme-h-ho-wen-keun-roommate-l.html' title='Advance Birthday Surprises'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SCR4ZtjWvzI/AAAAAAAAAIE/UDSp_MhhwUw/s72-c/P1100136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-7285295643603927505</id><published>2008-05-02T22:03:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:12:40.145+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>People Are All The Same</title><content type='html'>Are you ugly? Are you not? What do you think of yourself? Does it Matter to be ugly? What say you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ugly&lt;/span&gt; is a song by Sugababes. I heard it by chance when my roommate played the song and I'm loving it. I think it's more than just a song. It is a piece of advice. It shows us how we should perceive on ugliness...What's ugly anyway? Is it base on your looks or personality? Maybe you can find the answer in the song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;UGLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; (by Sugarbabes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; When I was 7&lt;br /&gt;They said I was strange&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that my eyes and hair weren't the same&lt;br /&gt;I asked my parents if I was OK&lt;br /&gt;They said you're more beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way they show that they wish&lt;br /&gt;They had your smile&lt;br /&gt;So my confidence was up for a while&lt;br /&gt;I got real comfortable with my own style&lt;br /&gt;I knew that they were only jealous cos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are all the same&lt;br /&gt;And we only get judged by what we do&lt;br /&gt;Personality reflects name&lt;br /&gt;And if I'm ugly then&lt;br /&gt;So are you&lt;br /&gt;So are you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when I felt like I cared&lt;br /&gt;That I was shorter than everyone there&lt;br /&gt;People made me feel like life was unfair&lt;br /&gt;And I did things that made me ashamed&lt;br /&gt;Cos I didn't know my body would change&lt;br /&gt;I grew taller than them in more ways&lt;br /&gt;But there will always be the one who will say&lt;br /&gt;Something bad to make them feel great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are all the same&lt;br /&gt;And we only get judged by what we do&lt;br /&gt;Personality reflects name&lt;br /&gt;And if I'm ugly then&lt;br /&gt;So are you&lt;br /&gt;So are you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are all the same&lt;br /&gt;And we only get judged by what we do&lt;br /&gt;Personality reflects name&lt;br /&gt;And if I'm ugly then&lt;br /&gt;So are you&lt;br /&gt;So are you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody talks bad about somebody&lt;br /&gt;And never realises how it affects somebody&lt;br /&gt;And you bet it won't be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Envy is the only thing it could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos people are all the same&lt;br /&gt;(The same, the same)&lt;br /&gt;And we only get judged by what we do&lt;br /&gt;(What we do, yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Personality reflects name&lt;br /&gt;And if I'm ugly then&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, you)&lt;br /&gt;So are you&lt;br /&gt;So are you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are all the same&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, oh, oh)&lt;br /&gt;And we only get judged by what we do&lt;br /&gt;(What we do, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Personality reflects name&lt;br /&gt;And if I'm ugly then&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, so are you)&lt;br /&gt;So are you&lt;br /&gt;So are you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-7285295643603927505?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/7285295643603927505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=7285295643603927505' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/7285295643603927505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/7285295643603927505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/05/people-are-all-same.html' title='People Are All The Same'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-7919012032180660182</id><published>2008-04-27T01:18:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T22:46:05.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>天外飞仙</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;最近看了一部电视剧。 让人出乎预料的是这部片还蛮好看的。这让我觉得仿佛回到了看《仙剑奇侠传》的那时候，原本都没抱很大的期望它会是一步好剧，可是在真正看了后才发现原来《天外飞仙》也是可以那么好看的。他的剧情整体来看是满扎实的，演员们也是越演越深入民心。让人看了后又心酸又为剧中人物感到怜惜。在看这部剧时，也不知觉得有了很多感想。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;除此之外，《天外》跟《仙剑》同样都含有一些人生哲学，让我看了想再看多一遍，好让我可以重温当中的经典哲学 （尤其是‘劳夫子’的语录因为他的语录最有意思）。因为没有抄下当中的经典语录所以上网找了老半天，终于给我找到了些我蛮喜欢的《天外》哲学。哈哈！！ 以下是我找到的《天外飞仙》经典语录。如果能够再找到更多的话，我会填不近去的。:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;董永篇：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 爱与不爱本身没有错，可是错在欺骗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 真心爱一个人，这也叫做非分之想吗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 人一定不能为恶,所谓天网恢恢,法网难逃,冥冥之中总有主宰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 吃饱了早饭吃中饭&lt;br /&gt;吃饱了中饭吃晚饭&lt;br /&gt;吃饱了晚饭睡觉去&lt;br /&gt;一觉醒来吃早饭 ：P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;小七篇：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 此刻我才发现&lt;br /&gt;原来一个人没心没肺是会伤害身边的人的&lt;br /&gt;所以啊&lt;br /&gt;以后我要好好珍惜身边的每一个人&lt;br /&gt;我要爱惜他们的感受&lt;br /&gt;我要记着他们每一个人对我的好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 妈妈是世界上最伟大的人了，爱情会变，友谊会变，世界也会变，惟独母爱是绝对不会变的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 因为我爱你，所以一切奇迹，都有可能发生！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 让我们一起受灌溉&lt;br /&gt;让我们一起成长&lt;br /&gt;让我们两个一起承受恶劣的天气&lt;br /&gt;任绱涤甏?&lt;br /&gt;将会更加茁壮&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 匆匆&lt;br /&gt;实在太匆匆了&lt;br /&gt;到了要走的时候&lt;br /&gt;才发现自己从来没有珍惜&lt;br /&gt;在一起度过的每一天&lt;br /&gt;以为今天的快乐&lt;br /&gt;都会延续到明天&lt;br /&gt;明天之后&lt;br /&gt;还有明天&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;劳夫子篇&lt;/span&gt; （要注意劳夫子的语录哦！）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 我們往往放縱我們的情感，卻不願意加深自己的智慧！結果癒是快樂甜蜜，就癒是悲涼痛苦……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 我们就是误会，以为执念就是爱，但只要有爱，又何需执念呢，说了我不爱你，也并不影响爱的本身，所以只要有爱，什么都改变不了，何况区区的语言，董永，你明不明白，爱一个人可以&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;爱到不爱的境界&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;年轻人，就是有份执着，所以才会生气。这样才算是不枉此生。&lt;br /&gt;执着，是人生必经的过程。天地间，哪有所谓不执着的呢。&lt;br /&gt;因为不执着也是一种执着啊！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 我痛，因为我在，爱的越深，痛的越痛，只要真真正正爱过，就是幸福，痛苦是幸福的一个转化，也算是一种代名词吧！记忆呢就是痛苦跟幸福衍生出来的东西，所以也是我们存在的证据，决不要放弃记忆，这正如我们不放弃生命一样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 情根是什么?就是一个种子,情根被拔了,但是还会长出来,最重要的是心,一个人是否有情根,得看他的心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 天道无亲,常与善人,一个人的成败与否跟他的背景,跟他的过去没有关系,最主要是个人自己的意志所决定.过去你可以抱怨生活阻挡你的发展,但现在一条康庄大道已经放在你面前,你已经没有任何借口去推卸,去抱怨.若失败只怪你学艺未精,与人无尤。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 爱是不能言语的，能言明的，那就不是爱了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 君子,立于天地之间.官场黑暗,做什么都可以,只要尽力,问心无愧就行,输什么都行,但自信和良知不能输,其他一切随缘 。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 你说你爱桃花盛放，但是你不知道盛放后还有凋零；爱也是一样，有相聚时候的欢乐，也要承受离别时的痛苦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;二仙女篇&lt;/span&gt;：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 这世上根本就没有所谓的偶然&lt;br /&gt;冥冥中有主宰&lt;br /&gt;有缘的人总会相遇的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 我想通了，折磨自己并不代表就是爱对方，真正的爱一个人根本不需要任何的证明，任何的话语．若爱存在，根本就不用去爱．（这和劳夫子的‘爱到不爱的境界’是有关联的）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;上官浩淇篇&lt;/span&gt;：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 贫贱非辱，贫贱而谄求于人者为辱；&lt;br /&gt;富贵非荣，富贵而利济于世者为荣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 一個人的一生最慘的，不是財富上的窮困，而是思想和知識上的匱乏!!&lt;br /&gt;一個人什麼都可以失去，唯獨不能失去的，就是知識和自尊心!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;董千發篇&lt;/span&gt;：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 有風有浪，起起跌跌，這就是人生的本意!!&lt;br /&gt;財富、成就，甚至是性命，一切都可能因為意外，而失去或被剝奪!!&lt;br /&gt;只有知識和由它帶來的尊嚴，卻永遠不會被剝奪，甚至，它還可以改變命?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;赛金 篇&lt;/span&gt;：&lt;br /&gt;1 爱情是不需要去理解的,是要去感受的,只要能跟你自己喜欢的人在一起,你就会感受得到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;观音大师 篇&lt;/span&gt;（也要好好主意哦！）：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 人世间最大的爱&lt;br /&gt;莫过于牺牲自己的私欲&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 情能化解恶&lt;br /&gt;也能衍生恶啊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 人与人之间&lt;br /&gt;应该相互建立在爱之上&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 任何人做错了事&lt;br /&gt;去包容他&lt;br /&gt;任何人伤害了我们&lt;br /&gt;去宽恕他&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 只要有包容和宽恕&lt;br /&gt;这个世界就不会有杀戮&lt;br /&gt;和愤怒&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 爱一直在我们心中&lt;br /&gt;要活在天堂或是地狱&lt;br /&gt;完全视乎你个人的意志&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 爱就是相信&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 天将降大任于斯人,必先苦其心智,劳其筋骨,饿其体肤,空乏其身.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;文娉妈妈篇&lt;/span&gt;：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 .女人吹风淋雨的要男人干什么，男人就是要给女人遮风挡雨的，&lt;br /&gt;没钱也不能饿着女的，女的跌倒了，男人也要在下面驮着。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 （当她们一无所有的时候）这对咱董家有多好，更自由了，晚上睡觉反而不用插门了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*原本想要找出文娉妈妈对‘家’的定义但是始终找不到... ：（&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当然还有更多的语录不过我喜欢的真是太难找了！！ 不管怎样，我都会继续加油的找！加油！加油！哈哈！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;p/s: 身为一位国小生，写华语字我并不在行。如果有什么错字的话，请多多包涵。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-7919012032180660182?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/7919012032180660182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=7919012032180660182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/7919012032180660182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/7919012032180660182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='天外飞仙'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-9199763120186312574</id><published>2008-04-14T14:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:09:03.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><title type='text'>Finder's Keeper</title><content type='html'>I was in the car with my Mummy, waiting for sis and Daddy to come out from the the PC store. I was half asleep when Mummy let out an "EH!!!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy pointed at an elderly woman. "That auntie dropped her money. I'm about to tell her when that guy...," She pointed at a young guy wearing grey shirt and hat, "...picked up the money and stuffed it into his pocket."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the guy who was smoking and pretended nothing had happened. That culprit!!! How dare he do that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn my eyes to the elderly woman. She was rummaging her pocket, trying to find her lost money. For a moment, I thought I would scroll down the window and tell her what happened but I retrieved my hands from the window as another thought wandered into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't have any proof. He can easily claim that the money is his."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...There's really nothing we can do. Poor auntie...She won't be able to get her money back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-9199763120186312574?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/9199763120186312574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=9199763120186312574' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/9199763120186312574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/9199763120186312574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/04/finders-keeper.html' title='Finder&apos;s Keeper'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-2163984286799426399</id><published>2008-04-14T11:48:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:09:19.752+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assignment'/><title type='text'>First Night Out</title><content type='html'>I've been home very late but never have I stayed out in a friend's house for one night just for the sake of assignment. 8 April is a memorable day not just because I've been staying out for the first time since I came to PJ but it is also the day when I did not sleep at all for the sake of our JR assignment: newspaper production. This assignment, I'm sure including all of you who are involved, drained us a lot of our energy since we have very limited time to finish it. Throughout the week we've been rushing from places to places just to cover news despite our very tight schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so there it goes...on Tuesday of 8 April, Ju, Megan, Irene and I went to Anita's house. We did the whole night, hoping the assignment would be done before we went home the next day. We stayed awake the entire night editing news, designing the layout and cropping pictures. Finally, before 6am, we managed to finish the newspaper and Irene and I decided to print out the newspaper on our way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady luck doesn't come our way though. We waited for more than 1 1/2 hrs at the printing shop before we were served. The worse is yet to come. Just as we were preparing to have the thing printed out, we found out our newspaper was done in A4 size instead of A3. All the effort we put in without a wink of sleep and this is what we get!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gathered again but this time in Irene's house. Everyone was extremely tired but we had no choice. We need to finish the assignment on that day if possible. There was a test the following day but I don't care. I was too exhausted for studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, we managed to complete the newspaper and have it printed out.(Finally!!!) You can imagine how glad we were to see it done!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pics of our newspaper!! Yoohoo!! *Sorry if the pictures are too small for viewing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SALuldqiw_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/CPiUAVLRRvo/s1600-h/newspaper1+%28edit%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188972048069870578" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SALuldqiw_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/CPiUAVLRRvo/s320/newspaper1+%28edit%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main page with "Entangled" the musical as our main news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SALvDtqixAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/8lsxIWQuRJA/s1600-h/newspaper2+%28edit%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188972567760913410" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SALvDtqixAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/8lsxIWQuRJA/s320/newspaper2+%28edit%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd &amp;amp; 3rd page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SALvptqixBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/NRf9U5NJ5Tw/s1600-h/newspaper5+%28edit%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188973220595942418" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SALvptqixBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/NRf9U5NJ5Tw/s320/newspaper5+%28edit%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SALwCtqixCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5IU27UpJU9A/s1600-h/newspaper6+%28edit%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188973650092672034" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SALwCtqixCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5IU27UpJU9A/s320/newspaper6+%28edit%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, I would also like to thank a few people: The photographer, Wern Loong and Rachel for the wonderful pics of Entangled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SALntdqiw9I/AAAAAAAAAHU/vx35UzYGZns/s1600-h/entangled+5+sweet_melody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188964488927429586" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SALntdqiw9I/AAAAAAAAAHU/vx35UzYGZns/s320/entangled+5+sweet_melody.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SALnsNqiw5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/LhrohJ6mNX4/s1600-h/entangled+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188964467452593042" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SALnsNqiw5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/LhrohJ6mNX4/s320/entangled+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SALnsdqiw6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/QbILErx14Lg/s1600-h/entangled+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188964471747560354" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SALnsdqiw6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/QbILErx14Lg/s320/entangled+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SALntNqiw8I/AAAAAAAAAHM/__qmf9Jfv0Y/s1600-h/entangled+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188964484632462274" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SALntNqiw8I/AAAAAAAAAHM/__qmf9Jfv0Y/s320/entangled+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SALns9qiw7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/-VgzmTWlA1A/s1600-h/entangled+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188964480337494962" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SALns9qiw7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/-VgzmTWlA1A/s320/entangled+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful pictures, aren't they??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Would also like to thank Ian for his quote, JC for Calderwood's pictures, Viv and Sarah for their advice on how to do the layout and Lin Yoke and Penny for their help!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-2163984286799426399?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/2163984286799426399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=2163984286799426399' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/2163984286799426399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/2163984286799426399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-night-out.html' title='First Night Out'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/SALuldqiw_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/CPiUAVLRRvo/s72-c/newspaper1+%28edit%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-7512060906727458960</id><published>2008-04-04T21:00:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T22:25:51.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book'/><title type='text'>The MY-UK Book Sale</title><content type='html'>29 March (Sat): Despite the heavy schedule I had, I decided to do some shopping in Happy Mansion which is within walking distance. Shopping? In Happy Mansion?? Yes!! In Happy Mansion!! There was a book sale hosted by Daphne Lee, a book review writer for The Star. Thanks to her, I was informed about this book sale. Otherwise, I won't even get the chance to buy so many cheap second hand books. Secondhand they might be, many of the books are still new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book sale isn't any ordinary book sale. The main purpose of MY_UK Book Sale is to raise funds for the MY-UK project, a creative arts exchange between Malaysian and British kids. Quoted in facebook: "The aim of this exchange is to, ultimately, enable the participants to share with their communities what they have learnt, through performances and workshops."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I saw Daphne Lee there but I did not talk her  (she's busy chatting with the young assistance at the book sale). Proud to say I bought 7 books for only RM63! That means the average of one book is less than RM10!!! How cheap can that be??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7 books I bought are mostly children fantasies (love the creativity of fantasies) and classics. Besides fantasies (The Secret Country, The Keepers Book One) and classics (The Secret Garden, Agnes Grey) , the 7 also includes Nancy Drew, Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events and Abandoned (looks nice as it is about a girl who has a very complicated background, sexually abused by her own uncle and abandoned by her parents. One day, her most trusted and loved aunt whom she called Mummy left her. Pitiful eh?).&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R_Ywk7HP1tI/AAAAAAAAAFE/LKM0sQtzmAo/s1600-h/ABCD0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R_Ywk7HP1tI/AAAAAAAAAFE/LKM0sQtzmAo/s320/ABCD0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185385431865218770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 7 books!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R_YwFbHP1mI/AAAAAAAAAEM/OJ3cdLiCzDo/s1600-h/ABCD0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R_YwFbHP1mI/AAAAAAAAAEM/OJ3cdLiCzDo/s320/ABCD0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185384890699339362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Keepers Book One: A wizard Named Neil (by Jackie French Koller)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R_YwFbHP1mI/AAAAAAAAAEM/OJ3cdLiCzDo/s1600-h/ABCD0012.JPG"&gt;     &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R_Yx2bHP1uI/AAAAAAAAAFM/FHh6HH2w8_I/s1600-h/ABCD0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R_Yx2bHP1uI/AAAAAAAAAFM/FHh6HH2w8_I/s320/ABCD0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185386832024557282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R_YwFbHP1mI/AAAAAAAAAEM/OJ3cdLiCzDo/s1600-h/ABCD0012.JPG"&gt;         &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy Drew Password to Lakespur Lane (by Carolyn Keene)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R_Yx2bHP1vI/AAAAAAAAAFU/7sJSrv5rJbs/s1600-h/ABCD0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R_Yx2bHP1vI/AAAAAAAAAFU/7sJSrv5rJbs/s320/ABCD0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185386832024557298" border="0" /&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Secret Country (by Jane Johnson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R_Yx2rHP1wI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZaIyhXyDpIw/s1600-h/ABCD0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R_Yx2rHP1wI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZaIyhXyDpIw/s320/ABCD0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185386836319524610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnes Grey (by Anne Bronte)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R_Yx2rHP1xI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ejx0nnstjJA/s1600-h/ABCD0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R_Yx2rHP1xI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ejx0nnstjJA/s320/ABCD0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185386836319524626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Secret Garden (by Frances Hodgson Brunett)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R_Yx2rHP1xI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ejx0nnstjJA/s1600-h/ABCD0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R_Y0YrHP11I/AAAAAAAAAGE/cmBp4C1hULY/s1600-h/ABCD0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R_Y0YrHP11I/AAAAAAAAAGE/cmBp4C1hULY/s320/ABCD0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185389619458332498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R_Y0YrHP12I/AAAAAAAAAGM/r-eCBFvi54Q/s1600-h/ABCD0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R_Y0YrHP12I/AAAAAAAAAGM/r-eCBFvi54Q/s320/ABCD0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185389619458332514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R_Y0YrHP11I/AAAAAAAAAGE/cmBp4C1hULY/s1600-h/ABCD0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned (by Anya Peters)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-7512060906727458960?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/7512060906727458960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=7512060906727458960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/7512060906727458960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/7512060906727458960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-uk-book-sale.html' title='The MY-UK Book Sale'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R_Ywk7HP1tI/AAAAAAAAAFE/LKM0sQtzmAo/s72-c/ABCD0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3832300658886680250.post-8508540573556750741</id><published>2008-03-29T01:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T12:39:42.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Echos of Life</title><content type='html'>Yes! Here I am! The author of Echos Of Life!Thanks to Vivien and IreneC who bugged me umpteen times to update my blog in msn myspace because if not because of the two's support, I wouldn't even spare a thought of starting this new blog. As many have known, I've closed my blog in msn and moved to blogspot instead. Why? There are several reasons of my own of course!  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Echos of Life?  Simply because it will be the place where you'll see anecdotes which, like an echo, reflects the little details of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who reads Echos of Life is welcomed to drop a comment or two. Last but not least, I hope my readers will enjoy Echos of Life as much as I do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please be patient while I try to make Echos of Life as likeable as possible. I'll need time to learn how to manage Echos of Life. (Echos of Life seriously need a new layout XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I choose 'echos' instead of 'echoes' because I want it to be different. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3832300658886680250-8508540573556750741?l=jeanniecjy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/feeds/8508540573556750741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3832300658886680250&amp;postID=8508540573556750741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/8508540573556750741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3832300658886680250/posts/default/8508540573556750741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanniecjy.blogspot.com/2008/03/welcome-to-echos-of-life.html' title='Welcome to Echos of Life'/><author><name>jeannie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147579144555319248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eTwpZfcEmx8/R-06lbHP1YI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yhV91NBbGOQ/S220/butterfly+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
